#went to go look at a few more out of curiosity so heres the results:

[sesamenom-misc]

[chrollogy]

SILKEN WEB

— chrollo lucilfer x f!reader x hisoka morow

syn: Hisoka’s ‘generosity’ allows Chrollo to fuck you in front of him after he’s seen the way the latter has looked at you. Though, the redhead cannot help but join in on the fun despite being the cuck—he has his ways, he always does.

18+ MDNI; explicit smut, porn without plot, cuckolding, voyeurism, threesome, creampie unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f & m), anal (f), masturbation (m), edging, overstimulation, hisoka uses bungee gum, chrollo might be pining over reader, not beta read.

word count: 2.8k

notes: divider: cafekitsune. the fruit of my late night thoughts nod nod. as per poll results, here’s hisoka as the cuck :3

Fantasizing—a children’s pastime, a mere way to escape from one’s gruelling reality but Chrollo Lucilfer would be lying to himself if he deemed he wasn’t immune to it. Oh, he certainly wasn’t without a doubt; the root of all his wildest dreams, and twisted carnal desires was none other than the woman beneath him, all in her serene nakedness—you.

So breathtakingly exquisite—the epitome of beauty. From the lust-clouded gaze that complimented the colour of your eyes all the way to the dulcet tone of your breaths, this was sinful heaven for Chrollo. Sinful not because of the sharp pleasure kissing down his spine but simply because you weren’t his, and he wasn’t yours. Not lovers, not friends, mere acquaintances, and your heart was reserved for none other than a member of the Troupe he led.

But that never stopped Chrollo from fantasizing about you, about this. Ever the observant fighter, it didn’t take long for Hisoka to catch the former’s lingering stares on you—albeit, as blank as a sheet of paper—whenever he paraded you around. One of the biggest telling signs was that Chrollo had never uttered a word regarding your presence whenever you sat there during their meetings despite the other members’ dismay.

Of course, once something piqued Hisoka’s curiosity, he wouldn’t let go until a solid answer was handed to him on a silver platter. It was a short exchange between the two males, a few sharp retorts from Hisoka’s end but nonetheless, it led to this lewd scene. Per the magician’s words, he gave Chrollo permission to do whatever he pleased to you—to fuck, to make love, to get lost in eye-rolling pleasure within your very walls but only if he got to watch everything unfold.

From the intimate act of undressing, and peeling of clothes all the way to a passionate climax that was sure to vex his very bones, Hisoka was to watch it all.

Faint squeaks of the bed frame paired with yours, and Chrollo’s heated gasps filled every corner of the room; his thrusts were deep, and rapid, body intimately flushed against your own which absolutely left no room for coherent words to come out—with the way his cockhead repeatedly prodded your sweet spot, strings of broken whimpers, and low moans were the best you could muster.

Sex wasn’t something you were foreign with but the ungodly rhythm of Chrollo’s hips was enough to make you feel like a virgin again begging for more, more, more, nothing but pleasure engrained inside your mind, clawing, and running after that blissful sensation.

Chrollo was different from Hisoka, he handled you with the utmost gentleness but that didn’t take away the fact that he pounded you oh-so-passionately into the ivory mattress beneath. On the other hand, Hisoka was rough, and animalistic—purely driven by his wild carnal desires. 

Chrollo’s sweat-lined forehead rested against yours, face mere centimetres from your own as your breaths intertwined in a vulgar dance. The hearts of his palms captured your trembling hands in a firm hold, pinning them on either side of your head, and used as leverage to drive his cock deeper into your sopping cunt—as deep as his desires went for you.

He closed his eyes at the feel of your walls clenching around him, jaw tightening as electric pleasure shot up his spine, “F-fuck . .” God, you felt divine, Chrollo truly wanted to keep you to himself. He could treat you so much better than Hisoka—have you reach new heights of pleasure you’ve never experienced before.

Alas, that was out of the picture, Chrollo would have to settle for the mere intimacy of fucking you beneath these ivory covers, the same ones you, and Hisoka retire under after a long, tiring day. The duvet draped loosely across Chrollo’s back, mirroring a broken angel’s wings, and with the eager thrusts of his hips, it slowly slipped downwards. It was hot, and stuffy beneath the weight of the blanket but he’d do anything to keep the lewd intimacy from a pair of prying eyes.

That’s right, Hisoka sat on a chair not too far off the foot of the bed, an unamused expression plastered on his face but the growing tent between his spreaded legs hinted far from unamused.

Sure, the pornographic sounds bouncing off the walls had his cock hardening but Hisoka was deprived. He clicked his tongue, the sharp sound was enough to reel Chrollo out of his pleasured state followed by a stutter in his thrusts. “I’m glad you’re having fun, Chrollo but I said to give me a show, didn’t I?” What was Hisoka supposed to do with your bodies tucked beneath the covers? 

His view was nothing but the top half of Chrollo’s naked back, and the covers moving along with the latter’s thrusts, other than that, it left everything to Hisoka’s imagination. Of course, he wasn’t going to let it be, not after he generously let Chrollo fuck you like this.

With a swift flick of his index finger, the rubbery bright pink aura extended from the tip of his digit all the way to the ivory covers atop Chrollo’s naked back, attaching itself onto the fabric. A smirk crept its way up to Hisoka’s face as he pulled the covers down, exposing the way your naked bodies intimately tangled with one another.

A rather surprised gasp left your lips as the cool air hugged your fervent body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Naturally, this had also caught Chrollo off guard but didn’t let on, instead, the raven haired male responded by drilling his hips at a much faster pace, pulling a string of broken moans from your throat which only fuelled the excitement embedded in Hisoka’s chest.

Light amber eyes fixated where you and Chrollo met, Hisoka intently watched as the former’s cock disappeared, and reappeared between your coated slit—not to mention the light sheen of your essence around Chrollo’s cock, causing it to glimmer beneath the afternoon rays that seeped through the windows. Now, this was what Hisoka wanted to see—you, and Chrollo all in your filthy glory.

The feeling of blood rapidly rushing down to his cock, and the familiar tingle between his legs made Hisoka’s citrine gaze roll back, not to mention the growing delight on his face—it was anything but an innocent look. Lewd, wet sounds that were once muffled beneath the ivory duvet now reached Hisoka’s ears like an unholy melody; the constant skin slapping, the mixture of high, and low moans—the impurity of it all, your lover revelled in it.

Sounds of the redhead’s shameless pornographic moans intertwined with your own, and Chrollo’s as he teased himself through the fabric of his pants. Excitement shocked every part of his body like electricity, rendering him sensitive to anything, and everything—it was the same sensation as the extreme bloodlust he felt whenever he thirsted for battle.

Chrollo quietly clicked his tongue, not bothering to glance back at Hisoka in annoyance. He needed to focus on you. And he did. Without compromising the pace of his hips, Chrollo hooked his fingers beneath the back of your right knee, and deftly slung your whole leg atop his shoulder. The deeper angle of his cock had your back arching, your hands scrambled for his taut biceps to claw, and dig into as he pushed you further, and further into the borders of insanity.

“C-Chrollo! Fuck—right there! Just like that—haah!”

He let out a low groan as your nails marked him up, leaving streaks of bright red on his skin. By the looks of it, he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. Nonetheless, Chrollo’s pace didn’t let up despite the resistance of your walls, albeit, it had his legs quivering, and breath hitching—god, Hisoka was so fucking lucky to have this, to have you.

Chrollo closed his eyes, and parted his lips to make way for soft pants, he focused his entire body in chasing yours, and his pleasure, basking in the ultimate bliss his body was currently experiencing.

Yes. Yes. Ye—

“She likes—haah! She likes taking it from behind—ngh!” The raven haired male shot his eyes open at the sound of Hisoka’s wanton voice, the concentration he once held faltering just a bit from the sudden noise.

Despite Chrollo’s better judgement, he hauled you into the position like a mere ragdoll, deftly handling your limp body with equal amounts of roughness, and gentleness. Though, your arms violently shook, and gave out as soon as Chrollo re-entered your cunt. With your torso flush against the ivory sheets, your lower half remained in position—easier for him to drive his cock deeper; you swore you could feel him in your throat.

The redhead let out a low chuckle, eager hands messily pulling his pants down to free his hard cock; Hisoka sighed at the lack of restraint, and threw his head back, exposing the length of his neck. 

With the new position, Chrollo returned to the pace he had set earlier, heavy balls slapping against your clit from each hard thrust. Skin against skin burned like a searing blaze but god did it feel amazing, not to mention how it stimulated your sensitive bud in all the right ways.

Chrollo curled over himself to place wet open-mouthed kisses down the length of your spine, moaning low saccharine praises in between. He pushed, and pushed into your sopping cunt until the coil deep in your stomach violently snapped. With a loud moan of his name muffled against the damp sheets, your back arched as you came around Chrollo—muscles taut, and knuckles a shade of ivory while pleasure gnawed at your skin.

Hisoka unabashedly fisted at his cock, one hand focused on pleasuring himself while the other sunk into the plush of the armchair. He matched the pace of his hand to Chrollo’s hips, imagining that it was your cunt instead of his palm, albeit, your velvety walls absolutely compared to nothing. Oh well, he’ll get a taste of you one way or another.

It didn’t take long for Chrollo to follow suit, driving his hips a couple more times before completely pulling out, and blowing his entire load on your bare back. He let out a shameless moan of your name—the loudest one he’s let out. Thick, milky ribbons of Chrollo’s cum unceremoniously painted your skin white, and all he could do was stare at it in a haze while his chest heaved up, and down.

On the other hand, Hisoka gave himself a few more rough pumps before squeezing the base of his leaking cock, lustily letting out a hiss as the pleasure he’d worked so hard for slowly dissipated. He cursed in between rough pants—the hunger for a sweet release just grew tenfold after depriving himself of an orgasm.

Hisoka had something better in mind than cumming on his hand.

“I guess it’s my turn.” Strong, muscular legs slightly quivered with every step taken towards the bed, cock standing proudly against his abdomen. Chrollo only narrowed his eyes at Hisoka, clearly displeased by his sudden initiative.

The former returned a smile, “Oh, don’t get greedy now, Chrollo. I’ll give you two choices—” He held out two long digits. “Either you sit, and watch or join in on the fun.”

Never in a million years would Chrollo even think to engage in a threesome with you, and Hisoka. He didn’t know what bothered him more, the fact that you were the latter’s lover or the fact that he was on the same bed as Hisoka. Nonetheless, here he was balls deep inside your ass, completely unhindered by inhibitions. Hisoka cursed at the feel of your wet cunt, biting his lips at the lewd sound it made as your hot cum coated his cock.

The redhead laid flat on his back, cunt wrapped around him while you straddled his lap which left Chrollo to take care of your backside. Your body remained slumped against Hisoka’s—limp, and quivering as if one wrong move would have you exploding to bits. Could you really blame yourself? Both men stretched you out like it was their sole purpose, it did nothing but put your body under immense pleasure.

You were sandwiched between Hisoka, and Chrollo as though mimicking a mere fly caught in a spider’s silken web, unable to escape. And that usually meant one thing: to wait for one’s impending doom before the ruthless arachnid strikes.

An experimental thrust of their hips had you wailing in pleasure. Having not given enough time to come down from your high, you were still too sensitive—any form of sexual stimulation immediately had your body uncontrollably shaking, and hot tears lining your eyes. Hisoka cupped your jaw with both hands, lifting your face in front of his own before closing the distance; heated, and rough just how he liked it; the redhead didn’t hesitate shoving his tongue past your lips, intimately exploring the inside of your mouth with the wet muscle.

If anything, the messy kiss was enough to distract you from the sudden rough pistoning of their hips—Hisoka gleefully swallowed your wanton moans, and relished at the burning sensation of your nails scratching down his bare chest. The bed creaked under the weight of their merciless thrusts with the headboard atop Hisoka’s head repeatedly banging the wall behind it; these sounds mixed with the lewd melody the three of you produced filled all four corners of the room.

It was funny, anyone would think that a Hisoka, and Chrollo tandem would be a match made in hell; highly volatile once paired together which would result in utter chaos but this—the two moved in perfect unison as though they shared one mind, one ideal. Even only if it was for this moment that they saw one another eye to eye, a wordless union to bring you to another orgasm.

A thin, translucent string of saliva connected your lips to Hisoka’s as he pulled away for a breather, hot breaths mingling with one another as you panted in eachother's face. A sense of pride bloomed across his crimson-marked chest as he watched your lust-filled eyes roll to the back of your head—Hisoka always had a thing for your expressions during sex, it served as fuel to keep going, to keep fucking you.

You looked beautiful bouncing on their cocks, head falling forward while taking their entire length like a champ; the only thing you could really do was grip onto Hisoka’s shoulders, and moan for your dear life. Chrollo couldn’t help but fixate on the way your ass jolted with every thrust, even just the sight of his cock disappearing, and reappearing between the globes of your ass had his head spinning.

It didn’t take long for you to reach yet another orgasm, and this time, it was more intense than the previous one; hot tears ran down your damp cheeks as your body convulsed from pleasure, a drawn out moan of their names combined scratched at your throat. As though he was punched in the gut, Chrollo curled over himself as you clenched around his cock, and attached his lips on your right shoulder, biting down hard at the bare skin.

Hisoka muttered sweet nothings while stroking your hair, amusement filling his tone; you laid there drowning in pleasure while both men remained chasing their own bliss, hips stuttering. It was filthy, and soaking wet where Chrollo, and Hisoka entered you, arousal mixed with your cum messily dripping down the latter’s balls, and onto the sheets beneath.

Chrollo’s digits dug into your skin, he sheathed his cock all the way inside your ass before emptying all his cum inside; he rode out his orgasm by grinding his hips, earning a dainty gasp of his name. Chrollo violently shuddered before releasing your skin from his teeth, he lapped, and kissed at the marks, helping ease the painful sensation he left.

This left Hisoka to firmly plant his feet on the mattress, and thrust upwards which sent your body bouncing once more; short gasps turned into full blown wanton moans as his cockhead repeatedly kissed your sweet spot, bringing your body into overstimulation. Hisoka groaned loudly as the familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach returned, you could tell he was close from the way his fingers gripped your waist with such desperation.

Strings of colourful curses left your lover’s throat as he came inside you, ribbons of his thick essence filling your walls all the way to the brim ‘til it leaked out, and dripped down his balls.

Heavy pants filled the room, the smell of sinful sex hung heavy in the air. The three of you remained still for a moment to catch your breaths but the short time also allowed your minds to clear of lust, and for the whole situation to actually settle in—of what the three of you just did.

Though, it was safe to say that Chrollo wasn’t going to let you escape from his hold any time soon—as though he had you entangled in bands of swathing silk—especially after finally getting a taste of you.

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[rungssparemodelpieces]

Enrichment

Takes place in @tinydefector Merformers AU either as a side story or separate continuity! Thank you for the inspiration!

The scent of salty brine filled the air as it was just another quiet day at the marine centre. With few eyes to observe the Oceanides at the center, be it for research or recreationally, a pair of blue eyes decided to take up the mantel as Rung observed the few humans that were wandering around, finding their interactions quite assuming as he liked to compare how similar their behaviors were to Oceanides. He liked watching people and would sometimes try to mimic some of their mannerisms such as a hand wave or a grin though these have been met with mixed results or confusion from the caretakers feeding or observing him. He knew from experience furrowed brows weren’t a good sign but he was still trying to learn how to at least communicate back in a way they could understand.

With Rung being an older Mer, he would stay back more at the center, balancing the solace he got in his alcove with hunting and interacting with his pod. Though he didn’t seem like the most active member, he did show a habit of decorating his area with an odd array of trinkets, some assumed to be from previous hunts such as large and unknown bones or manmade items like used car parts or toys that were either lost or dumped into the ocean. The marine centre has tried to remove or replace the pollutants but Rung has been rather shown to have an attachment towards these items. To counteract this, you were instructed to work on finding other items for him to collect and display that were found in his natural environment.

It was enrichment, or so that’s what Dr. Quin called it and for an Oceanides so old, it was a good way to keep his skills sharp and to give him exercise while staying around the area. When Rung went out hunting with his pod, you would dive in and scatter these trinkets for him to find. You’ve even buried or hid a few to see if he could find them and problem solving how to get them out. Rung seems excited to find new treasures for his trove, chirping and showing you when he found one before going back for more.

This arrangement has been your personal project for months as others focused more on the lone baby and the next generation of Oceanides. So far you’ve found success with shells, bones, coral, and oddly shaped rocks but it seemed as of recent, he was struggling to find items that were near him or even in plain sight, feeling around until he eventually found the object in question. In light of this new problem, you’ve been taking the day to observe him, wondering what you could do to help his decline in his quality of life here.

It seemed the answer was closer than you speculated as while adjusting some rocks around Rung’s sleeping area, a small splash caught his attention as he saw a strange piece of plastic flutter down, swimming over cautiously as the object hit the sandy floor with a poof. Once the sand settled, he noticed the item was an odd contraption he noticed some humans wore on their faces, perhaps to assist with their vision or to distinguish one from another.

Carefully, Rung picked up the glasses and out of curiosity, placed them on his face. It took a few tries as the sides of the frame poked at his gills but eventually, he was able to place them comfortably on his face. Looking through the clear glass, it became very apparent to him that the theory this device helped with vision was correct as he looked around, seeming the lagoon around him in better detail.

The stones and shells that lined the sand became more defined and he was able to notice more of the colorful details the small fish that fluttered in and out displayed. With this realization, Rung started to happily swim around and look around the lagoon with a new, clearer perspective.

~~

Meanwhile, you were helping an intern at the marine centre pick up some papers as she bumped into you, barely able to see over their own papers. The fledgling intern, Donna, squinted hard as she tried to find all the notes that had scattered in the collision.

“Is something wrong?” You asked as she seemed to be panicked, scrambling to find something more important than her notes.

“I- I can’t find my glasses,” Donna muttered as she tried her best to find them, her searching more erratic before she turned towards the open water, fear clear on her face, “I think- I think they might have fallen in when I bumped into you.”

You gave her a pat on the shoulder in an attempt to reassure her there was nothing to worry about. “It’ll be fine, we can get them back, Shrimp’s easy going and won’t mind if we pop in to retrieve them.”

With that, you leaned over the railing briefly, trying to get a hint of where Shrimp was before noting the flash of orange and white darting the water below, deciding to call out to him to see if he would respond or if he was in distress.

“Shrimp!” With the call of his name, Rung poked his head out of the water, his blue eyes appearing much larger due to the glasses he was wearing. A small chuckle escaped your lips as you called him over, finding the image quite humorous.

“It seems Shrimp decided to try on your glasses,” you commented to Donna before leaning down closer to Rung’e eye level, a bittersweet smile on their face as you held out your hand. “I’m sorry I have to ask but I need those glasses back.”

Rung dipped his head mostly in the water at this request, not wanting to lose this tool that he was just starting to enjoy. A rumble of his gills caused the water to ripple out around him as he pouted in disapproval.

“Look, I’ll ask Quin if we can find you another pair but Donna needs those back so she can see,” you asked him, the Mer still not relenting as a burb of bubbles left his mouth as if sighing.

“I promise I’ll get you another pair, you have my word.” A few moments later, he conceded, handing the glasses back before retreating under the water before you could thank him, obviously sad about returning the glasses but seemingly understood that Donna needed them back.

Returning the glasses, Donna thanked you before scurrying away, your focus returning to the lagoon for a brief moment before returning back to the facility proper.

~~

“You’re requesting glasses, is that correct?” Dr. Quin attempted to clarify as she looked at your request for numerous pairs of waterproof glasses. The request was odd, to say the least, but she wanted to hear you out first before making her decision.

“Yes,” you stated before explaining yourself, “Earlier today, Donna’s glasses ended up near Shrimp in the lagoon and looking the video feed from that time, it seemed he not only enjoy playing with them but benefited from wearing them. He was swimming around excitedly and interacting like he could fully see his environment! I think giving him the option to choose and wear some would help him greatly… and I did promise him I would give him another pair to wear.”

You rubbed your arm nervously, knowing it was a long shot, but seeing at least one Mer so happy, especially with priorities being with the future generations of Oceanides, it made you feel like you could at least help one in the long run, a minor victory on the road ahead.

“Then we better find him a pair that works,” Dr. Quin stated as she signed her name for approval, a hum in her voice before being cut off by a hug and thank you from you, a pat on the back signaling you to lighten up on the embrace, “And besides, I don’t want you to break a promise.”

Excited, you thanked her once more before starting the process of finding glasses that might fit an Oceanides more comfortably.

~~

Rung poked at the sand that lined the floor of the lagoon, prodding under the dark blur he assumed was a rock or perhaps an clam before he heard you call him by the nickname you gave him, curious as it wasn’t feeding time yet. Perhaps it was another medical check, especially given his age.

Either way, he swam to the surface to find you kneeling down by the shore, a strange box in hand and an excited look on your face. “Hey, Shrimp, remember that promise I made about the glasses? Well, I kept it,” you mused before handing him a pair, “I hope these work for you.”

Upon realizing what you had, Rung excitedly took the glasses, putting them on and… frowning it seemed these frames made his vision worse, taking them off as the blurriness hurt his head.

“Oh, it seems those don’t work for you,” he mused, offering a different pair to him, “I have a few pairs until we find the right ones for you.” Through some trial and error, it seemed he found the perfect pair, big blue orbs staring at you as he swished his tail happily, the air being filled with a few melodic hums of excitement.

Though through your eyes, Shrimp was excited to see clearly again, Rung was ecstatic that the first thing he saw clearly again was your face. The way that your hair clung around your face, the light crisp from the sea water, the smile on your lips, slightly chapped from working outside and in the water, it was all so incredible to him. You were incredible to him and it made him feel something, something deep and primal that stirred inside him as he trilled in thanks before diving back down to the depths. He was searching for something, something that would interest you, something that would show he had interest in you, and maybe, just maybe, be able to communicate what you mean to him.

[merbear25]

Experimental w/ Law (NSFW)

MDNI!!! +18

CW: smut, although based on a yandere quiz I took, it isn't yandere themed, bondage, vaginal penetration, creampie, afab!reader, light choking and slapping, slight female degration, rough sex, takes place in an abandoned asylum so there's mention of some equipment being used on reader.

A/n: I was inspired by my results from this quiz on Quotev. Wanted to make something that was more NSFW (of course changing other parts a little bit, too) Idc if the quiz is centered around Halloween and I'm writing this in January! It's always Halloween in my heart <3

Inspo: Your One Piece Yandere Horror Story

Despite having been on your fair share of adventures with the Heart Pirates, you still had yet to be paired up with Law. It was purely by chance that this was your first time one-on-one with him on a mission. You'd already shared pleasant conversations and been able to get to know each other on board the ship. You both seemed to like the other's company.

Having spotted the somewhat small egnimatic island in the distance, Law's curiosity was peaked and interested to thoroughly explore it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but nonetheless, you'd been slipt up into groups to cover more ground.

Setting his sights on a white building peeking over the treetops, Law suggested the two of you search around its grounds. You saw no reason to protest, so you gladly journeyed along by his side.

When you both reached the building, its decrepit state was more than apparent. You hesitated to follow Law up the short flight of stairs to the main entrance. Looking back at you, he uttered, "Come on." Briefly maintaining eye contact, he broke it and continued through the rickety doors.

A sudden chill krept up your spine and made you hurry towards him.

"Didn't take you for such a scaredy cat," Law smirked over his shoulder.

Your cheeks grew rosey from slight embarrasement. Puffing out your chest a little, you strutted next to his side, "Being cautious is not the same as being scared."

His huff was the closest thing to a laugh you were going to get out of him.

Even though you were both checking the downstairs thoroughly, there didn't seem to be anything worth taking. You came across a few empty rooms with suspicious scratches on the walls that peaked your interest, though. Then, you both stumbled into what appeared to be an office. Thumbing through the files, you turned to Law and informed him of your suspicions, "These files are all of patients." He merely raised an eyebrow at your discovery. "They state each one's reason for being admitted." Looking down at the files you'd grabbed, you felt a twinge of sorrow.

"There's no use getting upset over what happened here," he went back towards the door, "It's all in the past and can't cause anyone any more harm."

"Somehow the room feels colder with you in it," You meekly responded.

Shrugging your comment off, he continued upstairs.

Not far from the railing a rusted sign down the hall caught both of your attention. Without having to bring it up, you simultaneously walked in its direction to check it out.

Forcing the door open, firstly your gaze settled on a dusty metal restraint table, then darted to the needles, pliers, and scalpels surrounding it, having once taunted those who were unfortunate enough to be made a spectacle of.

"This is more like it," he nonchalantly threw out and strolled past the equipment.

Slightly taken aback by that, you tried to regain your composure to avoid any more accusations of being a 'scardey cat'.

He touched the leather cuffs at the sides and your eyes met for a moment before averting his eyes back down to the cuffs. "Get on," coolly instructing you.

Leaving any fear you may have had at the door, you stepped forward trying to redeem yourself and reclaim your bravery. Gingerly easing yourself onto the contraption, your nerves started getting the better of you, shown by the tremors in your limbs.

The sight of your brave face being accompanied by shaking arms and legs was hard for him not to faintly chuckle at - he saw the glare you shot at him as a small price to pay. "It's not going to break," he reassured you while grabbing the side of the table and rocking it back and forth, "See? It's good quality. Not even that rusty."

Internally screaming and cursing this man to high heavens, you were far too stubborn to back out of this now. You laid down and before you could even finish asking 'now what?' he'd strapped your left arm down. "Don't move," he ordered. You watched him intently as he secured the rest of you and promptly locked the wheels in place. When he came up to the right side of you, he told you, "And don't worry. This'll be fun." Without any warning, he fastened your neck to the table.

Goose bumps were appearing from the cool metal prickling your skin and the rising and falling of your chest accompanied them. You barely had time to comprehend what'd just happened before he grabbed a scalpel and was admiring it. While he was tenderly pressing the blade against the tip of his index finger, you taunted him, "If you plan on using that on me, then I'd hope you have a tetanus shot to follow up with." A smirk reappeared on his stoic face and he bluntly asked, "Would you ever have sex in a place like this?"

Trying to convice yourself more than him at this point that you're brave, you huffed, "Sure. Why the hell not?" Your shrug went unnoticed. You decided to ask him the same.

Looking down at your form, a 'Might be fun' traveled past his lips. He hummed softly while tracing the curve of your hip and waist. You couldn't tell if your heart excelerated from the metallic touch or his. Which ever it was, his fingers found their way to your inner thigh. Gently squeezing the flesh that was so carelessly left exposed to the elements, his stare kept fixated on your expression. Trailing further up your leg, Law's fingers followed the lining of your panties. Your lovely cheeks were becoming more flushed and your delicate lips were quivering. With a bit more pressure, he ran his middle finger up and down your folds, which were still being concealed behind thin fabric. Finding your already swollen clit with ease, he ruthlessly toyed with it.

When the longing in your eyes became unmistakable, he eagerly yanked your panties down, swiftly pulling them down to your ankles. Wasting no time, he shoved his middle and ring fingers into you and after a couple of rough, fast paced pumps, his thumb persisted in tormenting your most sensitive spot.

Unable to freely squirm from the rush coarsing through you, you were reduced to whimpers and jerky thrusts in a desperate attempt at meeting his pace. You whined when you felt his hand pulling away from your needy pussy. A swift slap colided with your sweet spot and you drew in a sharp breath.

"Don't get ahead of yourself now." His other hand caressed your face. "I need you to understand who's in control here." Inching his face closer to yours, his focus shifted from your eyes to your lips. "Got it?" You nodded in agreement, but that wasn't enough for him. Your cheek received a firm slap and was hastily grabbed again, forcing your eyes to meet his. "Say 'Yes, sir.'"

You choked out his demand and were rewarded with Law's lips harshly meeting yours. His hand now gripped at your silky locks on the back of your head. As the kiss deepened, the other regained control over the lower half of your body.

Breaking away from your liplock, your breaths were harmonizing in desperate low moans. Your body still squirmed as if it was begging to be pounded mercilessly. Tightening his grip, his hand was now trapped between your clenched thighs, and he sighed in contempt, "Your cunt is throbbing." He tugged his belt loose but his hand hovered around his zipper. "Tell me how much you want it."

Lust overcame you, your chest felt hot, you couldn't deny him even if you tried, "Fuck," your hips bucked upwards, "I want you to fuck my cunt so badly. I need you to punish my throbbing pussy now," a sly smile appeared across your lips, "Please, sir?" You batted your doe eyes at him.

It seemed he couldn't get his pants off fast enough. Practically shredding the top half of his wardrobe off, he then swiftly climbed on top of you. Ripping your top and bra low enough, exposing your perky breasts and erect nipples, he just took a moment to admire their beauty before shoving his face in between their valley and softly twisting their peaks. Licking his way to the top of one, he sucked on it, fully allowing himself to bask in your beauty. He did so all while jostling your skirt up to your waist, leaving your most private areas completely bare.

You were just getting accostomed to his mouth when a sudden pain made you yelp. Law was holding your dainty nipple between his teeth and flicking the top bit with his tongue. Smirking up at you, he lunged himself forward, now towering over you. The tip of his cock twitched as it patiently waited to enter.

He leaned into a kiss and you hungrily plunged your tongue into his mouth, not even noticing a hand reaching over and behind your head. Your neck was forced back down, causing your breaths to be uneven. "This seems to have been loosened." Nipping at your nose he pulled away again, "That's better."

As he was repositioning his hips, you anxiously awaited the sensation you'd been chasing all this time. However, you couldn't have anticipated the sheer shock of him penetrating so agressively. Swirls of pleasure were muddled with pain, leaving only the restraints for you to brace yourself. Inspite of the twinges of pain being plundered into you, your wetness was fully coating Law's thighs.

The grip of the leather around your soft throat was harshly rubbing it. However, the uncomfortable pressure left your mouth parted and your eyes fluttered. Your body was tensing up, preparing you for climax. Your moans were growing louder and your hands struggled to find the much needed support from their leather confinements.

He was gracious enough to fuck you through your first orgasm of the day. It would've been far too cruel to pull out right as you were crossing that finish line. Though, as soon as you finished, he pulled out, leaving your body feeling like a hollow mess - aching to be filled once more. You whined in confusion, since you couldn't really see what he was planning for you.

You then felt the straps around your ankles fall off completely and his strong hands placed them on his shoulders. Before you had a chance to call out to him, he muzzled you with your own panties. Repositioning himself, you ended up being bent in half with his hands on either side of your head, gripping the top corners of the table.

No warning was given. He forcefully pushed past your swollen folds, granting him more dominance over your spasming slit. Your cries were still audible, but he loved hearing them being stifled by your dirtied lingerie. "You're such a slut, huh?" Although he was barely able to hold back his own moans, he couldn't help taunting you when you were in such a tempting state of vulnerability. "Gonna make you cum till you can't fucking see straight." With each seductive word, he showed no signs of letting up.

Tears were streaming down your temples, your hands still failing to firmly clutch to anything, your moans progressing into provacative screams, all of which were leaving Law in a state of pure ecstasy.

"Gonna stuff you full of cum, 'kay?" He'd been pumping so furiously, he could hardly speak, instead tiredly panting out to you. Nodding earnestly, you tightened around his length, encouraging him to drain his balls into you. With just a few more passionate plunges kissing your whomb, he offered every last bit of himself to you.

Catching your breaths was going to take a while. Gathering your barings was going to take even longer. The smell of sweat, bodily fluids, and musk surrounded the two of you and was far from dissipating, since the aroma of lust still had yet to be lifted.

Looking at your tear stained face, Law swept aside the dampened hair on your temple and kissed you with the first gentle one all day.

[p-redux]

Follow up to my last post regarding Sam Heughan allegedly going camping last weekend with a mystery woman...

So, it came to my attention that another blogger connected the dots between Sam Heughan posting on Instagram from the Scottish countryside and a woman posting she was camping in what looks like the same exact spot. The other blogger went on to say something along the lines of not liking Sam's behavior due to who this woman is. And that she wouldn't post the woman's name as a result. This understandably created a lot of chatter and curiosity. People bombarded me with Anons and DMs about it. Certain people on my Team had a suspicion of WHO the woman is. The other blogger loves to claim that she's neutral and simply posts info. But the reality is she is very judgmental of Sam, and more importantly, she surrounds herself with CONFIRMED Sam haters, disgruntled ex-shippers, and Purv aka me haters. That's a FACT and theres no denying it. All anyone has to do is look at the bloggers who leave comments and likes on her posts--all KNOWN Sam haters, disgruntled ex-shippers, and long time haters of moi. The narrative this blogger perpetuates is that Sam is a man whore, and in this instance, a pervert for being with this woman. (She's young. Legal, but young.)

I, on the other hand, believe ALL dating is good, as long as it's between CONSENTING ADULTS. Sam is SINGLE. He can date whoever he wants and as many or as little women as he wants. And like I said in my previous post, Sam isn't deceiving anyone. Unless these women just landed on the planet, they all have social media and know how to use Google Search. They can SEE and READ about who he's dated or dating. I don't know about you, but every woman I know, the second they're interested in a guy, the first thing they do is conduct an extensive Internet search on him. Women are more efficient than the F B I when they want to find out info on a man. 🧐 Facts. And, on my blog, I don't use initials, for the most part, I write out full names, so any woman Googling Sam's dating history has LOTS to read about. 😉

I don't think Sam is doing anything wrong: he's dating multiple women, it's all consensual, and they are all of legal age. WHAT IS THE PROBLEM? Nothing, dammit, absolutely nothing.

So, if you want a blog that supports Sam and is glad he has an active love life, this is it. For the love of God, he's so fucking hot, who would turn down that golden delicious Scottishness? Not I, lasses, not I. Amirite? 🤗 If you want to be a prude with your panties in a bunch over consensual dating between a hot actor and the women who clearly can't resist his charms, the Sam hater blogs are waiting with open arms to brainwash you. Go there.

Okay, so onto what the other blogger posted. I was sent these screencaps. Sam posted this a few days ago. 👇

Closer shot of the mountains and sky. 👇

The mystery woman in question posted this. 👇

Here it is lightened up by me. 👇

Seems like the same place. The other blogger said she was sent screenshots of the mystery woman posting from the same place. And the caption in the top right stating she was camping. The other blogger cropped out most of the pic, except the top of the back of the woman's head. 👇

I lightened up the pic. It looks like she has blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. 👇

Someone on my Team obtained some info that led her to the account of a young female Scottish athlete. It seems that the other blogger is outraged with Sam's "behavior" simply because the woman is 19 years old. Yes, that's young, but again, she is a legal adult. And Sam is famous, there's ton of info online about him. I'm sure the woman Googled him before she got in a tent or camper with him. JS. She and Sam mutually follow each other. 👇

It was also pointed out to me that the only set of pics of his that she liked on Instagram is the one he posted when they allegedly went camping together. 👇 What a coinky dink. 🤔😊

She's an accomplished athlete, college student, blonde, Scottish. What's not to like? Again, two single, CONSENTING ADULTS. If that's a problem for anyone, then that's literally YOUR problem. Sam seems verra happy with his life. And any woman who spends little or lots of time with him, I'm sure is happy as well. Again, what is the problem? None that I can see. But, hey, I love sex, and camping, and Scottish lads who look like this. 👇🤷‍♀️

PS. I'm not going to post her name FOR NOW because there is no concrete confirmation it was her. It's all circumstantial evidence at the moment. If I get something more concrete, then I'll post her name. In addition, I've gotten other DMs wondering if the outrage is because the woman isn't this athlete, but is one of the new cast of Blood Of My Blood. But, outrage over two actors on parallel shows dating would be weird since it happens all the time. Who knows...

That's what I have for now. If it's not the athlete in question, it doesn't really matter, the point is Sam is dating around, enjoying life. Sounds good to me. If you figure out who she is, please, don't be an asshole, and go harass her. Thanks.

As for the haters already frothing in my Anon Asks, keep 'em coming. I LOVE to laugh and laugh and laugh at your idiocy. Go ahead, make my day. 😘

[starry-bi-sky]

thomas wayne au excerpts - things that could've been part of a grander fic except there's no grander fic

thomas wayne au - an au i made last year where danny is literally just. thomas wayne. his full name was Daniel Thomas Fenton and he started going by Thomas Nightingale after he was disowned. because of course. here is a link to the first post if anyone wants to see a more in depth view of the au (its also the start of me using the ‘danny fenton is not the ghost king’ au lmao

additional info: bruce is the result of a failed cloning attempt from vlad - vlad used a combination of danny's dna and an unnamed girl (Martha's) to make him to try and balance out the ectoplasm use. this resulted in a slightly liminal but otherwise completely human and stable baby boy. Bruce is, by all accounts, Danny's biological son. Danny named him Bruce

Danny was 24 when he died, he took in Bruce when he was 16. He is, so far, a single father in this au. (But if I WERE to add martha she wouldn't be sam or a DP character but rather a separate character on her own.)

Essentially they would go as:

Martha, 19: water does terrifying things to corpses

Danny, 19, half ghost: *heart eyes* really? tell me more they're morticia and gomez your honor

---- Like starlight -----

Bruce's father could light up a room. He was like a sun, his gravitational field could just pull you in, and before you knew it you'd be orbiting around him like one of his many planets.

He's seen it in action before, in the rare moments Thomas Wayne would allow him to accompany him to the socialite events he went to; the fundraisers; the charities. Bruce, as tall as his father's waist, would cling to his leg and watch as people drifted towards him and his star-blinding smile.

It's fitting that his father's favorite thing in the world were stars, he fit right in with them.

As an adult, Bruce has tried copious amount of times to mimic him. To try and capture a fraction of that light, that charm, in his own act - but here's the thing. Thomas Wayne wasn't made of starlight only in front of the cameras, he was made of starlight outside of it as well.

(So when older socialites laugh and tell him he's so much like his father, Bruce just thinks they are liars. They've only ever seen the Thomas Wayne his father showed them, Bruce is nothing like his father.)

In the manor, whatever room he stepped into seemed to brighten, and maybe it was just Bruce's own child-memory fuzzing it to raise his father onto a pedestal, but he stands by it. His father was a solar system, his very own galaxy. Bruce was just the lucky planet that was close enough to orbit him.

--------- arrival time ------

Ancients, ancients, what the fuck convinced Danny to ever go to Gotham of all places? Crime Capitol of the world? He's not sure, but he's been wandering around the country for the last few months, swapping between flying late at night as Phantom, and taking the busses and trains when he had the money, and was too exhausted to fly.

And of course, what convinced him to come here with his kid no less, who was just at the cusp of turning a year old? Whose curiosity of the world was growing greater by the day? Who wanted to look around and explore, and was growing tired of being held at all hours of the day by his father.

But he was going to be held, at least for as long as they were in Gotham for. He didn't trust the stuff on the sidewalks, and he didn't trust the people walking on it. Bruce was tiny, and Danny would lose his mind if he lost him in a crowd.

In his arms, Bruce whined and wriggled, pushing at his shoulders in the signature way he did when he wanted to be let down. Danny tightened his hold, and adjusted his place on his hip.

"I know, bumblebee." Danny muttered, resting his chin on Bruce's small head. His hair was still thin, but it was dark and soft, and tickled his throat a little. "But not yet, I need to find somewhere for us to stay first."

He needed to find somewhere for them to stay, permanently. He couldn't keep living like this, and he couldn't let Bruce grow up like this either. Constantly moving, homeless, unsure of when he was going to eat next? It wasn't good for him. But he needed to find a city he liked, and after that? He wasn't sure. Where did he start?

But Bruce doesn't like his answer, he whines at him, louder, and his wriggling increases. He wants down, he wants to move. They were in a new place again, he wanted to explore. He's too little to fully understand what his dad's saying. "Dada." He said, his voice thick with the accent of a child first learning to speak.

"I know," Danny repeats, stressing the word as his eyes flitted about. There was a park nearby -- maybe he and Bruce could stop there for a bit. Bruce could move around, and Danny could figure out his next move.

It was getting dark, he didn't want to be out in Gotham when it was dark. Shuffling, he moved the inside of his jacket to wrap around Bruce better. It was getting cold, too. Last winter with Bruce had been hellish - Bruce's liminality meant that Danny's immunity to the cold hadn't been passed down to him. Danny had spent all winter terrified that Bruce was going to get sick and die. He didn't want to go through that stress again, especially now that Bruce would be moving.

He hoped they could find new living arrangements soon.

---- dniwer eht klolc - clockwork's conversation ---

Laughing quietly as Bruce ran out of the room, Danny turned his attention back to the mirror, his fingers curled around the knot of his tie. They'd been planning this outing for weeks since the movie was first announced, and Danny wasn't going to let anything ruin tonight.

Humming under his breath, his hands fell from his tie and he steps back. They were leaving in half an hour, at best, but experience from the last six years has taught Danny that he wants to be ready before then.

In his reflection, the clock behind him stops ticking, and a wave of nothing washes over him, a subtle shift he's gotten used to that was the sensation of time stopping. Ticking, soft and coming from all four sides of the room, filled his ears.

Danny's smile drops. And behind him, Clockwork swirled into existence like a blackhole reversing its pull. "Don't go out tonight, Thomas." He says, his voice stern.

That wasn't happening.

He reaches up to push back a loose strand of hair out of his face. "Does something happen to Bruce, Clockwork?" He asks, his voice deceptively calm. That would be the only reason he would postpone tonight. If it endangered Bruce, then he would just have to break the news to him that they'd have to go tomorrow.

In the reflection, Clockwork's lips thinned, pressing together tersely. He looked tense, the grip on his staff was tight, tighter than Danny's seen it before in recent years. And it worried him a little.

Clockwork is silent for a few seconds, hesitant, before he finally speaks. "No, Bruce will be fine." He says, and uncharacteristic of him, he shuffles, "But--"

Ah, good then. Danny's smile returns briefly across his face. Then it could be something Danny can handle. "But nothing then, Clockwork." He says, interrupting the Ancient firmly. He leans back slightly to look over himself again in the mirror, before going to undo his tie. He's changed his mind about it.

"Boo has been looking forward to our movie all week, I'm not crushing his hopes by changing my mind last minute." In just a few seconds the tie was off his neck and tossed onto bed behind him. And Danny was reaching over the dresser beside him to grab a pearl necklace, he normally didn't wear it, it belonged to Mrs. Wayne and he inherited it after she and Mr. Wayne passed away last year. It wouldn't hurt to wear it for a special occasion like this.

Clockwork's lips tightened, and his shoulders tensed up. "Thomas," He says lowly, "Please."

...Clockwork never said please. Danny's never heard him say please in the last ten years he's known him. This... must have been pretty serious -- but, his core tugged at him. He couldn't cancel without finding the reason why. Bruce was so important to him, Danny couldn't break his heart with this without learning why. He wouldn't allow it, and neither would his core.

He hooks the necklace around his neck and turns to face Clockwork, frowning deeply. "Does something happen tonight?" If he knew the reason -- he just needed to know the reason.

Clockwork stares at him, and something that Danny can't catch appears across his face. "...I cannot tell you." He says after a long moment, his voice quiet.

That... is not the answer Danny wants. He won't cancel.

He frowns. "If something happens tonight..." He says slowly -- Clockwork said that Bruce is unharmed. That must mean Danny was able to handle it. He allows himself to smile reassuringly, and he steps forward to clap a hand on Clockwork's shoulder. "Then I will handle it, alright? I promise."

He gets no response back. Clockwork's expression unreadable as he nods silently - Danny's anxiety curls in his gut. He's being so unlike himself. But he shakes Clockwork's shoulder gently and steps around him, leaving the room.

After a minute, he feels time return to normal.

[sstormyskyess]

wrote some more robot!ghost for @glitterypirateduck's ghost challenge!! i used prompt #81 and pushed robot!ghost in a river >:)

[tiny suggestive warning!]

The sixth month of your service as Ghost's technician was coming to a close, and along with that, autumn was just starting to peter off into winter. The air was colder and the wind bites just a little harder than it did before.

Your breath is visible in the air when you stop to catch it, having exerted yourself on your morning run. Your feet have taken you off base today after deciding to work yourself a little harder. If things went as planned, you would be following the task force off base within the next couple weeks for a longer mission, one where Ghost wouldn't be able to visit as promptly. So, to make sure nothing catastrophic happened with you too far away to address it, you would be going with them.

You wipe the sweat off your forehead as you make a detour into a small cafe on your way back to base, the bell above the door jingling when you push it open. Despite the fact that the little shop was packed for the afternoon rush, things were rather quiet. It was a tad confusing, to be frank.

The cause of this awkward and uncomfortable silence is made clear once you spot a certain hulking man standing next to the front counter, arms crossed over his chest.

You walk over to him with curiosity in your eyes. "Ghost? What are you doing here?" Why would an automaton be in a cafe of all places? Or anywhere that serves food for that matter?

His glowing red LED optics focus on you when he hears your voice and he shrugs in response to your question. "Getting drinks for the others." His voice is plain and deadpanned as usual, explaining himself as though it were obvious and well-known that he served as the task force's personal coffee delivery boy.

You make a little 'oh' noise and glance away from him. Those damn eyes of his continue to send a shiver down your spine every time he stares at you so intently. Expectantly, almost.

The silence is palpable for a few moments before you try to start a more substantial conversation. "So, um... do you do stuff like this often? Getting food for the other guys, I mean."

His voice box makes a low, metallic rumble in response and looks at the queue on the tiny monitor showing what orders were coming out next. "Pretty often. Don't get tired and don't have to work out daily. Got plenty of extra time," he says before glancing over at you and nodding toward the counter. "Might want to get your order in, mate."

Oh. That is what you were here to do, isn't it? You mosey over to the waiter and give them your order, feeling Ghost's eyes on the side of your face while you speak.

When the both of you get your orders--one cup of coffee for yourself and a variety of teas and coffees for the boys--you and Ghost head out together and start on back to base. Conversation flows somewhat easily as you walk as you exchange small stories with each other; most of his consist of various past operations, yours are generally about your clients over the years.

About halfway back, catastrophe strikes.

The two of you are on your merry way when you hear the sound of car horns blaring only a little ways away. All of a sudden, a car is swerving and coming directly toward you. You freeze at the sight and aren't able to react until it's almost too late. Lucky for you, you have a 6'4" automaton bodyguard, one that's able to quickly shove you out of the trajectory the speeding car is taking.

The result is him flying over the guardrail along the side of the river you're walking next to, right into the water.

"Ghost!" You look over the edge, eyes wide in shock. You turn your gaze to the driver of the car that nearly crashed into you. "What is wrong with you?!" You bark at them before trying to find some way down to help Ghost out of the river. You curse under your breath when your search comes up short and resort to climbing over the railing and sliding down the steep drop to the lower walkway.

Luckily, he's already swimming to the side, albeit a bit slow. You take hold of his hand and drag him closer the best you can, helping him onto the concrete footpath.

Now, usually, water wouldn't be an issue for an automaton as advanced as he is, but the fact his chassis was crumpled up by the car hitting him, water was able to get underneath his waterproof outer casing and into his circuits. You call up Price on your phone and he's there to take the both of you back to base within minutes (not before getting the culprits plate numbers and information, though--that person was really going to get it, you already know).

Ghost is stumbling by the time you make it back to your office and get him laying on the workbench to be treated. You have to tell Soap to shut up when he makes a stupid comment about just putting him in a tub full of rice, and he promptly fucks off when he hears the venom in your voice.

You're quick to remove his damaged chest casing and set it to the side. He's instinctively resistant to the action after recently experiencing high levels of trauma, and his hands shoot up to stop you multiple times as you open him up, but eventually he gets too weak to hold you back anymore.

A grimace sets upon your face when you see the water sloshing around in his most fragile parts. Towels first, then you can really take care of him. "I'm gonna wipe you down first, okay? The fabric will probably feel strange or hurt a bit at first, but it's all necessary, okay?" You reassure him while you get the towels out of your tool cabinets. He gives you a strained, glitchy grumble in response.

When you start patting him down, his limbs twitch and he groans softly, his eyes flickering. "Fuckin' hell--" he hisses, his voicebox chopping his words up and his back arching off the table involuntarily. It makes you falter for a bit; it almost sounded like a groan of pleasure instead of pain...

But there's no time to speculate about whether or not your patient was a masochist. Even if your face started to heat up a bit, both from the shame of thinking about him like that and from the inappropriate thoughts passing through your mind. So unprofessional, you scold yourself.

But after that day, you can't get the thoughts out of your head. Yet another thing about that man that captivates you. This was starting to become a problem.

more robot!ghost on the masterlist!!

[mara-tevith-solo]

One Enchanted Evening

Just a little Adam Warlock fluff. This MFer restarted my Will Poulter era and I stg... man’s too good for this world

Pairing: Adam Warlock x Ex-Avenger/ Guardian!Reader

Warnings: It’s fluff, mentions of drinking, Blurp being adorable, flirting, established relationship, making out

Rating: 18+

Words: 1.1k+

"C'mon Y/n! Let's go get pretty boy wasted for the first time! Drax, Nebula, and some of the others will be there!" Rocket called from the front door, sounding way too enthused with his little side quest as Adam smiled brightly, and innocently, beside him.

"I can't, I have to take over for Ullette tomorrow; her daughter is coming for a visit." You apologized with a breathy laugh, shaking your head at the two. "Don't poison yourself, Rocket. I'm betting a quarter mil that his alcohol tolerance is about as good as Steve's."  

"I'll take you up on that bet!" He laughed with pride and little foresight.

"Who's Steve?" Adam asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. There wasn't any jealousy there, just pure curiosity.

"He was one of Y/n's Super Soldier Earth pals, worked on the same team together for over a decade, stopped the world from ending a few times, we all reversed the Snap together about three years back. Good guy. Was hung up on a broad he used to know."

"What's a broad?"

"Its a term for a woman, though it's not so respectful. Y'all better get going before Drax pre-games too hard."  

"Alright alright, I'll keep lover boy out of trouble, swearsies."

Adam shifted on his feet, looking at Rocket's retreating form before looking at you like a puppy who didn't know which way to go. You placed your hands on his chest, the fabric of his t-shirt soft under your palms as you raised up onto your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek "Don't let them drink too much. Last time a challenge like this happened, Drax had to have his stomach pumped."

"Should I be worried? Because I'd be more than happy to just stay home with you and we could finish that show and--"

"It'll be fine, Adam. Go have fun with the others. I'll still be here when you come back." You smiled teasingly before pushing him the rest of the way out the door, Rocket's crossed arms and exasperated expression in your peripherals, shaking his head at the two of you.

"Don't have too much fun without me." He finally conceded with a cheeky wink before turning and making to leave with the Raccoon.

As soon as the door closed, Blurp let out a soft little whine, making you turn back towards him with a small pout that turned into a frown as soon as you saw the sadness on his little face, the worry in his eyes that was always there whenever Adam left without him. You swooped up the little fuzzball and nuzzled your face against his "Oh, come on fluff, you can help me make some ice cream sundaes for us." You hummed as you began dancing to a phantom melody only you could hear, his eager agreements nearly busting him loose from your arms. You laughed as you set him on the counter, motioning for him to sit and stay while you went for ingredients.

It wasn't the first time the two of you had done the late night treat, the F'saki watching as you began making two bowls, his topped with Orloni jerky with strawberry sauce while yours was just a simple vanilla with hot fudge sauce. He was vibrating with anticipation as you picked up both bowls and began leading the charge back to the living room, being careful to not trip you on the way. He'd done it once, and only once. He'd gotten too excited and had zipped over your foot while you were beginning to take a step, resulting in you faceplanting into the hard wood covered cement floors, breaking your nose in the process. He'd felt so bad about it, and hadn't zipped anywhere near your feet since. He sat by the couch, tall and pretty as he waited for you to put his bowl down "There ya go, buddy. Enjoy!" You giggled softly as he dug in with a happy chirp. You curled up on the couch to enjoy yours. Afterwards, you didn't bother with the dishes, suddenly too exhausted, laying down just a bit to nap until Adam returned. Blurp was all too happy to join you, cuddling up on your stomach with happy little purrs, falling asleep well before you did.

"Y/n!" Adam's whispered shout pulled you out of a light doze, still curled up on the couch with Blurp, an excited Adam leaning over you both. Blurp didn't even flinch, just grumbling softly in his sleep as he curled up tighter, much like a sleepy, disgruntled cat. "Sorry!" He giggled, still whisper shouting "I figured it out!"

"Figured what out, handsome?" You hummed groggily, smiling sleepily up at the golden man who was smiling ear to ear at the endearment, a dreamy gleam in his eyes.

"Drax helped me figure out why my chest burns whenever I think of you... and when I'm around you... when we're apart... any time you're even mentioned really. He said that's how he felt about his Ovette. He called it 'love'." Your heart skipped a beat, realizing where the conversation was going. "He said that I need to make sure you know how I feel about you, that you never doubt how much I love you. And then he cried... a lot... he's very drunk..."

Your heart felt like it was soaring as you reached up and cupped his cheek, your fingers then moving to trace his jawline and his chin. He moved down with you, like he didn't want you to stop touching him, an intoxicated warmth to his eyes that wasn't from the liquor. When your lips touched you could swear it was unlike any kiss before, it was electrifying to your very core, your very soul. It made your breath stutter as one of his hands planted firmly on the couch by your shoulder as the other gripped your hip. "I love you too, Adam." You murmured against his lips, your voice feather light, just for his ears. His kiss became hungry, devouring everything that you gave him like a man starved, some of his hair falling into your face, the tickling sensation making your toes curl and your heart splutter.

He almost closed the distance between you, but Blurp squeaked in protest on your stomach, almost pouting up at him like you'd both mortally betrayed him "Sorry Blurp. But I need to borrow my love." He was gentle as he picked up the F'saki, usurping him of his position. The fuzzy being only huffed and went to steal your bed. Adam didn't give you a moment to laugh at the situation, swallowing the sound eagerly as his tongue begged for entrance, his hard length making its presence well known against your thigh. He moaned loudly as your tongue came out to play with his, your hips bucking up into him, begging for friction "Y/n, oh gods." He moaned, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss and nip at his neck.  

[saturnzskyzz]

can you maybe write something with Lee Taehyung and Ler Jin. (I really love your fics!)

Of course!!

A/N: I'm very sorry for how short this is, but don't worry! There will be a part two of this! :]] (if you want to be tagged Anon, just DM me! I'd be happy to tag you in part two!)

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Jin and Tae received a punishment for loosing in one of their bangtan episode's..unfortunantly, taehyung received two punishments.

Warning:

Tickling

Taehyung was.. How do I say this?.. Curious.. to say the least.

He's not the type to work out a whole lot, much so Seokjin as well, but ever since they both lost a bet from the others due to the genre of their bangtan episode, they were punished to do a workout confirmed by Namjoon. And although Taehyung should be bummed that he received the punishment with Seokjin, he was just.. Fickle about the situation.

He wondered how much he could bench press, or how many push-ups he could do along side his friend.

So he turned it into a challenge.

Ten minutes into the punishment, Taehyung took the lead into what they should work out on first. They went from push-ups; Seokjin ending up with 37, beating Taehyung by three push-ups more. Then they went on with bench press, which also resulted with Seokjin beating Tayehyung with a single press more than the younger. And now they're on to planks, suggested by Seokjin, who was feeling a bit bad that he was winning Taehyung's "challenge".

"I'm so going to beat you at planks!" Taehyung said with high hopes. He's already done so many planks as it is, so he was certain that he was going to beat Seokjin with these.

"You wanna bet?" Seokjin said, although he had planned beforehand to give up his win to his fellow member. He got in a resting position while he waited for Taehyung to be ready.

"Yes! I have my stop watch ready!" Taehyung held out the stopwatch, with his thumb resting on the button. When he saw Seokjin getting ready to plank, that's when he started the stop watch.

Now, Taehyung wanted to be nice to his hyung since this was a challenge to him, but he felt mischievous at that second, and decided to come up with a plan while Seokjin was still "standing."

He waited for a few seconds; checking the stop watch every now and then, looking at Seokjin with a smirk, to which Seokjin never noticed. After all, he was too focused on the ground below him to even fathom his surroundings, so when Taehyung felt that right now was a good time to start his plan, he went into action.

"Hey, hyung? did you know that Chris Martin was going to be here today?" Taehyung pulled on his best confused voice, while staring at a corner with the intentions that a coldplay member had joined the gym.

"Wait what?!" Seokjin glanced at Tae, who then whipped his head the other direction from where the younger was looking at with excitement, and confusion. When he saw no one, however, he suddenly felt ten fingers go for both of his sides, which caused him to panic, and put a knee down to then dart his hands at the offending fingers, easily pushing them away to stop its predicament on his sides.

"Yohou should have seen yohour face, hyung! Oho my goodness!" Taehyung chuckled out loud, with his hands still captured by the oldest.

"Why did you do that? I was in the middle of doing my plank!" Seokjin released one of tae's hands to lightly smack at his shoulder to emphasize his frustration.

"What? I was bored, and I'm wanting to beat you in something, so HA! I already stopped the timer. You got..." As Taehyung looked at the timer, Seokjin was also planning his revenge. He got up to hover over Taehyung while he grabbed at his wrists to keep him from possibly running.

"...H-Hyung, what are you doing?" Tae said, immediately neglecting the stop watch to look at his hyung, nervously.

The younger was easily brought to lay comfortably on his back while the older swiftly moved Tae's trapped hands above his head while moving to sit on the younger's hips so he had no where to go.

"Let's change up the exercise, yeah? This time, it's an endurance test." Seokjin said, scaringly calm.

"Wh-whahat kind of endurance test.. Hyung?" Teahyung said, hesitantly. He already thought of what this endurance test was going to be, enlightening the oldests sight with a red hue from the younger, surprisingly fast.

"Already nervous, huh? It's alright. I'm sure you'll do better than what I could have done seconds ago." Seokjin said, smiling sweetly at Taehyung before he shot his hands straight to Tae's sides, bringing out the youngers soft, honey sweet laughter.

"Ahahah, HYUhuUhng! Nohoho!" cried the youngest. He tried to get out of Seokjin's threshold, but it was to no avail, leaving him utterly trapped with no escape fairly quickly, no surprise to the oldest.

"Already giving up on escaping? That's fine. This is an endurance test afterall. You're not supposed to escape a test, V." Seokjin said calmly. He was quite formal with his words like he was empersonating a teacher.

"Whihihihihy?!" Taehyung dared to ask while in such a predicament.

"Behecause you did this to yourself, you goof!" seokjin said. He decided he wanted to test the waters, even knowing that this would bring back revenge from the younger, but he still begged the obvious question.

"Say, you wanna bet how long you can withhold me counting your ribs, Tae? You know.. Since you've already beaten me in doing a plank?" Seokjin said with a playful glint in his eyes while he looked at the vocalist.

"NOOHOohoho, hyuhuhung! Plehehease nahahat thahat!" upon hearing Taehyungs panicky giggles, he started the counting game with no remorse.

"First, I gotta find your first set of ribs to start off.." Seokjin said, purposely digging here and there to set off Taehyungs nerves before he found the top part of his ribs.

"NOHOHOHOHO! JIHIN PLEHEHEASE!" with kicking egs, he grabbed onto Seokjin's wrists to try and get them away from his ribs, but it was no use.

"1.."

"2.."

"3.. If you keep trying to push me away, I'll have to start over, you know?"

"4.."

Taehyung was at a loss for words.. Quite literally. The first five set of his top ribs were always the worst. Much so his bottom set as well, poor soul..

"STAHAH- JIHIJIN! NOHOHO MOHOHOR-ahahAHAHA!" He whipped his head back as he held onto Seokjin's wrists with no actual meaning to push them away, once again.

"Yehes more! You still have~ what?.. More than 10 more ribs to go?!" Jin laughed alongside his friend, who had a contagious laugh, engulfed by the oldest. Tae was known for having a contagious laugh when in a tickly predicament. All the members were fond of his sweet, honey-like laughter. It was understandable that the members would crave his sweet laugh-it brought joy to them.

But although Jin wanted to be evil, he decided to move his hands back to Tae's sides to savor the younger's breath.

"Jihihin! P-plehehease! MEHEercy!!" Taehyung kicked his legs weakly, closing his eyes shut to the sound of Seokjin's evil laugh breaking the quiet air.

"Mercy? Taehyung.. We've barely finished what you started!" Seokjin said, menacingly. He stared at Tae, knowing that his eyes we're shut, but knew that staring alone would have him sense the starving look in the oldests' eyes.

Without getting a peep other than giggles from the victim, Seokjin daringly lifted up Tae's shirt to reveal his stomach. Tae knew exactly what that meant.

"W-wahait! JIN! Nohoho! Dohohon't you dAHAre!" Taehyung pleaded. The obvious look on Jin's face made Tae nervous, and more giddy with what he's planning to do.

"Oho, I dare!" Jin said, before leaning his head down to blow big, long raspberries into the skin of Tae's bare stomach.

"HAHAHAHAHA! SEHEOKJIHIHIN! STAHAHAHA!" Tae pulled his head back once again to release big, boisterous laughter.

"Nhng-eheAHAHAHA! sst-STAHAHAP! PLEHEHAHAHA!" Tae couldn't speak coherently as Jin peckered quick, yet long raspberries from before. The sensation with each blow as Jin spreaded them all around: from the middle, right above his navel, to getting his sides right below his bottom set of ribs. He never miksed a spot to gift his Seokjin's special raspberries into the young man's skin.

About 10 to 15 raspberries in, However, Tae was starting to become tired from all the laughter, and Jin was starting to notice as well. He lent up from the younger, to just tweaking at his sides, once again, to just have him giggling.

"Have we grown tired of this Endearance test, Tae?" Jin said, looking at him with a smirk.

"Fuhuhu.. Fuhuhuck youohou!" Tae dared to say with glint in his eyes.

"Oho, you little! -"

As much for revenge, Tae has yet another tickly punishment that very evening..

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[osleeplessflowero]

<- First Part 🔒 -> Oneshot Masterpost

time for some answers! that..lead to more questions.

AmalgaMATE

a science sans x amalgamate reader series

The sound of the scanner was all Sans could seem to focus on as Alphys hooked up the machine to give it a test run. The "Insert", or rather, You were waiting behind some glass windows, hands pressed against them as your heads shifted between shapes. Somehow a chill goes down the skeleton's spine at your staring, even though he can't actually feel temperatures. Perhaps that's just an effect you have on him, heart shaped voids where your eyes would be unable to pull away as you observe his subtle movements.

"O-Okay, just hold still and let me look over your soul for a few seconds. Try not to move too mul- much." Alphys' claws can be heard clicking the keys on the keyboard beside her before she presses a button on the machine.

"don't gotta worry too much about that, alphys. it's not like i need to breathe." He simply falls limp where he sits as he feels himself being scanned, Alphys focusing intently on what the machine says. Ooh, he really wants to make a joke right now, but he'd hate to know what could go wrong if she loses focus. Maybe some other time. The two wait in an agonizing silence as the results slowly pull up. Jeez, someone really needs to do maintenance on this..

"Okay, let me take a look at..oh stars." Alphys' brows knit together as she looks at the screen, briefly glancing back at the skeleton.

"you're making me nervous, am i dying or something?" A hint of a chuckle is heard in his voice, but also a small amount of anxiety.

"Well, n-no, but..um..okay. Do you remember the concept of Soulmates that we went over?"

"well yeah. everybody has someone compatible for their soul that they can be bound to, and when a perfect match is found the souls are linked automatically. ..what does that have to do with this?" He tilts his head as he leans to the side, shifting his weight onto one of his hands resting on the seat below him.

She shuts the machine down but keeps the results screen up, shuffling about as she talks. "Those..strings that you saw are all soul links. Links connected to your soul." She turns to face him directly, a serious expression on her face. He freezes, eyesockets going wide in shock.

"..you're saying i have connections to every soul fragment in their body?"

"..Yeah, which means..you're soulmates with the entity." She turns the screen around so he can face it, pointing at each individiual string that's connected from his soul to Yours. Various different colors and styles all link right to him, wrapping around his soul and almost trapping it. "S-Somehow, you've..bonded with every soul here. That is why the entity likes you so much."

"how is that even scientifically possible?" He sits up, adjusting his glasses that had begun to slip and getting off of the chair he'd been sitting in to get a closer look. "how did i manage to bond with a bunch of soul shards we found out and about? i mean, it's not unheard of to have multiple soulmates, but this many?"

He turns back to look at you, watching as your melty grin stretches once you've been acknowledged. Well, it would explain the clingy behavior and why you didn't attack him on sight..

"how could i be bound to that many souls? it's impossible, i can't be..it doesn't make sense." He stares off at a desk in a nearby corner, covered in scattered papers and blue prints for various projects, allowing himself to think.

"I-I don't know myself, it should be impossible. But ten- then..after seeing the results..it's definitely possible now. You're bound." She looks out of the window at You, and You break your staring at Sans, focusing on her as your eyes shift back into circular voids, tilting your head in curiosity.

"i don't get it..there has to be some explanation for this. a mistake somewhere, somehow- why would?.." He puts a gloved hand over his teeth, trying to think of some sort of reasoning, something he's not seeing. But what is it? What is the piece of the puzzle he can't seem to place? He turns back to look at you, watching as your eyes shift back to adoring little hearts. He walks over to the glass without a word, standing behind it as you perk up, gently pressing various shifting hand shapes against it with a wide smile.

"Wh-When you find your soulmate..o-or soulmates, in this case..you're bound for a long time, Sans. And..I think you two are gonna be stuck with each other for a long time." She joins his side, looking at You as you lightly hit the glass, wanting to go inside.

"what am i going to do, al?" He lowers his hand, eyes softening as he looks over you. She sighs, putting a hand on his shoulder and waiting for him to turn to look at her. She looks back at you for a moment, before shifting her gaze back to him.

"Well, for now..we just need to keep working and observing it until we can figure out how all this mess works. M-Maybe there's a chance you can detach somehow! Or..figure something else out! Something..something crazy, b-but possible!"

"i guess we'll have to see, huh?" He puts his hands in his lab coat pockets. Alphys removes her hand, walking over to fully shut down the scanning machine and push some of the previous scientist's journals out of the way. He walks over to the door, letting it scan one of his eyelights before exiting. You're on him in mere seconds, clinging to him like a cat to a scratching post. He lets out an uneasy chuckle, still not quite used to this sort of thing.

"hey. i'm back now." He reaches up to pet your rapidly shifting heads, having a bit of a struggle as your heights constantly change. "you okay? ..all of you?" He pauses, hearing something muttered from your mouths and freezing. ..He didn't think you could speak. "hey, i..i couldn't hear, can you say that again? try again."

"Ssss.." You strain yourselves, voices changing between different pitches and having the tone of a whisper. "Saaaans.." A wide smile crosses your faces, pleased at your discovery. He lets out a little amused huff, stepping back a little.

"so you can talk, huh? well.. you're progressing similarly to the others, at least. won't be long before you can say full sentences again. if you keep working at it, that is."

"Saaaans. Saaaans? Saaaans!" Giggles of differing pitches erupt from your mouth as you cling to him again, Alphys shaking her head as she exits the room behind you both.

"They're like a puppy." She smiles, observing your behavior. "Only without the licking and biting part."

"hey, don't jinx it. they might try it." Sans warns, earning a laugh from the lizard as they both begin walking down a long hallway, motion lights activating above as they pass through. They both find themselves staring off into space as they walk quietly, sounds of content coming from you. Alphys simply types away on her phone, probably to Undyne, Sans thinks. All of a sudden, he feels a sharp pain.

"ow-" He looks over to see your forms biting onto his shoulder before he quickly pulls you off, holding you up by the scruff of your melty neck as you let out sounds of discontent. "no biting, that's bad."

Alphys lets out a laugh, barely able to contain herself. "IT ACTUALLY- IT ACTUALLY BIT YOU-" She wheezes, holding her chest. "Oh my stars, I'm gonna pass out!"

"shut up, al." He murmurs as the three of you enter the elevator to go down a floor. It's quiet for a bit before Alphys perks up, putting her phone away.

"You know, I see what you mean about the lack of elevator music now."

"right? it'd make it a lot less creepy, that's for sure. just goin' in here and listening to..i dunno, casual bongos."

"Bongos? Sans, please. I am not playing bongos in here." She puts a hand on her hip.

"don't hate on them, you just can't handle their power." Sans finally puts you down after a hot minute, and you go right back to clinging to his back. "plus it's funny."

"Oh my stars." She pinches her nose in frustration as the doors open, and the two scientists enter the new hallway. Machinery can be heard moving nearby, likely for Mettaton's routine maintenance. As to which Mettaton? They have no idea. But it's one of 'em.

Sans perks up to make some sort of robot joke, but pauses when the sound of something moving in the air vents interrupts the peace. You perk up, heads all turning to find the location of the sound, before detaching from Sans quickly. He holds out an arm in protest, but is unable to stop you as you go to hunt down whatever it may be.

"that's..probably not good." A bead of magic sweat rolls down his skull, Alphys facepalming shortly after.

"Why did you let it go?! C-Come on, we've gotta find it before it hurts one of the other patients or something." Alphys grabs her phone, opening an app so she can see her security cameras, trying to pinpoint your location. Sans follows the trail of goop you left behind, running after it quickly.

"hey! don't go chasing after stuff, get back here! you don't have enough HP to go running into danger right now!" He shouts at the ceiling, hoping you can hear him from wherever you are. The noise in the vents is much louder, the movement of what sounds like multiple figures able to be heard echoing as the chase proceeds on. The sounds finally stop near a keycard locked room, Sans opening it almost immediately upon hearing a loud crash. He pops his head in, turning on the light with a worried look, before letting out a sigh of relief.

You sit in a little goopy, shifting blob as the patient "Endogeny" sniffs you, barking happily at the fact that it's made a friend. You simply remain still as it seems to "sniff" you, despite having no nose on its body whatsoever, before lying down on the ground beside you, various legs and all.

"thank the stars it was just endo. so that's how something kept getting into the dog food, it's been going through the vents." He pops his head out. "al! it's okay, it was just endo!"

"Are you serious? How did a dog that BIG get into the vents?"

"i dunno, but that's what happened. they're fine now, everything's good."

"Thank the stars..they almost gave me a heart attack. Remind me why I'm working down here again?"

"because we've experienced The Horrors and have to live with that for the rest of our lives?"

"Oh yeah. True."

"Sans? Are You In Here? You Didn't Come Home For Your Break, So I Decided To Visit And Ensure You Are Alright!" Papyrus' voice echoes through the hall. Sans somehow pales despite literally being a white skeleton, tensing before shutting the door. Alphys looks at him worriedly.

"papyrus can not know about this situation right now. just let me handle this, watch over them okay?" He rushes away before she can respond, leaving her frozen in place as she slowly looks into the room you're in. You press your faces against the glass abruptly, causing her to scream and jolt backwards, before she regains her composure. You let out a series of distorted laughs as she sighs, putting her hands on her hips.

"A-Alright, you troublemaker. You're gonna have to get used to me one way or another, and if this is how it'll be then so be it."

You grin smugly at her, Endogeny comically rising up behind you so it can look outside too. Such a good dog. Dogs? Something like that.

"okay sans, just act natural, it's your brother. your brother that does not know what you have been doing with human souls and does not know that those souls are your soulmates now. just act..natural." He opens a door, being greeted with the face of his younger brother.

[mycupofrum]

Thank you @shivstar for such an interesting prompt and this rare pair! It took me a while to figure out how to write these two interacting together, but I love a good challenge. :) I hope you enjoy what I came up with. Here's Gellert Grindelwald/Sirius Black. The pairing is mostly implied because of the pre-dating phase.

Rating: G

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Out of time

He knows something has gone wrong the minute the world stops spinning around. His knees buckle and he collapses on the floor.

He's shaking and gasping for air, and a wave of nausea threatens to overtake him. A force yanks his wand from his hand, then the metallic object from his pocket.

Sirius Black raises his head, blinking. Everything is dark, until a wand lights up a few metres away from him. Decorated stone walls. Large fireplace. Arched windows. He's in a castle.

A man comes to stand above him, blond strands peeking out from under his hood. His pale blue eyes stare down at Sirius, cold and curious.

"And who do we have here?"

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1920. He went back in time 76 years.

The Ministry. The Department of Mysteries. Death Eaters. Everything was a chaos. Curses flying around. Bellatrix's spell hit Sirius squarely on the chest – and on the Time-Turner hidden in his breast pocket as he was flung backwards towards the veil.

He picked up the object when they rushed through the Time Chamber towards the Death Chamber. He didn't really know what he'd do with a damaged Time-Turner, but it probably saved his life, even if he's now stuck in the past with nowhere to go.

He hopes with all his might that Harry is safe.

"Who is Harry?"

It's him. The Dark Wizard he only knew from history books until now.

Sirius doesn't reply but hastily tries to clear his mind, even if he barely knows the basics of Occlumency learned years ago. He'll never yield willingly.

"Interesting." Gellert Grindelwald smirks. "You'll talk eventually. We've got all the time in the world."

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He's been imprisoned in the bedchamber for a month. The irony of it all is staggering. At least his bed is comfortable, there are no Dementors or cranky house-elves around, and he receives regular meals that are surprisingly tasty.

Based on the amount of cheese and pastries on the menu, as well as the mountainous view from his window, he must be near the Alps. How the Time-Turner transported him to another location, he doesn't know. It must be the result of magic having behaved unpredictably under such special circumstances.

Grindelwald visits his room every day with questions about the future, and, confusingly, to play chess with him. Sirius remains tight-lipped but agrees to play the game, if only to pass the time. He's surprised that the man has let his mind stay unpenetrated, even though it probably wouldn't take much effor to break through Sirius's mental walls.

Grindelwald always leaves the room with the same infuriating smile on his lips. Why hasn't he just forced the answers out of Sirius yet?

It's baffling.

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After two months, Sirius has come to the conclusion that Gellert Grindelwald isn't the same kind of monster as Voldemort. He's similarly smart, calculating, charming and polite when he wants to be, though beneath the surface, there's undoubtedly a more ruthless side. Sirius isn't naive. But Grindelwald has the capacity to feel something for another person; he mentions an old friend with whom he used to play chess once upon a time, and Sirius knows the look of loss when he sees it.

The blue eyes bother him. They always study Sirius, his every move. He supposes he does the same with Grindelwald.

There's curiosity there, and it's not one-sided.

He could try to prevent Grindelwald from committing the horrible things he's going to do. He could try to make things better.

Sirius needs to do something.

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"So, Sirius. You have finally decided to talk?"

The light from the fireplace flickers in Gellert's eyes as he leans closer to Sirius over the empty chess board between them.

Sirius licks his lips. Three months in, he's made his decision.

"I can tell you some things. But nothing that will endanger those closest to me."

Gellert smiles. "Very well."

They clink their glasses of amber liquid together, and the gesture holds the promise of something more to come.

"I'm surprised you didn't just force me to spill my secrets," Sirius finally says.

"I did consider that," Gellert muses. "But you're out of your time. Stuck here with me. I thought we could have some fun together, you and I, once you got used to the idea."

"Fun?" Sirius raises his brow.

"Why, we're both intelligent men. Surely, all the strategising we do day by day requires a release."

Sirius finishes his drink in one gulp. His cheeks flush, either from the alcohol or the implication in Gellert's words.

"I'm sure it does."

This time, he responds to Gellert's smile.

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[hannahbarberra162]

Hiiii! Just appearing here to vent after spending the whole day being treated like an animal (it's not hypothetical, not a force of expression, I mean literally), and to point after that experience that your Readers didn't suffer enough AT ALL - I'm not dramatic - and that I understand them (within the acceptable, right?!). Sometimes you're in a really shitty situation, and you realize that, but you start to fluctuate between fear of getting out and regretting it and the curiosity about what's going to happen next.

P.S: To be clear, I'm doing great, this was just the result of a very strange and dubious freshman college culture!

P.S.S: And I wasn't so literally treated like an animal, but closer than far! Kinda crazy

Uhhhh @luarsunnynny, are you OK? What kind of college are you going to??? Blink twice if you need Luffy to save you. I’m a while from college but I’m here if you need to chat. In your honor, a college Marco / birding blorbo. Marco is whatever age you want him to be lol, doesn’t have to be a lot older.

Brief - AU College, Marco x F!Reader

You’d signed up for the ornithology outpost course as an effort to get the last four science credits you needed. It was perfect - you loved being outdoors and it was in the mountains. You’d always wanted to go but hadn’t had the time while you were studying for your degree. You’d be able to pay for it like it was school but it would function more like an extended camping trip. None of your friends were going - they all had jobs or internships over the summer. There wasn’t any reception where you were going, you’d all agreed to write letters to one another.

You’d tried signing up for the geology course but it had filled too quickly. Your second choice was marine biology, but you’d missed that one too. So you signed up for ornithology, which had quite a few available spots. You’d heard a lot about the course from others in the department - the course was rigorous and challenging but not impossible. You’d also heard that the instructor was old but fair. In his prime, he’d been the holder of the Big Year title for multiple years in a row. 

You packed up your things, making sure you had everything on the list. The day arrived when you were to meet the class at the bus taking you to the camp site. You stood at the designated area, twiddling awkwardly with the straps to your bag. A very handsome guy about your age with no shirt came up to you, cowboy hat on his head. 

“Is this the spot for the bird class?” He had a much lighter pack than you - did he remember to bring anything?

“Oh, uh, yeah. This is it. Are you in the class?” You inwardly cringed. Of course he was in the class, that’s why he was asking.

“Yeah, yeah. Couldn’t get into the entomology class, so I picked birds. Kinda similar.” He smiled at you. They were not at all similar, but you nodded anyway. He continued talking to you. “Did you hear that the instructor semi retired over the summer? Apparently his son is teaching the class this summer when we’re in the field and he’s teaching the classroom lessons. Hope he’s easier than the Pops.” You hadn’t heard anything but you hoped he was good too. The guy extended his hand. “I’m Ace,” he said. You saw a tattoo on his arm bearing the same information. 

“Nice to meet you, Ace. I think we’ll be spending a lot of time together this summer,” you said, cringing again. A few more students showed up, the group nearly completed. The door to the bus opened and a very tall and very good looking man got off holding a coffee mug. He looked quite chilled, like he was a counselor for a summer camp instead of a professor. He smiled at the group, and adjusted his glasses. 

“I’m Marco Newgate, the field instructor for the ornithology course. Hope everyone’s in the right place yoi. We’ll be leaving in a few moments, put your bags on the luggage racks please.” He turned and went back on the bus, sitting and drinking his coffee with his legs crossed.

Newgate? Like the shipping magnate Newgate? You’d signed up for the summer course, but you’d end up with a summer crush if you spent enough time with Marco. He was exactly your type, but obviously these were just silly thoughts. He was your professor. Your hot, knowledgeable, ornithology professor. And nothing more.

[burdsandwurds]

with the exception of a couple of camping trips in as many years, when i go bird watching i don't like to drive more than a few hours away from home. i'm not as young as i used to be (time is linear after all) and driving more than three or four hours takes a lot out of me these days. i'm tempted to make an exception for next year though.

ever since i first came across them in cincinnati, i have fallen in love with the common wall lizard. i know they're an introduced species but i find them to be absolutely gorgeous animals and i have been particularly blessed to find them in my own neighborhood. they're pretty charming little things and once they get used to you hanging around with a camera from time to time, they're a lot less likely to run away when they see you coming. as a result not only do i spend time out and about in my own neighborhood admiring them, i found myself in the habit of keeping an eye on observations on inaturalist as well.

a couple of years back there was an observation of one all the way north up in a park in novi, michigan. it piqued my curiosity a bit because a) that's pretty far north of cincinnati and b) with the exception of a few sightings in the dayton area there hasn't been any between here and michigan. if i had to guess, it was either a one off observation of an animal that got transported that far north or someone made an observation but made a mistake in placing the location. i'll also note that the lizard appears to be gravid in the photo and that it's also the only observation ever made by that particular user.

for the longest while i figured it was a case of a mistaken location, or at the very least, if the location was accurate it wouldn't be worth the trip to drive up to michigan on the one off chance that there are more wall lizards there. so i just chalked it up as something interesting, but not worth looking into. the other day though i came across this observation in waterford township, michigan, just a stone's throw north from the first sighting. now i'm starting to think that there really might be an established population of wall lizards in michigan now. i went back to the original first observation and took a look at the satellite image for the location and found a few areas where i pretty much can guarantee that if there are wall lizards there, they can be quickly and easily found.

wall lizards love rocky areas and there's a whole shore area that looks to be nothing but rocks.

there also appears to be some public buildings in the park as well and wall lizards tend to congregate in and around the cracks in the foundations of buildings.

so now that i think that there's more than a hint of a population in michigan and now that i've taken a good look at the surrounding area of where the first sighting was, i'm halfway confident that if i make the trip up there i will find myself some lizards.

the only thing is it's a ten hour plus, over five hundred mile trek to head up there. so while i'm incredibly tempted to make the trip next year to see if i can find myself some lizards, i honestly don't know if i have the time or the energy to travel that far (certainly not alone). so tonight when the wife and i have some free time, i think we'll look into the area and see if there are other places worth checking out and maybe turn it into an overnight couple's trip for us. if we can find a dog friendly hotel where we can take our old fur baby with us, that would be even better. if she doesn't feel up to it, i might be able to rope one of my guy friends into coming along. i'll tell them it's a quest so that they'll actually be interested. us men are game for almost anything if you call it a 'quest' or 'adventure.' i just have to find a way to justify the trip.

[leggerefiore]

Le project is finished!

I explained it to you in chat, but for everyone else here, let me explain. To find everyone else's estimated height when we only have a canon height for Volo, (6ft3 or 75 inches) I needed to know how many pixels tall he was. Hair has volume and isn't completely flat (esp anime hair) nor do hats fit completely snug on the dome of the skull. So I allocated space for that on each model. To find where the top of the head actually was, I reverse constructed the heads like I was drawing something, veeerrrrry fancy way of saying I drew two circles.

Once as I did Volo's, I zoomed in super close in Clip Studio with a guide, noting where the floor hit on the ruler, as well as where the top of the upper circle representing his skull hit. I then subtracted the floor number from the skull number to get his height in pixels. Then I had to do a lil math because I needed to know how many pixel would proportionally read as 1 inch. To do so, I divided Volo's height in pixels by 75, and it gave me a number just above 6.1; this is the ratio I used to figure everyone else out.

We decided to try to get Cyrus's height as well, and I bumped into my first issue, I couldn't just shrink Cy down and use the same ratio because the camera angle was different. Also, I couldn't just stitch the images together because without knowing down to the pixel, where Cyrus's head hit on Volo, the previous ratio would give an inaccurate result. I found this out the hard way and got this funny shit:

Alas, I requested another image, this time with Volo standing beside Cyrus, for the sake of me being able to create a new ratio. We went ahead and added a few more characters for fun. That's when I realized I had made a massive mistake in the first set of calculations: the modeler already shows me where the floor is and everyone was already lined up on that axis. A redo of the first set of calculations was in order.

I got it fixed and here's the images:

I did go ahead and round everyone to the nearest whole inch. The results are: Volo 6'3, Cyrus 6'0, Ingo 5'10 (slightly rounded down), Cynthia 5'10 with heels (slightly rounded up), Grimsley 5'8, Nanu 5'7, Rika and Saturn at 5'5, Mars 5'2 with heels (thanks to the camera angle I was able to calculate the height of her heels - just over 2 inches, meaning she's roughly 5ft even without them).

Enjoy!

Alpha Cyrus standing lordly over Volo, who has yet to meet someone taller than him and is bewildered. Also, alpha encounter music playing the in background and giving him flashbacks.

My joke about Cyrus standing just under 6' feet is defrated, but I am happy I got the number so close at a random guess. Ingo's height is nerfed... My train man never stood above the line 😭... Emmet, of course, is the same height. Assuming Cynthia's heels are around the same height as Mars, she's at 5'8" (Grim territory), but I think they're actually a little shorter than Mars's own, so probably 5'9".

Grimsley isn't the shortest king, but his height does suit him. I'm going to blame Nanu's height on his bad posture. The true short king is Saturn... He deserves a crown. Rika's height wasn't so unexpected after seeing her around the taller characters. I'm a little sad she's a bit shorter than I thought, but she's still taller than me lol. Tiny Mars being an entire foot shorter than Cyrus. She's looking up to him in more than one way.

Thanks for doing all this madness to satiate my curiosity!

[sandcobangevent]

the case of the mysterious test

by Badger and @alecs-potatofarm

The thing about being friends with Sherlock is that you can’t really keep anything from him. Most of the time that doesn’t bother me. I’m an open book, me. Besides, he’s my best friend. There are very few things I wouldn’t tell him. But it’s exactly because he’s my best friend that this one particular thing was off limits. At least until I worked out what, if anything, I was going to do about my feelings for him. But, despite my best efforts, he figured out I was hiding something anyway.

When we first started living together I’d only ever had relationships with women. Of course, I watched The Mummy and thought Brendan Fraser was fit. But didn’t everyone? I thought Sherlock, with his dimples and stuff, was just another one of those people everybody could agree on. 

The longer we lived together the more I started to wonder whether it might be more than just a passing attraction. The fact I didn’t move out as soon as I opened our freezer to grab some Phish Food and found nothing but an empty tub was proof of…something. I just didn’t know what exactly. So I turned to the old reliable—the internet.

I posted on Reddit about mostly liking women but having some pretty confusing feelings for this one guy who’s my best mate. I don’t live under a rock, I know what bisexuality is. I just didn’t necessarily think that word applied to me. Some of the forums were more useful than others, but none of them gave me concrete answers. 

One user replied with a link that read ‘Am I Gay? Quiz’ so I decided to click on it. Even though, obviously, an online quiz couldn’t tell me one way or the other if I was in love with Sherlock I thought the questions might at least point me in the right direction. 

The first question was difficult. Have you ever had feelings for a same-gender close friend? If I knew that I wouldn’t have been taking the quiz in the first place. The second question was easier. Have you ever kissed someone or wanted to kiss someone of the same gender? I thought about the way Sherlock pouted when he was thinking about a particularly tricky part of a case and selected ‘I haven’t done it, but I want to try it’.

The rest of the questions asked me about my dating history, my friends, and how I’d feel if somebody assumed I was gay. I fudged the last answer because it asked me about my ‘For You Page’ but didn’t give me an option to say ‘I’m too old for TikTok’ then I hit submit. Instead of giving me a result right away it asked for my phone number. I should have just closed the tab and satisfied my curiosity elsewhere rather than handing over my personal data but…I didn’t.

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An hour later I was pacing around the kitchen waiting for a pan full of water to boil for some tomato penne pasta when my phone went off. The screen lit up, my phone vibrating on the table. Sherlock glanced down at it before I had a chance to move it out of view. 

“Your test results are here,” he read aloud. “What test results?”

I tried to play it cool while I moved toward him,  grabbed my phone and shoved it in my pocket. “It’s nothing important, mate. Just a silly Buzzfeed quiz. Me and Maz wanted to know what…uh…pasta shape we were.”

“You wanted to know…what pasta shape you are?”

“Yeah. She says she’s ravioli but I personally think she’s more of a fusilli. I’m lasagne, obviously. Sturdy. Dependable. Comforting.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“You know…”

I made some vague gestures, trying to capture Mariana’s vibe through arm movements. I probably looked as ridiculous as I felt. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched into an involuntary smile. 

“I really don’t.”

“It’s…” I pushed my hair back from my face. “It’s nothing. Like I said, just a silly Buzzfeed quiz.”

Sherlock looked me up and down, examining me with those piercing blue eyes of his while drumming his long fingers on the table. “If it’s so silly why do you feel the need to lie to me about it?”

“Why do you think I’m lying?”

“Your breathing is heavier. You’re shifting your body weight from one foot to another and, perhaps most importantly, you looked at the bag of penne pasta on the side over there before you told me what the topic of the quiz was.”

I should have known that Sherlock would notice. After all, our podcast wouldn’t exist without him being remarkably observant. It hit me pretty quickly that a certain amount of honesty was the best policy. 

“I’m not lying it’s just…personal. Alright? I don’t really want to get into it just yet.”

“What kind of test result would be so personal you wouldn’t want to tell me but also so informal that you’d receive the results by text?”

“You tell me, mate.” 

“Mmm, I have some theories but nothing immediately comes to mind. I like this. The case of the mysterious test results.”

With that, Sherlock left the kitchen. I sat down on one of the dining table chairs and slumped over with a groan, holding my face in my hands. I knew that if I did decide to tell Sherlock how I felt that it would require a lot of sensitivity. This was so far from how I wanted him to find out. I thought about my options, weighing up the benefits of coming clean versus coming up with a more convincing excuse for the text.

There was one thing I knew I had to do for sure, so I pulled my phone out of my pocket and deleted the text without clicking on the link. I didn’t need the results of a mostly arbitrary and completely made up quiz to tell me how I felt about Sherlock. The way my heart pounded in my chest as I tried to calm my breathing and top my body from shaking was all the proof I needed. 

[forestwhisper3]

Remembering that time I almost wrote a Danny Phantom/Justice League crossover. It was many, many years ago (so long ago that I actually did forget exactly when I wrote it), but I only got a teeny bit done before I completely lost the motivation for it and stopped. Since I know I’m never going to continue, I thought it might be fun to show you all that tiny segment. Past me was even kind enough to make a fic summary, ahaha! So...here you go!

Summary: Alternate realities are a curious thing, though not always pleasant. In a world where a battle between Phantom and Plasmius results in the Fentons' deaths, Danny is forced into being the ward of one Vlad Masters- who has gone insane with grief and guilt. Determined to have Danny with him forever, Vlad does everything possible to hide him from the world.

That is, until a meeting with billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne throws a wrench in his plans.

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Amity Park was a peaceful looking town. Hardly any of the buildings were more than two stories tall, there were multiple parks, and there was just a quaintness to it that seemed to isolate it from the world.

That last part was exactly why he was here.

While to many people it would appear as if the man walking down the streets of was exploring with a pleased curiosity, Bruce Wayne's mind was hard at work. Months ago, the League had detected a massive surge of energy coming from the small town, and had been more than a little startled at its sudden disappearance while investigating the cause. That had immediately sent up red flags to many of them. There were very few things that could make an entire town vanish without a trace in an instant, after all, and none of them were good.

Unfortunately, the energy was different from any they had dealt with before. It made it hard to figure out what was going on and how to solve it. It was only due to a comment from Wonder Woman that they were able to get on the right track, although even then, it had been a little hard to believe.

Before then, they'd never dealt with ghosts.

Dr. Fate had been the most help, as knowledgeable as he tended to be on the strangest subjects. He had confirmed the energy as the supernatural kind, and had then gone on to identify it as a form of ectoplasm. When asked why the ghosts were focusing on that one place, and why the ghosts themselves hadn't been causing problems elsewhere, Fate had only said that the situation was unique, and that the ghosts never ventured far because they weren't allowed to.

Batman hated Dr. Fate sometimes.

Trying to glean any information from Amity itself was frustrating as well. The local newspapers would mention ghost attacks on a regular basis, but never went in depth. The only two articles that seemed to be of note were the one of its current mayor, Vlad Masters, being possessed, and the one praising a ghost boy the town called Inviso-Bill. A ghost that had, strangely enough, been blamed for the possession of the mayor and dubbed a public enemy.

He didn't fail to notice that they started calling him a hero after the incident where Amity vanished.

He might have passed off the lack of information as the fact that the people of Amity were generally familiar with what went on, if it hadn't been for what happened after. Looking into the situation had been put into the backburner when the town returned unharmed, mostly due to more pressing situations elsewhere, but it wasn't forgotten. During a lull in crime some time later, Superman decided to finally begin the investigation by travelling there as Clark Kent, who wanted to write a piece on the town for tourists looking to get away from the city.

He wasn’t even allowed to enter the city’s limits.

Other attempts by lesser known, though well trusted, reporters ended up the same. Masters claimed it was because Amity preferred its solidarity, and that tourism would make things much too chaotic. Batman didn't buy it. There was something going on, and Masters himself seemed to be covering it up. So, how did one go about gaining the trust of a paranoid rich man? By introducing another rich man into the mix.

It was times like these that he truly appreciated his wealth.

Vlad Masters wasn't a terribly rich man in comparison, but he was good at putting his money to work. That was the first cause for caution- it meant that he was intelligent. The second was that his criminal record was suspiciously clean. While Wayne Industries never delved in the illegal, Bruce Wayne was still guilty of a few traffic tickets and small time offenses. It was true that his suspicions might be unfounded, and that Masters might just be a good man, but he had learned that wasn't usually the case with the wealthy. It was better to consider him like the others until proven otherwise.

Other discrepancies had popped up in his background check, but these were the ones placed on the forefront as he knocked on the large wooden doors.

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Vlad was not happy.

The treaty he had made with the inhabitants of the Ghost Zone was being broken. He should have expected it, of course, but it did make things difficult. Apparently the knowledge of Daniel's treatment under his care was no longer enough to stay their hands and keep them from attacking the human world.

Boredom could be a quite a dangerous thing in the uncouth and uneducated.

Fortunately, those foreign reporters had stopped sniffing around months ago. He didn't know what he would do if one were present just as activity started picking up again. Should the rest of the world would know that ghosts were more than a small town's crazy paranoia, people would come- bringing unwanted attention, and if it was deemed a threat, Amity Park might actually find itself visited by superheroes.

Vlad hated superheroes.

It was a miracle he'd kept everything under the radar as long as he had, although money and connections had surely played a large part. Looking at his record, he was the epitome of a decent citizen. No one could and would suspect him. He was free to do as he wished, unless a hero were to get involved. He'd heard rumors- X-ray vision, telepathy, super strength; all sorts of abilities that put him at risk. No, it was better to keep Amity away from the rest of the world. Away from prying eyes and questions.

Away from the chance of them finding his Daniel.

Oh, he had no doubt they would be interested. Daniel was special. Unique. They would snatch him up in an instant, wanting him to join their little group and use his powers for good. Well, not if he had anything to say about it. Daniel was his, and the boy would grow to appreciate this in time. Time without distractions from the outside. Time with just the two of them.

What he failed to remember, however, was that time favored Danny.

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Danny sighed, gazing desperately out a window. It felt like ages since he'd been outside, and he was going crazy. He longed to feel the sun on his skin, the wind in his hair, and the liberating sense of freedom all of these things entailed. But he couldn't. All he could do was sit here, wondering when that now literally insane fuitloop would decide he wanted to spend some quality time together.

He grimaced just thinking about it.

Guilt, sorrow, loneliness, anger, and frustration settled in his stomach as his thoughts turned to the cause for all this once more. 

His family- gone. Caught in the crossfire of one of their battles. It had been Vlad's attack that did it, but it wouldn't have happened at all if it weren't for him.

His life- taken from him. Pulled out of school, forced to live in this house, all contact with the world cut off.

His powers- stifled. The madman had made some sort of deal with the other ghosts, ending all attacks on Amity Park.

His friends- Oh, his friends...He could still hear their screams. Taken from their families. Assumed dead. Trapped somewhere he didn't know.

Couldn't reach.

Couldn't save.

It was all his fault.

So, he did the only thing he could- he stayed. If he stayed, they didn't scream. If he stayed, he could help them, even if just a little. If he stayed, he could pretend they weren't in danger.

He needed to stop before he really did go crazy.

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