#MY WHOLE DANG BODY IS JERKING

[cutefatcat548]

Y’all I got a cough and it’s nasty and wet and all that but my cat is sleeping next to me and I’m resting my hand in his fuzzy little back(as you do) and this little IDIOT is sleeping through ALL of my BODY RATTLING COUGHT. BRO HOW😭😭😭😭

#cat #cough #cats being cats #cats being weird little guys #i love him so freaking much #I love my cats more then life itself #truly I do #but SIR #HOW #MY WHOLE DANG BODY IS JERKING #AND HES JUST SNOOZING #LIKE NOTHINGS HAPPENING #and before y’all come at me #he can in fact hear #he’s not deaf or anything #I swear #he’s just a weirdo

[norman-fucking-reedus]

omg since your requests are open,,, idk but imagining a female reader fucking herself infront of Daryl while he is chained to chair drives me insane to think about.. like reader's feet are on his knees and daryl feels her every movement but dang he can't do anything and the reader is a bit dominant.. i'd love if you wrote smth like this. im obsessed with ur writing!!

Anon lets make out rn cause ive had this idea for a while ESPECIALLY based off this picture??? Like hello??

I changed it up a little since i got the hottest idea in the middle of writing so I hope it makes you kick your feet in the way the way I did while writing this 😽 (I SAW UR OTHER REQUEST TOO BABE YK I GOTCHU 🫶🏾)

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“Dammit girl! Untie me” Daryl thrashed in the wobbly chair, growling from where it sat at the edge of the bed in front of you. You simply watched him struggle in the tight ropes, becoming redder by the second. “I like you tied up. Even more when you’re my personal chair” You ran a hand across his lap and winked.

Daryl grunted when you straddled him, hands pulling at their restraints. You could feel his bulge growing as you slowly ground your hips down, a strained groan coming from him. You cupped his chin and placed a few soft kisses on his lips, moving to his neck and back up to his lips, only pulling away from him. “Tha hell ya doin’ ta me?” Daryl watched as you opened the dresser drawer and tossed two objects on the bed, sitting down next to them.

You couldn’t hold back the wicked smile that fought onto your face as you stood up and removed each article of clothing, tauntingly slowly.

Daryl’s watched you, closely, breathing picking up as you slid your pants down, and moved to undo your bra. He watched as you teased the hem of your undies, sitting down in front of him again.

His cheeks heated up when you kicked a leg up, ankle resting on his shoulder as you spread yourself, running a finger down your slit through your panties. Daryl watched, hands fidgeting with rope as he became uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He wanted to touch you, feel all over your body and maybe inside.

You continued massaging yourself until the fabric was soaked, and Daryl’s breathing was the loudest thing in the room. His face was red and a thin layer of sweat was present on his whole body. Suddenly all his clothes didn’t fit right.

He could do nothing but watch as you pushed your underwear to the side, erotically spreading your pussy lips before reaching to grab one of the objects. It was a long, white vibrator you had “found” at the start, but really you just stole it from the sex shop when everything went to shit. It roared to life in your hands, and you leaned forward to press it onto Daryl’s bulge, soaking in the way he threw his head back and his body jerked.

You kept it there only for a minute, leaning back and bringing it down to your cunt, massaging between your folds and moaning when it reached your clit, holding it in place as you brought your fingers to your entrance, easily slipping in.

The scene was something out of a porno, and Daryl swore his mouth was beginning to water as he just watched you. The way he could feel the strong vibrations travel through your leg, the way he could see your fingers curling and scissoring open, he was starting to get desperately needy.

As you neared your orgasm, you pulled completely away from yourself, chest heaving as you came down, eyes meeting Daryl’s. His pupils had been blown so wide, you weren’t even sure there was color anymore. “Enjoying my show?” You whispered, pulling your leg off his shoulder as you moved to stand over him, bending over the bed so that he had a clear view of your backside. “J’st let me touch ya, doll. Why ya gotta torture me?” He rasped, eyes roaming as he took in the sight of your ass right in front of his face, so close yet so far.

Daryl was impossibly hard in his pants, the scratchy fabric sending lightning through his body whenever he accidentally bumped his tip against it. He was so needy it was starting to hurt, even more when the clear dildo you were bringing to your folds came into view.

You rubbed the silicone up and down against yourself, grinding when you brought it to your clit. You could feel Daryl’s eyes on you as his hands tugged and pulled at the binding ropes, but he had taught you how to tie some real good knots. He could do nothing but pitifully whine as he watched the dildo slowly slide into you, the clearness giving him a whole different show.

He could see the way your pussy stretched around the toy, working it in and out slowly, soft moans coming from you as you did. His cock throbbed as his eyes never left your cunt, wishing that instead of that dildo you would use him like a dildo, riding his sensitive cock for as long as you wanted, fuck he just badly wants to be inside of you.

As if reading his mind, you flipped yourself around so that you could face him, pulling the dildo out as you looked at him, eyes drinking up the messy state he was in. His face was so red, sweat rolling down his forehead as you could tell he was just so hard in his pants. Daryl’s fidgety hands had started to rub his wrists raw against the rope, the pain only adding to his boner. He looked a pure fucking mess. You swelled with pride at that.

Your hands began undoing his pants, pulling them only half down to his knees. For a split second, Daryl thought you were finally going to touch him, even if all you did was grab him through his underwear he just needed to be touched. Instead, he watched as you added some spit to the bottom of your didlo, and suctioned it right onto his muscled thigh, giggling to yourself like a psycho as you straddled it, purposely grinding your dripping cunt on his leg as his wide eyes stared into yours.

You cupped his sweaty face in your hands, wiping it as you just held his face and stared beyond his eyes and down into his soul. He could feel you sink down onto the toy, and watched as your gaze darkened and your eyelids lowered. “You’ve been such a good boy for me Dar. Watching and staying mostly silently. Can you be even better for me and cum without me having to touch your cock?” He desperately shook his head no, traitorous tears pricked his eyes as your pace increased. “Can’t- Need ya- Need ya ta touch m’cock, please mommy I need it so bad” He babbled and you cooed, giving him a warm kiss that he completely melted into.

He always begged so sweetly, and it went straight to your full cunt, however, you had to force yourself not to give in, not when you had already got this far, Your hands moved to grip his shoulders, lifting yourself up and down at a rough velocity, the sound of your ass slapping down on his thigh filled the room and Daryl’s head, his eyes flickered between your face and the way you rode his thigh.

You reached behind you and patted around until you found the vibrator, bringing it to life and pressing it against your clit, the one hand you had still on your boyfriend’s shoulder curled into the flesh, lewd moans pulling from your chest. Daryl felt himself getting dizzy watching you, hair sticking to his forehead and cold pain shooting from his raw wrists. It was so hot, too hot. His vision was beginning to blur, heart pounding so hard he felt like it would come out his chest. His body trembled and he threw his head back when you very lightly pressed the vibrator to his clothed cock, adding fuel to his orgasm as it pumped through his entire fucking soul, tears finally rolling down his cheeks as his cock pulsed itself empty, soaking erotically through the fabric. The toy turned off, and you slowed your hips, watching the way Daryl’s body went limp.

“Very good boy. That’s exactly what I wanted to see, handsome” Your voice was like candy as you whispered in his ear, sighing as you lifted yourself off the dildo with a wet pop, moving to cut Daryl’s hands free as you fully straddled his lap, feeling his release on your puffy pussy. His shaky hands immediately went to your hips, waist, thighs, holy hell your skin felt so good. His poor wrists were red and raw, a small amount of blood forming. “We’re gonna wrap your wrists up. Think your little friend will wanna join us?” You whispered against his lips, pressed down on his soft cock, feeling the cooling cum ooze out from underneath, sticking to your cunt. “If yer talkin’ about m’cock hell yea. Get tha’ fuckin’ dildo off me” He grunted and you realized his legs were also still bound together. You giggled, popping the suction cup off his thigh and stretching to cut the ropes off his ankles.

You moved off his lap so he could finally stand and stretch, kicking his pants completely off and his soiled underwear, which revealed how his cock was dripping in his own release. You were almost on him immediately, falling down onto your knees in front of him. “Your wrists are gonna have to wait a minute”

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I need to fuck his fucking soul into my body NOW 😾

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#daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl x female reader #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #twd #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion smut #daryl x you #daryl dixion x reader #norman fucking reedus

[lvlyynim]

bestfriend!mark who’d remember your usual drink and pastry order so he’d have an excuse to crash your study session in the library.

bestfriend!mark who always has a spare charger in his bag whenever your phone is running low.

bestfriend!mark who would lull you to sleep with a few plucks from his guitar and soft singing.

bestfriend!mark who keeps small gifts you gave him and stores them in a cupboard box, calling it his memories box. (from the first movie ticket you two went together to the polariods of you and him)

bestfriend!mark who has a crush on you ever since 9th grade, you skipped school to take care of him when he was sick.

“don’t you have that very important history test? the one you spent weeks studying for”

“oh shush, you’re more important than that stupid test. now shut it and drink this”

bestfriend!mark who has a drawer full of his shit in your closet cause he’s constantly over at your place.

bestfriend!mark who would stay up all night stargazing with you from the small balcony.

bestfriend!mark who nearly burned down your kitchen, trying to make a sunny side up.

“you are never ever entering my kitchen again. at this point mark, you’re setting yourself up everytime you grab a pan”

“at least this one is better than the rest-”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT”

bestfriend!mark who always know when something is wrong and shows up with your favourite snacks and his hoodie.

bestfriend!mark who sents you sunset pics daily saying it reminds him of you. he’s also your personal weather forecaster.

bestfriend!mark who orders fast food and eats them with you in his car, in an empty parking lot.

bestfriend!mark who holds your hand in crowded places out of fear of losing you in a sea of people. (also your hands will stay interlocked for the whole day)

bestfriend!mark who’s your biggest supporter and constantly encourages to face your fears, reminding it’ll always work out in the end.

bestfriend!mark who dyed his hair blue after losing his bet with haechan (and it was probably the best thing to happen cause it suits him, to the point where you can’t stop staring at him)

“you look great with blue hair”

“hm? dang really?”

“mhm probably my favourite colour out of the all other ones”

“damn you liked it that much huh? is that why you keep staring at me?”

“shut up and finish your food”

bestfriend!mark who rubs his hand up and down your back whenever you two hug.

bestfriend!mark who stays sober if you two go out for drinks or during parties so he could take care of you in case you do too many shots.

bonus nsfw cuts

bestfriend!mark who jerks off to a photo of you almost every night before being consumed by guilt and shame. (and does it again the next night)

bestfriend!mark who shamelessly checks out anytime you wear something a tad bit revealing. (his favourite : you in skirts)

bestfriend!mark who finally had the chance to pour his feelings out to you and fuck you senseless afterwards.

“you have no fucking clue how long i’ve wanted this” you let a broken sob, feeling as if his cock is gonna split you in half with how deep he is. how big he is.

mark just chuckled at your disheveled state, legs pinned to your body, eyes rolled back in euphoria, body littered with his mouthwork.

“taking me so good baby, so fucking good” he’s losing it by the second. with how you’re clenching around him, he’s not gonna last long. your high pitched moans is a telltale sign you’re in the same boat as well.

mark was a gone man when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him deeper into your dripping cunt. leaning a whine of your name, he came hard. you took advantage and pushed him onto his back, straddling him.

wind knocked out of mark’s lungs seeing you bouncing on his cock, desperate for your own release. mark was choking on his sobs, his cock overstimulated to the point where he could cry any moment now.

“ba-baby please ngh please come please”

“fuck mark, i-i’m cumming”

it didn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to snap, orgasm washing over your body with a long whine of mark’s name.

#mark lee smut #nct mark smut #mark lee #nct dream mark #nct dream smut #lvlyworks #mark lee scenarios #mark lee imagines #markie

[zoros-fourth-sword]

LUFFY X FEM READER

{MDNI 18+ only}

This chapter is a 18+ chapter so it contains

fingering, dirty talk, hair pulling, name calling, and more—

1st Tumblr post

SUB FEM READER x DOM LUFFY

BEWARE MY WRITING SUCKS

"I can't freaking stand him sometimes I swear" I complain to Nami and Robin while we were tanning on the deck of the Sunny the little shit decided to piss me off by chasing me around the ship with a spider in his hand knowing damn well I’m scared of those creepy things

"That's luffy for ya he tends to get on people's nerves" Nami mumbled into her hands that were under her face as she lay on her stomach to tan her back

I hate him I hate Luffy so much ever since that skinny little shit walked into my life the man has done nothing but make me feel things that I have never felt before and I can’t help but hate him for that im not the type to let my emotions control my body or take over my brain for that matter but when I’m near luffy that’s a whole different story and it pissses me off it makes me feel weak and vulnerable

"And why do you exactly hate him" Robin asked interrupting my train of thought

"Can you blame me look at him" I sigh running my hands down my face referring to the boy that was across the Sunny running around with Chopper and Usopp

"Never mind this conversation 𝗬/𝗡 let's change the subject so you're not in a bitchy mood anymore" Nami mumbled into her hands

"Okay" I let out a dramatic sigh "but let me go change out of this bikini first I'm kinda hot the sun starting to get to me," I say to the girls getting up out of my chair to stretch

“I’ll be back” i say as I make my way towards my room

I finally make it to my room quickly throwing myself on my bed letting out a loud groan from the cold contact of the blanket touching my sweaty skin

"Hot huh" I hear someone from the corner of my room their voice sounding raspy

I quickly fling myself upwards nearly falling off my bed 

Before I could even scream I heard a familiar yet annoying laugh come out of the person

"I really scared ya huh" Luffy chuckled stepping into the light so I could see him

"What the fuck are you doing in my room Luffy" I snap out nearly turning red from anger

"I don't think that's any of your concern," Luffy said giving me a big smile

Is this boy stupid what makes him think it’s okay to hide in a girls room

"IT IS WHEN ITS MY ROOM LUFFY" I scream standing on my feet and throwing the pillow that was on the bed next to me at him but of course his show-off self had to catch the dang thing leaving me unsatisfied with the fact that I didn't get to hit his stupid face

"Use your brain for once you idiot" I growl out turning my head away so i didn’t have to stare at him any longer

"𝗬/𝗡" Luffy said chuckling out my name

"It is kinda my business when I'm the captain of this ship," Luffy said stepping closer to me our feet almost touching

How dare he use his title against me I swear I’m going to smother him with a pillow while he’s sleeping tonight I can’t believe I have to deal with his shit

"It's My space My room it's a place you go for privacy you know" I growl out ready to just walk out of the room

"Like you care about privacy you talk shit about your captain in front of him" Luffy growled out getting irritated with me referring to mine and the girls conversation on the deck earlier

I instantly freeze up hearing that sentence leave his mouth

"Mhm you didn't think I could hear ya," Luffy said stepping closer to me way to close for my comfort

I gasped out in surprise not expecting Luffy's face to be so close to mine

"I hear everything that leaves that dirty mouth of yours"  Luffy growled out grabbing a fist full of my hair and jerking my head back so my neck was exposed

I squeal out in surprise at Luffy's action I quickly bring my hands to his chest desperately pushing him away

What the fuck is wrong with him

"Why do you hate me 𝗬/𝗡" Luffy mumbled in my ear his lips dangerously close to my exposed neck causing my heart to burst in my chest

"Fuck you Luffy" I growl out punching him in the chest even tho he didn't take damage

Why dose this dude have to be so strong

"That's no way to speak to your captain 𝗬/𝗡" Luffy chuckled out slightly tightening his grip on my hair

I whine out from the pain quickly grabbing Luffy's hand behind my head desperately trying to get him to loosen his grip

"I know why you hate me" Luffy mumbled into my neck his hot breath fanning my skin causing my legs to fell like jello

"You wanna ride my dick baby don't ya" Luffy chucked out once again

A gasp left my lips once I heard that sentence leave his mouth I was in shock I wasn't expecting Luffy of all people to talk like this

"What w- do you mean" I stutter out in shock trying to hide the fact that he was right

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about  I hear you late at night pleasuring yourself while saying my name” Luffy chuckled out darkly

This can’t be real right I’m dreaming I have to be dreaming right now

"Do you want me to fuck that hatred out of you?" Luffy said grabbing my bare my waist with his free hand pulling me closer causing our chest to clash together

I gasp out struggling to breathe from the contact of his skin flushed against mine my brain slightly fogging over with lust letting the lewd thoughts take over

"You do want me to don't ya" Luffy chuckled as he began to leave soft wet kisses down my neck

"Luffy" I sigh out my brain losing control and my body taking over

I can’t do this with him his my captain for fuck sake

"Mhm keep saying my name baby" Luffy growled out pulling my hair tighter while his other hand squeezed my waist tighter

I feel like I'm going die he felt so good against me it felt like my body was going to melt away but my brain on the other was literally screaming at me not to let this happen

"Lu- Luffy we can't" I pant out trying to deny my feelings

"Yes we can baby I know you wanna," Luffy said slowly trailing his hand that was in my hair down my body and towards my ass before quickly grabbing a handful and pushing our hips together placing his thigh between my legs

"Fuck I wine out from the contact of his thigh pressed against my core

"See baby you want to," Luffy chuckled adding pressure to my core

Fuck it

"Yes I want to" I choke out finally giving up and accepting it even tho I know I’m going to hate myself for this later

"Good girl" Luffy laughed quickly picking me up and placing me on the bed so that he was above me between my legs

"I'm going to fuck you stupid," Luffy said in excitement with his signature smile plastered on his face

"Whatever you say" I huff out getting annoyed with his cocky attitude

"I don't really appreciate the attitude 𝗬/𝗡," Luffy said thrusting his hips against my own causing me to jerk upwards

I gently whine out rolling my eyes in the back of my head from how touch-deprived I am

"But one thing I do appreciate is how fucking sexy your tits look in this bikini" Luffy growled out thrusting his hips against mine causing my breast to jiggle from the movement

"God I'm going to fuck you so good," Luffy said as he began to trace wet kisses down my neck and between my breast getting lower as he went

"I can't wait to feel how nice and wet you are for me baby," Luffy said hocking his fingers in the waistband of my bathing suit bottoms quickly jerking them down my legs

"Luffy" I gasped out surprised by his action

"Shhh" Luffy said making me go quiet

"Look at you baby your pussy is so needy," Luffy said tracing his finger between my folds seeing how wet I already was for him

I wine out quickly grabbing Luffy's shoulders to have something to grip on

"You like that huh" Luffy chuckled out lowering himself between my legs

"Got something even better baby I'm going to eat you out like your my last meal and lucky for you I'm hungry," Luffy said before burying his face into my core

"Fuck Luffy" I sob out flinging my head back into the pillow

Did I die and go to heaven

His tongue was working wonders on my clit and It felt absolutely fucking amazing I was on cloud nine the way his rubbery tongue is thrusting in and out my hole was throwing me over the edge it felt like I was going to cum then and there

"Fuck Luffy your so good" I wine out taking a fist full of his black hair into my hand trapping him in his place

"Fuck baby you sound so pretty keep saying my name," Luffy said slightly pulling away to breathe

"You taste so damn yummy 𝗬/𝗡," Luffy said looking up at me with hooded eyes

He looked so fucking delicious and I hated to admit that but hes also doing a fantastic job so I really can’t complain

"Look at how wet you are" Luffy purred out slowly entering one of his long skinny fingers into my core

"Shit oh my gosh” I pant out from the feeling of his skin against my walls

"I could have you for every meal," Luffy said thrusting his finger inside me at a quick pace

This boy is literally going to be the death of me

"Me too Luffy oh my gosh I'll let you do anything" I moan out caught up in the heat of the moment

"Fuck baby if you keep talking like that I might have to make you choke on my dick" Luffy chuckled entering a second finger and speeding up his pace

"Luffy I can't breathe" I struggle between my moans from the overstimulation his causing my body

"That's the point 𝗬/𝗡 but I think you can take it get on your knees like a good girl"

I hope everyone enjoyed Im sorry if it's was bad but let me know if I should make a part 2

but anyway have a nice day/night♥︎

#luffyfanfic #luffyxreader #luffysmut #oneshot #one piece #one piece smut #straw hat luffy #monkey d luffy #one piece oneshots

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

And I wrote some fan fiction. Read it below or on AO3

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Random snippets of Mu-deok/Naksu's diary:

Master Kill List: -trader who sold Mu-deok -Joo-wol nah she's cool -Jang Uk I promised I wouldn't, but I might... - Park Dang-Gu (I mean, I like him but he's related to Park Jin so I have to keep him here) -Jin Cho-yeon (no regrets there) -Lady Jin -Sang-ho (how dare he not let me in to Songrim!) -Jin Mu -That guy who knocked the meat stick out of my hands -Crown Prince he can live

-This jerk is the most spoiled, most picky, most annoying, most whiney human being I have met in my life. I did not know people like this even existed.

-The Danju abandoned me, guess I'll go watch my own funeral. Not sure what else to even do. This body is the worst body. I used to have actual muscles. Like how long would it even take for me to be able to climb up the side of a bridge? Ridiculous.

-My only option is this idiot...

-The poisoning plan worked perfectly. No regrets

-If Park Dang-Gu or ANYONE touches my hair or attempts to pat my head ONE MORE TIME I am killing them right then and there. I don't care if they're mages and I'm powerless. Poison. I'll use poison.

-Why does Jang Uk take so many baths? I don't get him at all. Before I guess he got cold because his gate of energy was closed but he's supposed to be normal now. Why the baths? WHY?

-This is the best luck ever! As long as Jang Uk doesn't die figuring out how to use it, he's going to have a whole ton of energy! This dude is so lucky.

-Jang Uk thinks I have to try not to fall in love with him?! Full of himself much? Now Seo Yul...

-Jang Uk randomly hugged me today just because he was happy despite the fact that I was covered with filth. He's so weird. I wish he had spent some of his lazy childhood actually learning how to fight because watching him was embarrassing.

He did manage to draw his father's sword though. Progress!

Crown Prince seems fairly easy to manipulate, Seo Yul not so much. I gave my sword to the C.P., not happy about that but I didn't have much choice. Jang Uk cannot fight with the C.P. again until he's stronger.

-Jang Uk was crying. It was awkward so I left.

-Jang Uk is still sad. He does not understand the basics of burying the hurt until it becomes hatred which is used to fuel your relentless training. It's how I became so powerful. (I need my power back!) I'm not actually sure what to do other than kicking him. I have no use for a student who won't learn.

-Master Heo has horrible self-control for someone his age. Finally got my useless student to move. Also, weird seeing Park Jin and he has no idea who I am. Even weirder with Seo Yul...

-Came here to focus on training and Jang Uk just wants to take baths again...

-WHY WON'T HE JUST DRINK THE CHASTE TEA??? I would in a heartbeat if I could get my powers back. I would cut it off permanently! I would give up a hand! This is Master Lee! He is legendary. He is the strongest mage I've ever seen. Drink the freaking tea!

It's some weird guy thing. I do not understand men.

-Threw a knife at that bastard, he deserved it. I'm going to burn the whole cottage down if he doesn't start training.

Went into town and almost got dragged away. Learned that this body can't tolerate alcohol which is just... perfect.

-It's so strange to be here with other people. Far less lonely I guess. I wish I could climb my tree. I can hardly climb a shrub in this useless body. Jang Uk still can't control his hand.

-Jang Uk thought he was so fast but I poked HIM in the eyes. That's what he deserves. He said some weird stuff about my soul marks and standing close to people. Ridiculous.

-Decided to hand him over to stay alive. It's only right... Traded my life for a damn bird egg. But Jang Uk actually did Tansu! We might survive this duel after all

-WHAT DO THEY MEAN I'M NOT ALLOWED IN SONGRIM?

-Now that Jang Uk got what he wanted he might just leave me behind. I'm not staying here and working as a servant for the rest of my life. I should have blackmailed him before he went; I didn't know the stupid rules. How could he do this? Trained him to win and now I'm left behind. He better not forget about our promise. But unless I'm there how will I make sure he keep training? I'm not staying in this pathetic body for years...

-Is the Crown Price in love with Mu-deok? Also, I cannot even express how much I hate cinnamon.

-Shit. Why did he have to say that? What is wrong with him? It was *not* a love letter.

-HE IS SAD AGAIN! I do not know how to deal with sad people. Why does this jerk have so many emotions? Why is he so lazy? You just keep going no matter how much pain you feel.

Also, Songrim wont even beat a student who won't train? They also suck at torture. How has this organization even survived? Pathetic.

-Ha ha! Bet my bird egg to make Jang Uk train. Was forced to admit I value the jade egg. Overall worked great. I do hope he manages to get it back. Because I want my power back and that would prove he's improving, no other reason.

-Jang Uk keeps hugging me. It's weird. Why is he so clingy? At least he's happy now. I'll bring him some snacks.

Another woman attempted to bring Jang Uk snacks. I wonder if I should kill her?

-So do I love him? Maybe? Doesn't matter if I do; once I get my powers back I'm gone. He's the crazy one who thinks we could possibly have a future after all of this. It would never work. It doesn't matter, love is useless and fickle. It's not worth risking your life over.

-Stupid love. Stupid ice stone. Stupid giving up my chance at powers. Stupid people that I love didn't want to see die being inside the ice stone. Stupid stupid stupid. Now I'm stuck in this useless body forever.

#and there's the fan fiction #knew that would happen eventually #alchemy of souls #naksu #mu deok #jang uk #Random thoughts from her diary

[paysergraham]

Graham Ness Payser, the Pacesetter Analysis (long read)

I am very much in my own head at the moment & not doing great mentally soooooo I’m going to channel all the negative energy I have into writing something: a wall of text about how the Pacesetter in Corporate Clash is the greatest fight any Toontown server has ever had. Somewhat pent up, be ready for a long one.

(spoiler warning. of course. but like just making sure you’re aware)

I’ll look at 4 key things I look for in a good boss fight (in any game, but especially a turn-based RPG) -Design -Character -Presentation (visuals & audio alike) -Actual gameplay (and how the last 3 points make this boss greater by tying them into the gameplay)

Let’s go in that order, starting with Design.

Pacesetter’s visual design itself is pretty dang special when it comes to Suits/Cogs. Why? I mean, other than his stunning looks and dirt-eating grin (a common trait amongst Sellbots), he has... a human skin tone! But only partially. Some Sellbots like the Two-Face have an entirely human skin tone on their face, what makes him so special?

I think what makes him special in design is that he very much dresses how his personality presents him. What I mean by that is, most Sellbots & cogs in general all have the same suit of their departments. Executives have black suits, that’s the only big difference. Big whoop, right? Graham has one of the only bodies in the game that doesn’t share a suit with anyone. At all. He is entirely unique, having his suit unbuttoned with no tie, revealing his undershirt. He doesn’t even button the suit in formal interviews, for Cog’s sake. “well why does any of that matter?” I hear you asking.

It shows his aggressively “forward” attitude and demeanor without so much as moving a muscle or breathing. I think that is a good thing to have in a character, really understanding how they think/act just from design alone. There’s also the whole part of, “blurring the line between a human and machine by having a partially human face”, but I’ll come back to that later. Now that I’ve talked about his design & how that ties into his character, let’s move on to his actual Character.

Graham is, to be blunt, a narcissistic jerk who only cares about himself (and a very small amount of other people, such as Flint) and thinks everyone else is worse than him at everything (again, other than virtually only Flint). This actually directly ties into his design, my last point. 

Graham doesn’t care about formality at all; again, appearing in an unbuttoned suit w/o a tie in the interview with Jennifer. Graham doesn’t really want to abide by other’s rules, in other words. He only cares about how whatever rules there are benefit him. Nobody else. So he shows up, acts extremely rude to the son of the department head that he’s applying for, as well as the chairman of the company’s secretary, and... nobody cares. Cathal kind of thinks he’s a dingus, but sees it as friendly, while Jennifer is actively infatuated by him. 

So he’s seemingly used to everything going his way and people bending over backwards for him, as the one time something DOESN’T go his way in that comic, he immediately gets pissed off and calls Flint to vent.

Okay, so... he’s a self-absorbed jerk who cares very little for others’ well-being (other than his boyfriend). Again, I might hear you ask “what makes him special? there are plenty of other characters  like that...”

Now that we’ve explored his Character & Design a bit, let’s get into his actual fight, starting with the Presentation of it.

Video games are art, and they take that to heart. From the moment you enter the All-Star Suites, you can tell there’s a very certain vibe to the building. From the retro checkerboard pattern on the floor to the lava lamps to that sick synth in the music, everything about this building is painfully 80′s. So it’s no surprise that when you enter the elevator...

it’s also very painfully 80′s in here! From the obnoxious blue & pink neon lights, to the lava lamps (again), to the albums & subwoofers, even the friggin carpets present in the screenshot are sooooo 80′s. So you have no idea what to expect from this guy, beyond “the professor in the taskline said he was making a lot of noise” and things that you think his room might tell you.

And then, it pans over to the corner, and you finally see the man for the first time:

...pacing in a worn section of carpet, with a sign that says “Pace Corner” shoddily sprayed on it. He doesn’t do a lot, according to his dialogue, and is ecstatic to have Toon visitors so he can subject them to his “test” to join the “Pace Place”. 

So, just from the intro cutscene alone, I think we have been told just about everything we need to be told about this guy, and, judging by how absurdly fast he is in said cutscene, you can probably assume going into the fight that “oh, his fight must be about going fast, right?”

You’d be correct! But before we get into the actual fight/gameplay, let’s talk about the genius of his music. As every turn of the fight, he makes it go faster (up to a limit of 4x faster), every time he increases the speed, the speed of the music ALSO increases. Listening to 1998 Toontown Dance Mix at 1.0x speed compared to listening to it at something even slightly faster like 1.75x speed feels like a completely different song outside of the fight, but when you’re actually IN the fight, it feels smooth as butter the entire time. Like you’re listening to an album that perfectly transitions to the next song because it was made with that in mind. And, the phase 2 music, The Payser Test, sounds like it would be final boss music in any other game; but nope, this is just a guy testing you because he’s bored. The way in which he is so nonchalantly presented as powerful beyond comprehension, but doesn’t actually use his strengths to the fullest effects because he just sees it as a game/not serious, is fantastic for the type of character we’re dealing with here.

Real long paragraph there! Let’s get on to the last part of this, the actual Gameplay, and how the previous points tie into this.

Graham’s fight is unfair. It is intended to be unfair. The entire fight revolves around Graham playing the game by his own rules, NEVER yours, and at random points in the fight he’ll randomly change the rules again or make it harder (with some key quotes being "Any hopes of you winning just dropped to the negatives, bud." & “"Wait a minute, who said YOU could gain the upper hand?!", just proving how much he refuses to play by anyone’s rules but his own, even if they’re causing him to lose). 

As with his design, he constantly goes against what others do/want him to do, as with his character, he only plays by rules that would benefit him the most, and as with the presentation of his fight, he ultimately isn’t taking you seriously (at ANY point) and just sees this as some weak Toons waltzing in to entertain him by playing by HIS rules and ONLY his rules. HE owns the Pace Place, NOT you.

And, of course, he ends up collapsed in the Pace Corner at the end of the fight, because he can’t admit you outdid him, even though you were playing by his rules. You won with the cards stacked against you and your friends, and if he were to accept that, he wouldn’t really be the character we all know & love (or know & hate. I don’t judge even if he’s my husband)

Anyway, it’s about time I wrap this up. I’m feeling a lot better now, actually. I’m not sure if I had a point with this other than how much I freaking love Graham. Thanks for reading (or not reading)!

#ttcc #corporate clash #toontown #pacesetter #graham my beloved #pippyposts #graham ness payser #graham payser #flint bonpyre #firestarter

[the-astronomial]

🧿List of Spells to Turn People's Hate into your Blessings🧿

Hi, everyone? Have you had one of times where people are just too dang mean, to handle? Sometimes people are just cruel. So, I'll share a list of incantations, that'll help you guys deal. You can even turn thier hate, into a weight loss or weight gain, dietary fuel~!

So, let's get started! :)

1.) "Haters Get Me Paid" Spell-

Personally, if I'm losing time and oppurtunities, because people ain't gonna treat me right, then, I better make sure I still get food on the table! Sadly, a lot of bullies and abusers in my life, would deliberately do what they can to make me miserable. That includes, taking away my monetary assets, which wasn't much to begin with.

It got so bad, that it's harder to financially support myself. They would go out of there way to find out about my workplace and start trouble.

One day, I thought,

"Too bad I can't turn all their mistreatment, into cash".

Hence, I made a spell. Now I can make quick money, especially, when in a pinch!

Say the following, three times. While, making sure to focus on the intent, to turn all the hate and negativity that is sent towards you, into money and financial gain.

"The more they hate, the more I get paid.

Three times three.

The more they hate, the more I get paid.

Three times three.

The more they hate, the more I get paid.

Three times three." [This is the only part you say it three times]

As above and so, below. Thus, mote it be!

And that's all you need, enjoy the rest of your day. Without, the worry of anyone who wishes you ill will.

2.) The traditional return to sender.

This is spell that everyone's probably, familiar with. Especially, if you seen the movie "The Craft". If not, basicslly everyyhing that's been done to you by the person in mind, will be undome to them, three time over.

With that, say the following three times threee.

"[Targets name] what you've done, will be undone, three time thrice.

[Targets name] what you've done, will be undone, three time thrice.

[Targets name] what you've done, will be undone, three time thrice.

As above and so below. Thus, mote it be!"

I always liked this, how "The Craft" movie, had some real spells in it. Though, some part is inaccurate. It's fiction, afterall! ;)

3.) "The Body You Shame, You Became (Fat Version)"- So, I'm plus sized, and get a lot of shiitake mushrooms for it. Even though, I'm trying to lose weight. This spell is for my bigger sized peeps that want to lose weight, while shutting out the negativity.

This is a enchantment where after you cast it, anyone that shames or mistreats you, for being fat, will end up bearing your fat, instead. So, you lose fat, by it being it put on the shamers body. Afterall, what's worse than becoming the things you hate and ridicule the most? Specifically, as a discriminatory jerk. Plus, this include their mental fat-shaming, as well~.😈

So, say this three times. Preferably, when you start your day. So, the more people you interact with, increases the number of fat shamers. Which means, the more times the spell will be transfering your body fat. Set your intention. Helps to use visualization techniques, too!

"The fat you all hate, I gift it to you. Three times three.

The fat you all hate, I gift it to you. Three times three.

The fat you all hate, I gift it to you. Three times three.

As above and so, below. Thus, mote it be!" (3× for the whole thing)

So, that's that!

Just a second, before we continue! I want to put a reminder, here. Please, know that you are beautifully "you".

Magic spells or not, you are perfectly imperfection. You are beauty, even in places you can't see it. I want you to know, that you are the most beautiful when you are happy, content, and in a good place your life. And only you, can decide what that is. If you want to change, change. If you want to keep things about yourself, keep them. It's your OWN body. It is yours. Only yours and no one else's. No ones opinions, on the physical, matter. We all grow old and turn to corpses, anyways. So, enjoy life and that includes, your body. The body is a part of life, afterall. So, do what you need to do, to stand tall and proud! With that, live what you want to live. Knowing that, your body is amazing!

4.) "The Body You Hate You became (Skinny version)

So, this spell is for those that get skinny shamed and are trying to gain weight. I've seen a lot of skinnier women, get shamed. Admittedly, my mom and aunts bullied my aunt in law, for how skinny and small framed she was. Very frail. They were also, bitter because they were plus sized, like me. But, they were bitter and jealous women. They would shame and abuse me, too. Because I was bigger, than all of them. So, they'd bully me to make themselves, seem like they were the skinny bodies that they always yearned for. Projecting thier toxicity, was all they could do. They were miserable. What they have chosen to be is between themselves, the afterlife, and God at this point.

Moving on! To my smaller framed girls wanting to gain pounds. Whilst, the haters be hating. 🙄 This, should help you out. Just say the following, three times.

"Because you steal my peace, for my smaller frame; I steal your pounds, for my gain. Three time thrice.

Because you steal my peace, for my smaller frame; I steal your pounds, for my gain. Three time thrice.

Because you steal my peace, for my smaller frame; I steal your pounds, for my gain. Three time thrice.

As above, and so below. Thus, mote it be! " (3×).

There's the last spell, for this list!

I hope, all my spells listed here, will help you out. Please, know that if you are being abused or bullied, it's important to get yourself to safety. Do what you need to do, to better the situation. This can include defending yourself, moving locations, and so forth. If you need to, report it.

Just please stay safe, guys. I hope you all, will get you through this. May heaven and justice be in your favor in those times, against others mistreatment and crimes. Blessed be! Amen.

Thanks for viewing, my starries! See y'all another day. With that, sayounara and adieu!

#witchblr #witchcraft #magick tips #christian witch #spellwork #spells #magick #magic #haters #diet #protection #grimoire #list #spell tips #advice #wellbeing

[quarksbar]

Dinfeld Mermaid!Au fic

Listen I don't know what happen but I got possessed by the ghost of obscure fanfiction today and I wrote a Dinfeld Mermaid!Au fic. So what's hilarious is that this is suppose to be a one-shot but I didn't actually get to the part that inspired the fic in the first place? So maybe part 2 eventually? Idk, don't look at me for like a week. Also not beta read, obviously, but hopefully I caught most of the glaring grammar mistakes.

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Mermaid Au

With his bounty dead, and his few guests scattered, Din was about to take his leave when movement caught his eye.

There was a large tank in the corner of the wide room. Water features were common in homes on this planet, a tank this large had to be holding something, but the water was too murky to make out anything. The walls stood 5 feet tall, with steps leading up the side, this was the ground floor so it was possible the tank went deeper. 

Another movement, and Din reached for his blaster, but didn’t unholster it. Finally a man’s head popped up, hands reached the top of the tank and he lifted his upper half out of the tank. Ah, merfolk. Din had come across a few in his time, but they weren’t usually kept in such condition. The scales he could see on its arms were dull and dark, black scales weren’t unusual in merfolk but tended to have a healthy shimmer on them, the scales on this guy lacked it. He was skinny with sunken eyes, clearly been neglected for some time now. 

“Dang, you really did a number on him, huh…” they said, looking over at who Din now assumed was their owner’s body. Din didn’t really know what to say so he turned around and headed towards the exit.

“Hey, wait!” they called out.

Din stopped, and turned his head, as if to say well, I’m waiting.

“Listen, as soon as everyone knows that bastard’s dead, they’ll come here to ransack the place. That means either I’m gonna get left here to starve or I’m getting turned into fish food, you gotta help me out,” they pleaded. 

“That’s not really my problem, so…”

“Oh come on, you jerk. There’s a cove not so far from here, I can sense it. Just dump me there and be on your way.”

“How do you expect me to do that, carry you there? Forget it!”

“Jackass! Don’t you know if a merfolk asks you for help, you gotta help them or you end up cursed! Just look what happen to that fucker!” they said, pointing at its former owner. 

If Din didn’t have his helmet on, he’d be scratching the back of his head in frustration. Instead he sighed and headed again to the exit, ignoring the cursing that echoed behind him.

—

Din found what he was looking for, he figured his dead bounty had to have transported the merfolk somehow. He found a truck out back, the bed of it modified to be watertight. Din had taken a hose and started filling the bed, the water pressure sucked, so it was taking a while. Once he felt it was sufficient, he grabbed a tarp that was inside the truck and headed back inside.

As though the merfolk could sense him, they popped back out of the water with a look of surprise.

“You? You came back?”

“Never left,” Din said as he climbed the stairs on the side of the tank, there was a platform, where he spread out the tarp. “Do you need help getting out or…”

“I can do it!” he said, seemingly figuring out what Din was gonna do. He lifted himself out of the water tank, flopped on to the tarp, it took a few odd looking push ups to drag himself further out. Din finally got a better look at him, he was a lot longer than what he would’ve guessed. His tail was long and black, covered in scars. The scars on his upper half were more clear, claw marks.

“Hm, you were a fighter.” 

“Oh, wow, tough and smart, you’re the whole package, ain’t ya,” he grumbled out. “That’s what merfolks are for, either that or living art piece bullshit.”

Din almost apologized, but there was no real point in doing so. Let’s just get this over with…

He picked up the merfolk, bundling the tarp around him, he was a lot lighter than expected, but his length made it risky to keep balance, especially if he was gonna be walking down those steps.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” Din just realized now how vulnerable a position he just put himself in. Stupid…

“You use that line on all the merfolks you come across,” the cheeky bastard grinned as he reached up to Din.

“Shut up.”

He actually listened, and Din took one step at a time and carried the merfolk down. 

“Hey, what is this stuff you’re wearing? It’s shiny, like my scales were,” the merfolk asked, once they were at the bottom, looking at his blurry reflection on Din’s chest. 

“My armor? It’s beskar.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to carry me without it?”

“My people don’t take our armor off in front of outsiders.”

“Really? So what do you look like under there,” the merfolk asked, eyes squinted, trying to glance up his helmet.

“I will drop you right here if you even try to take off my helmet.”

He felt the merfolk tighten his grip around him.

“Alright, alright, sorry… so? You have a name?”

Din thought  for a moment, “Din, my name Din.”

“Well, Din, I’m Migs.”

“Migs?”

“Yes, Din, I’m Migs,” Migs said, clearly annoyed and actually saying, what? Like Din is any better.

—

Din carried Migs out, and placed him in the back of the truck. He asked him which way the cove was and Migs shrugged and vaguely pointed east. Din started driving and turned the navigator on and was surprised that there really was a cove a few miles off like Migs had said. 

Huh, merfolk are weird.

The sun was setting by the time they reached the place. Din backed the truck into the water.

He got out of the truck and looked at Migs. He was looking at awe out at the water, and also deep apprehension. 

“Migs, have you ever been in open water?”

“Not… not since I was a kid,” he said breathlessly, not looking away from the water.

“Will you be safe out here?”

“I don’t know, but I'd rather try to survive out here, than wait to die in that shitty tank,” Migs looked more determined but didn’t make a move towards the water yet.

Din thought for a moment then walked back to the truck’s door, and started to remove his gloves, followed by his gauntlets.

“What are you doing?” Migs looked at him, very confused. 

“Taking off my armor.” Din answered, very matter-of-factly.

“I thought you said you weren’t allowed to do that?”

“I can take off my armor, I can’t take off my helmet.”

“But why are you doing that?”

“Because it would be a very bad idea to go into the water in full armor.”

Migs continued to watch Din. Din felt a bit silly once he was down to his undergarments and lonely helmet, but he set the feeling aside and walked into the water. 

He reached the tailgate and unlocked it, sending the water, and Migs, rushing out. He reached out to catch Migs, he knew he wasn’t at risk for drowning, but figured that Migs would want to orient himself in the water. 

“Jackass!” sputtered Migs, spitting out water. 

“Is that a term of endearment among your people?”

“Shut up.” It seemed to be hitting Migs that he was finally out in the water. Maybe not out in the open sea, but you can’t compare the feeling of the cove to that of a tank that sat in someone's living room. A large living room, but still.

“It feels different.”

“How?”

“There’s no echo, I can feel water, just going and going…”

Din thinks of how he feels inside his helmet at times, sometimes he just doesn’t want barriers between him and the outside world, he just wants to breathe.

“Come on,” Din drags Migs further out. At this point Migsreally doesn’t have to hold on to him anymore but it seems to center him. 

He’s clingy…

The water is reaching his chest when Migs finally lets go. Din watches Migs’ tail move up and down in the water. Migs dips his head under, and he swims a lap around Din, then another, then another and he goes further out each time. 

He pops out of the water, with the largest smile on his face. He swims up to Din and brings his forehead to his. “Thank you, Din.”

Din tries not to startle, relax, he doesn't know what that means to my people.

He briefly wonders though, what Migs would’ve done if he wasn’t wearing a helmet just now. 

“You’re welcome, Migs. I guess this means I’m not cursed then?”

“You didn’t really believe that, did ya?”

“Nope.” 

Migs laughs at that, and Din moves back out of the water. 

“Hey, are you gonna be sticking around here?” Din asked.

“I mean, probably. I sense there've been other merfolk around here before but I can’t sense any nearby right now. I don’t think I’d fare well in the open sea just yet, but I will go out if I have to.”

“In that case, I’ll see you around Migs.”

“See ya, Din, don’t be a stranger.” With that Migs ducked back into the water and Din headed back to the truck and put his armor back on. He started the truck and drove out, only briefly catching the reflection of a flickering tail in the disappearing sun. 

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(God, this guy is clingy, said the touch starved dude about the other touch starved dude)

#text #fanfic #dinfeld #din djarin #migs mayfeld

[adleryoung]

"Ooh, me!" Burnside exclaimed, waving her hand in the air. "Me me me! I gotta thought an' a concern!"

"Does it involve disembowelment and/or skinning alive?" I asked.

"Welllll…" Burnside stalled thoughtfully. "Best case scenario, I reckon it would."

"Can I just say no, and leave it at that?"

"Nuh uh," she insisted, with a vigorous head shake.

"Now the way I see it," Burnside explained, "it's a doggone waste to just have me patrollin' the forest. Them rabbits don't never come in here anymore. Instead I figure it'd be best to start huntin' em. Bring the fight to them, so to speak. Leavin' a few skinned, headless torsos hangin' in the trees right at the edge o' the woods'd put the fear o' Fuma in 'em right quick. Heck, I could prob'ly sneak into their village at night and take care of 'em all at one time."

"YEEK!" Rebecca gasped. "Oh don't do that! I know they're mostly a bunch of jerks, but I still know a lot of them! My parents and siblings live there!"

"Now now," I soothed. "There's no way I would authorize that. It's much too Unseelie, and it also would be counterproductive. I want there to be an aura of menace hanging around these woods, so the locals dread it and won't come in here … but hanging headless bodies around would outrage everyone. We'd have the whole population of the island up in arms and trying to burn the forest down, with me inside it. Additionally, massacring the entire village would leave nobody around to dread the legend of the White Elf. Who's going to whisper tales of my unknowable elfly doings around the fireplace on a winter's night, if there's nobody left alive?"

"But it's their dang prayers keepin' you from scryin' past the edge o' the woods," Burnside protested.

"I can work around that limitation," I replied. "When I am finally able to leave this stone circle, then I'll find out how much force their prayers really have on me. Meanwhile, their superstitious dread only adds to my mystique. I can use this, I'm sure of it! There is always a Seelie option, if you think hard enough."

"Too much thinkin' an not enough doin," Burnside grumbled. "That's why the Seelie fall farther and farther behind."

"No," I decided. "You do not have my permission to commit atrocities in the rabbit village. I don't want you wandering too far afield and getting distracted from your main duty, which is to guard me and my loyal followers. Also, for the short term, I need you to assist with my magick experiments. If strangers stray into the forest, then they are yours to do with as you please. I don't want to know anything about it. The rest of you, spread the word amid the surrounding communities that a horrible monster haunts these woods and they had best not enter."

"AW," Burnside groaned. "It'll be so BORING if nobody ever trespasses! Why not tell 'em all to come to the party instead!"

"Sir," Vernier interjected. "These orders seem to be at cross purposes with your other intention of inviting potential servants and allies to find you. You'll have no followers if Miss Burnside murders every stranger who enters the forest."

She had a point. My heart swelled with admiration at Vernier's cleverness. She was such a valuable asset to my team! I paused for a moment to maintain my serious face.

"I suppose I'll have to think of some other way to deal with this," I mused. "For now, Burnside, you should tie up or otherwise restrain any intruders, and bring them to me - UNINJURED -"

"Dagnabbit!" Burnside objected.

"Uninjured!" I repeated. "Anyone accompanied by one of our group should be allowed to pass. Bring unaccompanied strangers to me so that I may pass judgment on them. Now, if no one else has anything to add, I declare this meeting to be adjourned."

#furry #elves #story #adventure #cartoon #plot #tboay

[nsokolow]

Little Weasel, Big City: Chapter 25

“Oh! You told your girlfriend here about me! Must be gettin’ serious!” Destiny grinned and batted her eyes. “Now, look. As much as it looks like it, this project ain’t makin’ me a whole lotta money, yet this project was PJ’s idea. I was the brains, she was the heart. She promised me a buncha’ money if I brought her dream to reality. I don’t think her wallet’s exactly heavy, but I’ll take anythin’ I can get at this point.”

“Dest, I’m sorry you’re mad, but why’d you have us kidnapped? Are you nuts?” Duke tried to reach up at the animal’s hands.

“Yeah!” Leilani nodded at Duke. “You’re lucky I didn’t call the police! I would’ve if I knew where we were when we were in the trailer!”

“Hence, the lack of windows.” Destiny chuckled.

“Did you do the whole explodin’ recalled toy and bomb in the car?” Duke tried to kick back at the animal, but still failed to reach him.

“Yes and no; it wasn’t a real bomb, but it’s satisfyin’ to know I was able to fool you!”

“But…we took it somewhere else and it exploded!” Leilani furrowed her brow.

Destiny threw her head back. “Dang it! I thought I told them to make a fake—never mind!”

“What do you want? I’m your brother! Why’d you do this to me! To us!” Duke jerked his body in all directions, but the animal didn’t budge.

“Simple!” Destiny pulled her phone out of her hoodie pocket and tapped the screen.

The animals carried Leilani and Duke over to the couch. They sat on the couch and held the weasels on their laps.

“Whoa! It’s like I’m five again!” Leilani gasped. “You want us to pretend we’re a family and make money off of it with your fame? We’ll be like, in a sitcom? Yay!”

Destiny raised an eyebrow. “What? No! I—“ Destiny slapped her forehead. “You’re going to look at the lens very seriously, and say that what you reported wasn’t true. You’ll say that it was the plants havin’ their effect on you. Then I’m sendin’ this to the ZPD.”

“Uh, Dest, don’t you think it’s gonna look kinda suspicious that we’re bein’ held onto by these huge animals?” Duke tried to jump off the animal’s lap, but could barely lift himself off.

“Heard of editing? Psh…get with the times, Duke.”

“I’m only ten years older than you!”

“We can’t do this!” Leilani exclaimed, “Don’t you see? This project has been putting animals in danger! Maybe animals don’t have to turn into hybrids to learn to be kind to hybrids, and maybe you can get money some other way!”

“Sorry, toots. I need the money. Don’t got a lotta time left.” Destiny held her phone up. “Okay! Recording in three…two…”

“Seriously, Destiny! Gettin’ money isn’t worth it!” Duke jolted. “Did I just say that? Never mind. Look, there’s nothing you need it for—“

“—My Mad Weasel Disease came back!”

#disney #zootopia #zootopia fanfiction #zootopia oc #duke weaselton

[lostcausezz]

Study Date

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱/ 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8𝐤

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫/ 𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @getoswhore

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

It was a normal day or so you thought it was. You got up and got your things and headed towards your campus for a day of school. You expected it to be chill and for you to go and relax there and go to the library and study.

You normally wouldn't go there but since you had a project coming you decided that it would most likely be the best idea to get a partner. You headed to your class and you walked down the hall until you hit the end of the hall. You opened the door and walked to the back of the study hall and sat down and waited on your teacher.

As you sat in the back of the class you noticed that a six foot three man with long hair pulled to the back in a bun made eye contact with you. A chill flowed through your body as you remembered him from your old school. It was more a fling and a summer relationship you thought you would never see again. Covering yourself you placed your journal over your face hoping he would forget the sight of you.

You knew that wouldn't work but you still gave it a try. Looking down the stairs you saw his shoes approach you. He sat his book beside you and and tapped it against the table and looked at you with a smirk and moved himself close to your ear. "Don't tell me you forgot about me already bubs." Turning your head to look at him, your eyes widened as you remembered the times he would call you by that name.

His presence made you nervous and you clenched your legs together and scooted over a little. Randomly you felt a tug at your chair and he pulled it towards him. Settling for the seat you waited for the class to be over so you could go talk to your friend with benefits on a day when you could go over to their place.

The teacher came in and said that it would be a make-up work day so you chose to use the free time to just go on your phone. Scrolling through the apps on your home screen looking for your iMessage app. The thing was you and Geto never officially broke up or said the words to end things off but it didn't matter to you since you didn't see him in so long.

Your phone vibrated and looking down at your screen you could see that the person who texted you was gojo. The notification said "I'm waiting for you outside of your class." You looked up to see the time and just as you were getting up you saw your teacher make an announcement saying, "THE PERSON YOU SAT NEXT TO IN CLASS TODAY IS YOUR STUDY BUDDY FOR THE TEST!"

A huff left your mouth as much as you wanted to have getou in your presence you didn't want him to know your motives. Gathering your things you walked down the stairs and saw Gono at the door with a cocky smirk on his face. "Wassup babes, what time are you coming over?" A feeling of someone's arm drifting over your shoulder. You looked at Getou and then looked at Gojo. The tension began to get high.

Getou took you and the feeling was mutual since you weren't fighting his arm being around you but dang. You just missed out on some good dick. He guided you to the library and took you to the back of the library. The thing about your class it was to help with the two of yalls similar careers with being a sex therapist. You were studying the pleasures of each body part.

In the section you two were in was where no one could see unless they really were nosy. You had a feeling of what could exactly happen but you tried to ignore the signs. You pulled the book for class out and looked over to see Getou putting his hair in a ponytail to the back.

"So y/n why did you think we broke up in the summer and you go off and mess with Gojo. Whew a downgrade." You looked over to see him pull you closer to him and he had his face in contact with yours and you stared into his eyes and both of your breathing got heavy. The tension was too much as you pulled your lips onto his and he placed his hand on your cheek as you began to kiss. Hums came from the kiss as y’all were trying to be as quiet as you can.

You parted from kissing and got up and he did as well and you approached him. His hands wrapped around your legs and he picked you up and placed you against a bookshelf and just as you were getting ready for him he asked, “Is it okay if I put it in?” You nodded and went back into the kiss he had one hand wrapped around your back and began to pull down his underwear and moved yours to the side as he slowly inserted himself into you.

He began to bounce you up and down on his dick while in the air creating ruckus in the “silent” library. “Fuck” you cooed as you could feel yourself about to climax. He placed his hand over your mouth and shook no his head as you were so close to screaming in the pleasure he was giving you. Tears started flowing down your eyes since you had to hold back. Crying was new to you in this situation but you liked it.

He suddenly put you down and pulled his pants up and you were confused until he took your hand. This day was eventful but you loved the rush you were getting. It gave you thoughts of when you two were back in the summer and you did things carefree with no worries in the world.

He brought you to the men’s dorms and took you down the hall to his dorm. You stood by the door for a second until he unlocked it and pulled you in the room and pinned you behind the door. Your breathing got heavy and your heart started to beat fast as he was looking down at you. “Y/n I hope you didn’t think I forgot about you messing with gojo.”

You turned your head looking over to the side trying to ignore him and the look he was giving you made you nervous. He placed his hand under your chin and made you look him in the eyes. “Now bubs why be so shy now you were just so bold in the library an hour ago. You want to finish this off?”

You nodded and he pressed his lips against yours and pressed his hand on the back of your and turned you around and walked you towards the bed. He wrapped both of his hands around your back and both of y'all fell onto the bed.

As you were on the bed he moved his hand up from around the surfaces of your back and slid it up from your stomach and up around your neck. A smirk was plastered on his face as you looked at him in his eyes. "How do my fingers feel around your delicate skin."

"Good." He moved your legs up in the air and positioned them on his shoulders. He pulled his pants down and since your underwear was still off from the library he rubbed his tip against your opening and inserted himself into you. Your head went back as a huge moan left your mouth.

His strokes were slow which was suspicious to you. So the urge to just say something was getting to you until he placed his hands on your cheek and pulled you close as your mouth was open and spit into your mouth. You were surprised but intrigued.

He took his hands from your cheek and did two deep strokes into you where you could feel every inch in your stomach. As he saw your face and you gave him the look of nothing but lust in your eyes he pulled out just before you were about to get your orgasm and flipped you over.

"Getou what the fuck!" He went close to your ear and whispered "Shut the fuck up and take this dick you whore." You obeyed what he said and you arched your back face down ass up. He placed his hands on your hips and put his dick into you and began to give you backshots.

The feeling of your ass hitting his chest gave you a new sense of pleasure you thought you wouldn't feel. Getou began to speed up his speed and loved the way your ass jiggled as he was in you. Getou slapped your ass as a punishment for fucking getou when he wasn't around. "Aah, more." He seemed confused but since you liked it he continued and each hit made you wetter for him. You could feel yourself about to cum and he loved the sounds that were made as you were covering his dick in your white coat.

Getou's moans were deep but attractive as you heard the pleasure he got from being in you. "Fuck, y/n I missed this." He pulled out of you and just as he was about to cum on your stomach you turned around and crawled towards him. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft and you began to jerk him off while looking into his eyes.

The demanding look he gave you previously changed as he was submitting to your every movement. You placed your lips on the tip of his dick and began to insert his dick into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down while moving your hand up and down his dick. "Ahh" the sounds of his moans motivated you more to make him fill your cheeks up.

The pace you were going went faster and you could see his soul leaving his body. The veins of his dick began to poke out as he was getting hard and was about to reach his limit. He placed his hand on your head and tilted it back so you could look him in the eyes.

"Y/n is it okay if I thrust a little?" You nodded as his dick was still in your mouth. He began thrusting and tears filled the brim of your eyes as you felt him go deeper and deeper in your throat. A whole load of spit left your mouth each thrust and covered his lower torso. After three thrust he tilted his head back and filled your cheeks with his cum.

You swallowed each of his kids and Getou saw the tears in your eyes with the little smile you gave him. Pulling you close to his face he wiped your tears off with his thumbs and kissed your lips and looked you in the eyes and said.

"Don't forget you're only my whore"

#anime smut #anime x y/n #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto x y/n #geto smut #getou smut #jjk geto #nova writes 🪐 #getou suguru smut #smutshot

[astaroth1357]

"Hi kinda new. I don't know if this is where requests go, but if you haven't done it yet can I request an MC sneaking into the boys beds?" ~irenethehotdog

The MC Sneaks Into the Brothers' Beds While They're Asleep

@irenethehotdog don’t worry, I found ya anyway. 😁 Sooo there was a kind of tender way I could have played this… but then there was a funny way. I hope you're alright that I went with the funny way. 😅 I got two bed requests that are kind of similar-ish but how I’m interpreting them makes them just different enough to warrant two different asks. Here's the first one!

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Warning: Comical nudity? Is that NSFW-ish?

Intro:

Sometimes everybody needs a little comfort, especially in the middle of the night. Any number of things could have drawn the MC out of their bed: bad dreams, nagging thoughts, just general fear of the darkness of Hell that surrounded them, but they decided to try to soothe their unease with the company of their demonic housemates! Wonder how that turned out for them..?

Lucifer

I mean, if you’re feeling a little alone at night, maybe a little scared, it would only be natural to want to seek solace with the strongest person in the nearest vicinity, right? ...Right?

To say it was maybe ill-advised to just climb into bed with Lucifer would be an understatement… Frankly, if the enchantments he had on his door weren’t specifically meant for Mammon then they might have ended up in a very compromised position. But somehow, they managed to infiltrate the demon’s private sanctuary and get right up to his bed.

Now, Lucifer is not a heavy sleeper. Not at all. He’s grown pretty accustomed to waking up at all hours of the night because of his brother’s antics, so he felt the shifting weight on his mattress almost instantly.

They probably weren’t expecting him to suddenly jerk upright and spin towards them, fireball in hand ready to lob at their face... but that’s what they got.

After realizing that it was just the human and not Mammon coming in to take his stuff again, he made them sit down in front of his fireplace while he gave them a looong lecture about personal boundaries and how it’s really not smart to sneak up on demons like that… 

But he was still sympathetic to their sleep-deprived state so he offered them some tea and Devildom sleep remedies in hopes of getting them back to bed. ...Just not his. Back to your bed with you, MC.

Mammon

Mammon was their “babysitter.” Their protector. Their guardian. So why wouldn’t they want to go to him on a difficult night?

Getting into Mammon’s bed was hardly a challenge, sure they had to tiptoe through the garbage heap that made up his bedroom floor but it wasn’t Mission Impossible or anything…

What did catch them off guard was just how… not clothed he felt after they slid in under his covers. Like, pretty much wearing nothing at all. Not even a pair of courtesy boxers. 😓

It was their squeal as they flung themselves out of the bed that actually woke Mammon up. They had him ripping the covers off, ready to leap into action and everything, which definitely didn’t help matters. (Or maybe it did, depending on your point of view 🤷‍♀️).

Both parties pretty much turned into a cursing/blushing mess as he shot them embarrassed, rapid-fire questions while desperately trying to pull on some sweats. Meanwhile the MC stayed plastered up against the wall of his bedroom, answering him in equally defensive shouts.

Eventually, their fuss woke up Lucifer who was quick to send both of them back to their respective beds. The House teased them mercilessly for weeks… How were they supposed to know Mammon slept naked??

Leviathan

Levi might be a… strange choice for bedmate at first glance (he doesn’t really even sleep in bed, but a tub hardly meant for two people). However, there’s a certain level of approachability to him, isn’t there? Considering his own struggles with anxiety, maybe they thought he could relate…?

They tried knocking on his door first, thinking he might have been gaming, but there was no answer. When they walked in and found the otaku actually asleep for once, it seemed like their wishes might have actually been granted!

...But then came the actual trouble of trying to get into bed with Levi to start with. There wasn’t really an easy way to squeeze their body in past his because the tub was so dang narrow…

Any rational person might have just given up on the venture, but not MC. Whatever's possessed them to want to sleep with this awkward shut-in has a pretty good hold on them yet.

Lack of sleep might have been what gave them the bright idea to just try and lay on top of Levi veeerrry sooooftlllly…. Which is how the poor demon woke up to them halfway straddling his waist in the middle of the night.

His remarkably high-pitched scream woke up the whole dang House and the sheer amount of force he used when trying to jerk out of the tub toppled it over… Even after many apologies (and a trip to go buy a new tub), Levi still double locks his door at night to this day… 😓

Satan

Really an odd choice there, not going to lie. They’re well aware of the possibility that they could accidentally wake him and he maaaay not be the best waker (what being Wrath and all) but if it’s irrational worries that got you down, why not go to the most rational person in the House? Sounds like a perfectly logical decision, right?

That might have been what their half-baked disillusions were telling them on the way to Satan's bedroom but actually standing in front of the sleeping man was a whole other story. They felt crazy, genuinely crazy… But they still slipped in under the covers anyway.

Satan stirred almost immediately and turned to face them… but his eyes could hardly keep focus and the look of dopey confusion on his face could have honestly made the perfect screen background. "Huuuuuh…? MC…? What're you doin' 'ere…?"

They kind of had to hold in a laugh while they explained that they just wanted to sleep next to him that night. Satan beamed them an oddly serene smile and just nodded. "Okaaay…" With that he seemed to roll over to go back to sleep… but his mind caught back up with him before his drowsiness did.

"Wait a minute..." Ah shit….

 Like Lucifer, Satan ended up giving them a pretty good lecture on boundaries and the like when he finally snapped out of his stupor. Thankfully he wasn't mad, just a little embarrassed that they had seen him like that. He offered them a good book or two to pass the time if they couldn't sleep, but sent them back to bed all the same.

Asmodeus

Asmo probably doesn’t get people coming into his bed with completely chaste intentions very often, but he’s by far the most emotionally in-tuned demon in the House. If they're after a little sympathy, best just go to Asmo right?

They weren't really sure what to expect when they walked into his room... Does Asmo sleep like a Disney Princess, hair and makeup done perfectly in defiance of all laws of beauty?

Does he sleep like a '60s housewife, with curlers in his hair and leftover chips of mud mask on his face?

Does he sleep like the god of all sex that he is, sculpted chest for the eyes to see and everything underneath laid bare like a honeypot of temptation??

The MC doesn't really get to know, because when they pulled back the covers to climb inside they were met by the sight of someone else's very naked ass taking up the spot where they thought Asmo should be.

They go back to their room willingly, dejected and maybe a little scarred... Apparently they were just too late to the party...

Beelzebub

Okay, everything about Beel screams “Hello! I’m a warm comforting teddy bear!”...aside from the hungry parts. It’s really not hard to see why they’d want to go to him if they’re feeling a little vulnerable.

They didn't worry too much about being quiet when they walked into the twins' room. Belphie could sleep through a rock concert and Beel wasn't too far behind him (as long as he wasn't hungry).

They figured that the tall twin wouldn't mind too much if they just crawled into bed with him… He had make a similar request of them before, it was only fair right?

As they were preparing their tired body for a good night's sleep, they gently pulled the covers back next to Beel but they probably weren't expecting to find so many food wrappers surrounding him… or bags of chips… or packages of cookies… or-

Apparently Beel had yet another sleep-eating run and this time he seemed to have brought the whole kitchen back with him. There was hardly enough room left for Beel anymore, let alone the MC!

Considering their options were to either wedge themselves between a havoc roast and a bag of jerky or just brave one more night on their own, they cut their losses early and went back to their own bed...

Belphegor

They didn’t have to know Belphie since Day One of being there to pick up on how hard he slept. The man was pretty much in a coma for most of the day and that included his nightly rests too. Would he even notice if they… per say… slipped into bed with him to get a little comfort from their nightmares? Surely, he’d stay asleep, right?

When they didn't see his sleeping form in the room he shared with Beel, the MC eventually found Belphie up in the attic room. His little hideaway with a plush-ass bed to boot.

They didn’t bother being quiet at all. They figured that Belphie could have stayed under for anything short of banging pots and pans in his ears so why try to mask their footsteps?

They never expected him to be awake. 😰

The moment they lifted the covers, Belphie struck like some kind of blanket crocodile! He grabbed them by the waist and dragged them into the spot of the bed right under him with a impish grin on his face.

Turns out they weren't the only ones having sleeping problems that night and as they felt the full weight of his worn out body settle in nicely up against theirs they knew that maybe, finally, they'd get a good night's sleep… 🤭

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me requests #obey me scenarios

[alch3mic]

Beast taking care of sick s/o (writing prompt)

you: And don’t even think about coming over!! 😤

bonehead: too late im already at the store ill be over soon

you: Omg I’m fine! I can take care of myself so just go home!!

bonehead: if you say so

Stars above he was just way too stubborn sometimes! It really made you wonder what you saw in such a single-minded brute like him..

....

Okay, well you certainly saw a lot.

He was sweet, incredibly charming, very thoughtful and always knew just what to say to make you laugh. That's why you loved spending so much time with that dork.. but today...

The two of you technically already had plans to meet with some friends today for a night out on the town, that is until you woke up a few hours ago with a killer headache and a throat dryer than the desert that no amount of water seemed to satisfy. Despite your best efforts to push forward and go about your day, it was no use. It was too hard to even leave the bed much less spend a whole night out so you just had to cancel.

Of course Sans being the ever observant skeleton he was, thoughtfully asked why and you just merely responded with 'I'm not feeling great'.

Now THAT was the understatement of the century.

Hell you were practically sweating bullets now with a fever threatening to constantly shove you over the edge of dizziness, but still you... you just..

You just didn't want to trouble Sans anymore than you probably did.

Having to cancel your plans already put you in such a sour mood that all you wanted to do was just lay down and wallow in your own misery.

Alone.

By yourself.

With no one else around.

Not even your big, loveable boyfriend.

.....Dammit.

You finally set your phone down with a huff, burying your face back into your pillow as your whole body ached in pain.

Ugh, you felt like absolute garbage.

Plus you just turned Sans away! You knew it actually wasn't really all that much trouble for him to go around town with that teleporting ability of his.. but still!

You felt like such a jerk, all because you were still frustrated about canceling your plans and your head was such a clouded mess of illness and emotions.

..And now you missed him.

Great. Just great.

Maybe if you weren't so stubborn you'd text him again saying 'Just kidding! Please come over. I miss you so much!' but oh boy would he never let you hear the end of it.

..Or maybe he'd take some pity on you because you're not feeling well.

....Knowing him he'd probably just say something funny, like a joke or a cheesy pun that'd have you smiling in a matter of moments.. like..

“honey, i’m home~!”

..Yeah.. something goofy like tha-

...Huh?

"HUH?" you sat up, quickly regretting that decision as your head spun in circles.

Ugh, okay maybe you were even worse off than you thought. Now in your desperation you were imagining hearing your boyfriend down the hall, like he'd just stepped through the front do-

"ah, there's my little beauty."

....!

"Y-you-!" you choked out, glancing at Sans as he stood in the doorway. "What are you..!"

"you said go home right? well i'm home now sugar, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing, alright?" he said with a wink, throwing his jacket on to your desk before sitting on the edge of your bed.

"That's not what I.."

His touch silenced you as he gently brushed the back of his hand against your forehead, the cool feeling of his bone a very welcome relief to the heat swarming your brain.

"stars yer burnin' up something fierce doll.. why don't ya lay back down for me and relax a little, hm?"

"...Ok.."

The amount of concern and tenderness in your tone made you too weak to resist, carefully easing yourself back to laying down in your bed. Luckily Sans' cold hand followed, carefully moving aside some messy strands of hair as he lightly stroked your cheek.

"that's a good little kitten.." he murmured gently, making you flush a bit more. "i gotcha some stuff that'll hopefully help. gotta admit i don't really know a whole lot about human illnesses but thankfully the ol' internets always got some answers.."

Your eyes felt a bit heavier listening to the rumble of his voice beside you, barely catching the sounds of him rustling through a bag until he placed something even colder against your cheek, making you squeak.

"hehe... yer too cute."

"S-shuddup.." you muttered, grasping on to whatever he was handing you.

It seemed like a sports drink of some kind, the coldness and bright color reminding you of just how dang thirsty you were.

There was a bit more rustling as he pulled something else from the bag.

"..Cold medicine?"

"heh.. yeah i uh, wasn't sure what'cha got so i figured grabbin' the most common thing would be alright... no good?"

"No! That... that's great actually," you said, taking the bottle from his hands and giving it a lookover as a small laugh sipped out. "You just had to buy the most expensive brand huh?"

"hey, nothin' but the best for my kitten," he said, gently reaching out to place his hand on your cheek again.

You giggled, setting down the medicine before grasping on to his arm and settling into his touch.

"Thank you Sans.." you said softly, closing your eyes for a moment. "..I'm sorry I had to cancel tonight."

"didn't i say not to worry your pretty little head sweetheart?" he chuckled, his thumb now lightly caressing your flushed skin. "besides, we got plenty of opportunities to go out again. what matters right now is that you focus on gettin' better.. so is there anything else ya need?"

"Just you," you muttered gently, your eyes feeling heavy again.

Luckily you didn't miss out on the slight flush of red that found its way to his cheekbones, that goofy smile that you've come to love so much now on his face.

"Stay with me?"

"always."

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#anyways please enjoy some beast taking care of his beauty! #the two probably spend the night snugglin in bed #beast!sans #sans #undertale #underfell #underfell sans #sans x reader #reader insert #undertale au #wickedtale #alch!writes #alch!answers #anon

[gogglor]

Cap-Ironman RecWeek: What-If Wednesday

Time for another installment of @cap-ironman rec week! Today’s theme: AU’s.

I know AU’s in different settings are half the reason most people read fanfics, but they’re not really my thing on the whole. AU’s where different choices are made, or different events transpire? Absolutely. Coffee shops? Not my cup of... you know.

So, here’s my AU recommendations for mostly “turn left” scenarios. This time with an under-the-cut break so I don’t take over everyone’s timelines (sorry about that last post). Also with some summaries truncated for length.

Alone Like This

Author: GotTheSilver

Word Count: 7,452

Summary: Steve, post waking up, runs away from SHIELD, and Tony's the one who tracks him down.

Why You Should Read It:

First off, GotTheSilver’s been consistently and regularly putting out solid Stony since 2012 and not only are they not stopping, they’re only getting better. This writer doesn’t get nearly the fanfare I’d expect in Stony circles for someone who puts out this much good stuff, and here’s hoping this post can be a part of changing that.

While I am always a sucker for enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, there’s something to be said for stories where Steve and Tony hit it off right away. And watching these two very different people look at each other and see the same sense of being lost, then finding each other again is... excuse me, there’s something in my eye, ignore me.

Second Chance Lives

Author: raeldaza

Word Count: 43,872

Summary: Tony's gonna die of palladium poisoning anyway, why not join a pointless expedition to recover Captain America’s body? And after, well, why not dedicate his last few months to making sure an American hero settles into his new life? What else is he going to do, get drunk at parties?

Why You Should Read It:

This writer doesn’t write a lot for the MCU but when they do, dang.

“Tony is the one helping Steve acclimate to the new century before Avengers 2012″ is a whole genre of Stony fanfics that scratch an itch I didn’t even know I had before I started reading fanfiction, and this is one of the best ones out there. It’s got it all - Steve poorly coping with his PTSD, Tony poorly coping with his immanent mortality, some breathtakingly poor communication between the two most emotionally stunted men in the MCU, and a cat named Roomba. What’s not to love?

Should You Choose to Accept It

Author: elwenyere (look, you’re gonna be seeing a lot of them this week, sorry-not-sorry)

Word Count: 27,106

Summary: After a terrorist attack and a field operation gone wrong, the Avengers realize that Nick Fury's secrets are just the start of a much bigger mystery. Steve and Tony try to keep some things from each other as well, but that can't possibly affect the mission — right? Mission Fic + Getting Together (or Mission: Getting Together) that mashes up elements from Iron Man 3, CA: Winter Soldier, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. season one, and Mission Impossible 3.

Why You Should Read It:

You can see my post yesterday for singing El’s praises, but what I really liked about this fic was how how damn creative it is. The CAWS/IM3/AOS mashup is everything I wished the actual MCU gave us and more, with well-developed characters and an exciting story to put them in. And because it’s El, you know the banter’s gonna be on point, the way the characters care for each other is gonna be emotionally constipated but touching, and the pacing’s gonna be exciting enough to draw you in and keep you there. Also, this fic doesn’t have nearly enough kudos so please go read it and fix that or I’m gonna have to try to hack AO3 and that’ll just be embarrassing for all parties involved.

What Happens In Vegas

Author: sabremc

Word Count: 161,951

Summary: “What the hell, Tony?” Rhodey demanded brusquely.  Tony winced and drew the phone away from his ear.  “You’ve got cops and Feds all over the hotel.  I’m watching you perp walk out of the police station on repeat on CNN.  They’re saying you tried to bribe Stern?  Fox News has you selling weapons on the black market, and God that picture they’re using is the one from Bali in ’09.   You look like shit.  They wheeled Stern out and put him in an ambulance, by the way.  Got some paparazzi swearing you decked the guy.  Now they’ve got ‘copters following it like he’s OJ.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Sourpatch, I’ve got it covered.   Uh, though, I should probably tell you that, purely in the interests of national security and the greater good, I kind of had to fake marry that stripper-gram  you sent.  Thanks for that, by the way,” Tony added quickly.

Why You Should Read It:

If you’re deep enough into Stony to see posts like this on Tumblr, you probably know sabre’s what we in the business call a “big name author.” They’re prolific, they’re popular, and most importantly, they write words good (technical term). Seriously, sabre just keeps cranking out high quality stuff over and over again, raising the bar for the rest of us like a jerk (not really. I’m not bitter they write stuff so good I wish I’d thought of it first. Not at all.)

I never read stripper!Steve or stripper!Tony as a rule, but this came so widely recommended that I broke that rule and boy am I glad that I did. This is also the only fic on this list that’s a true-AU, with Steve being a non-powered vet from Afghanistan who left his army career to help Bucky and is stripping in Vegas to raise money for a prosthetic arm. He’s booked to do a private show for Tony, shenanigans ensue, and now they’re fake-married. This fic’s got some top-of-the-line banter and character development, but I particularly love it for its rich setting. Sabre paints a Vegas not just with strip clubs and blackjack tables, but KISS-themed minigolf, romantic dinners on the Eiffel tower, gaudy hotel lobbies, and making out on giant ferris wheels. It’s such a richly developed playground for the characters to play on, and through it, Steve manages to find a life for himself he’d given up on, and Tony finds multiple ways to show his kindness and depth of feeling for Steve. I know the word count’s long for this one but trust me, you’ve gotta read this fic.

Wait & Sea

Author: Lenalena

Word Count: 53,244

Summary: In which Tony and Steve get sent on an undercover mission aboard a cruise ship to make contact with Hydra. In this AU the military has kept the discovery and defrosting of Captain America a secret, so Steve and Tony have never met before. Yet they are to pose as newlyweds....

Why You Should Read It:

This one’s old and popular enough to be considered one of the “classic” Stony fics, and for good reason. Lenalena doesn’t write too often and not as much as they used to, but the fics they have up there are an absolute delight.

This is another fic that I skipped a bunch of times for being outside my comfort zone, but when I finally read it I saw why everyone’s so wild about it. In this story, Steve’s defrosted a bit earlier and not revealed as Captain America. He and Tony are sent undercover to sniff out Hydra shenanigans on a cruise and, because it’s fanfiction, they’ve got to pretend to be a married couple while onboard. There’s tons to love about this fic, but the things that bring me back to reading it over and over is first, Tony’s kindness and the way he’s attuned to Steve’s feelings, which... God, just inject “kind, observant Tony” straight into my veins, please and thank you. This is also another really rich setting for a story, and Lena knows how to fold the the hokeyness of the cruise into the seriousness of the mission and the depth of feelings Steve and Tony are finding for each other in a really beautiful, layered way. It’s funny, it’s heartfelt, it’s steamy, it’s gripping... why are you still reading this here? Go check it out for yourself!

Ashes to Ashes

Author: dirigibleplumbing

Word Count: 51,582

Summary: After regrouping following some surprise time travel, the world's heroes and sorcerers come up with a plan to protect the Mind and Time Stones by taking them into space in opposite directions. The result involves a lot more time loops than Steve would like, but at least they're getting a second chance to stop Thanos. (As well as a third, and a fourth...) And if Steve takes the opportunity to try to reconcile with Tony, too—well, they have the time, and Steve's going to make the most of it.

Why You Should Read It:

Dirigibleplumbing’s another name in Stony fanfics that does not get nearly as much fanfare as they deserve. They’re consistently a really creative voice in Stony fanfics and I always look forward to their stories showing me something new. Go read all their fics, I need more people to geek out with me over them.

I tend to limit myself on Steve-and-Tony-mend-things-after-Civil-War fics not because they’re not good, but because they’re so heavy, and also the Sokovia Accords have five hundred layers of crap in them that no good fic could possibly hash out well. This one, though? When you add in the Infinity War/End Game fixit? Poetry. Art. Music to my ears. DP wrote a really engaging, twisty story where it’s hard to predict what’s coming next, in spite of it literally being a pseudo-Groundhog day scenario. The characterizations are great, the story is engaging, and the feelings are big and sad and eventually happy. Go read it, you’ll love it.

I have tons of other recs for this category but this seems like a good place to stop for today. Tomorrow’s Alternative Media Thursday, and I’ve got some real gems I’ve been saving for that day (aaaaand possibly a self-rec or two ;)

#capimrecweek #tony stark #Steve Rogers #stony #fanfiction #MCU #ficrec

[binniesthighs]

in my arms | jisung x reader |

Pairing: self insert, female reader x han jisung 

Genre: fluff n smut 

Warnings: switch!reader, switch!jisung, established relationship, explicit language, oral (m&f giving and receiving), teasing, body praise, pretty dang fluffy ngl, cum swallowing, back scratching 

Word count: 2.3k

this drabble is inspired by jisung’s most recent vlog where he was just chillin’ and being so soft and cozy I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it huhu I hope that you enjoy my first post ever  ♡

“You’re not falling asleep are you?” You gently nudge jisung’s head where it was resting on your shoulder. You didn’t have the heart to tell him, but you had spent the last 20 minutes or so trying to ignore the pins and needles that the weight gave your arm.

“--nO!” He squeaked, then rather sleepily rose his head leaving you to try to shake your arm back to life in the least conspicuous way possible.

“I though you said that this was your favorite movie?” You brushed a few rogue strands of his warm brown hair out of his eyes, letting your fingers linger for a moment to savor its addictive softness.

Jisung pouted while he fixed his baggy white tee collar which had fallen under his collarbones. His eyes didn’t catch you sneaking a peak.

“I wouldn’t sleep through my favorite movie.”

“Really?” You cocked an eyebrow up with a growing smile, meeting his eyes which had become as baggy as his shirt.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m pretty sure that I know every line from that movie; I used to watch it all the time growing up.”

You chuckled a little at his oh-so-common habit of forgetting the little things. “I’m pretty sure you have told me that before.”

“And I told you how I wanted to learn the piano song as well? And--”

“--and it was too hard for you to learn?” You snickered, “You’ve told me that as well. Someone’s sleepy brain needs to get some rest...can you put the laptop over on the desk for me real quick?”

“Sure.” He nodded, and tore off the fluffy down comforter off of the two of you. You had wished that he had given a warning considering the sudden blast of cold air that met your bare legs when he did so. At the same time, you could never stay mad at him for long, not when he looked like that.

Jisung looked perfectly cuddly in that moment--even more so than usual. His long white tee made it look like he wasn’t wearing his boxers at all, and his hair was perfectly tussled into an adorable looking mess from resting on you. You looked down to his legs and all you wanted was to have them entangled with yours. He turned to return back to bed when you noticed that the little mole on his right collarbone had made an appearance. You made a note to give it a kiss as soon as you got the chance.

As soon as Jisung was back in the bed where it was all toasty, everything felt right again. “Reach the light?

“M’kay.” You answered to twist the switch.

Once all of the lights were off, the two of you sunk into each other, completely wrapped up as close as you possibly could be, skin on skin, the softness of fabric; you could feel him gently breathing from where he had pulled your head into his chest.

He sighed deeply, exhaling. You were half expecting him to concede and tell you that he really was feeling tired, when he whispered the exact opposite. “Well now that I’m awake I can’t fall back asleep.”

“But I thought you said you weren’t sleeping...?” You let out a breathy laugh which made him draw you in closer.

“Shhhh.” He hushed. Jisung then took his hands to the back of your head where he began to play with your hair, massaging your scalp slightly. The sensation was amazingly relaxing and you started to feel your own eyes grow heavy...

You whispered into the dark room, “Mmm that feels so nice.”

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I...heh...don’t get mad at me for this one but...I’m kind of...you know...”

You pulled your head back, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Right now?”

“...yeah.”

“Is there like a reason, or something? I mean, I wasn’t really doing anything--”

“--There doesn’t need to be a reason...honestly.” Even in the dark of the room you could feel his little nervous smile. “But I mean, we’re in bed, and I’ve got you: so soft and warm all around me, in my arms...are you surprised? You just do that to me.” Jisung’s hand migrated over to rest on your cheek, carefully caressing it with his thumb.

The more that he talked about it, the more you lost yourself in him...as usual. He really had an effect on you as well. You suddenly became even more aware of your legs intertwined and the pressure it created.

“We don’t have to, or-or we could keep it short, I know that you have work tomorrow.”

“Are you trying to convince me to mess around with you right now?” You asked with a creeping smirk in the corner of your mouth.

Jisung shied his head away slightly. “Kind of.”

Upon his words you felt it. Down where you had nearly straddled your legs around him, he was growing harder and you could feel him lightly throbbing. It was a lot to show just for talking.

His breaths quickened and he pulled your head in closer to his, ghosting his lips over yours letting his hot breath tickle your skin. You knew that he was aching to touch you, and you, him.

Jisung whispered on your lips, “Do you want to?”

Your response was quickly given to him when you crashed your lips into his, and he returned with so much hunger, you could have thought that he hadn’t been kissed in months--but of course that wasn’t true. The truth was you could never keep your lips off of him. He knew what it was like and how diligent you could be, making sure that he was covered in them, nothing untouched, and it drove him crazy.

You swung your leg over his hip, and pulled him into you with your thigh as he grabbed a huge handful of your skin to steady himself. His fingernails dug into you with a delightful sting, and you kept working on his mouth, dragging your lips over his both slow and fast, whatever he wanted, it was what you did. Your tongues met in the middle of the heat and slicked over each other with a taste that sent you reeling. Jisung moved his hands to your back where they snuck up your shirt and he traced gentle lines all over. To sweeten it all, you grinded down into his lap, seeking a sensation that your now soaked underwear craved.

“--fuck.” Jisung gasped into your mouth.

He hastily tugged your shirt to the side, lending eager hands to fondle your breasts while his lips never left yours. He had decided to slow down his pace a little bit as he ran over your mouth more, being careful like he didn’t want to scare you. His fingers started to twist your nipples lightly and they quickly hardened. Below your hips, your whole core started to whine with desire for the warmth of his mouth to give it attention. Jisung pinched your bud just right, and it sent you gasping for air against him.

“You like that?” He jested for a second, even you could still see his bright smile in the darkness of the room.

You nodded quickly, hoping he would keep going if you said less.

“God.” He marveled at you for a minute. “You’re just so--”

“--Are you about to say something cheesy Han Jisung?” You lifted your arms to trace the outlines of his shoulder blades behind him, giggling.

“You’re everything.” He leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead before letting his hands get back to work. He buried his head into your neck, fluttering kisses everywhere that he could only pausing to suck lightly. “You’re...my...everything.” He got out between kisses.

“You’re my...Jisung...” You tugged at his back while he kept flicking your sensitive buds between his fingers. When he was doing so you couldn’t keep your thoughts straight. You wanted so badly to tell him a million words and more about how he was your whole world too, but all you could manage was, “Please...more.”

“You want more baby?”

“Ye--”

He swooped down to bring his mouth to your hard bud, twisting his tongue around it while he cupped it too. With his tongue flat he looked up to you with his gorgeous brown eyes. From how good he was at just this, you could feel yourself getting closer by the second. Your legs crossed tightly to try and relieve some of the pressure. You scraped your nails up his back, getting impatient and eliciting a low groan from him.

“I’m ready.” You prompted and he immediately knew what you wanted, you didn’t even have to say a word.

Jisung cascaded kisses down your stomach, giving some well planned ones to your waist when he got there to give special attention the the stretch marks there. Ever since you had mentioned not liking them, he couldn’t keep his lips off them.

“Gorgeous.” He calmly said, and settled between your thighs.

Your body jerked when he took his thumb to lightly rub circles into your clit, bringing little moans and gasps from your lips. Jisung mischievously snickered to himself over the power that he held over you. He would stop rubbing every few seconds just to hear you whine. At last he pulled your underwear from your legs and you felt the touch of his fingers directly on your clit; he used his other hand to pull your leg back, digging into it like before and it made your whole body shiver. At this point, you had absolutely no control over the sounds coming from your mouth. Wherever he touched, you felt electric.

He darted his pointed tongue around your clit in circles, then would switch to lapping at it agonizingly slow. Over time, your whimpers became more and more desperate.

“Do you wanna cum?” He asked with cockiness laced in his voice.

Your thighs had began to shake without warning. “Ye-yes.”

“Then do it. Cum for me.” Jisung commanded, returning back to his work.

Your mind went completely blank once your orgasm hit you hard. It came it waves, and it only made you shake harder.

After a little chuckle in spite of himself, he brought himself back up to give you more kisses, holding your face is his hands once again.

You came down, feeling more energized than before, and even more desperate to do one thing.

“Your turn.” You commanded of him now, shoving him to his back, leaving a surprised look on his adorably squirrel-like face.

You hastily pulled his shirt up to ravage his chest with your mouth, dragging your burning lips all over the skin and tasting every bit of him that you could. From the sensation he appeared to melt into the bed, taking in shaky inhales while he tangled his fingers in your hair. Just a bit farther down, he was still throbbing under his boxers.

“You ready?” You quickly asked, and he nodded back, teeth catching his bottom lip.

He helped you snag off his boxers, revealing his dripping member pink and ready. You thought to yourself how it just was just so fucking cute when he was excited like that. Instinctually your mouth started to gather with saliva. You decided to use your hand first, pumping it slow and hard, just as you knew that he liked it.

“oh shit--” He moaned out. The words got caught a little in his throat, and that only made him sound even more heavenly.

His eyes were closed, but yours were drawn to him as you kept going. Watching him like this made you feel a surge of confidence that was like a drug. You could do this to him.

“m-more.”  

“Look who is asking for more now?” You grinned.

“Y/n. please. You’re driving me fucking crazy.” His grip tightened on your head.

“You want it like this?”

Without a warning you brought your mouth down to the tip and started licking around it in long strokes and bringing it in just slightly, you didn’t want him feeling all of you just yet.

“oh god.”

“Feels good?”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Just--keep going.”

You teased him for just a little longer than you usually did, just to see what would happen. Of course you should have expected, the longer you waited, the more of a mess he became.

“Y/n, fuck, please.”

You finally caved. “Well since you asked so nicely.”

You brought your head all the way down, taking him completely in and squeezing with your hand just as hard. You hollowed your throat down to take in as much of him as you could without gagging: over the past few months you had perfected it.

“shit-I’m close.” Jisung hissed and buckled his hips.

You took his announcement as an indicator to speed up, so you did. Jisung’s moans and frustrated sighs fueled you further with how beautiful and downright erotic as they sounded. When he came it was unreal, his breaths were so fast one after the other it was almost like he was suffocating with his own pleasure. You held him firmly in your mouth as he finished throbbing, not sacrificing one drop.

As soon as he had a moment to breathe, he pulled you back into his arms and attacked you with kisses all over your face, it didn’t matter where; he was smiling through every one of them. He would pull back then to admire you one more time and your hair which was now in knots thanks to his grip from before.

“that was...”

“Amazing?”

“Yes.” He grinned and gave you a peck to your forehead. “And now I’m tired. I guess we succeeded in more ways than one.”

The two of you put your clothes back on from the light of phone flashlights then crawled back in, sweeping the comforter over top of you once again.

“Jisung?” you nuzzled into him, inhaling his comforting scent all around you.

“Mmm?”

“You’re my everything too.”

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[starcrossedyanderes]

Would Rygel take his darling stargazing?

Yesssss

I’m sorry I just love it when I get requests that fit my ‘aesthetic’. I decided to take my own twist on this request so it turned into this. Also with this picrew Rygel has much darker skin but this was the darkest skin tone in this picrew.

“We have an event tonight.”

You quirked an eyebrow at Rygel’s words.

“When did you do events?”

“I must admit I usually abhor going to such required events. But I believe we shall find this one to be quite enjoyable.”

A smile actually pulled at Rygel’s lips as he looked down at you from his 6’9” stature. You felt a phantom hand caress your cheek; no doubt from Rygel’s own psychic abilities.

“Besides I think now is an excellent time to go ‘public’, don’t you agree?”

The hold on your cheek tightened.

“I expect that it has been long enough for you to have come to terms with my.. actual identity. And with that the expectations and status of you being my moonlight. I trust that you shall live up to these expectations, yes?”

The way his mind and eyes drilled into yours had you give out a meek “yes.”.

Rygel’s aura immediately lightened up and the feeling on your cheek disappeared only to be replace by the feeling of your whole body being gently squeezed; Rygel’s form of an affectionate hug and sign of approval.

Rygel bended down to your height to place a chaste kiss on your lips as the feeling of other kisses being placed all over your face accompanied it. You even felt some of your hair be lifted up and twirled.

“I’ll have a car pick you up at 8:30 and I believe the money I have just provided you should suffice for preparing for a formal event. Oh, and do be sure to wear the circlet I gifted you earlier. It is only fitting with your status being announced and all.”

Rygel pulled away with his flowy purple hair slightly ticking you. He started to walk towards the exit before suddenly turning around to face you again.

“Oh and one more thing my moonlight. Try and make yourself look as good as you truly are. In other words, perfect.”

~|~

After hitting up the mall you finally stood in back home in front of your full length mirror striking poses. Like, dang, you look good. You don’t know if this is how good you truly are, but dang is this as close to perfect as it gets.

Except for a teeny-tiny issue. Your circlet. How does one even wear such a thing? You just couldn’t get it sit quite right, look quite right, or anything! You just don’t know how to circlet!

And of course it was at that time you heard the opening of a car door.

Crud.

You would have to fix it in the car as you only had time to grab your purse and book it down to the car before Rygel blows up the planet or something.

You didn’t even pay attention to the chauffeur who held open the door for me as you scrambled in.

Of course like the idiot you were this also meant you didn’t notice that Rygel was also in the car with you.

There his majesty sat, for the first time legitimately speechless. Even you could practically feel the change in the mind pheromones thing. There clad in his suit and own matching circlet the Emperor sat truly admiring all that is you. It was times like these he remembered why exactly you were his destined one.

His eyes even became hooded!

“Darling, you look positively ravishing. Yes, I do believe this is the definition of perfection itself.”

As you buckled yourself in your face blushed as you let out a meek “thank you.”. But in classic Rygel fashion his face returned to mostly normal as if he hadn’t just said such out-of-character things. 

It was with a slight chuckle at your positively adorable behavior that the car started up to wherever the heck you were headed.

As always the car ride with your ‘betrothed’ was almost completely silent since Rygel was never very talkative.

During this extended time you couldn’t help but to continuously fiddle with the garment on your head which just.. wouldn’t.. sit.. right! You had no idea how long you were trying to get it right before you were met with Rygel’s rich voice.

“Let me.”

You arms quickly fell down to your sides by both of your minds commands as Rygel lifted the circlet from your hair. You felt portions of your hair float into the sky as Rygel brushed your hair in certain directions before digging some pins out of his pocket. 

“I always find pins to work best at keeping these in place. I never really use them though but I try to keep them on me at all times just for cases like these.”

It is with a few flourishes of his hands that the circlet was perfectly placed in your hair.

“Rygel..I.. Thank you!”

A sudden pull was administered on your waist as you fell into his chest. A large inhale was heard as Rygel took in the smell of your hair. A smile tugged at his lips as he placed a kiss onto your lockes.

“It is no issue. I pride making myself and others look presentable. Besides, I’m sure you’ll become more comfortable with putting on a circlet later. I’ll send you some info about how it is typically worn.”

“I would appreciate that.”

You sat in a comfortable silence before you broke it.

“Hey, where exactly are we going?”

“We’re going to an observatory where some of my people are holding an event in honor of us soon leaving this accursed place.”

Rygel truly was a master at saying sentences with a lot to unpack.

You turned to face him.

“Hold up? Your people? Aren’t they all supposed to be in space or something?”

Rygel let out a hum as you felt your hair mindlessly float about you.

“Well of course most of them are indeed in space but a few like me have infiltrated Earth and have made lives for themselves. Such as my foster family.”

“Are you telling me there’s a bunch of aliens walking around us in plain sight without anyone knowing?”

Rygel shrugged as a playful smirk pulled at his lips.

“Perhaps. I mean, I did manage to fool everyone for what? 18 years?”

At his remark you let out a few mumbles which only earned you a smile and pat on the head.

“You truly think the most hilarious things, my dear.”

~|~

“Isn’t it a bit much to.. float?”

The two of you were currently going up the stairs to the observatory with your small hand being engulfed by his slender, graceful one.

“Absolutely not. It is a show of status and is simply much more enjoyable than walking. I will never understand you humans. Why walk when you can simply float everywhere?”

“Because we can’t float.”

Rygel frowned slightly at that. 

“Ah, yes. Pity. Really moonlight what ever would you do without me.”

“Walk.”

With a smirk you rose right up to him. His smirk seemed to widen even more once you clung to him to catch your balance.

“This.. is weird.”

“Just wait until you try dancing like this. Actually, stay like this on me for the rest of the night. I would hate for a small accident to occur.”

That was a lie and you knew it. He just liked you like this. But even so you couldn’t imagine how you would ever be able to dance on this invisible floor beneath you.

~|~

“Is that his imperial highness?”

“He’s so tall.”

“And so.. pretty...”

Rygel let out a quiet sigh only you seemed to hear.

“And all of the sudden I remember why I don’t enjoy such events.”

You had to agree with his sentiment once walking past an uncomfortable amount of gazes. How did they even know who you both were?

It’s probably because you’re the only two wearing circlets and floating that high off the ground. Curse that fancy headpiece!

The two of you began to walk deeper into the dome where the large telescope could be seen.

But you were quickly interrupted.

“Oh! Your imperial highness! How wonderful it is to see you!”

You could tell by the change of Rygel’s aura that his mood had quickly soured.

“Ah, Devah.”

Out of the corner of your eye you could both see Rygel’s strained smile and 2 glasses floating your way.

As the glass landed in your hands Rygel slightly turned to you.

“This is one of the main sponsors of the missions on Earth.”

Devah put on way too cheery of a smile as he hissed out a whisper; as if he was making sure you could not hear.

“And is it alright if I ask but what exactly is a human doing here?”

Rygel’s golden eyes flashed as his grip tightened on you and his mind readied for a strike.

“She is my mate. If you are not as dimwitted as I thought then you should know that things such as species has no effect on who a person’s mate is. Human or not, she is your empress and you shall treat her as such.”

As the aliens face paled it dawned on you that Rygel may be invisibly choking like in Star Wars.

“Y-yes, my apology your imperial highness.”

Rygel raised a purple eyebrow at this as the man jerked into a bow as yellow energy surrounded him.

“Highness?”

“Y-yes your imperial highnesses.”

Rygel actually let out a smile at this.

“Much better. But I think we’ll just leave you like this for the rest of the night. Perhaps it will help you remember your status. Come now, my darling.”

You were pulled away from the bowing alien by Rygel’s long strides towards the large telescope; the focal point of the room.

As Rygel peered in and gave some slight adjustments to the machinery you took a sip from the glass in front of you only to pull back in shock.

This was a new taste for sure. Despite scowering your mind’s attic of a memory you could not place such a taste anywhere. You were honestly kind of scared to ask what the drink was made because of the possible response being blood.

And you kinda needed to know if this was alcholic.

“Um.. Hey, Emperor?”

Rygel let out a mere hum as his only indication of hearing you as his psychic energy caressed you.

“What exactly is this drink? And is it alcholic?”

Rygel let out a light chuckle as his golden eyes continued to look through the lens.

“Don’t worry, it isn’t alcholic. I know you technically aren’t of age to drink here but you’re always more than welcome to. Beauty of world domination and all.”

You hated how he says such awful things so eloquently.

“What you are currently holding, my dear moonlight, is a drink that is drived from one my home planet’s natural fruits. I believe in your language it would be pronounced as the xoqub fruit. Care to look?”

Rygel pulled away from the telescope to give you your turn at the stars. As your eyes peered in you continue your questions.

“How did you even get that stuff here? That has to take forever to ship out.”

“It does take quite a bit to get here but it is admittedly faster than transporting life forms. We actually do a mix of getting some delivered, growing it ourselves here, and just using food replicators.”

“HOL UP YOU GUYS HAVE REPLI-”

“If you point it more this way you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

Rygel prematurely interrupted you by moving the telescope slightly.

“This is the closest point this telescope can get to our planet. It can be seen far past this point.”

You were the one to actually shut yourself up as you stared deeply at that tiny little point.

“It’s really that far away?”

“Yes. It is at least a one month journey to reach there. We will also have a few days added on as we will be making a few stops along the way for various things and your own enjoyment.”

You looked up from the vast before you.

“My own enjoyment?”

“This will be your first time into space, yes? I figured you could at least see some of your new territories. I also have some things to take care of at these places anyway. We’re mainly stopping at the Europa colony and this area by the Kupier belt. After that it’s a non stop journey.”

You turned to look back at all the stars.

“It’s weird.. to think I’ll be riding through the stars and going to places humans have never gone before. But it’s all so.. pretty.”

Rygel hummed as he took a sip from his own glass. 

“And all that ‘pretty’ shall be ours, my moonlight.”

#yandere #romance #emperor rygel #rygel #yandere emperor #alien #stargazing #starcrossedyanderes