#woof this is a long one and hmm

[pupstim]

HRM I've been thinkin on it a lot on like Bad wondering what the right thing to do as a parent and I've not looked more into what other people but wanna just throw my 2 cents in. It'll be under the cut because it is a little bit heavy

Hrm this is just me thinking aloud and I might be getting jus a little bit personal but what really struck me was Bad asking what the right thing to do is. It's a moral conundrum and one I've had to scrabble with myself. What's the right action to take like with helping someone or figuring out how best to help them.. talking with my therapist though she's never said what the right thing to do is and when I asked her she said because really people are like so complex and multifaceted that the right thing to do with one person isn't the right thing to do with another. So there isn't really a right thing to do. Instead just the best thing to do and that's completely up to you.

That being said though I do think the best thing for Bad to do with Dapper is to talk to him about it. I know most of Chat wants Bad to respect Dapper's privacy but... I dunno... It just feels like all of Dapper's actions are a cry for help. Dapper knows he can talk to his dad about this but Dapper also has Bad's trust in coming to him, and Dapper is really worried about the wrong word getting out. Bad has Chat and it kind of seems like Dapper knows the Federation somehow is able to know whats going on with Bad when Bad's live. HRM This is hard for me to articulate.

I think Dapper is feeling like he HAS to keep this a secret to prevent the Federation or someone else getting this information about this potion. He's worried the info will leak out and obviously the less people know the better. Plus it sounds like in his own way he's trying to protect Bad and Pomme (and the thoughts of maybe he is being coerced by the federation) So anyway I think he's feeling like he has to keep this a secret but he doesn't want to. He wants Badboy to find out about this and ask him, He wants Bad to dig deeper and find out more and help him. To me all of Dapper's actions, at least from an RP perspective is a call for help. Which is devastating.

Just... He kept the book Bad read in the beginning for so long, adding more and more onto it and just putting off burning the book. It became he's going to burn this book after a few pages, after 10 pages, after 20 pages, after he finds a way to give it a proper farewell just... He put up these super secret documents right where Badboy is in his own room, he changed the shed so much that Bad couldn't have helped notice, he left the clipboard and blueprints where anyone could see it, he's come to talk to Badboy about this like 3 or so times I think.

And yea I know from a meta perspective most likely this is just Dapper's Admin trying to lay out some clues for Bad to investigate but purely from an RP perspective its just... This really feels like Dapper trying in some way subconsciously asking Bad for help. He feels like he has to carry this burden all on his own, he's always held as the most responsible one, the one that has a plan, the one that has the most resources and is considered a genius and one that OTHER PEOPLE always go to. He doesn't feel like he has the luxury of asking someone for help, maybe even especially because Bad is becoming unglued after the election but he's also just a lil kid. He's like 3 months old and still a kid and a baby but he HAS to do this even though he doesn't want too. Even though he desperately wants his Dad to come in and help him. Just... yea...

tl;dr I think Bad should ask Dapper about it because Dapper is asking for help in just about all ways except outright and he clearly needs it.

[yzashaven]

KURONUSHI SEX BARK WOOF MEOW

YUKII POOK POOK I HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR

‹𝟹﹒kuronushi x fem!reader

꒰ঌ ໒꒱﹒somnophilia.dub/noncon ✰ wet dreams ✰ pussy eating + fingering ✰ uh ooc nushi???

୨୧﹒did any of this make sense?? cuz i swear it does. anyway, i hope this counts as somno one way or another. and yes this is all i got rn 😭 NOT PROOFREAD ARGHHH

꒰ general﹒taglist ꒱ @yukiitaooo @scaara @kana-de @ciarchivez (does anyone wanna be added? :3)

it all started with a simple, innocent lullaby sung by kuronushi to help you fall into slumber. of course it worked, his voice is too angelic for it not to.

he always thought you looked adorable when sleeping, and to make sure you stay in such a peaceful state, he continues to hum a gentle melody as his fingers combed through your hair.

—♡

"mmh~ 'nushi—!" you cried out as his fingers fucked and scissored your cunt with obvious expertise. the juices of your arousal coated his digits, dripping down his hand. "well aren't you such a pretty little thing, hmm?" he coos at you before leaning down to softly kiss at your clit, sending a shiver up your spine as a sweet gasp was drawn from your lips.

it was no doubt that his favorite thing was to eat you out until you cried for him. your vision cloudy from the tears, mind empty with not a single thought other than the pleasure he was delivering to your body, slurring on words that made zero sense.

just the way he likes.

kuronushi likes to make you cum from his long fingers before fucking you. using the liquids of your arousal mixed with the aftermath of your pleasure as lube to easily slide into you—which was exactly what he was about to do. you were about to finally feel him inside you, when suddenly... it hit you.

"...!" you awoke from your explicit dream—but it seems like kuronushi was already making it a reality. your eyes were wide open as you look down to see your nightgown raised to your hips, his hands pulling your thighs apart to reveal your soaking wetness, and of course—his cock that was entering you slowly, having you savor each inch, one by one.

he was deep inside you, filling you to the brim perfectly as if you were made to take him. willingly succumbing to the pleasure, you don't even fight back, the feeling is just too good. you look up at him who was smirking down at your delicate, half awake figure beneath him.

"dream come true?"

[hunieday]

Yamato, Sougo, Momo 2024 Shuffle talk RabbiTV Episode 2

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Momo: Woah...! Sougo, your soap bubbles are so big!

Osaka Sougo: Yes! I’m starting to get the hang of it!

Nikaido Yamato: I’m no good at it. Sou, give me some tips.

Osaka Sougo: Um, if you blow too hard, it will pop, so try blowing steadily and for as long as possible to make it bigger!

Nikaido Yamato: Slowly and steadily... Pheewww...

Nikaido Yamato: Hey man, this is pretty tiring.

Momo: It takes a lot of lung capacity!

Momo: All right! Momo-chan’s gonna try making a really big one! Pheeewww...!

Woman passing by: <Look! These people are making soap bubbles. Looks like they’re having fun!>

Momo: <Haha, thank you! Oh! Can I ask you something please?>

Man passing by: <They’re pretty big! Nice!>

Man passing by: <Of course!>

Momo: <We’re looking for a mermaid in Melbourne. Any clue about where we can find one?>

Woman passing by: <I’m sorry, we’re also tourists so we don’t really know much about it.>

Momo: <Okay okay! Thanks anyway!>

Momo: Hmm, I thought maybe the locals would know, but it’s not easy to find clues.

Osaka Sougo: There are a lot of tourists around here. Shall we move to another place?

Nikaido Yamato: Well, let’s take it easy for a bit. We might get some hint by asking around using the soap bubbles like we just did.

Dog: Woof woof! Woof!

Girl: <Ah! Don’t go over there by yourself!>

Momo: Wow! What a big doggie! And its fur is so shiny!

Osaka Sougo: It’s running towards the soap bubbles Momo-san made.

Nikaido Yamato: Haha, it’s wagging its tail so energetically.

Dog: Woof woof! Woof woof!

Girl’s Mother: <Sorry! I think she’s curious about the soap bubbles.>

Momo: <Don’t worry! I’m glad she’s enjoying them.>

Dog: Woof!

Momo: <Ahaha! Good girl!>

Nikaido Yamato: <Are you out for a walk?>

Girl: <...Yeah.>

Osaka Sougo: <She looks happy to be taking a walk with you.>

Girl: <...>

Osaka Sougo: <Ah, did I say something wrong?>

Girl’s Mother: <I’m sorry, she’s been sulking since this morning. She was supposed to go on a walk with her dad, but he had to go to work all of the sudden ...>

Nikaido Yamato: <I see... Must be tough.>

Nikaido Yamato: <I remember the days when I felt the same way when I was little. They were pretty common.>

Girl: <You too, big brother...? I was really looking forward to it... I was really disappointed. I know Papa is working hard, but...>

Nikaido Yamato: <You’re a good kid. Just knowing that is enough.>

Girl: <Do you… think so...?>

Momo: <If you want to, would you like to join us and make some soap bubbles? We have an extra one, so I’ll give it to you!>

Girl: <...Are you sure?>

Girl’s Mother: <Thank you for being so considerate.>

Momo: <Can’t leave a girl looking so sad! We’re idols after all.>

Osaka Sougo: <I’ll show you how to make a big soap bubble.>

Girl: <Okay! Thank you!>

Girl: <Big brother, here comes the next soap bubble!>

Momo: <Okay! Let’s see who can touch the soap bubble first!>

Dog: Woof!

Girl: <Ahaha!>

Osaka Sougo: Before we knew it, we were chasing after soap bubbles.

Nikaido Yamato: Right. Well, I’m glad she’s smiling now.

Nikaido Yamato: But I’m really impressed that Momo-san’s able to run as fast as he is now. I’m out of breath just from a short run.

Girl’s Mother: <It’s time to go home. Say thank you to those nice big brothers.>

Girl: <Thank you. It was so much fun!>

Nikaido Yamato: <We had fun too. Thanks for playing with us.>

Girl’s Mother: <You must be here sightseeing, right? If there’s somewhere you want to go, I can guide you there to show my gratitude.>

Osaka Sougo: <Ah, we don’t have a specific destination, but we’re looking for a mermaid here in Melbourne.>

Girl: <A mermaid? I’ve got one with me! Look!>

Momo: <Woah! You have an adorable mermaid plushie!>

Girl: <If you want one too, you can get one at the aquarium!>

Osaka Sougo: <The aquarium... There’s one nearby, isn’t there? It’s on the exploration map too!>

Nikaido Yamato: <Is that so? Maybe there’s a mermaid living at the aquarium.>

Girl: <Yeah, there is! She’s swimming in the tank!>

Osaka Sougo, Nikaido Yamato & Momo: Whaaat!?

End of Episode 2.

[miyu-d]

Role Play [ NSFW | Angst ]

Hope you enjoy it. Please comments down your thoughts. Thank you for reading.

Warnings:- dom!reader, pet play, slapping

You and Ace were about to go to sleep in your shared bed.

"Ace..."

"Hmm?"

He stopped what he was doing and looked at you.

"What is it, my love?"

"Mmmh... I... want a dog... A puppy I mean"

"A puppy?

Are you sure you need one? We're gonna be spending a lot of time together already. A pet is just more work on our already long list, don't you think so?"

"mmh.."

"Yeah... I guess so" you pout.

He looked at you with a worried impression and let out a sigh

"So you really want a dog, huh~? Don't worry, Let's get one. Tell me what breed do you like"

"Mmm... on second thoughts, I have another idea"

He was surprised by the sudden change and got curious about what was on your mind.

"What is it, love?"

You grinned at him.

"What is it~?"

He got flustered seeing your grin. You stared at his face.

He started blushing profusely when you look at him like that

"H-Huh? What is it, love?

Is something wrong?~"

"Will... you be my dog?"

You looked at him with a serious expression.

"Wh-...Wha-..."

"Did you just say you wanted me as your dog? But-"

You put your index finger on his lips "Shh... Dogs can't talk you know."

You smirked at him.

He looked at you with a small smile on his face

"Ah, so I'm supposed to stay silent then?"

He laughed nervously.

"Alright, so we're playing this game? Then I say yes, I will be your dog, but only if it makes you happy~"

You were angry because he kept talking after your warning.

"Bad dog"

"Bad dog..?"

He looks at you with pure surprise.

"Oh, sorry sorry... "

Ace was silent for a few seconds and started mocking a bark

"Woof!"

Then he chuckled

"Do you like that way, my love?" he smiled

You were surprised when he barked like that and it made your sadistic side get wide open. You wanted to tease him more.

"I just told you not to talk, didn't I?"

You grin while you're gripping his mouth and he nodded

"Woof, woof~!?"

He looked at you and smile softly.

"Am I doing a good job, my love?~"

You wanted to keep on the play but Ace keep talking without realizing.

You sigh

"You really can't understand huh?"

You grip his mouth a little harder and slap lightly on his cheek

"dogs. can't. talk."

He finally stayed silent

but in a little moment, his face turns little red and his eyes watered. He was confuced and scared of your out of character.

He looked at you with a sad expression in his eyes

"Y/n, Can we... Stop this? Please..."

He started sobbing.

"I want to make you happy... But..."

His bottom lip started trembling.

"..."

"Love, Don't you love me anymore?~"

You released him after seeing his crying face and took a few steps back. You got shocked and you couldn't speak a word.

He wiped his tears away, trying to compose himself but he kept sobbing.

"That wasn't very nice, my love..."

He sniffed and looked up at you. Then started crying again.

Your hands started to tremble. Your eyes filled with tears. Suddenly your knees got weak and you got kneeled unconsciously. You couldn't speak a word. Or see anything clear because of the tears. You never expected him to be this sensitive.

"I-I- I'm- I'm sorry... I'm-so-sorry-I-"

He pulled you and hugged you.

"Shh, it's alright, my love. I was just so confused by your treatment..."

He let out a soft chuckle through his tears.

"You're so adorable, you know that?"

He smiled warmly at you with a chuckle

"I love you so such baby. So... Much. And I know you love me so much too"

He started stroking your hair gently, calming you down.

"There there, my love. Let's just put that aside and start with a clean start, shall we?~"

You kept crying loudly while apologizing. Ace kept stocking your hair gently as you fall asleep.

Masterlist

[jainydoe]

emmg's ao3 tag game

ok full disclosure I have not been writing on ao3 long enough to feel fully able to tackle this it will likely be quite boring but nonetheless i'm a team player

How many works do you have on ao3? I think four?

What's your total ao3 word count? A measly ~20k

What fandoms do you write for? dragon age atm but I'm thinking of branching out

Top five fics by kudos: top is definitely metastable

Do you respond to comments? I try to!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? hm. rn with battle of wormwood being just one chapter it's def that one but given it will end up having a happy ending, I guess it's delirium

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? the happiest fic is probably misdirection we're just having fun over there

Do you get hate on fics? not yet, thankfully

Do you write smut? yes? not usually though

Craziest crossover? I guess making emmrich a fucking fed is a weird crossover but it felt like the closest thing to the mournwatch available? other than that idk maybe I'll put those fools in fallout HAH

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I know of

Have you ever had a fic translated? no but that would be interesting!

Have you ever co-written a fic? nope but if anyone wants to I'm down

All time favorite ships? woof in dragon age i'm a fan of emmrich/johanna. other than that, hmm, ghoulcy? you know what, I'm a big fan of pansy parkinson and neville longbottom in harry potter too i'm clearly a sucker for a gentle academic with a particular special interest going goo-goo-eyed for a raging bitch

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? shit maybe battle of wormwood yeesh

What are your writing strengths? hm. I think my writing is a good, hard fuck. but we're not gonna cuddle after

What are your writing weaknesses? rhythm is really important to me, so I can't write with anything playing in the background it'll fuck up the melody and flow. I'm also pretty bad at planning shit. something you'll probably notice as I try and remember all the crap I've said in the chapters of misdirection I have to keep going back and reminding myself You can't do X because of Y blahblahblah. i've never written a long multi-chapter thing like it, lol, so uhhhh buckle up!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? awesome. love it. being able to convey the essence of a conversation just through the way characters are reacting and not giving the audience a cheat code is great

First fandm you ever wrote in? haaaaaaarry potter. back in the day.

Favorite fic(s) you wrote? shit, idk. maybe delirium. definitely not metastable. it's funny, that seems to be the one everyone likes best, but looking back on it i shriek in agony. I think I like delirium because it's true, I'd never written smut before that and I guess the only way I could psych myself into it was by making it a character study and fucking romanticizing hanging bodies and chronic masturbation :-) had a lot of fun with that one

you pretty much tagged everyone I'd think of, but I encourage you, if you're reading this and write on ao3 or even tumblr for that matter, please do this and tag me, I'd love to read your work whether it's for datv or not! love, jainy

[anrisimps]

Cat krs and golden retriever cjs!

Krs was annoyed. His human brought a dog inside their home. He doesn't know why. Was his company not enough? Lsh smiled tiredly as his cat hissed at him and turned around but allowed him to pet it nonetheless. Krs had been behaving like this ever since he brought in the golden retriever home. Cjs whined and tapped his paws from the corner of the room, as he watched the proceedings. He had taken a shine to roksoo the moment he laid his eyes on him. He didn't understand why krs didn't like him  as he looked as quizzically as a dog could towards lsh. 

Lsh sighed once again before pulling krs closer, mindful of his claws and brought him closer to cjs, once again waiting in trepidation. Krs stared at that stupid dog- tongue lolling out, tail wagging hyperactively as he woofed in excitement.  Both of their faces fell when krs just placed a paw on cjs's snout, used it as a foothold, and jumped away.  He won't be cajoled so easily. His owner should know better than that.  Cjs's tail drooped and he went down to lay sadly against lsh. Why would krs hate him? He just wanted to be friends..

Lsh turned his face to look at his dog, who was suddenly staring at him with so much intensity as if trying to ask if he's a good boy. Lsh chuckled and patted his fluffy head, giving him the much appreciated scratches.

"Who is a good boy? Its you! Cjs is the bestest boy!"

"Woof!"

"Who is a good boy?"

"Woof!Woof!"

"Hah.." , now only if krs was here too.

.

.

.

.

Days later he found krs and cjs cuddling. It took him a moment to process what he was seeing. He even slapped himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Miracles do happen, apparently. Then a glint of light caught his eyes. It was coming from the cuddle pile. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he stalked forward. 

"Nya-" 

"Woof!"

"Up u go roksoo-ya. What have u got there hmm?"

Krs just meowed innocently again, already buttering up his owner as he limply laid in his arms like a noodle.

"What the fuck. Are those- are those actual gold coins?!"

Krs wisely chose to remain silent. 

"Roksoo-ya.."

A beat.

Krs very minutely turned towards cjs , who flopped his head to one side, very excited to be praised.  He brought shiny things for his Roksoo! They are friends now! His owner should be proud!.

Lsh , in the face of this double attack, couldn't do anything and caved in.

' Its fine as long as they're happy'

[moggettt]

2, for any OC of your choice!

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

Hey thanks!! Hmm, interesting;; I'm going to go with Whitney for this one, because his creation was definitely influenced by existing characters/ stories!

I created Whitney (left, below) for a companion campaign to our main storyline. This companion campaign examined an adjacent storyline where npc Den Conor (right, below), isolated and desperate, falls in with dark influences on his mission for revenge against the corrupt forces that used him and hunt him relentlessly for what he knows. This was an "evil" campaign, where we were explicitly going to be exploring the darker parts of this dystopian space-age society.

I designed Whitney to be a foil for Den Conor, both aesthetically and ideologically.

Conor was once a soldier- he enlisted voluntarily as a young man, idealistic and energetic and swayed by propaganda that told him he'd be helping people. He eventually realized that he was doing anything but, and was in fact just a pawn for the megacorporate entities who dealt in intergalactic conflicts like business deals. He defected (though not soon enough to avoid suffering the immense trauma of the crimes he was forced to commit), became a free-wheeling mercenary- until his past caught up with him. Now, he's a lone-wolf vigilante, intent on taking down the elite illuminati-esque system that spreads corruption throughout the galaxy.

Whitney, meanwhile, was "born" into a bleak life of servitude at the cruel hands of the wealthy political and business elite- the use of androids as servants is illegal in this universe, but of course you can get around most laws with enough money. He eventually escaped bondage (by poisoning his corrupt master and framing another politician in the process), but he was indelibly shaped by his experiences. He knew only violent hierarchy, and vowed to acquire enough power that he could never be at the mercy of others again.

So both Conor and Whitney were simultaneously built and broken by this corrupt, capitalist, plutocratic dystopian system- but where Conor vows to destroy it, Whitney wants to own it. They end up working together briefly- until Whitney brutally betrays Conor, using him as a stepping stone to enter the very same elite organization Conor is trying to take down.

WOOF this got long, sorry- but thank you so so much for sending in an ask!!

(if anyone happens to be curious to learn more about this particular story/ characters, I have a google doc here, with art too! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Qan23N9He52j_N4lw5FiCjW_rFuPFYkP2634E1pqS34/edit?usp=sharing )

[calamitaswrath]

Cal Lucia plays Fire Emblem Path of Radiance: Chapter 11

Oh, that chapter title definitely isn't ominous

Ranulf picking a diguise that definitely won't draw attention to him. But I guess if you got cat ears and a tail, your options are kinda limited

A peaceful port town in Crimea. Considering the opening view of this chapter, it most likely won't stay that way for long

Soren's judgment of this town. . . woof. Def something that resonates

Oho, we're getting another hint of something deeper going on with Soren!

Several months at sea?! That sounds a suspicious lot like multiple boat maps. Unless we're making landfall somewhere along the way, that is. . . the map thus far has left the south-western lands suspiciously empty thus far.

Well then, let's check the base conversations:

The first one with the generic guy does make a good point: to the average citizen, it really doesn't make that much of a difference who's on the throne. The king's gonna do his kinging either way, and they don't really notice a difference. 'Course, this being a FE villain, there's probably gonna be something that's gonna make Ashnard still by far the worse choice, but for now, it is a valid argument. The racism on the other hand, not so much.

. . .You know, the design for that guy in that three star conversation really made it seem like we just ran into a bandit. But it's really just somebody gifting Ike a sword, huh?

Elincia's getting to take a look at the city. Neat little character building moment, but it really is just a little one.

Kieran continues to be one of the Most Guys Ever

Aww, Brom's a sweet guy

Hmm, Nephenee's isn't really getting into her characterization all that much yet. . . well, I hope that gets rectified later

It was that I realized that you can just save scum bonus exp level-ups, because now I'm doing that, hah. I had about 1500 bexp left, after all

Ike telling Elinica that all he really needs are his sword and his cape, and that he can sleep everywhere with his cape. There has to be fanart of that.

That's reason enough for Elincia to flirt with him? I mean, it's understandable enough, but I think he's really not receptive to this.

Ah, Daein's here. Figures they'd show up sooner or later.

God. . . how long has it been since I've seen a Fire Emblem game actually involve the general populace like that? Like, sure, in-universe it sucks cause of the racism, but it makes for some good storytelling. Develops Ike and Ranulf's chemistry, gives an actual view of the conflict that doesn't just concern itself with the nobles and war leaders. . . it's good!

And now I understand why the militia leader in that base conversation looked like a generic bandit. He's an enemy in this map. But, I already know that I get bonus exp here for sparing the militia, so that's what I'll do

Now we're really in the part where I need to pick and chose who to deploy. . . I ended up "shelving" Rhys, Ilyana, Volke and Mordecai. Shame about Rhys, since he's one of the original mercenaries, but I really want to level Mist.

A guy named Zihark on the map, hm. How to best recruit him. . . okay, looked it up. Gotta have Lethe talk with him, since Mordecai's not getting deployed. With how beast forms work, that should actually be doable.

Ohh, Nasir! That's the guy from the first pirate map!

Ah. The Black Knight's here. I already heard about him just chilling in a house during a map. . . thankfully, the game was kind enough to give me a rough idea of where he is.

The militia's not actually moving unless I get into their range, hm? That's convenient. Still leaves the issue of getting to Zihark, but it's a start.

Urrrrrgh, I just barely missed out on visiting on of the houses 'cause one of the thieves got there first. It apparently however only had Elwind, so I'm not resetting for that.

Oh shit, the boss moves.

Oh shit, the boss is an archer.

Oh shit, I left Marcia in his range.

Oh good, she survived the attack.

Oh shit, there was a sword knight left in her range.

. . .Starting again!

Okay, on my second go around on this map, I managed to send Titania to the middle house before the thief got there. Elwind's not that important, but at lesat I got it.

Jill! I was wondering of these wyvern riders just off-screen, but I guess their boss being lazy explains that. Jill's a character I heard about though. I think she has or forms a connection with Mist?

Well, that boss was pretty graceful about being killed.

. . .And there's the Black Knight. Who just so happened with in the space where I had put Lethe. Guess what I'm doing?

Rngh. Can't kill the boss, or the Black Knight will spawn. Can't recruit Zihark, or one of the milita guys will get aggro'd. Though.

. . .Some mistakes were made. Lethe has Zihark rescued, bot now she's completely boxed in by militia units. Ike is too far away from the exit point to end the map without some shenanigans. Now let's see if I can pull those off. . .

Nope, I can't. Starting again. Again.

Okay, it took a ton of maneouvering, but I managed to get Zihark out of enemy range without killing any of the milita, made sure the Black Knight spawns without anybody in his range, got the boss literally cornered. . . let's bring this home.

AND IKE GOT A LEVEL-UP IN EVERY STAT???

Finally made, it urgh. . . that was tougher than it seemed at first.

Uhh, Ranulf is taking on the Black Knight, complete with an in-engine battle? How's he getting out of that one?

Sephiran! Did not expect to see him again this soon. I already lightly spoiled myself and heared that he's someone important, but I still don't know in what capacity. But also let's be honest, it was pretty clear that he'd be someone important

That red-haired guy, Norris, is spewing some big talk for a guy that has all the look of a generic chapter boss. But, paying onto traitors as traitors deserve is a neat thing to include

Ah hey, Giffca is actually doing something! Gonna be honest, based on his luck, my first impression is that he might be an antagonist, but I'm still not sure

Huh? What are he and Ranulf talking about a watchdog?

Ah! First glance of Ashnard! And he's talking about a medallion. And here I thought that Mist's medallion isn't important.

We got a mole in our ranks. Is that Volke, or. . .?

I think the most surprising reveal about Sephiran being prime minister of Begnion is that that political position exists in Tellius at all.

And now we're on the boat. Boat map time.

[roadkillxd]

Entirely out of left field and six years too late, I wrote a ME:A smut drabble...

Kandros x Scott Ryder  ↪ 468 words — 18+ / SMUT

Content tags — cis male dominant Ryder, cis male submissive Kandros, xenophilia, hookups, mention of Scott having fucked an angaran before, dirty talk, teasing, handjobs, and fingering.

“I’ve always had a thing for turians,” Scott purrs, running light fingers over Kandros’ mandibles just to watch them twitch and shudder under the attention.

“Oh, yeah? Just any turian?” Kandros smiles, gripping Ryder’s hips, settling him a little more into his lap. 

“God, no. M’not one of those humans, trust me,” the man hums, “I have a type…”

“Care to inform me?”

“Mmm… I like big crests, and fringes. Makes ‘em look dominant… and, oh, long mandibles, the ones that hook upward in the back—it’s a shame you usually only see them in the women. Like Vetra… woof.”

Kandros chuckles, pressing (what passes as) kisses against Scotts neck, tongue dipping out ever so slightly to dampen the press of his hard lips.

Scott grasps the back of Kandros’ head, pulling him away gently to trace idle fingers over his face markings.

“And I like turians with tattoos, bright ones. I was told once, that markless turians can be… dangerous.”

“Hmm, stereotypical,” Kandros offers, “though, in most cases, very true.”

Scott chuckles, leaning down for a kiss, sucking eagerly on the turian’s pointed tongue. 

“Universally, though…” Scott murmurs, pressing his soft lips to Kandros’ mandible, against his neck (and Spirits, how can a predator's lips—entire body—be so soft?), “I like the small waists.”

Scott smiles, grabbing Kandros hips for emphasis, squeezing the plates there.

“Is that so?”

“And the voices… fuck. Your people, and the angarans, too. They drive me insane. That deep, resonating hum whenever you speak. Or fucking… Jaal. Or Evfra. Makes my cock ache.”

“Sounds like you just have a thing for military men, Ryder,” Krandos purrs, his subvocals vibrating with lust that has Scott’s spine shivering. 

“And did you know,” Scott continues, palm trailing down over Kandro’s scutes, down to his crotch to tease at his pubic plates, fingers between his slick slit, “the Angarans have a, uh, similar form of protection down here?”

Kandros gasps, subvocals twinging as he throws his head back and groans, feeling his cock slowly slipping free as Ryder’s fingers tease.

“They’re a lot softer, without the chitin, like a human woman… but, oh, Kandros,” Scott moans, and the tone makes the turian’s cock pulse, the tip peeking out from his slit, “their slits feel just as good as a turian’s to fuck. Tight and slick, their pretty cocks just as blue, pulsing with that fucking—bioeletric field…”

Kandros’ cock is fully exposed now, Scott stroking the slick member.

“But you know why I’ll always love turians the most?” Scott asks, his fingers trailing down Kandros’ shaft, “the Angaran are so… open. But turians… with all that self control. That discipline. I just love to watch them break.”

Ryder punctuates the statement by slipping two fingers into Kandros’ slit, massaging the sticky walls and making the turian cry out, subvocals oscillating wildly.

[insert-witty-user-name-here]

10 Opening Lines

Tagged by the lovely @dewdropreader and @lgwilt, thank you both. Rule: Share ten opening lines to your most recent fics and see if you notice any trends.

1. Forging of Empires

Sweat trickled down the base of Ravonna’s neck as she monitored the desert temple below her.

2. We Last Forever

It was done.

3. To Stay

Loki doesn’t let go of Mobius’ hand the entire walk to the locker room.

4. We’ll Fix It Together

Mobius M Mobius had learned long ago to expect the unexpected with Loki.

5. Hope Is Hard

It’s a trap, Sylvie thought to herself as she traversed the TVA’s haunted halls.

6. And They Lived Happily Ever After

Frank checked over the materials stacked in the back of their truck once again.

7. Comma Prince

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t King Radovid.”

8. We Could Have Been

“Tell me you said no.”

9. Someone Good

Mobius felt the cold bite of winter before he fully stepped through the timedoor.

10. Happy Memories

They really needed to clean the hall closet.

As for trends, hmm I’m not sure. I do love starting in the middle of scenes. And I’m excited to see I’ve written from so many different points of view in the last year.

Also shoutout to ‘To Stay,’ my one fic in present tense. WOOF. Writing in present tense is hard. Idk how people do it. Props to y’all.

Thanks again for the tag, Lgwilt and Dewdrop- I loved reading yours (and again can’t recommend them as authors enough). This was fun!

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucia part 18)

Silvia: *grunts, spitting out blood from her mouth but is still laughing* How delicious! I have never felt a power like yours, girl.

Allora: *blood caked over her blue eye, half closed, one arm looking like it'd been nearly sliced off with incisors too long to be real, protectively on all fours above Lucien while she stealth heals his wounds* Laugh it up, fuzzball.

Lucien: *gasping in agony as a shard of glass had been embedded into his side and removed so Allora could heal it, grimacing at the nerves being wrecked around far too much to be comfortable*

Allora: *taps on the floor in morse code as she talks: Can you stand?* What are you? Never met anyone like you either.

Lucien: *shakily taps: not yet.* A ho-horrendous monstrosity- *cough*

Silvia: Ahh, Lucien! You always were so much keener than your pathetic parents. But I'm afraid it's not quite correct.

Allora: A hag then?

Silvia: Keen eye, keen eye! I saw my sister's charm on you. Wouldn't have kept me at bay, mind you, but very cute trinket! What gave me away~?

Allora: You were attempting to steal Lucia, weren't you?

Silvia: Hmm, not at the time! But if things had gone along as they should have, I would have. *snickers before cutting it off with a growl and snap of her teeth* The child was too bright, however. I'll blame that on you.

Allora: *smirks* Stranger danger is a very important lesson to learn, “Auntie.” Even for so-called family.

Silvia: Oh, but you'll find I'm far happier where I am now! Why take a child when I can just take you, my dear?

Allora: *snorts, feeling Lucien tap that he was ready* Yeah, good fuckin’ luck with that. *lunges forward, claws extended and jaw snapping onto Silvia's throat, snarling and exploding in fire*

Silvia: *screeches, being consumed in the flames that trailed from Allora's body onto her own, ripping Allora away from her and digging her own extended claws into her side, clinking off the scales but managing to drag them across her bicep as the woman pulled back* You wretch!

Lucien: *on his feet the second Allora was off, conjuring Puppy to attack Silvia, blasting her with an amplified Sparks spell the second Puppy went down* Take that!

Silvia: *snarls, body shuddering as she pulls back against a wall, dodging a punch from Allora and watching her destroy half of the stone* You'll have to do better than that! *casts Life Drain on Allora, hoping to slow her down*

Allora: *grunts, bearing through the pain as she rips her claws through Silvia's chest, bloody fangs bared in a ferocious snarl* Yol Tor SHUL! *lets out a fire breath that ravages Silvia's body, leaping back to Lucien the second it was finished and the hag crumpled*

Silvia: *breathing haggard, bleeding profusely, scowling at the both of them for the first time* You both… are more trouble than you're worth…

Allora: *sneering* Then drop dead all ready.

Lucien: *panting heavily* You'd… certainly do us a favour. Woof… been a minute… since we've done combat…

Silvia: *grunts, holding the wound on her chest, sighing and tilting her head back* I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear pets. Seems I must be off now. I'll come back later… and I'll be far more prepared next time.

Silvia draws her blood covered hand from her chest and trails a finger in the air, the ichor floating in air where her finger leaves, tracing a circle pattern with various curls growing inside the circle.

Before the two can do anything, the blood glows brightly, and Silvia is shunted away, making Allora snap her fangs and snarl.

Allora: Bitch.

Lucien: *falls to his knees, exhausted, still in a good amount of pain* Oh gods that was awful.

Allora: *crouches down and places her hand on his shoulder* You all right honey?

Lucien: I suppose… this is better… than fighting with my parents…

Allora: *chuckles, patting his back softly* Yeah. I'll take combat over social shit any day. Come on, let's get out of here.

[serenatheseraph]

lucifer goes to walmart (not ducking mcdonalds)

i was looking at my old edits and like so i saw this

lucifer in walmart lets go. (this is in the devildom on lockdown series)

and then i also took a moment to question younger me. *sigh*

Lucifer: Why does absolutely no store here in the Devildom sell food...

(Earlier)

Beelzebub: I'm so fucking hungry.

Beelzebub: *Looks at Mammon*

Mammon: I miss shopping fuck covid--

Mammon: *Looks at Beelzebub*

Beelzebub:

Mammon:

(Back to present)

Lucifer: Oh well...I wonder if the human world has anything.

(So Lucifer decided to go to Walmart. No idea why but...it's walmart.)

Lucifer: Hm. It's pretty packed here—

Solomon: Indeed.

Lucifer: What on- why are you here, Solomon?

Solomon: Purgatory hall needs more detergant. We also need a carpet cleaner, so I'm getting a rugdoctor.

Lucifer: *envisioning Raphael struggling with measuring detergant out*

Lucifer: I wonder why.

Solomon: Are you here because of the food crisis?

Lucifer: ...Yes. I also forgot to get toilet paper back in the Devildom

Solomon: Oh...did you? Well-Actually you will figure it out yourself. Have fun Lucifer.

Lucifer:

Lucifer: Okay...

(Lucifer found himself in the produce aisle but forgot the #1 rule shopping in walmart)

Lucifer: Is that...mold? On...the fruit?

Random Lady: Yeah. Don't you know the #1 rule?

Lucifer: No. What's that?

Random Lady: Don't buy Walmart produce.

Lucifer: *Dropping the apple he was gonna sample* Noted.

(Now Lucifer was in that chaotic section where the baby clothes and cleaning products is)

Lucifer: Hmm...I should buy Luke some clothes. *Picks up a shirt that says "Im 100% woof"* I hope Simeon appreciates this. Dealing with children is tiresome.

(Just as Lucifer reached out to pick up another one of those stupid baby clothes with dumbass quotes he felt something cold)

Lucifer: WHAT THE FUCK-

Beelzebub: Can you get these corn dogs. *Holding a huge ass box of those foster farm corndogs*

Lucifer: What? No. How'd you find me?

Beelzebub: MC installed this... "Find my dog" app...? I guess they forgot to uninstall it from my D.D.D.

Lucifer: WHAAAAAT?!!?!

Mammon: Hey hey, Lucifer this old dude on this medicine looks exactly like you!

Lucifer: *Snatches medicine box* What the-this is a medicine for elderly people having episodes...?!?!

Mammon: Ya kinda need it if you had a mirror to look at yourself with!

Lucifer: Why you...

Beelzebub: Okay okay I'll put the corn dogs and medicine away as long as we get those little peanut butter and jelly pies MC gave me last year.

Lucifer: Fine. We just need toilet paper and then we're out of here.

Mammon: Aight! Then we can go to that Versace store I saw!

Lucifer: No. We are not buying you anything that expensive. You can ask for one thing under ten dollars here in Walmart.

Lucifer:

Lucifer: How about you and Luke match—

Mammon: NO WAY! I want some studs.

Lucifer: You don't even have a piercing.

Mammon: I'll get one in the Devildom.

Lucifer:

Lucifer: I'm not helping you if you end up cursed.

Mammon: Yeah yeah.

Karen: Uhm excuse me sir (Mammon) you don't have a mask on.

Beelzebub: You don't have one on either.

Karen: That doesn't matter because I own this walmart.

Lucifer: Since when.

Karen: Since now.

Lucifer: ...Beelzebub did you see where the toilet paper is?

Karen: EXCUSE ME I'M TALKING TO YOU!

Mammon: Shudduuuppp it's not like an employee came up and said: put a mask on.

Beelzebub: You should probably put one on anyways, you got covid those few months ago remember?

Karen: COVID?! *sprays lysol in the air* Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Face.

Beelzebub: You could literally just walk away, lady...

Employee: Hey sir put a mask on please.

(Anyways their at the aisle for toilet paper)

Mammon: Why the fuck do people need to shit so much they buy all the goddamn toilet paper?!

Beelzebub: Because they get corn dogs while I don't

Lucifer: There has to be some toilet paper somewhere...

Mammon: Lucifer they don't even got paper towels lets just get some from the Devildom!

Lucifer: No. We are getting Charmin.

Mammon: Cause it's soft on your butt and Diavolo says-

Lucifer: Q u i e t.

Mammon: *was magically shut the fuck up* MMM MM!

Lucifer: Beel go look for toilet paper.

Beelzebub: Okay Lucifer.

Lucifer: Mammon you'll be--What are you doing.

(Mammon literally just wearing the mask the employee gave him over his eyes and mouth.)

Mammon: You know you could get sick through your eyes too.

Lucifer: You could have just asked for a face visor.

Mammon: Those exist?

Lucifer: Anyways. climb up onto that top shelf and look.

Mammon: They have angel soft.

Lucifer: It's not the same as charmin.

Random kid: Hey mr with red eyes.

Lucifer: Yes?

Random kid: I think theres a charmin on top of the bike display area.

Lucifer: WHAT?! *He looks to his left and sees the little kids bike display thing have one pack of charmin on top of there because this is florida walmart*

(Lucifer immediately rushed over to the bike stand display thing and as he entered into the isle so did a familiar face)

Thirteen: Oh, why hey there Lucifer, fancy seeing you here in Florida!

Lucifer: Mhm...yes. Are you after what I think you are?

Thirteen: *looks up at the charmin toilet paper then back at Lucifer* Wouldn't you like to know.

Lucifer: Why do I have this feeling you put it up there.

Thirteen: For some lucky soul to try and burn the extra fat off them but hey this should be a breeze for you!

(Mephistopheles soon came slowly staggering to the isle, out of breath)

Mephistopheles: Th...Stop...no more--traps! *he clutches his chest as he widens at the toilet paper on top of the bike thing*

Mephistopheles: ARE YOU INSANE?! ALL THIS FOR TOILET PAPER!

Lucifer: M-Mephisto...WHY DO YOU WANT CHARMIN!

Thirteen: Gentlemen gentlemen...calm down. Seeing that you are equally matched-

Both: WE ARE NOT EQUALLY MATCHED!

Thirteen: How about you fight for it?

Mephistophles: I will delightfully beat Lucifer's angelic ass!

Lucifer: That's so fucking corny.

Mephistopheles: Your so fucking annoying.

Thirteen: There are children watching you two.

(some colony of children are there cause this is florida)

Mephistopheles: I mean. He's...irritating.

Lucifer: I don't take anything back.

Kid 1: Fucking.

Kid 2: Irritating.

Lucifer: Now I do.

Thirteen: Anyways, we will do a series of events to see whos worthy of the charmin!

Lucifer: Is that really necessa-

Mephistopheles: Too late to back out now Lucifer, unless your saying Diavolo isn't good enough hm?

Lucifer: When did this turn into that sort of issue again?

Mephistopheles: ITS ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT DIAVOLO, ANGEL!

(Meanwhile in the Devildom)

[Diavolo and Barbatos are at his private beach sunbathing when Dia sits up on his beach chair.]

Diavolo: Why do I have this feeling something exciting is happening without me there to spectate...!

Barbatos: I'm not sure, m'lord. Would you like it if we went to check up on Lucifer's trip to the human world?

Diavolo: And I thought all that popcorn I had bought those few days ago was going to go to waste just monitoring the demon brothers on our "Doom" meetings.

Barbatos: *Opens portal* Let us leave at once, m'lord

**And thats how they died/j there will be a part 2 soon or something ig

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Right, so this is shaping into another au of au story. woof. but also, i love tomby and Montana and peter so this is great. the only thing that would be better is if quentin were tossed in. but I'm holding by for my own sake. lol.

building off of the post Devil Doesnt Bargain. ]

tag: Cracking Windows au

Peter ended up passing out not too long after Tombstone started patching Montana up. The businessman moves both into the spare bedroom he has, along with a lot of medical supplies. It would probably distress Peter to wake up with his uncle and that would be counter to what he currently wants. He notes that Peter's tooth has stopped dripping, but puts ice on Peter's face anyways. He gently sets both down and goes to grab food and cancel all his upcoming appointments and clear his schedule. Rain still taps on the window. He takes a moment to stand in the kitchen.

Anger coils through his frame. How long had Montana known Spider-Man was a child? How long had he known it was Peter? Why would Montana allow Peter to keep going out, so reckless and defiant against the odds. Tombstone has to be careful not to crack or break anything with his hands. Did Montana play a role in Peter saying no to his deal or did the child ever mention that to him?

As a subordinate, Montana had always been reliable. Never asking too many questions, unless they were pertinent to getting the job down correctly. The Brice family was well known in the underground and the thought of having one of them in his employ had appealed to Tombstone even early on. And the man had done very good work. But the line in the sand seemed to be around Peter. Montana had not even given the slightest hint that he had any ties to the hero.

How many people knew about this? Surely the other Enforcers. But did it go further? Beck? Mason? Dozens of questions swirl as he drops off food in the room and checks it for escapes.

 The windows are more durable than those in his office and not even tossing furniture would break them. The door is heavier and more solidly built than standard. That is true for most things in his apartment to prevent damage when he is weary and his control slips. But he makes sure to remove any potential weapons from the two. Peter is fairly easy with just the devices from his wrists that appear to be built to shoot webs. Montana is a little harder. The man has quite a few hidden weapons beyond the suit. Tombstone stores them elsewhere in his home and locks the spare room from the outside.

--

Peter wakes up in a place that overwhelms him with the smell of not home. Okay. Not the best explanation. It smells like cold, rain, metal, and faintly of mint around the edges. And not of earth like Montana’s or of May’s faintly sweet perfume. He shivers and cracks open his eyes. He immediately feels the urge to get up in the air. He often felt that way in Montana's home and had a hammock to do so in. But this is a foreign bedroom. He is suddenly hit with memories and panics. Where is Montana? 

Right beside him, as it turns out. He sighs in relief and reaches out a hand to touch Montana. The man is breathing steadily. But still injured. Escape is not an option yet. The itch to get up in the air presses harder at him, but he hates the idea of leaving his uncle down here. He would just have to make a big web. Though, a quick glance at his wrists reveals no web-shooters. Hmm. This would be a lot more natural webbing than normal. But he wants to be up. He slips out and crawls up to a corner and starts spinning and securing. He drags up pillows and blankets to weave in and finds it to be a very calming activity. He then hauls Montana up and sighs in relief as the itch to get up high fades. He curls beside Montana, cold. The room is so cold. He tugs on the blankets and presses against his uncle and slips off to sleep, feeling a bit secure. His wrists ache just a little, but he can ignore it.

-- 

Tombstone is concerned when he reenters the room to find the bed empty of both of the previous occupants. He can admit to his heartbeat spiking slightly as he looks around the room. But then he spots the large web in the upper corner of a wall. Peter peaks out over the edge of the web-nest and blinks slowly at him. Tombstone sits down on the bed and looks up at the child. He can vaguely see Montana up there too. How best to get Peter to speak? The child seemed rather dedicated to his uncle. Enough to drag him up into a protective web.

“Is Montana alright?”

Peter blinks and shifts a little, fingers pressing against some of the web strands.

“He… He hasn't woken up. But he’s breathing fine and his heart’s good.”

Peter sounds worried. 

“Any injuries that I missed? I have more medical supplies here.”

Tombstone wants to keep Peter talking. Peter glances back at Montana and then back at Tombstone with a slightly confused look. 

“He’s… No.”

“Montana mentioned something about a machine made by Ock?”

There is a flash of rage in Peter’s eyes. 

“Yeah. It was bad.”

The kid takes a breath and then resettles in the web and watches Tombstone. Time for another topic.

“Is there anything I can bring you for your… web?”

Peter hesitates, shivers a little, and asks in a very small voice.

“Blankets? It’s cold.”

Peter sounds unsure of his own request. Tombstone is happy to provide something so easy. 

“I can do that. Would you like me to move the bookshelf to be under it?”

Tombstone worries about the structural integrity. Peter looks at him with confusion and a little bit of concern. There are still the edges of fear but far less than when Peter was last awake. 

“I… I…”

“Just in case the blankets add too much weight.”

“Oh, okay.”

Peter sounds very unsure, fingers twisting and pressing at the web strands to twist them into each other. They are quick little movements that display nerves that tremor in Peter’s voice. Tombstone nods and quickly sets about moving the mostly empty shelf. He can feel Peter’s eyes watching him closely, so he makes sure not to make any movements towards the web aside from moving the shelf. He does not want the kid to think that he is trying to grab him.

[kingbluetheamze1]

TC!Fellswap chapter 1 part 4

Papyrus: Nyeh hahahahahahaha

Annoying Dog: Woof

Papyrus: You annoying dog 💢

Annoying Dog: * Gets kicked by Papyrus *

Papyrus: Nyeh got my phone

Gaster: Hmm 🧐 well you got your phone back....so how is the Human?

Papyrus: Nyeh still in the Ruins, and what about the other?

Gaster: I mean define ok

Papyrus: Is the other Ok?

Gaster: I mean it won't let me leave sense it is afraid of the amalgamates, but they are friendly just.... 😐 Deformed creatures

Papyrus: You left a 12 year old alone with Monsters who as well kind of want it dead?

Gaster: 😐 it's safe I promise............ 👍

Papyrus: NYeh.........-_-

Gaster: Ha.....

Papyrus: Left me just get up-

Gaster: Am going back anyways...plus Undyen-

Papyrus: HEELL NO, WE MUST GO THERE NOW

Gaster: Undyne is friendly

Papyrus: Undyne almost killed a human in under 50 seconds

Gaster: I mean taste of subjective

Papyrus:.............Go back now

Gaster: But what are we going to do about the Human?

Papyrus: I will deal with it GO NOW

Gaster: Bye

Papyrus: Nyeh Sans hasn't been here for a long time-

Sans: AM BACK

Papyrus: Dramatic entrance

Sans: I am back, from my epic experiences with Toriel 💕

Papyrus: Nyeh... 😅

Sans: I was about 15 meters close to her today 💕

Papyrus:....

Sans: She smelled lovely

Papyrus: She smells like pie.... 😑

Sans: She SMELLS LOVELY

Papyrus: Agree to disagree

Sans:....She said hi to me :)

Papyrus: I'd you stop talking about Toriel I will tell you about a new Human

Sans: What

Papyrus: Joke 🤣

Sans:...........

Sans: You like apples?

Papyrus: Always the first one was good

Sans: Here....* Gives Papyrus a apple *

Papyrus: * Eats it in seconds *

Sans: Welp am gonna go

Papyrus: Why you always leave so fast

Sans:......

Papyrus: Welp bring me some Oatmeal popsicles

Sans:........O

Papyrus: Yummy popsicles 🤤

Sans: Fine.....

Papyrus: Bye....

Sans: * Shuts the door *

Papyrus: Nyeh..........welp I'm gonna check on the Human

* Teleports to the True lab *

Papyrus: Nyeh......you ok-

* Slaps Him *

Gaster: It's been missing you

Frisk:.... 😡

Papyrus: Nyeh......

Gaster: Welp the amalgamates are ok

Papyrus: None of them hurt-

Frisk: No

Papyrus: I hate it when you get sassy

Gaster: Welp the Human is still in the Ruins but...I can't tell where....

Papyrus: I don't think it matters

Gaster: It's literally the last one

Papyrus: Has the Queen found out yet

Gaster: Not about Chara; Not about the hideout; and not about our secret

Gaster: But...the last one yes

Frisk: I don't know

Gaster: Hmm 🧐 you ok?

Frisk: Yes

Gaster: Welp....all you have been eating is Magic food except for those apples

Papyrus: Nyeh apples are great

Chara: The magic food tastes weird

Papyrus: Apples are tasty

Frisk: Yeah

Gaster: Welp Monster and Human food are very....different

Papyrus: Nyeh.......I talked to Asgore........he said he has found the Human....but has left it

Gaster:.....

Papyrus: He said that the Temmie would protect it

Frisk: Temmie..... 😨

Papyrus: I know.....

Gaster: I don't think that Temmie has killed anyone....so umm.....I think it's ok....

Frisk: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Temmie the TEM!!!!!!!: He he he, how u doin Papyrus?

Papyrus: None of your business

Temmie the TEm: I said how you are doing

Papyrus: None of your business

Frisk: Go away please

Temmie the Tem?: A Huumen soul 😋

Frisk:....Go away 😭

Papyrus: What do you want?

Temmie the Tem: What's the matter?

Papyrus: Nyeh...and you know what am capable of

Temmie the teM: he he he....am serious

Temmie the tem: Give me your SOUL

Temmie the tem: I am not playing around

Papyrus: I am not going to feel any remorse if you don't want to die

Papyrus: But if you don't leave now

Papyrus: I will make you feel like your burning in true agony

Temmie the tem: Fine...............boring =(

Temmie the tEm: Would you like a hug before I go?

Frisk:....Sure

* Hugs Temmie *

Temmie the tem: :)

-1

Frisk: Ow...

Temmie the tem: What's the matter? Am I hugging to hard?

-1

Frisk: OW

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Frisk: * Falls to the ground *

Temmie the Tem: Bye bye!!!!

Temmie the tem: I will have your soul next time

Papyrus: The Temmie is gone

Gaster: Wow.......

Papyrus: You ok Pal?

Frisk: * On the ground cold *

Papyrus: * Uses a heal on Frisk *

Frisk: Am alive :)

Papyrus: 👍

Papyrus: I don't understand why that cattie cat is causing so much trouble

Frisk: :(

Gaster: Well let's see or try to see where the Human is at now

[just-some-random-blogger]

“Oh?” His hot breath on your dripping core made you instinctively buck your hips towards his wondrous mouth. His hands curled around your hips and forced you back down into the bed. “Talk to me, cariño. Hmm? What do you want?

“Are you even listening to me?”

Obviously not 🙄

He ran this thumb over your bottom lips, pushing your mouth apart. “Just like that,” Miguel praised you as he slipped his cock inside your mouth.

😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋✌️

“No,” he quickly answered.

You bunched up his suit, and quickened your pace. Your wall fluttered around nothing, begging to be filled. You needed him, but you wouldn’t say that.

Me asf needy and loud but wont say shit

He instantly turned his head, burying his face into your neck. His hot breath on your already flushed skin made you shiver. His lips teasingly brushed over your neck then began to place sloppy kisses up and down. Both of his hands now forcibly grabbed your hips as you continued to rock back and forth. He yanked you harshly forward, setting a new brutal pace.

BITE ME 🦹🦹🦹🦹🦹🦹🦹🦹🦹

He smirked to himself, “Good.”

“Your suit. Take it off.” He repeated a little more sternly in your ear. His lips skimmed over your neck again. “Or I could rip it off -“

You needed this desperately. But, he possibly needed this more. He simply didn’t realize it until you were in his grasp again.

Bottoming out, he slowly rolled his hips, sending a small wave of pleasure through you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you sighed in delight. His fang now protruded, grazing over your neck. You lolled your head to the side. He smirked. He licked up your neck, and nibbled on your ear. “You are going to pay dearly for what you did.”

DO IT THEN I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU GRRR BAKRB BAKR BARK WOOF WOOF GRRRRR RARARARARRA

His hand fell from your mouth, your pouty lips, and rested on your hip again. His fingers dug into you: a final warning to stay perfectly still.

🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨

Minutes crawled by. Maybe an hour? Maybe it was only seconds? You clung to his body fiercely like it was the only life preserver left in this sea of torment. Sweat broke out across your forehead. You buried your face into his shoulder, panting. The clicks, and beeps, of the screens couldn’t drown out your desperate noises. The hums, the whines, the moans, you were becoming so vocal. Any slight movement - whether intentional or not - sent jolts of pleasure through you.

“So, can you behave for me?” He asked, clearly amused by all of this.

NO YOU RAT ASS LOSER BOY BAD BREATH SMELLY GOBLIN NOODLE ARMED SEWER GREMLIN

Also

YES PLEASE YES YES YES PLEASE

Even if you tried to move, Miguel’s grip was ironclad. One twitch and you were met with a tsk of disappointment followed by a snarky remark along the lines of ‘the more you move, the more I work’ or ‘relax, patience is often the best reward’.

And if you had any comment at all, he silenced it before you could utter a single letter by giving you just a minor taste of relief. He would buck or roll his hips, or grind you down further on him.

[VIOLENT BARKING] I HATE HIM

By the end, however long it was, you were a complete mess and slumped heavily into him. Most of your fight had worn out.

😔✊ stay strong fam. #prayingforyou

After so long, he pounded into you. Mercilessly. You arched your back, and wrapped your legs around his waist. You had driven him insane since your little stunt, he had his fun, and now he was going to take everything you gave him. He would have you crying, and whining on his cock. He would have you begging nonstop. He would have you cumming again and again if he so pleased.

(THIS MEME MADE ME LOL SO BAD)

His cock kissed new places you didn’t think was possible. You nearly went limp in his grasp, like a rag doll. It was all so delicious, all so wonderful, and oh so sinful. The wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out, the slapping of his hips against you, his soft moans and hisses of pleasure, it all added to this building sensation - the impending euphoric crash.

You truly knew how to push him. God, he did love it. No, actually he just loved you.

👹💗,👹💗👹💗👹💗👹💗👹💗👹💗👹💗👹💗

All Work, No Play

Summary: After another mission, you returned back to Miguel. Yet, he paid little mind to you, focused solely on his work. Soon, your mind wandered to all your times together and you quickly craved him. Miguel, however, being stubborn and busy as per usual would not budge. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Word Count: ~3.9k

Reader: Afab (no fem pronouns used/ reader described as beautiful)

Warnings: SMUT (thigh riding, oral (fem!receiving and male!receiving), cockwarming, dirty talk, edging, riding, unprotected sex, mainly dom!Miguel, creampie, begging, a little biting and blood), some fluff also sprinkled throughout, established relationship

Based of my post here

MINOR DNI/18+ ONLY

Another anomaly.

Another mission.

Another universe saved.

You should be thrilled, or at least pleased with the work you have accomplished. Yet, all you wished was to go back to Spider HQ and collapse.

Or more specifically, you wanted to collapse into someone’s arms.

Opening a portal, you stepped through with the tied up anomaly in tow. You almost relaxed hearing the cacophony of chatter from all the other spider people. It was strangely homely, if not comforting to see others similar to yourself. A few approached - the ones you called to tell of the anomaly you were bringing back - and swept up the anomaly to be sent back to their own universe. You thanked them and headed straight to the one person who ran this entire operation: Miguel O’Hara. His office was up ahead, and a place few willingly entered without explicit permission.

Walking down the hall and passing all the machines and discarded work, you glanced up to see the high platform in the air with a dozen or so monitors. You don’t announce yourself. You fired a web, swinging up. Your feet landed quietly, stealthy, onto the platform. But, you knew he sensed your presence. The man leaned forward in his chair, tapping away at the holographic monitors. News feeds, reports, surveillances of other universes, cases of anomalies, all of it zipped by.

“Good job today,” he muttered, still distracted by what was in front of him.

Pulling off your mask, you walked forward and leaned your hip against the edge of the massive desk. “Yeah, well after fighting so many Green Goblin variants you start to understand their patterns a bit.”

His dark crimson eyes peered over at you. He hummed, and nodded once. He glanced back to the screens, obviously more interested with his work than this basic conversation.

It stung, just a little. You quickly pushed down those bitter feelings, this was truly nothing new. However, this gave you an opportunity to drink him in. And most of all, to let your thoughts wander for a brief moment.

“Miguel,” you moaned, tugging on his dark locks.

He chuckled, lifting his head from in between your legs. His mouth coated in your juices. He rested his cheek on your bruised thighs, smirking up at you with such mischief and adoration in his glowing crimson eyes.

“Yes?” He murmured, and pressed endearing butterfly kisses on your thigh.

You groaned at his antics. You yanked on his hair, directing him towards where you needed him most. He laughed again.

“Oh?” His hot breath on your dripping core made you instinctively buck your hips towards his wondrous mouth. His hands curled around your hips and forced you back down into the bed. “Talk to me, cariño. Hmm? What do you want?

“Are you even listening to me?”

You snapped out of your thoughts. Blinking, you hummed confused, “What?”

Miguel sighed, heavily, “Never mind, we can discuss it later.”

He shook his head, and returned to his work. You, however, stood staring. Almost hungrily. When was the last time anyway? A month? Longer? You both have been so busy lately. You peered down at the hallway and entrance of the office. No one was coming, and no one could truly sneak up the two of you if -

“Is there something else you need?”

Your eyes snapped back over to him. He didn’t look at you, but his question lingered in the air.

There was.

There was indeed.

“Miguel,” you began, stepping towards him.

Internally, he groaned. He knew that tone. And now was certainly not the time.

“No,” he quickly answered.

“Come on, Miguel,” you complained. You wanted to collapse into someone’s arms, and why not make it more fun while you were at it. Why not find a wonderful way to distress? “A quickie before anyone notices.”

“Later,” he muttered, still typing away at screens and reviewing reports.

Later?

You huffed, crossing your arms. Your lips thinned, very obviously annoyed. Later, it was his new favorite word. But, you wouldn’t take ‘no’ or ‘later’ this time. No more excuses. And luckily, you didn’t have to dwell long before an idea struck. One to satisfy yourself, and to get underneath his skin.

Just as he has with you.

A win win.

In a flurry of movements, you quickly straddled his lap, completely unbothered by his minor protests. His chair rolled back as he glared up at you. He was ready to argue, ready to throw you off. But, your next words intrigued him enough to pause momentarily. You leaned in closely, and whispered sultry, “If you won’t, then I will.”

You positioned yourself over one of his massive thighs. He knew exactly what you were doing now. And oh, he would not cave so easily.

Or so he told himself.

Your hands rested on his shoulder. You blocked out the screens and forced him to look at you, forced him to acknowledge you and your needs after so long. You rolled your hips, and purposefully let out an outrageously pornographic moan. His hands balled up into fists at his sides.

Two could play at this game, he thought.

His jaw clenched. He would work, and work he did. He would not let you win. But, god he was starting to crave you. His thoughts were now being dragged through a lustful haze.

He ran this thumb over your bottom lips, pushing your mouth apart. “Just like that,” Miguel praised you as he slipped his cock inside your mouth.

He sighed deeply, dropping his shoulders.

On your knees, you slowly bobbed your head. Your hands wrapped around his thighs to steady yourself. One of his hands rested on top of your head, guiding you. It was a soft, easy pace.

A slow build up.

You glanced up at him. His head was tipped back, looking up at the ceiling. His mouth was agape as soft moans tumbled out. Sweat beaded across his forehead. A few of his dark curls clung to his sculpted face. Sensing your gaze, his head dropped forward as he smiled lovingly down at you. His hand moved from the top of your head to your cheek.

You, on the other hand, shared a darker look, a more devious one. Before Miguel could ask, you moaned loudly, sending waves of pleasant vibrations and instantly picking up your pace. He hissed out. Almost doubling over, he braced his forearm onto the nearby wall.

“Ah,” he groaned as a string of curses spilled out of his lips in Spanish.

You smiled to yourself, taking such pride in rendering Earth 2099’s Spiderman into a babbling mess.

“Oh my god, just like that,” he moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”

You grinded down, and moaned unabashedly.

A vein nearly popped in Miguel’s forehead.

You bunched up his suit, and quickened your pace. Your wall fluttered around nothing, begging to be filled. You needed him, but you wouldn’t say that.

Both of you were a bit too egotistical at times. This being one of them.

His teeth grinded together as he listened to you, to your growing heavy panting. He relented somewhat. One of his hands rested your hip - his talons poked at you - as he very gently followed your movements. Your forehead rested onto his shoulder as you whined desperately and so closely to his ear. All to just tease him further.

God, how could he focus? How could he work now?

Your soft moans and cries, your panting, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your obvious attempt to finish as you sped up but can’t quite reach it, it all riled him up. It all went straight through him. The bulge in his suit became more and more apparent with every agonizing second.

Fine, he thought.

He clenched his thigh.

You immediately gasped, “Miguel.”

You had finally won.

He finally caved.

He instantly turned his head, burying his face into your neck. His hot breath on your already flushed skin made you shiver. His lips teasingly brushed over your neck then began to place sloppy kisses up and down. Both of his hands now forcibly grabbed your hips as you continued to rock back and forth. He yanked you harshly forward, setting a new brutal pace.

“I know, I know,” he whispered. “Let me help.”

“Now?” You breathed out. It was a jab at him, even though you were unbelievably grateful right now. He grinded you down on his thigh, and you squirmed. “Now, you want to help?”

“Would you like me to stop?”

“God, no.”

He smirked to himself, “Good.”

Yes, you had finally enticed him. You had also awakened something else in him - that familiar sinister fiend.

“Take it off,” he whispered.

“What?” You barely registered his words. All your focus was on the overwhelming relief you were now feeling as well as the knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You hissed. His talons started to bury further and further into your hips and thighs. Such pain brought such sweet, undeniable pleasure.

“Your suit. Take it off.” He repeated a little more sternly in your ear. His lips skimmed over your neck again. “Or I could rip it off -“

“Don’t you dare,” you huffed. This was your only spare left.

“Then take it off.”

His grip loosened.

Fine.

Unzipping the suit, you quickly stood up, shucking off everything, and leaving nothing behind. Miguel, however, only removed the lower half of his suit. Whatever tech he wore allowed such privileges. You wanted to complain, you wanted to scoff. Yet, it was all silenced.

His cock sprung out, the swollen tip leaked with precum.

Your heart leapt up into your throat, and you shivered in delightful anticipation. Not to mention, how your eyes drank in the happy trail which followed up his abdomen.

After so many times, it still all excited you.

“Come here,” Miguel sweetly whispered, almost too sweetly. He had a plan for you. One you happily ignored. He reached out, grabbing your hips guiding you back to him. You clambered back into the chair, straddling him.

His thumbs soothingly rubbed at your hips. He stared up at you with a small smile on your lips. You had mistaken his smile for kindness, it was utterly devious. His eyes blazed with a certain sinful lust. The tip of his cock teased your entrance. You whined softly, then viciously dug your nails into his shoulders. “Miguel, I swear to -“

“Shhh,” he purred, and kissed your neck. “All will be better soon, cariño. But, let me have my fun … just for a little bit.”

Another mistake on your part.

You just nodded.

You needed this desperately. But, he possibly needed this more. He simply didn’t realize it until you were in his grasp again.

He groaned, slowly bringing you down. Inch by sweet delicious inch, he stretched you out. With your head still resting on his shoulder, you could look down and have the perfect view as he filled you completely.

Fuck.

Bottoming out, he slowly rolled his hips, sending a small wave of pleasure through you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you sighed in delight. His fang now protruded, grazing over your neck. You lolled your head to the side. He smirked. He licked up your neck, and nibbled on your ear. “You are going to pay dearly for what you did.”

You opened your mouth, a retort was ready to leap off your tongue. His hands then wandered up. His talons softly scratched across your back. You shivered, and hummed instead. The faint touches over your needy skin sent dizzying spells through you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, flushing you to his broad chest.

His lips brushed by your ear, “So impatient.”

You let out an airy laugh. You lifted your head, staring directly into his intimidating crimson eyes. “You’re right.”

You bucked your hips. He groaned, burying his face back into your neck. Your fingers tangled into his dark hair. You tried to lift your hips, tried to get more friction. But, his hands flew down keeping you in place. He chuckled darkly. He slowly kissed your neck, a sweetness despite the words that soon followed. “Oh, no. You have to sit here.”

He scooted his chair forward with you still in his lap. Your back bumped into the desk. You squirmed, wishing for some relief. But, it would not come. At least not now. One of his arms locked around your waist, easily keeping you in place as the other began to tap on screens.

“I think it’s time for you to learn some patience,” he hummed into your neck with a wide, devilishly smirk.

“Miguel, you can’t be -“

He instantly clamped a hand over your mouth. Staring directly into your eyes, he leaned in closely, and almost snarled. “Patience and silence.”

You had to bite back a snide remark. You wanted to get under his skin again, you wanted to get more of a rise out of him. But, you also wanted relief.

As if knowing of your impending comeback, he dipped his head, whispering in your ear, “Maybe if you let me finish my work, there might be a reward.”

His hand fell from your mouth, your pouty lips, and rested on your hip again. His fingers dug into you: a final warning to stay perfectly still.

“So, can you behave for me?” He asked, clearly amused by all of this.

You gritted your teeth, and opened your mouth. He bucked his hips upwards. All the words died. A moan fell out of your lips instead. He chuckled, and lightly smacked your hip, “Good.”

Your silence was now taken as obedience.

He turned his attention back onto the multiple screens and went back to work.

Minutes crawled by. Maybe an hour? Maybe it was only seconds? You clung to his body fiercely like it was the only life preserver left in this sea of torment. Sweat broke out across your forehead. You buried your face into his shoulder, panting. The clicks, and beeps, of the screens couldn’t drown out your desperate noises. The hums, the whines, the moans, you were becoming so vocal. Any slight movement - whether intentional or not - sent jolts of pleasure through you.

Yet, it wasn’t enough.

Even if you tried to move, Miguel’s grip was ironclad. One twitch and you were met with a tsk of disappointment followed by a snarky remark along the lines of ‘the more you move, the more I work’ or ‘relax, patience is often the best reward’.

And if you had any comment at all, he silenced it before you could utter a single letter by giving you just a minor taste of relief. He would buck or roll his hips, or grind you down further on him.

By the end, however long it was, you were a complete mess and slumped heavily into him. Most of your fight had worn out.

Soon, his fingers sneakily moved across your stomach. You tensed. Dipping lower, they found your sensitive little bud. You gasped, and moaned. His fingers slowly circled around your clit, just teasing you more and more. You bit the inside of your cheek hoping to prevent all the insane pleas that were ready to crawl out. You were so sensitive and so needy. Your walls clamped down around him, aching for more.

He groaned at the sensation, “Oh, I want to fold you over this desk.”

You shuddered in excitement. “Then do it,” you taunted, despite your incredibly shaky voice.

“No.”

You whined, “God, you are so annoying sometimes.”

“And so are you.”

You swore under your breath. He was so infuriating, so annoying, and still somehow so unbelievably gorgeous. If you had any less of a spine, you would let him get away with so much more. But, just how he teased you, you equally loved to return the favor.

You thought today was your turn, but you underestimated him.

“God,” you mumbled. You started to kiss his jaw, trying to soften him up. “Just fuck me already.”

His fingers pulled away from your clit, and you almost wanted to cry. Chuckling, his lips brushed over your ear and teasingly asked in a low seductive voice, “Aw, qué pasa, cariño?”

“You are the worst,” you groaned, half heartedly.

He smirked. Your words and how your body reacted were always at odds. “I am? Says the one who strolled in here asking for it.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” you hissed.

He rolled your hips, and you instantly moaned. “Oh, but you love it,” he hummed. “Don’t you?”

No response.

“Aw, no witty comeback? No attempts to bruise my pride? Or to simply irritate me?” He looked into your eyes, seeing your obvious and desperate want. “Maybe you have finally learned some patience.”

Your heart soared. You didn’t dare say yes or nod your head in fear of more sinister tricks. You could be here for another hour if he so wished.

He slowly rocked your hips, giving you just a bit more friction. That small simple movement was downright hypnotic. “Just say please for me, okay? Dame uno por favor, sí?”

Your head tipped back as you sighed blissfully. You didn’t hear him. Or you willfully ignored him. He quickly grabbed your chin, yanking you forward.

“Ah, let me hear it.”

Normally, you would fight. Yet, you were at your wit’s ends. You instead melted into him, gazing longingly into his eyes. You conceded. “Please,” you whispered very softly.

“Más fuerte. Say it louder.”

“Please,” you begged. You cupped his face, bringing him closer. You peppered kisses all over his face and continuously said ‘please’ after each one. “Please, I need you.”

He hummed, “Perfect.”

Grabbing the back of your neck, he kissed you passionately. His tongue slipped inside without warning, swirling around and drawing out more desires. You moaned unapologetically into him. With inhuman strength, he easily picked you up, laying you across the desk. All the holographic screens disappeared. He attacked your lips with a ferociousness, one you had experienced time and time again. And yet it continued to leave you breathless. Pulling away, his sharp teeth tugged on your bottom lip, and drew out a small spot of blood.

He smirked down at you, at your droopy lust filled eyes. His thumb grazed over your now swollen lips and wiped away the dot of blood. “Qué hacer contigo? Hmm? Should I really give you what you want?”

Your hands curled around to the back of his neck, drawing him back down. You gently pecked his lips. A tiny plea, and almost a small apology for starting this. “Please,” you begged again quietly against his lips.

His hands traveled down your body, latching back onto your hips. “Why can’t you be this nice all the time?”

“You love it, though,” you smirked a little, tossing his same words back at him. “You like when I’m annoying you.”

“Perhaps.” He pulled out, before forcibly slamming once into you. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan. “But, I do like when I’m able to silence that pretty mouth of yours.”

After so long, he pounded into you. Mercilessly. You arched your back, and wrapped your legs around his waist. You had driven him insane since your little stunt, he had his fun, and now he was going to take everything you gave him. He would have you crying, and whining on his cock. He would have you begging nonstop. He would have you cumming again and again if he so pleased.

You kissed him messily again. Tongue and teeth clashed. You bucked your hips, matching his mind numbing pace. You wouldn’t last long. You could feel the knot ready to burst, but you didn’t want this to end. Breaking apart, catching a fleeting breath, you moaned as his cock easily split you open.

He growled, rutting into you like a feral animal.

But, then something snapped in him.

This wasn’t enough for him.

He lifted you up off the desk, holding your waist. Bucking his hips upward, and lifting you up and down, while also using the help of gravity, you were being slammed tirelessly on his cock.

“Fuck, Miguel.” You clawed at his shoulders.

His cock kissed new places you didn’t think was possible. You nearly went limp in his grasp, like a rag doll. It was all so delicious, all so wonderful, and oh so sinful. The wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out, the slapping of his hips against you, his soft moans and hisses of pleasure, it all added to this building sensation - the impending euphoric crash.

Yeah, you definitely wouldn’t last long now in this new position.

“Miguel,” you moaned. “I’m about to -“

“I know, I know,” he murmured into your neck. He nipped and sucked at your tender neck. Your walls fluttered around him. God, it drove him nuts. You felt amazing, heavenly even. “Cum for me, carñio. Please, I want to see it.”

You tried to help, tried to grind on him or buck your hips. But, you were at his mercy. He was relentless. And god, you loved it. You were happily bouncing on his cock as he used and abused you.

“Fuck,” you moaned again.

You were so close.

“Come on,” he hissed. “Let me see it.”

You clashed your lips to his. It was sloppy. Your legs tightened around him, as if needing him closer. As if he wasn’t already buried deeply inside of you. Miguel moaned. He slammed you back down, and rolled your hips.

That was it.

The knot snapped.

You moaned loudly into him, and you came around him. Miguel peppered kisses all over your face. “Ah, just like that. Oh, you are so beautiful.”

“Fuck,” you hissed as you began to work yourself back down from your high. You pressed your forehead against his. Breathing heavily, you whined softly he still continued to use you to reach his own end. It was all so much, and somehow not enough. Fuck, he truly was amazing. Looking into his eyes, you gently stroked his cheek and murmured tiredly, “Come on, Miguel. Fill me up. I want you to.”

Miguel moaned.

“Just like that. God, you feel amazing.” You hummed, playing with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck.

His talons dug into your hips, cutting them and bruising them. After a few more thrusts, he stuttered. Tumbling forward, he quickly set you down on the desk, his arms on either side of you as he finished inside of you. He stared deeply into your eyes, his pupil blown wide with an animalistic haze still behind them. Your combined breathing filled the space between you.

With your legs still around his waist, you jerked him closer. He hissed, still very sensitive. “Still want to go back to work,” you smugly asked.

He chuckled, then smiled at you. “Still have that mouth on you I see.”

“Oh, but you love it.”

His thumb - and with his talons still out - ran across your lip. “I do, and how about we continue this elsewhere. Maybe I can have it put to other uses.”

“Maybe if you beg nicely.”

His eyes lit with such passion at your lightning fast remark. His eyes flickered to your lips, smirking, “Hmm, maybe.”

You truly knew how to push him. God, he did love it. No, actually he just loved you.

[queer-n-here]

ok i know that this is mainly a bsd blog (kinda) BUT I NEED TO GET THESE THOUGHTS OUT OF MY HEAD OKAY

basically I'm thirsting BAD over Henry from Jurassic world dominion and HE JUST LOOKS SO SAD AND SUBBY AND LIKE HE NEEDS SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM INSTEAD OF TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM AGAIN AND I JUST NEED TO KNOW OM NOT TWEAKING IN THESE THOUGHTS

GRRRRR BARK BADK BARK WOOF WOOF GRRR

- 🕸

Heyyyyaaaa long time no see 🕸️ annon bro

Also no problem at all bruv I don't mind other fandoms at allllllll (only I haven't watched Jurassic World Dominion 😅

I did look him up tho

Dis one?

Hmm... Kinda old but then again understandable, looks like the sorta dude that'd be so cute all wrapped up in a blanket and with a cuppa hot chocolate in his hand, ya get me?