#laughing wallaby

[spf50jets]

先輩メイドのワラビーとクワ子

#mgsvtpp #quiet #laughing wallaby #overslept

[jackofhearts-odb]

I’m really enjoying WildRP. It feels so polished and there’s so many QOL features it just feels so much more immersive than some other servers that are a bit more clunky. Like the scuff is funny sometimes but like there’s something so nice about when everything looks and works perfectly.

That being said, I did get jumpscared by the Wallaby Kid and the rest of the Dead End Gang today so that’s how my day’s going

#Wallaby’s scary fuckin laugh man #heard it from outside the telegram office in Blackwater and nearly shit myself #and couldn’t react becase Alfred doesn’t know who he is but DAMN I DO #that’s the third time Alfred’s run into DEG and it’s been like two weeks?? #But he still doesn’t know who they are and doesn’t know it was them everytime #WildRP #is so fun #highly recommend to those who like MMO’s and cowboys #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #red dead online #redm #gaming #oh yeah also im writing Alfred’s wiki page for the Wild Wiki #I wish more people updated the wiki #I’d love to have a more comprehensive list of characters to read about #most of them #even the big characters #just have barely anything on the page #makes me sad

[blazingstarship]

This is 23 years old and I can’t how precious this is (and how well I wrote his name, while I thought the ‘s was part of his name). Believe this part of a story to celebrate his birthday if I can remember correct. Ah yes, the first of many f/o’s🥰🥹

#💙wallaby deer to my heart #and till this day he makes me still laugh

[kakujis]

☆ 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒...

“...AND SHE'S FALLING ASLEEP, AS SHE'S WALKING WITH STRANGERS.”

synopsis: satoru’s had his eye on you for a while, who other than his best friend, suguru, to help him get you home?

warnings: dark content/ageless + minors DNI. afab!fem reader, modern au, naive/shy! reader, non curse! au. yandere!satoru. drugging, dubcon, voyeurism(sort of), non-consensual picture taking/recording, dacryphilia, fingering, p*ssy slapping, creamp*e, restraints, possessive behavior, blackmail, degradation, praise, pet names (baby, princess, angel, good girl), drooling, your friends are really shitty, suguru calls u a slut like one time. suguru is mean, satoru is less mean kind of, he's probs ooc at times. that should be it, if i forgot anything pls lmk.

ft + wc: mainly gojo x reader, lil bit of suguru x reader. around 5.8k.

network: @enchantedforest-network

a/n: well. this was a doozy lol. i started it back in mid september and it's taken me around a month to get here which is actually pretty fast for me! this was supposed to be part of my first mini kinktober but u can see with the pace i'm writing at... well LOL. anyways, big thank you to wallaby for actually getting me out of the rut to write this, koca the loml for helping me w satoru's dialogue (dirty talk)!! @sxgars for the banner, and nie, the other loml, for proofreading!

the embers burn under the twilight sky, as gojo satoru’s laugh bounces amongst the crowd. with feet buried in the sand, hands stuck in your hoodie, you stare at the bonfire. every so often, someone’ll throw another log in to keep it burning, the wood crackling like fireworks. it’s an interesting set of sounds, sights, and smells.  

your eyes flicker throughout the people surrounding you, some chatting away, some speaking only through makeout sessions, some are probably even arguing. none of them are your friends, not even acquaintances. you’re not sure why you agreed to come out tonight, coaxed by your own friends, who swore up and down they wouldn’t leave you alone this time, but ditched you when they found their hook up for the night. 

meanwhile, on the other side of the bonfire is gojo, handsome with snowy hair and blue eyes hidden behind his staple sunglasses, but loud and boisterous as he jokes with his friends, a small semi circle of individuals surrounding him. must be nice, you think before sighing and taking another sip of your watered down alcoholic drink, looking away when a voice calls out to you making you jump a little. 

“you alright?” he asks, squatting down to reach your eye level as you sit. when you look back, it’s geto suguru right in front of you, his own drink in hand, illuminated by the fiery light of the bonfire and the pale moonlight, the colors clashing against his skin. 

“i’m fine,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady, but you’re already ready to back away. you’ve always thought geto was handsome, tall, with dark hair and dark eyes, and an aura you just couldn’t read. perhaps it was the infatuation that kept you here on this sandy beach, even when your friends were long gone, eyes always finding him whenever one of you passed by each other at parties like this. “you?” 

“it’s alright,” he shrugs, pulling out a cigarette from his shirt pocket and leaning back, using the bonfire to light it up. you watch as he brings it back to his lips and takes a long drag, cheeks hollowing as he inhales, before making sure to blow away from you. “much better when there’s a pretty girl around.”  

you heat up, looking at your toes, peeking through the sand. “.. thank you,” you reply, struggling to look at him as he takes a seat next to you on your towel. “you’re not so bad yourself. you’re geto suguru, right?” 

“why, thank you,” he says, scooting closer to you, “and i am. what’s your name?” 

you give him your name, heart pounding away at the close proximity. beyond the scent of smoke, he smells woodsy, sort of like incense. you wonder if you smell similarly, your vanilla perfume mixing in with the bonfire fumes. 

“pretty name,” he says before he repeats it back, the syllables rolling off his tongue easily and straight into your stomach, “you staying out much longer?”

he makes you dizzy, and somewhat anxious, you were never planning - at least in this lifetime - on ever meeting him, let alone actually speaking to him. you’re not used to this, more comfortable with people watching than interacting.

you shake your head, “nah, i was gonna head home soon,” you glance out toward the ocean swells, waves crashing against the beach before they recede back into the tide. “my friends are already gone, so there’s not much else for me to do.”

“aw, really? that’s a shame,” he replies and you peek back, his mouth pressed into a hard line, his  thumb tapping against his cheek, before he nods, brightening up. “need someone to walk you home?” 

you pause, “um… no, it’s okay, i-”

“you’re gonna walk home this late at night?” he asks, cutting you off with an eyebrow raised, “by yourself?” 

you glance over at the darkened road, the dim lights of the city sprinkled far off in the distance. it’s foreboding and who knows what lurks in the dark? besides, wouldn’t it be better to walk home with someone? the warm amber light from the fire plays on his face as you glance back at him. 

“i don’t bite,” he continues, giving a reassuring smile as his hands come up playfully, “i swear.”  

“… okay,” you give in, nodding, “sure.” you make a move to get up, but he stops you. 

“wait,” he starts, bringing his drink up closer towards you. “let’s have a toast.”

you giggle, the tension easing out of you, before holding yours up as well, “a toast to what?” 

he smiles back, “to new friendship.” he tips his cup to yours, but doesn’t take into account how much stronger his clink would be compared to yours. the rest of your sticky drink crashes down onto you, spilling and seeping through your clothes, while suguru’s quick to mutter out, “oh shit, sorry!” 

you shake your head, “don’t worry! it’s fine!” but suguru isn’t hearing it, his cigarette dangling haphazardly from his mouth as his brow is scrunched in concentration while he tries his best to wipe at the mess with his hands. embarrassingly, your core flutters at his touch, especially when his fingers swipe across your thighs. 

“let me clean you up,” he says, half mumbled from the cig, handing his drink over to you, before unzipping his jacket. “don’t have any napkins on me, sorry.” 

your nerves continue to fire off, getting the best of you and the words of ‘really! it’s fine!’ die off your tongue. you glance around, looking for something, anything, to take your mind off of geto’s sweater dragging across your exposed skin, especially when he dips down in between your thighs dangerously close to your heat, to dab at the liquid that’s dripping off your body. 

gojo’s laugh booms again, causing you to glance over at him and you welcome the distraction. you catch his eye and he gives you an excited little wave, catching you off guard. you wonder if he can see just how flustered you are, but still, you raise your own hand back and he grins wider, before breaking eye contact as someone else calls for his attention. 

in an effort to calm your nerves, the recent memory of gojo’s affable bright smile definitely not helping, you take a big swig of suguru’s drink, forgetting it’s not even yours. his drink is stronger, thanks to the lack of melted ice, burning as it slides down your throat which makes you cough up some, scrunching your nose as some liquid runs down the side of your mouth. 

but geto uses a thumb to catch it, smirking at the way you blink up at him bewildered, “all clean.” 

you take a breath to steady yourself before speaking, “um, could you…  take me home?” you push his hands away, wanting nothing more than to hide under the safety of your covers. at this rate, you might pass out, the night’s been a bit too eventful for your taste. 

he nods, getting up and dusting himself before reaching out with an outstretched hand. you take it without hesitation, tensing when he starts to brush the sand off your shorts. you let him do that for a few moments, breathing hitching when his hand gets concerningly close to the bare skin of the back of your thighs, heart thrumming in your chest and pounding in your ears.

“just making sure,” he says, before he throws his cigarette into the pit, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. “lead the way, princess.” he grins as he steps off to the side to make room and give a small courtesy bow which makes you laugh. 

he makes eye contact with satoru and gives a small wave before leaving with you, catching you each time you stumble in the sand, marked by shoe and foot prints from excited partygoers. he lets you know that he’s got you each time while you mutter out various ‘sorry’s!’ meanwhile, gojo peers over his friends, eyes honing in on your forms before he says a quick goodbye to them and runs off. 

as the two of you are finally on solid land, you hear a “wait a minute!” and glance back. jogging towards you is none other than gojo satoru and suddenly you feel like throwing up. you’re not too good at meeting a new person, let alone two. 

“hi!” he says as he huffs, hands placed on his knees. 

“are you actually winded from that?” geto laughs, a pretty little tune that plays on your ear. 

“i drank so much, dude. give me a break.” gojo responds. 

you’re even more uncomfortable as the two of them joke around, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you stare at the ground. satoru shifts so he’s in your view, bending sideways, pretty snowy hair falling down his face. 

“anyways… hey.” he says again but softer this time, twinkly eyes on yours as the corners of his lips upturn. “i’m satoru.” 

“hi,” you say, giving a small wave, before you state your name. “nice to meet you.” 

nervously, you glance back up at geto, who smiles reassuringly back at you. with your heart definitely beating a mile a minute, you back away. “it’s this way.” you say, jutting your thumb behind you, and the two friends nod. 

“we’ll follow you,” geto says, nudging gojo to stand up straight, who in turn, elbows him back. “go ahead.” 

you nod, trudging forward, listening to their continued talk behind you. it’s just their voices, the sea breeze, and the sound of shoes on pavement as you walk. you look back towards them, taking a moment to eye them, you drink in their tall, built forms, the matching dark outfits, sweaters and all, and for a bit, you decide to trust them. you trust the easy going smiles, the laid-back banter, and the way that satoru smiles each time he looks at you does a lot to ease the tension in your body. 

it’s not too long into your walk, maybe only 30 minutes since you took the last of your drink, before you start to feel… strange. there’s a heaviness that starts to settle in your limbs, your mind going foggy. you reach out, grabbing onto one of their sleeves, who’s sleeve? you’re not sure, but you grasp it trying to dig your nails into the cotton fabric, as your knees buckle from your own weight. 

“hey? are you okay?” a voice asks, bouncing around your brain as the scenery starts to spin. you must’ve grabbed suguru’s sleeve, as you try to focus on the inky strands of hair that fall past his shoulders. you reach out with your other arm, trying to grab onto something as you continue to fall, a ring starting to settle in your ears. 

“geto?” you call, as you feel another large hand on your lower back, trying to keep you steady. “i think, i need… to go home.” but you don’t hear a reply as the void takes over you, swallowing you up, as you fall completely unconscious into the arms of geto suguru. 

the two of them are quiet, the easy-going atmosphere suddenly gone. you’re thrown over geto’s arm haphazardly, limbs limp, as they stare down at you. gojo speaks first.

“that was quick,” he says, bending down to brush your hair away from your face. “how much did you give her?” he trails his finger down your cheek, poking the skin, before tracing the outline of your lips. he has half a mind to kiss you, but decides against it, wanting his first with you to be when you’re awake.

“the usual,” geto responds and if you were awake, you’d see he feels a little colder, eyes almost vacant. “you wanna carry her? you like her more don’t you?” 

“i don’t just like her,” gojo responds, before he’s lifting you out of geto’s arms. “i’m gonna make her my girlfriend and depending on how well things go, i’ll marry her soon.. ish.” he cradles you gently, carrying you in his arms, princess-style like as he watches you with mirth filled eyes. 

geto rolls his eyes, “oh yeah, i’m sure she’s gonna wanna date you after this.” 

gojo snorts, glaring daggers at his best friend, “she’s not gonna have a choice.” 

maybe if you weren’t so naive, you wouldn’t have ended up like this. you blink awake, body still heavy from whatever drug was, or perhaps is, still coursing through your veins. the lull of sleep continues to beckon you over, the weight of your eyelids aiding in it’s cause, but you try to stay awake. something feels wrong. 

you decide to start with your legs, wiggling them around when you realize you’re in a bed rubbing your legs against the silken sheets. you focus upwards, wanting to move your arms to prop yourself up, until you realize: you can’t.

the rope around your wrists is tight, coiled up and keeping you locked in place. even as you try your best to wriggle out of them, you’re doing nothing but giving yourself rope burns as panic starts to settle within your bones.the room you’re in looks normal enough, a desk off to the side, jacket hanging on the door, but there’s something sinister in how normal it looks. and you wonder just whose bedroom is this? 

“oh, hey, you’re up.” you hear as the bed dips under the newly added weight. it’s gojo, peering down at you. he’s taken off his top and jacket, leaving only his pants, and if you weren’t terrified, you’d probably appreciate the sight. you can see his eyes clearly now, his sunglasses sitting atop his nightstand and as beautiful as they are, you can’t be lost in them for long. 

“gojo?” you try, voice barely louder than a whisper. 

“call me satoru.” he responds, a pretty smile gracing his features. 

“where..” 

“are you?” another voice chimes in, a voice that’s sweet, almost mockingly so. you glance towards the direction it’s coming from to see suguru, head leaning against his open palm. he smiles when the two of you make eye contact, the same disarming smile he gave you a few hours ago. “heyo~”

you’re still disoriented, glancing back between the two of them as you try your best to slide out of the binds. 

“hey, hey,” satoru starts, placing a hand over your wrists, “you’re gonna hurt yourself, baby.” his warmth isn’t comforting, it’s terrifying and the way that pet name falls off his tongue so easily freaks you out further. just where the fuck are you?

you can feel your tears welling up, nevermind the fact that your consciousness is still foggy. you’re exposed - vulnerable - with two men you’ve only met recently. there’s goosebumps on your skin, clad in nothing but your panties as you try to curl in on yourself, but gojo won’t let you. instead, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, your head resting on his thigh. 

“gojo,” you plead, starting to sniffle, “i wanna go home…” 

“satoru.” he reminds you gently, before his hand starts to trail up and down your side, trying his best to comfort you. “i’ll take you home later, okay?” 

you shake your head, tears starting to fall, little droplets stain his pants, “why not now-”

“told you,” suguru drawls, interrupting you while his expression remains uninterested, “she’s scared out of her mind.” 

“thanks suguru, great input.” satoru deadpans, shooting him a glare before his focus is back on you. “i can’t take you home yet, but i will. i promise.” and those words shoot straight to your stomach. it’s so eerily similar to earlier, when geto promised he’d take you home and that he was safe. 

“my friends…” you mumble, “are gonna notice i’m missing.” it’s a pathetic attempt of a threat, your friends are already long gone and home for the night, but there’s the hope that when morning comes and your “i’m home” text doesn’t show up, they’re bound to notice, right? 

“hm? which ones? the ones that left you or the ones that let us take you here? oh wait, those are the same ones.” suguru taunts, snickering as the pit in your stomach grows by the moment, “it’s really funny what people will do for money.” 

you furrow your brow, heart shattering at the confession, because there’s no way your friends would sell you out. but the shit-eating grin that won’t leave suguru’s face, almost as if it’s etched in stone, silently confirms your worst fears. “i don’t…” - understand is the word that should be said, but it escapes you like the sand between your fingers on that fucking beach that you never should’ve been at in the first place. 

“okay, so, don’t freak out.” gojo starts, before muttering, “well i guess you already are, huh.” on the brightside, the drug suguru gave you is strong enough that the disorientation nestled so deeply within you is able to keep your screaming at bay. 

satoru’s focus, unlike yours, is almost too sharp. he’s been chasing after you for a while, but finally having you in his headlights is driving him insane. the tips of his fingers continue tracing up your arm til they find the depressions in your neck, that he has half a mind to wrap around to see what you’d look like with his hand as a necklace. but that can wait, he’ll be soft with you for the first time. 

“the important thing is that you’re here with me. you came out to have fun right? have fun with me and i’ll take you home.” he winks, his easy-going front still on full force as he tries to calm you down, but you flinch when he gets a little too close to your lips. 

in your mind you know, there’s always a catch. “what do you want from me?” you ask, voice featherlight, but everyone in the room knows what it is he wants. 

“i think you know,” suguru chimes and if you could curse him out, you probably would. “why else would we bring you here?” 

“hmm,” gojo hums, his thumb gliding across the top of your cheek to swipe at some of your tears. “you know, you’ve been coming around to our little get togethers for a while, but this is probably our first real conversation.”

gojo’s always liked you. when he first saw you, he thought you were cute. doe-eyed and clumsily searching for an open spot to sit while you did your best to hold onto your friend’s shirt, you caught his eye. cuter still were the pretty laughs that came from you, sometimes even snorting when something particularly funny was said. 

there was a minor issue though: you’d never look at him, no matter how much he bounced off the walls, even when he’d head over and say ‘hi’ to your friends, you scampered away much more interested in your hands situated in your lap. and maybe that was the charm, you were prey he wanted to catch. 

it wasn’t long til he noticed your quick, continued glances at suguru and how you only did it when you were sure he wouldn’t notice you. he was sulky at first, irritated that his best friend seemed to take his spotlight, but who is geto suguru if not gojo satoru’s closest and greatest friend? and with enough prying, geto got the information out of him and simply laughed. gojo was a little hesitant when geto suggested a plan, something they haven’t done in a while. 

“i dunno, i thought we decided we were over that.” satoru pouted that day as he stared off, focused on the others at the park. 

“you got any bright ideas, lover boy?” suguru retorted, leaning back on the park bench, hands in his pockets. 

“nah.” he shrugged, elbows on his knees and bent forward. and so they ended up here again, except, in gojo’s bedroom for once. 

“you know your friends were pretty easy to convince,” satoru grimaces, his thumb swiping at your tears. “you should really get some new ones.” 

you’re unsure if you’re more mortified than flattered that satoru feels so strongly for you. but there are no words that spring up in your mind, there’s nothing you can possibly say. 

“listen, the goal here, princess,” suguru starts putting emphasis on the pet name as he gestures between you and gojo. “is that satoru fucks you, you’re his girl, and you guys get to live happily ever after.” 

“...and if i refuse?” you counter, but your voice is still barely above a whisper as tears continue to fall down your face. 

“dunno if you wanna do that.” satoru sighs, before he catches the phone that suguru throws over. he opens it up, before turning it towards you revealing the photos they took of you earlier, tied up and exposed. “i mean you do look really cute in these, but i’d rather they stay in our circle for now.” 

the weight of that word is heavy, because there is no universe in which you’re allowed to say no. you’ve fallen deep into their sticky web with no chance of climbing out, the only thing left is for their fangs to sink into you. the images they’ve taken burn into your mind and you steel yourself to find your resolve. 

there’s a few pros when you think about it. gojo’s handsome, a little funny, and seems to actually like you. you’re not entirely sure if it outweighs the con of fucking drugging and then kidnapping you, but what can you do with the cards you’ve been dealt? geto is whole nother can of worms you don’t feel like delving into. 

“fine.” you sniffle and gojo perks up, lips curling up into a smile. “… i’ll do whatever you want.”  

“told you she’d say yes.” he singsongs as the other rolls his eyes. “that settles it, you’re officially apart of the gojo clan!” neither you, nor suguru, have the heart to tell him that you didn’t actually agree to marriage. 

“well then!” suguru claps, making you jolt. “let’s get started, yeah?” he shifts from his spot, moving til he’s back up against the headrest. “let’s get you a little more comfortable,” he says, pulling you up til your back is flush against his clothed chest. “that’s better.” 

you don’t have time to worry about just how fast things are going when satoru slots himself between your legs, heart racing in fear mixed with anticipation when he pushes your panties to the side as his fingers flutter around your clit. 

meanwhile, suguru is pulling your thighs back, locked beneath his elbows. as much as you want to close your legs, you can’t. suguru’s too strong for you. 

“you don’t need these, right?” gojo mutters, hands gripping one side of your underwear, but there’s no reason to answer as he rips them clean apart, chucking them onto the floor. 

it’s silent for a moment as satoru watches the rise and fall of your chest, quickened in your panicked state, before his eyes meet yours. he grins, “man, you’re so fucking cute, you know?” 

you heat up under his gaze, and you try to look away, but he simply leans in, so close your noses almost touch as he stares deeply into you before looking down at your lips. your breath hitches again as his lips ghost over yours and you shut your eyes when he asks, “can i?” 

it’s an odd first kiss with your hands tied up and his best friend in the same bed as you in a tangled mess of limbs but he’s surprisingly soft. you’re falling, so deeply into the kiss that you don’t notice the way suguru pulls your knees up more so he can get better access to your chest. 

you squeak when you feel a pinch on your nipple, suguru seemingly getting bored and deciding to pass the time playing with you. your squeals soon turn to moans as he rolls the nub between his fingers and satoru uses the opportunity to slip his tongue in, spit mixing with yours as your mouths mesh together. 

his fingers find their way downward again, lightly trailing up and down your folds with feather light touches, making you twitch each time he brushes against your clit. you jolt when he sinks a finger in, encouraged by the wetness of your hole, pushing back against geto in an attempt to squirm away, but you can’t, sandwiched between two men who can do whatever they want, however they want.  

gojo’s good, adding in another thick finger to your slick heat and sliding in your gummy walls. it’s different from when you do it, your digits are slender and smaller than his. you keel, moaning and thighs trembling, but gojo’s lips stay firmly on yours as does geto’s hand which continues to pinch and palm at your breast, sending ripples of hot pleasure through you. 

“you gonna cum on his fingers, pretty?” geto murmurs, voice low as he nips at your ear. 

satoru continues to pump away, fingers curling into your sweet spot and dotting your vision in stars of white. he picks up the pace when you mewl louder, the sound rushing straight to his dick as your slick rolls down his hand. you press further into suguru, whimpering and thighs tensing before you cum messily on satoru’s fingers, bucking and kicking as much as he allows you. 

“that’s it,” suguru drawls, his hot breath on your ear, “good fuckin’ job.” he says it like he’s the one inside you, churning up your insides. 

satoru pulls away, a small trail of saliva connecting the two of you that he laps up with his tongue. he slightly groans at your pretty spit slicked lips, before he’s taking out his aching cock. he’s big. big enough to make you whimper as he rubs your juices over his cockhead, precum already beaded on his tip, before running it through your sensitive folds. he’s slow, wanting to enjoy his first time with you, as he lines up to your still twitching entrance. 

“fuck,” he hisses as he sinks inch by inch into your dripping pussy. the stretch drives you insane even with the prep beforehand and he stills when he bottoms out, hips flush with yours. “sucked me all in, huh?” 

suguru and satoru move like they’re sync’d, somehow knowing what the other wants to do. suguru’s hands are replaced as satoru pushes your knees back up against your chest as your head lolls backward onto suguru’s shoulder, mouth agape.

“ah, ah,” suguru tuts, cupping your cheeks with one hand before forcing you to look back at the other. “let him see your pretty face.” 

“s-sorry,” you manage to say before satoru starts moving, your breath getting caught in your throat as you mewl out, “oh, fuck.” 

a breathless smile falls on satoru’s face, as he watches yours contort in pleasure with each slow drag of his cock within your tight walls that seem to swallow him up with each thrust. your embarrassment is long gone, replaced with a fervent need as satoru fucks every single thought out of your brain. 

“satoru,” you whimper and he digs his nails harder into your thighs, to not blow his load right then and there, but the way you plead his name as you stare up at him with needy, glass-blown eyes almost sends him over the edge. “satoru.” 

“yeah?” he coos, leaning in and tilting his head, as he slows the pace down, “what do you want from me, baby?” 

“use your words,” suguru says, pressing hot kisses to your cheek, reminding you that he’s still there. “c’mon, i know you’ve still got some in that pretty little head of yours.” you can feel his erection pressing against your back, as his hand snakes down to your clit to rub slow, sticky circles on your sensitive nub. “or are you too dumb on satoru’s cock, hm?”

gojo laughs, spurred on by geto’s continued teasing, “aww man i think she is. wanna be my lil cocksleeve? get fucked stupid everyday?” 

he laughs harder when your eyes roll back, cunt clenching at his words, the first time you’ve been talked down to like this. meanwhile, suguru switches to hook a finger into your mouth, digging his nail into the wet, warm cavern of your cheek, hot breath puffing onto his hand. when your eyes flutter up at him, he snickers, “you good?”

you feel a tap on your cheek and shift your blurry focus back on the one inside you, buried up to the hilt while his hips still slightly grind into you. his blue eyes burn through you and in moments like this, you truly can’t read him. “answer me.” 

through the haze you nod, but it’s not a good enough answer in suguru’s book. “you can do better than that.” he chastises bringing his hand down onto your puffy clit, slapping hard enough to make you squeal and bite down on the digit keeping your mouth open.

tears prick your widened eyes as he does it again, “that’s for biting me, brat.” he hisses, and you find your words again, stumbling out ‘sorry! ‘m sorry!’ as drool runs down your chin and his hand. but suguru is fucking mean, swatting down at your puffy pussy, each hit just as hard; a stark contrast to the sneer on his features while he hooks in yet another finger to pull your cheek further out. 

although the nicer of the two, satoru can’t help but be enamored with everything you do, especially if you’re screaming and crying trapped between the arms of his best friend. his cock twitches in your cunt, “well fuck, aren’t you pretty when you’re cryin’ on me?” he groans, pulling back out just to slam his hips back into yours at a brutal pace making you squeal louder.

you’re incredibly overwhelmed, glancing back between the two of them as the tears start to leak down your face again, chest heaving. you hate that it feels so fucking good to be used like this, having absolutely no control. still, you fight against your restraints once more, trying to raise your hands just enough to push against satoru’s abs to slow down, but it’s all moot, he won’t stop until he’s satisfied.

“shh,” suguru soothes, starting to play with your clit again, trying to ease the sting. “sorry for getting carried away, you’re just so fun to ruin.” his hand once again moving to cup under your chin, smearing drool and tears across your skin and  tilting you so that his tongue is able to press against your cheek, licking a stripe to taste the saltiness of your tears as his chest vibrates with a low groan. he can’t wait til it’s his turn to get his hands on you. 

“suguru - oh fuck - ‘m sorry, fuck, ‘m really sorry,” you blubber between moans, still whining and writhing, he raises an eyebrow at you with a hungry grin, liking the way you call his name. 

but satoru’s the one who answers, breathless and groaning, “it’s okay princess, shit, don’t worry about it. just focus on me, alright?” 

you’re pliant and close to your high, easily shifting back to satoru, watching him through muddied vision and mumbling out, “mkay, satoru.” 

the sweat rolls down the side of his brow and he’s so close to letting go, but satoru’s a bit of a romantic, thinking it’d be best for you to cum at the same time. still, the way you call his name has him glaring up at suguru, letting him know what he wants. 

his friend nods in acknowledgment as the speed of his fingers quickens, expertly working over your clit. “c’mon,” suguru taunts, already caught on to how much you like it when they’re mean, “be a good little slut and cum on satoru’s cock, yeah?” 

his words run straight to your core, as you babble out “mhms,” body tensing and jerking as your orgasm is finally coaxed out of you.

“fuck,” satoru hisses, groaning out, “good fucking girl.” as he unleashes his load deep into you. 

you hiccup and whine a few more times before you go limp in suguru’s hold, falling asleep. 

“shit, i think she passed out again.” suguru mumbles before he undoes your bindings, uncharacteristically kind as he rubs his palms over your tired and sore wrists. carefully, he slips out from underneath you, letting you fall back onto the bed. “you overdid it, satoru.” 

gojo’s unresponsive, chest heaving as he stays within you, so geto takes it upon himself to do the finishing touches. he reaches over, grabbing his phone and unlocking the camera app. 

pressing the red button, he captures the scene. you’re effectively passed out at this point, arms sprawled at your sides and head lolled back. this is always his favorite part, even more so than the actual fucking. there’s just something so fun about recording the aftermath, messy and dirty and oh so wet. 

satoru swoops down into view, throwing a wink and a smile, before reaching out for the phone. suguru obliges, tossing it over to let gojo capture what he sees. 

“you stayin’ over?” gojo asks, paneling down the expanse of your skin, littered in sweat, cum, and marks. he makes sure to record when he pulls out, as slowly as he can, to show off your swollen hole leaking out his seed.

“yeah, i’ll knock out on the couch.” geto replies, grimacing as he notices the wet patch of cum and fluids on his pants. he swipes a clean pair of gojo’s hanging on the back of his computer chair before heading out. he stops at the door with a quick turnaround to ask, “let me play with her sometime?” 

“of course,” his friend responds, kneeling down between your legs, spreading open your folds to further watch his sticky cum drip from your abused hole. “i owe you big time. let me know if you need any help yeah?”

gojo’s like a kid in a candy shop, delving his fingers in between your hole and your folds to catch some of the sticky substance dripping to the floor before bringing it up to the camera with a whistle. 

suguru shrugs, hungry eyes scanning back to your sleeping form before his lips curl up into a smirk. “nah, don’t think i’ll need to.” 

and satoru’s the same, just as insatiable as his friend, tossing his phone to the floor before he’s crawling up over you again, nose burying into your dizzying scent. fuck, he should’ve asked if you were cool with somno. well, maybe it’d be alright. it’s not the worst thing he’s done tonight. 

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x female reader #fem reader #pibby writing midnight #pibby writing

[sirenmoth]

Quokka

John Price x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Based off this post by @palomanh CW fluff. domestic fluff, 141 being 141, romantic teasing, bullying the old man, lovingly of course, soft simon riley, establised reationship AO3

Over the course of who knows how many months you've been staring at the Captian of the 141, something about him reminded you off something but you can't place what. You've heard the jabs and jokes around the task force and the base that he was like a bear, big and grumpy, and you could understand why. Prices' broad shoulders and soft layer of fat covering the muscles, not quite ripped but not quite a full dad bod, his mutton chops that was his pride and joy and his thin covering of body hair. But there is something else he remined you off, and it was bothering you that it was hard to find out.

Watching as his crows feet appear around his eyes as he smiles, watching them shape them. An unapologetic sign of his age, Price was focused on this weeks newspaper crossword, a routine you've come to love, it gives you time to admire him. But right now, you had other plans as you typed over and over again, trying to figure out what was bothering you for months now, the thought never left, just tucked away in the back of your brain.

After what felt like hours you finally got your answer, "That's it!" you suddenly announce, throwing your head back against the back of the couch, phone in hand. A loud overdramatic sigh leaves your lips in relief as the ever present annoying question was answered.

"What's what, bonnie?" The Scotsman asks, attention now on you, a puzzled look on his face, the rest of the men present was now looking at you as well, confused on your sudden outburst. "Care to share with the class?" he grins at you.

"Yea, come on" Gaz chimes in, equally as intrigued in your excitement. "What have you been searching for the past ten mintues? Must be important, you have been very silent, which isn't like you." The other sergeant points out.

Pointing towards the beared man, sitting in his self proclaimed armchair, drinking a cup of tea, eyes focused on one of the crossword riddles. "Quokka" you plainly say, eyeing down the older man, "That's what you remind me of, a quokka." That remark gets Price to look up off the newspaper, granting you an unsatisfied look.

Groaning, knowing you're getting nowhere with it, "Ya know, the rat looking thing thats the size of a house cat, primarily nocturnal rodent that lives in Australia?" Hoping that gets your point across.

"I think you've lost it." Ghost speaks, glaring you down from where he sat. Sighing you get and walk over to him, getting a picture of one up. Holding it out for the masked man to see, to which he did a double take between the picture on the screen the captian.

Down at the picture. Up to the Captian.

A hearty laugh, deep from within his chest, rings out, the outline of a faint smile underneath the mask, "It's like a spitting image of him, put a hat on it and there'd be no difference." Both of you catch a glimpse of the side-eye the older brit shoots over.

"Its' closest supposed relatives are the kangaroo and wallabie, though they've been documented to grab and eat leaves like a koloa does," You explain, strolling over to the two sergeants, asking and begging to see what one of them looks like, "they can hop like a rabbit but their typical mode of transport is on all fours, they have a eating habit similar to a giraffe, quokkas actually have two stomachs to help digest food," placing your phone down in front of the two men, their eyes widing at the picture of what the rodent looks like, "They also sleep like bats, minus the upside down part, instead they put their head between their front feet." You finish explaining to the four men on what a quokka is.

Soap and Gaz burst out laughing, doing the same gesture as Ghost, looking back and forth between the phone and their captian. Gaz held the electronic device up as a maekshift side by side view, "Wait, that's not Cap?" Gaz manages to get out, "But it looks so alike him." Soap doesn't seem to get a single word out, struggling to get his laughter under control, resting his head in his hands to try and catch his breath, you catch Ghost stopping himself from joining in with the gaggle of laughs. Price still doesn't seem impressed.

"Quokkas are kinda friendly. They've been known to take pictures with tourists, though its advised you shouldn't. Ya know. them being wild animals and all." Giving a warm smile to the unethusiastic old man, who gives you a sarastic one back, "Want to see?" taking your phone back and walking over to Price, setting it down in front of him, "I think it really comes out when you smile."

Price glances down at it, shaking his head, "I don't see it." He bluntly says, going back to his crossword. Not giving up yet, you open your photos to grab a picture of Price smiling before placing it back down, swiping between the two pictures to help him get a better look. "Why do you have a photo of me smiling, luvie?" he signs, putting his pen down.

"Why not," You shurg, "I have one as my background" innocently smiling at him, "The beard helps, gives you a cuddly look. I can see it, both you and a quokka are both very cute, both got a adorable smile. You're known to kill if needed though" You jest, pulling a chair out to sit next to him, studying his expressions as he examines the two photos.

After a while Price gives another sigh, a small smile spreads across his face as he shakes his head at your and the team's antics, "Ok, there's some similiarities, I guess." The room bursts out in a roar of cheers, the captian watches in adoration in his eyes as he watches you interact with his men, watches the shine in your eyes as you show the men more photos of the rodent you said that Price looks like, standbying everything you're saying.

Going back to to his puzzle, something you said prior stopped him, looking back up at you, confused, "Did you just say you have a photo of me smiling as your phone background?" he asks.

You stand, setting the chair back where it was, "Don't worry about it." you reply, leaving to finish some paperwork and files due for that afternoon, leaving the captian to finish his crossword puzzle in peace and quite.

Later when you retire back to your room, getting ready to wind down for bed, a glimpse of a small, brown fuzzy ball sitting on your pillow catches your attention. A quokka stuffed animal, with a small replica boonie hat on it's head, clearly showing you who set it there. How he managed to get one so quickly was anyones guess. Picking it up, the small plushed creature looked at you with soft eyes and a warm smile, leaving you with the mental image of a certain captian.

Finishing your nightime routine, now accompied with a new friend. Climbing under the covers, snuggling close to the plush muttering to yourself "and he says he's not sentimental" before closing your eyes for some well deserved sleep. He's going to hate it when he finds out you've named it Price Jr.

#captian john price x you #john price x reader #captian john price x reader #john price x you #captain john price fluff #cod x reader #cod men x reader #cod fanfic #john price cod #john price x reader fluff

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 6: Black Rope and Blades (Shibari)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sniper shows off his skills with knot tying, among other things

Tags: Shibari, bondage, knife play, fear play, overstimulation, safe word negotiation, toys, blindfolds, aftercare

Word Count: 2.9k

The Masterlist

This was not how you expected to spend your afternoon, but you certainly weren’t complaining. When Sniper had asked you to help practice a ‘hobby of his’ after work, you didn’t bother to ask what exactly the hobby was, since, well, you were dodging gunfire at the time. Now you were seated on the small couch in Sniper’s camper, watching as he wrapped another loop of rope around your legs, silky smooth and ebony black woven cords stretching across your body. So, this was why he wanted you specifically to help.

While Sniper was certainly displaying a level of skill with those ropes that must have taken weeks to achieve, you had a feeling there was an ulterior motive behind his decision to make you his model. Even so, he seemed thrilled to finally show off his abilities. Your arms were already bound behind your back with rows of rope. Your legs were in a similar state, bent at the knees and tied to themselves to prevent you from straightening them.

The final touch would be on your chest, a harness. You watched Sniper's fingers work through ties and knots, stringing lengths of rope across your body. You drew in a breath whenever his fingers grazed your breasts. When he was finished, you were left with a star pattern crossing its way over your skin, perfectly framing your chest.

“It’s finished,” Sniper said, looking more than satisfied with his work. He picked up a nearby mirror, holding it up to you. “Have a look, doll. What do you think?”

You had thought you would feel a little self conscious, bound in rope without a stitch of clothing on, but you actually found that you felt quite confident. You took your time to admire the look. The rope pressed into your body, squeezing thicker parts in a way that was quite alluring. Nothing felt too tight, though. “Damn,” you whispered. “I look hot.”

“You sure do,” Sniper chuckled. “Now, ready for the next step?”

That sent a shiver of anticipation up your spine. You nodded, an enthusiastic grin spreading over your face. This was the part you were truly looking forward to. Sniper mirrored your expression before reigning himself in.

“Alright, but first, remember your safeword, darling. Say it to me.”

“Wallaby.” You could barely keep the giggle out of your voice. It was fitting that Sniper would choose the name of a cute little marsupial as a safeword.

“Good. Now, let’s get on with it.” Sniper retrieved a blindfold in the same black color as the ropes. The silk fabric was cool and soft as he tied it over your eyes, plunging your world into darkness. “Shake your head. I want to make sure that’s secure.”

You shook your head back and forth, rather ferociously. The blindfold didn’t budge, however you suddenly felt as if you were about to fall. The sudden movement coupled with the lack of sight left you dizzy, swaying a bit despite still being sat on the couch.

“Woah, you don’t have to shake that much!” Sniper said, laughing as you rocked slightly. He placed his hands on your shoulders, steadying you. “Looks like that blindfold will hold just fine.”

You laughed, an adorable sound that almost made Sniper feel guilty about what he was about to do, even though you had explicitly asked for it. He took a deep breath, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. It was time for the fun to truly begin. You felt his breath as he moved to kiss along your jaw, letting his teeth graze the skin every so often, teasing you with the possibility of a bite, but never delivering. Eventually, his lips were right beside your ear.

“Are you my good girl?”

His voice was low, with a rough growl to it that seemed to spark a fire within you, heat pooling between your hips. “I am,” you stammered, suddenly feeling very shy. “I’m your good girl.”

“You’ll do exactly what I say?” Sniper continued, now letting his hands feel their way up your thighs, over the rope and supple flesh. You already trembled at his touch alone.

“Yes,” you said, barely able to keep your voice from shaking.

“Perfect.” You heard Sniper moving around the van briefly, anticipation peaking when he finally returned, letting you stew in the silence for a moment. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding when he finally spoke. “Now, I need you to stay perfectly still.”

As if you had a choice. The ropes bound you securely, and although they weren’t too tight, they certainly didn’t allow for any movement. It soon became clear why you wouldn’t want to make any sudden movements, even if you could. The metallic edge was cold against your skin, making you gasp. It was against your thigh, barely exerting any pressure, yet you immediately recognized it.

“Feel that?” Sniper asked, letting the metal press against the soft flesh of your leg ever so slightly. “That’s my kukri, my knife, up against those lovely thighs of yours.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, your voice trembling as both adrenaline and arousal rushed through you. The combination was almost intoxicating.

The pressure of the knife remained steady, just enough to make your heart race without drawing any blood. “I know you trust me not to cut you, doll,” Sniper said. “But I also trust you. I trust you to tell me if this is too much.”

You didn’t have to see his face to know he was being genuine. His tone of voice said it all. Despite the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you felt safe with him. “Green,” you whispered, just loud enough for Sniper to hear. The stoplight system was always your go-to method when he wanted to check in on you, and it worked like a charm.

Sniper didn’t respond, but you did feel the kukri beginning to trail up and down your thighs, tracing mindless designs on one leg before moving to the other. The knife’s edge made you shiver, as it seemed to always be so cold. The moment you thought you had adjusted to the feeling, the blade moved upward, delicately tracing its way over your soft stomach.

You noticed a quick, repetitive noise, only to realize that it was your own breath. You were panting, lips parted slightly. Beneath the blindfold, everything felt so intense. The blade seemed sharper, and the texture of the ropes that looped around your body only emphasized your helpless state- and you were loving every minute of it. As contradictory as it was, you could almost say feeling so powerless was liberating.

The blade traveled upward, further and further still. Your chest rose and fell beneath its sharp edge. When it grazed your collar, your breathing suddenly picked up, a renewed rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. You tried to stay calm, but your brain screamed danger, primal instincts being alerted despite your conscious self knowing that it was all play. It was all you could do to keep from shaking.

“Deep breaths, darling.” Sniper recognized the first signs of panic. The blade withdrew immediately and you felt his hand on your face, calloused and familiar. His thumb stroked your cheek until your breathing evened out and you were able to remember that this was all a fantasy.

You took a deep breath after several minutes, having grounded yourself. “I’m alright,” you said. If it weren’t for the blindfold you would be looking Sniper in the eye. “Let’s keep going. Green.”

Sniper nodded, despite knowing you couldn’t see him. “I’ll pick up where we left off,” he said. The kukri returned to your collar, and this time you held your composure. Your breath still shook, but now it was

from arousal instead of fear. The blade continued to trail down your arms and then back up again, remaining there until the grand finale, the climax.

“I’m alright,” you whispered, breathing deep. “Keep going, please.”

The blade trailed back up your arms, along your collar again, until it was against your throat. You felt Sniper tilt your chin up, exposing more of your neck, sliding the edge of the blade along it slowly, letting you stew in the adrenaline. “That’s it, keep your head up,” he whispered. “So delicate and vulnerable. You love being helpless to me, don’t you?”

“I do.” Your voice shook, and you no longer tried to hide it. It was no use to even try.

“You’ve done so well.” There was a soft metallic sound. Your neck was still craned upwards, and it was only when Sniper tilted your chin back down that you realized the sound was the kukri being set aside. No longer was there a blade pressed to your neck. You breathed a sigh, still trembling as the adrenaline began to wear off. “I have a treat for you. Just give me a moment.”

You nodded, vaguely in the direction of Sniper’s voice, hoping you were facing the right direction. You heard some shuffling from a corner of the camper, as if he was searching for something, before a soft buzz overtook any other sound in the room. It didn’t take a lot of deduction to realize what exactly Sniper had retrieved, and a giddy smile spread across your face. Still, you startled a bit when you felt Sniper’s hand on your thigh, so focused on the sound of the vibrator that you didn’t notice his footsteps approaching

“Easy now, love. You’re alright,” Sniper said, rubbing your thigh and gently tracing the lines of rope as he did so. “Would you like me to take the blindfold off?”

“No, I’m okay.” You had grown to enjoy the blindfold. Plus, if a lack of sight could emphasize the fear that came with an adrenaline rush, you were excited to see what it would do for more pleasurable sensations.

“Alright. We can still stop whenever you want,” he reassured you again. “Now, I’m going make you feel good. You’ll feel this against those gorgeous breasts of yours first.”

You nodded, hearing the vibrator as it came closer. You let out a shaky exhale when you felt it against your chest, more specifically, on your nipples. You bit your lip, but were unable to stifle a soft moan.

“Oh, you’re real sensitive there, huh?” Sniper teased you, pressing the vibrator against you more firmly. “You jumped when I touched your chest with my blade too. I can hear you whimpering already. Let’s give the other one some attention.”

He continued to tease your nipples, watching them pebble beneath the stimulation. Sometimes Sniper would press the vibrator against one and pinch the other with his free hand, making you squeal and moan. As much as you enjoyed this, you were starting to get impatient as heat flared between your thighs, a need that was desperate to be sated.

Eventually, it seemed you got your wish, as the vibrator was easing down the center of your chest, over your sternum. Even further down it went, over your stomach and torso until it finally reached just above your clit. It hadn’t left your skin once in the journey from your chest to between your legs. “You’re still shivering, doll. But it’s not because of fear anymore, is it?” Sniper asked, a hint of genuine concern in his voice. He wanted to make sure you were enjoying this.

You shook your head with a short laugh. “No, it’s definitely not fear.”

That made Sniper grin. “It’s anticipation, isn’t it? Just rushing through your veins, making you all shaky, waiting for me to do this.”

Sniper pressed the vibrator to your cunt suddenly, making you cry out and buck uselessly. Your muscles tightened and you pulled against the ropes that bound you all over.

“Bloody hell! You know this is the lowest setting, right?” Sniper said, chuckling as he watched your reaction.

“Mundy, you’re teasing!” you whined, aware of how pathetic you sounded, but not caring in the slightest.

“That’s part of the fun, doll.”

You tried to squirm. Under the restraint of handcuffs, you could move and buck your hips, at least a little. This was different. Your hips could only move a few centimeters without risk of falling off the damn couch, and your limbs were only able to uselessly strain against their intricate bindings. You were completely at the mercy of Sniper.

The vibrator began to circle your clit. You were already getting close, and if he kept this up, you would be right on the edge in no time. “I’m gonna-” You could barely finish your sentence, cutting yourself off with a high pitched moan when Sniper pressed the vibrator directly on your clit.

“Are you going to come, darling?” Sniper asked. You didn’t even need to see his face to know that he was smirking. You could hear it in his voice.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck!”

“Go on, come nice and hard for me.” You felt his breath on your ear as he whispered, too focused on the vibrations to realize how close he had gotten. You weren’t sure if it was his words or the relentless stimulation from the vibrator that pushed you over the edge.

You let the feeling consume you, moans spilling freely from your lips. Without the privilege of sight, you felt as if you could only focus on the intensity of your pleasure, even the aftershocks sending shivers up your spine and making you arch. You were left feeling limp, tired, wanting nothing more than to relax- except you weren’t given the chance to relax. The vibrator continued to press against you, and with a jolt, you felt Sniper turn the settings up a notch.

“Fuck!” you cried, letting out a brief slew of curses before you could manage to say anything coherent. “Mundy, fuck! It’s too much!”

“You can give me one more, doll.” His voice was soft and sure, whispering encouragement. You could barely focus on his words. Through the shaking and shivering, you couldn’t even tell the moment when the overstimulation gave way to pleasure. You were already so sensitive, and your orgasm came much faster than before. It wasn’t as intense, but you were still left trembling and begging for some respite.

Your head fell back to rest against the top of the couch when the vibrator was finally pulled away and turned off. The absence of that ever-present buzzing left the camper feeling oddly quiet. You couldn’t speak, far too overwhelmed to even try. It felt good though, so very good. It was almost like a high.

Sniper could tell that you were in no condition to talk. Still, he walked you through his every action, making sure you weren’t startled by anything. “I’m going to take the blindfold off now,” he said, slipping his fingers through the knot in the silky fabric.

When it came loose, he could feel that it was damp with tears. You hadn’t even realized you had been crying. Sniper glanced between the blindfold and you, watching as you blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the light once again. When you met his gaze, you gave a soft smile, just enough to reassure him that your tears were not born of distress, but rather simply an emotional release to accompany the physical one.

“I'm going to untie you,” he said, reaching forward to free you from his ropes. Black cords were unwound with care, freeing your arms and first before getting to work on your legs. You still shivered slightly when he touched you, his fingers brushing against your skin. “Sorry, I know you’re still sensitive. You did so good, doll, so good.”

“I never knew how skilled you were with that knife.” It was the first sentence you said since your climax, and Sniper immediately perked up at the sound of your voice. “You applied just enough pressure to seem threatening while avoiding cutting me. I mean, I don’t even have a scratch!”

Sniper chuckled, eventually devolving into full blown laughter. “Oh, doll, I was using the dull side of the blade! I wouldn't dream of risking any real injuries.”

Your eyes widened at that. “But I thought- I could have sworn…” you stammered, quite surprised by this revelation. It had all felt so real. It seemed the mind was a powerful thing when you took away some of the senses, especially one's sight.

“The ropes are untied. Now, let me look you over.” Sniper examined you, looking over the red lines that marked your skin, particularly in places where you had strained against the ropes. “Everything looks good. These rope marks will fade. Stretch your arms and legs, you might be a bit stiff.”

You stretched out on the couch, flexing your muscles and working out any sore spots. Your eyes were drawn to the rope marks on your legs. “It’s a shame these will fade. I kinda like having a reminder.” You shot Sniper a playful smirk. “Maybe next time we should take pictures.”

“Let’s not get too excited.” He said it as if to brush you off, but you could tell by the look in his eyes and the faint blush on his face that he was considering it. “There are some other ties I want to practice, though.”

Your smirk widened. “So what I’m hearing is, there’s going to be a ‘next time.’”

“Oh, you should see the look on your face! You are too cute, doll,” Sniper said, moving to join you on the couch. You squealed as he began to pepper you with kisses. Yeah, we’re definitely gonna do this again, but for now, let’s get some rest.”

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #sniper x reader #sniper tf2 #mick mundy #tf2 mundy #tf2 sniper #team fortress sniper #sniper team fortress 2 #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[w-h06]

Do you get kookaburras (is that how you spell it?) around your house? I watch an Australian gardener youtuber and sometimes he has to pause the video until the kookaburras stop "OOH OOH AHH AH AH AH AH AH AH" ing.

Yes I do actually! My parents own a big property aka the house I've grown up in/still living in. I get all sorts of wildlife. No emus and Dingos! That's more up north? And more in the middle of Australia I'm pretty sure and in Zoos. (Might have to google it) Especially birds! Unfortunately I see and hear more Crows (Ravens, as other people call them. Same, same but different.) than Kookaburras and other birds. But I have been seeing more Rainbow Lorikeets, ducks and the Frog-Mouth Owl around!!

Yeah.. Kookaburras are VERY loud. I swear sometimes they laugh at me 🤣. So I understand why he has to pause and wait for the Kookaburras to stop.

Ooh and yesterday I saw a Wallabie with her Joey just chilling around on my driveway!! They were so cute! Too fast to take a photo though :/

#who speaks #who receives!

[nineevees]

general thoughts on the wk “our blue and green world” special (for funsies)

they had me in the beginning, by the end they completely lost me tho lolol

!! SPOILER WARNING FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T SEEN THE EPISODE YET !!

things i liked:

the intro was!! very good!! loved how they started in space and then gradually zoomed into earth, that was really fun :D

always excited to see how the background of the final shot changes in these specials !!

right away i am so glad they finally color corrected everything i couldn’t stand how bright everything was in season 6 T_T

chris being able to just effortlessly fold his t-shirts into a stack made me laugh lol

i don’t care if anyone says the song sounded flat as hell. the disbelief i had when it first came on. “what is this music what is goin- IS THIS A SONG??” the pure, unadulterated joy i experienced from it. it may be cringe but it has set me free.

idk. i’m just glad to see all these characters back after the hiatus :D

the resplendent quetzal is!! so cool!! so pretty!! i’d love an episode just dedicated to it

saw someone say this already but common aviva W for inventing two creature power discs at once !! it’s her world we are simply all living in it

BLUE WHALES ARE AS BIG AS TWO BRONTOSAURUSES?? waow

i think ever since i’ve gotten past the age of. elementary school. martin’s nicknames for animals have been kind of hit-or-miss for me? (though it might just depend on who’s writing the script i dunno) but i liked kablooey!! (kabluey?) it’s a very cute name :D

zach remembered that he has hacker bots he can use (which are. arguably his best invention?? i’m pretty sure?? i get why they don’t use them every single time zach shows up bc that would get old quickly but it establishes that despite being a whiny man-child who couldn’t tell a walrus from a wombat or a wallaby, he can still be a threat to the wk team)

indri lemur my beloved 🫶🫶

and everyone’s been talking about that so um. let me throw my hat into the ring then.

i can see the intention behind trying to redeem paisley, but it just. doesn’t really match with what’s been established by her character?

the entire special hit me with subsequent punches of “wow this is a kid’s show and i am NOT the target demographic” when they were talking about the water cycle and explaining global warming. so it makes sense, in a sort of wish-fulfillment kind of way that they’d try and redeem the villain whose goal is arguably the most realistic out of the main four.

zach’s main gimmick is using wild animals for his own technology. donita uses wild animals for fashion. gourmand cooks and eats wild animals. yes, the latter two can and do happen in real life (not… really sure about zach’s but that’s not the point). but paisley’s gimmick was never about harming animals, but destroying the environment they live in, in order to build things for humans instead. she’s the kind of person who you’d most likely encounter in real life. redeeming paisley has nothing to do with her character (a businesswoman who finds nature “yucky” as seen in the spirit bear and Asian elephant episodes), instead her general gimmick. wouldn’t it be nice if we could get the people destroying animals’ homes to truly see how beautiful nature can be? so much so that they stop trying to destroy it and instead attempt to help preserve it?

(this is just a personal nitpick but paisley’s new design absolutely is NOT working for me srry)

after i watched the special i had some ideas abt how it potentially could have gone instead?:

don’t redeem paisley at all: again, i get the general idea of why they did this but also. it doesn’t?? line up with her character at all?? the way she was acting in the beginning was fine and perfectly in character for her. she just wants nature out of the way in order to complete her plans, and she has no time for zach being overly concerned with the wild kratts. you could argue that her knowing that dolphins and whales weren’t fish but mammals was foreshadowing to her redemption, but like… paisley’s not dumb?? donita has also corrected zach on not knowing his animals in the past so unless you’re also going to argue for a possible donita redemption in the future then. yeah. i dunno. the other villains didn’t need a redemption to make the special they were in interesting, i don’t see how this one should be any different.

another redemption fake-out, but do it much earlier in the story: i have. my own gripes about how the plot of this special went but we’ll save that for later. have paisley initially be dismissive of the wild kratts’s presence, but once she learns that the kratt brothers are arguing and that aviva, koki, and jimmy are spending all of their time trying to get them to make up, pounce on that opportunity. have her go all over-the-top (like she did in her canon redemption) and trick the wild kratts into thinking she’s turned good, only for her to turn on them in the second half. this might be too similar to “a creature christmas” though. this one would take up more of the plot if that’s any consolation?

give a hint to a paisley redemption arc, but don’t make her do a complete 180 right away: if they’re adamant on redeeming paisley (again, i see the general idea behind this gimmick-wise), then they could still do it and make it fit with her character. remember that paisley’s intentions are not to harm animals, but their environment (which is not any better, making that clear). she can still have her awed-by-coral moment, but maybe. tone it down?? she can have second thoughts about going with the plan, but have zach or rex* encourage her to continue. she steels her resolve, but remembers the coral, and hesitates. and the kratt brothers use that last-minute hesitation to defeat zach’s zachbots and paisley’s pavers. have paisley question why she couldn’t go through with it as she and zach leave madagascar. you could have aviva or one of the other wild kratts theorize that paisley has started to have a change of heart after seeing what nature is capable of, if left to thrive. but again: don’t redeem her right away. hint at it, and then explore it whenever she appears as the main antagonist in an episode of season 7.

*i’m admittedly not caught up on all of wk, but like. did paisley fire rex or something. WHERE WAS HE THIS ENTIRE SPECIAL??

as for the plot point of the kratt brothers fighting… yeah that definitely could have gone better.

(again, minor nitpick but jimmy saying that this was the first time he’s seen the brothers fight,, then implied that it happened every single laundry day,, but also he’s definitely seen them fight before? or had disagreements at least?? isn’t that the premise of at least two different episodes not counting this special. this script is also Not My Favorite. not sure how to explain it but some of the dialogue seems a little awkward?)

ik that the brothers get into danger 24/7 but i feel like. martin should be a little bit concerned that chris was getting squeezed to death by a green anaconda?? like you don’t have to make him overtly worried to the point of apologizing, but you could at least. make him look at chris with concern? i get that the point is that “oh no the brothers are fighting so they won’t help each other when one’s in danger” but. martin your brother is dying STOP SMILING NONCHALANTLY.

the resolution between the brothers was. kind of rushed? all it took was chris complimenting martin (“nice one, bro!”) and then activating some creature powers and then everything was fine. is. is that all it took?

if you liked it then that’s 100% fine !! i’m glad you enjoyed it :D it just wasn’t for me

just my personal preference but i think i would have preferred it if we spent more time with the brothers solo (martin at sea and chris in the rainforest) and have them come to their realizations that the planet needs both blues and greens to thrive separately. like martin sees the planktonic soup and acknowledges that the creatures who live in the ocean need a little green to survive. or chris sees how important rivers are in the amazon and remembers how the rivers will eventually flow into the ocean. and both of the brothers remember their adventures with each other (or aviva, koki, and jimmy remind them). they can still be stubborn and not forgive each other, but i’d like them to at least like. acknowledge each other’s pov and respect it.

or: do something with aviva trying to program two creature power suits at once (the brothers are both in madagascar at this point). like, what if there was a creature power suit malfunction where martin is a blue whale at first, but then turns into an indri. and chris starts our as an indri but then his suit malfunctions and he becomes a blue whale. the bros swap places, with martin going on land and chris going to sea, and then they realize that the other had a point - the land is home to so many wonderful creatures and so are the oceans. and how both are connected and make the earth their home. boom, reconciliation.

also another personal preference thing, i really wish they spent more time with kablooey/kabluey and mambiky (?). i’m here for cool creatures and i wanna see more of the cool creatures !! is that so much to ask for !!

also also. i think the indri-conda was born bc someone saw the pun potential and to that i say. no comment.

i still have. a lot of thoughts but i think i’ll just leave it there for now. ik i criticized it a lot but i did genuinely enjoy the special :D i’m happy to have the brothers back from hiatus and can’t wait to watch the other episodes !!

#wild kratts #wild kratts spoilers #our blue and green world

[tf2-oneshots]

sniper shares weed with scout and they do stupid stuff and kiss (no sex pls)

Weed time

Warning: weed mention

Rating: Teen and up

Two joints are pulled out from a drawer in Sniper’s van. The Aussie pulls a lighter out from his shirt pocket, sticking one joint into his mouth to light it. The second is handed to Scout who sits in the van’s booth. Joints pressed together, Sniper lights the American’s before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“This stuff gonna make us act crazy?” Scout inhales, letting it sit in his lungs before blowing out the smoke. He taps a finger against the table, impatient to see what the affects will be. Will they pass out? Try to make cookies at 2am? Have an existential crisis that leaves them freaking out on the floor?

“Probably. Pauling said she bought a fridge just to make a castle from the box.” The poor woman shamefully returned her impulse purchase with a fumbled excuse of it being too big for the kitchen. Initially, it was a great idea to bring her G&G game to life, except for the fact that she already had a brand new fridge from another weed induced splurge. That box was turned into a boat.

“Good thing I wrote down Spy’s credit card info.” The two laugh, tapping their joints together like wine glasses before taking long inhales. Sniper slides into the booth, welcoming his yank of a lover into his arm. Scout rests against Sniper’s chest as they wait for the chemicals to seep into their brains.

Twenty minutes go by. If you asked Scout if he was high right now, he would deny it. It would take him multiple tries and several tangents to achieve, but he would deny it. This doesn’t change the fact that he’s standing in front of Sniper’s dream catcher and staring into it.

“Bloody hell are you doing?” Sniper is laid out on the floor, joint smoked with its remains in an ashtray along with his regular cigarette butts. His vest was discarded from how warm and clammy it made him feel. He really hates being warm and clammy. Speaking of clams, he’s kinda in the mood for seafood right about now.

“I’m watching your dreams, dude. Crazy stuff in here.” Scout stares at the criss crossing white thread. He slowly blinks, mesmerized by whatever it is he’s imagining. His eyes are bright red and hooded, fighting to stay open. Scout doesn’t wanna pass out with a high this good.

“What?” It comes out as a stifled laugh. Sniper rolls to his side, chuckling at the thought of Scout watching all of his weird dreams. The fish people one, the one where he lived with a wallaby, and many more. Sniper stands up only to immediately fall over and cackle. He tripped on his own hat! Its only now that he realizes that he wasn’t wearing the damn thing.

“You good, babe?” Scout snorts, watching his boyfriend roll around and laugh. The strange behavior ends up causing his own laughing fit that beings him to his knees. He crawls to Sniper, falling to the floor as the couple continue their ceaseless giggling. They manage a few short breaths of silence only for their laughter to immediately resume.

“Stop! Stop, dude, I’m—I’m gonna pee!” Scout clutches his stomach and kicks his legs. At that comment, Sniper holds out one of his jars. This only makes his lover laugh harder and smack his hand against the floor. Scout practically screams into the carpet as his body shakes.

The only thing that stops their laughing fit is hunger. Scout takes out a cooler they had stashed earlier knowing how the munchies can be. Two wrapped hoagies are pulled from the ice along with soda and an iced coffee. Sniper sets several cartons of cookies, muffins, and cupcakes onto the kitchen table. Not even waiting for Scout, he takes a massive bite into a chocolate chip muffin.

“Gimme one.” Scout reaches for a muffin, but Sniper pushes them away. He continues eating the treat, ignoring how badly he needs a drink to wash it down. Scout holds up his iced coffee, taunting him with the bitter brew. He reaches out, but the American tries to snag a muffin! Oh, no. Sniper bought them, so Sniper gets to eat them.

“You’re so freaking greedy when you’re high!” Scout is offended by the man blocking him from the food. Are they not dating? What kind of selfish man refuses to feed his beloved boyfriend? Ignore the fact that Scout has two hoagies in his hand. He’s going to starve unless he gets one of those cupcakes.

After a bit of pouting and bargaining, Sniper relents and earns his coffee. He chugs half the bottle before taking another fat bite of food. This time into his deli sandwich. Scout somehow fits two cupcakes, his hoagie, and an entire can of soda into his lean body. Of course, he continues eating. He’s just so hungry!

When their meal is no more than crumbs on plates, the couple decide to climb to their bed. Its as cramped as ever, but it beats the floor. At least now they have a new mattress pad to soften the hard surface. The old one had worn down over the years, but the stubborn Sniper refused to let go of it until Scout complained enough times about back aches.

As they cuddle one another, they share soft kisses from their foreheads to their chins. Scout traces the lines in Sniper’s hand with his thumb while the man happily explained their meaning. While not one to believe in most mysticism, it was still interesting. Hell, if he can believe in dream catchers and aliens, what’s the harm in thinking a few lines in his palm have meaning?

Scout on the other hand was growing tired. Too tired to keep his eyes open. The hand rubbing his back was no help either. Although he tried to fall asleep, he just couldn’t. His mouth kept moving despite his attempts to still it, and his eyes just didn’t want to stay closed. Quite the conundrum for the poor man.

Weed is cool and fun -H

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 requests #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #sniperscout #speeding bullet #weed mention #tw weed

[fourmula1]

Day 10: Childhood Nostalgia/Traditions

Written for the Chrismaxiel 2022 challenge, which I have severely neglected. Alas. 491 words.

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“Daniel, what is this?” Max asks from the living room, a delighted laugh filling Daniel’s ears where he’s in the kitchen finishing up making his coffee.

They’d arrived late last night, too late to do much but lug their baggage inside – exhausted from travel, confused from timezones – time only to say hellos to the Ricciardos before spilling into bed to pass out for hours.

This morning, though, Daniel is awake in his parents’ kitchen, making his coffee with all the familiarity of being home. He knows exactly where they keep the sugar bowl, which side of the fridge door to find the cream, where his favourite mug is kept. There’s a warmth in the house that isn’t just from Australia in December – it’s his family, his home, and all his love wrapped up under this roof.

“What’s what?” Daniel calls back to Max as he brings his coffee cup to his lips and takes a sip, savouring the day’s first caffeine and sighing as he looks out the window over the sink into the sprawling backyard.

“Kangaroos? And Santa?” Max asks and Daniel can’t help the honking laugh he lets out. He knows exactly what Max is talking about now.

He makes his way through to the living room where Max is – where Daniel’s mother has decorated for the holidays – and sees Max looking at the ornament atop the fireplace.

It’s a miniature replica of a sleigh, Santa Claus sat atop a heaping bag of presents, and… being pulled by six little white kangaroo figurines.

“What about it?” Daniel asks, laughing still as he takes another sip of coffee. Max’s face is a mixture of baffled and delighted – an expression Daniel’s sure he’s going to see more of as Max spends the holiday here and gets exposed to so much of Australia and Daniel’s inevitable way his accent is going to get thicker, his Australianisms more profound.

“Where are the reindeer?” Max asks and he can’t help but to laugh along with Daniel, grinning over at him.

“Too hot for Reindeer at Christmastime,” Daniel shrugs, smiling at Max. “Kangaroos take Santa around, here,” he says, absolutely delighted because it’s just so Australian. Everyone knows that fact, here.

“And, what? Koala bears are Santa’s assistants?” Max asks, laughing, and Daniel delights in it.

“No, that’d be the wallabies,” Daniel says casually with a shrug as he takes a sip of coffee, watches Max’s expression go from shock to realization that Daniel’s just messing with him.

“Shut up,” Max says and gives Daniel a little shove to his shoulder. Daniel grins and catches his wrist, pulls Max in for a kiss and savours it before his niece and nephew will be up and teasing them for any affection. Daniel can’t wait to make a point of planting a big, wet, smooch on Max’s cheek just to make the kids pretend to barf.

“Merry Christmas, Maxy,” Daniel smiles against Max’s lips. “Welcome to Australia!”

#christmaxiel #maxiel #my ficlet #christmas

[desert-bluffs-and-me]

WTNV quick rundown - 115 - Council Member Flynn, Part 2

View the rest of the rundowns here!

Paint a picture. It'll last longer. Welcome to Night Vale.

Tamika's new 8pm curfew does seem to have stopped the robberies and there have been no more murders but it's causing an infrastructure problem due to everything being empty and unused after that time. When two fellow book-lovers (Lisa and Marsha Robinson) are attacked by a Librarian (called Dan McDowell) due to nobody being there to maintain the cages or feed the librarians, Tamika revises the cufew to 6pm insisting that this will work despite Dana's protests.

Tamika is also turning 17 soon and bought a 'Pomeranian' called Lucky from the 'NV animal shelter and discount tire shop'. Cecil describes Lucky as a light brown dust bunny with hollow yellow eyes and a shreiking little laugh of a bark. She's been taking Lucky around as she personally assures all business owners that they are safe.

The police still have no suspects about the deaths of Tristan and Camila Cortez nor a cause of death.

Weather: "TMI" by Josey

Tamika's father, D'Angelo Flynn, is constantly talking about a robot uprising.

Janice's basketball team lost their pre-season game despite Janice scoring a record number of assists and she's pretty upset about it.

Michelle Nyugen says she was also robbed but doesn't really care as music is dead. Her current preferred currency is #4 bank-run gravel.

Megan Wallaby, despite being born 4 years ago, is now 17 and will graduate high school with honours soon. She enjoys athletics and biology classes and hopes to run her own clinic one day, wanting also to go to uni and major in physical therapy. She used to be on Janice's basketball team but has decided to quit and join Tamika's patrol force. This is mostly because she needs to raise money to fund any possible higher education.

Cecil mentions that for entertainment at home after curfew he has an Xbox, a VR helmet, 'some vegetation that's totally legal' and Susan Willman's HBO GO password which Steve cribbed for him.

Stay tuned next for the sound of two men cuddled up in bed watching the new season of Insecure. And Good night, Night Vale. Good night.

Proverb: Pull this lever. Don't worry, you will never know the result. There will be a result.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv quick rundown #wtnv ep 115

[redtworoguethree]

Last zoo post! Some unfortunately named Swamp Wallabies which what the hell is that about?! My son and father in law took turns laughing at them cause apparently they were just hilarious 🤷‍♂️

#zoo

[angiezidler205]

Silly Introduction

Next Morning

Rocko woke up groggy in bed and still wearing his clothes. He stretched and yawned while scratching his chest. He noticed something in his shirt and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He was confused at first but then remembered the beaver he'd met at the bar. He opened it and read 

###-###-#### Looking forward to meeting you again Rocky Road~ 

-Norbert

He grew flustered at the name and covered his face with the pillow. He then thought about the way Norbert smiled and laughed. Rocko smiled a bit, his ears even more red, and then grabbed his phone. He was just about to dial it but immediately he thought about something. “What am I going to say?”, Rocko asked himself. What is he going to say? “Hey! This is the guy you met at the bar!”... No. “Hello I'm Rocko Wallaby Rama. We've chatted together at the bar in the Rainbow Bar.”... Too much info.. “Hello blondie, I'm Rocko. The wallaby that swept you off your feet.”... Too disrespectful.... Rocko sighed and placed the phone back. He held his head, “What am I going to say? Should I just say hi?? Yeah.. Just say hi to him.”. Rocko took a deep breath and reached for the phone. He dialed the number and waited for it to be picked up. His palms began to sweat and his heart raced. 

At the Beaver’s Dam

Norbert was waiting by the phone, cooking to get his mind off of things, and felt his heart race. What if he doesn't call? What if he forgot he had the number in his pocket and tossed it in the wash? What if he didn't want to call him? The thoughts vanished in a flash when the phone suddenly rang. He answered it quickly, “Beaver’s dam, this is Norbert speaking!”. He mentally facepalm after sounding like a phone operator. It was dead silence until the other line spoke up, “Hi.”. Norbert looked at the phone confused, “Uhhh hi? May I know who I'm speaking with??”. There was no answer in the end. He grew more confused and hung up the phone. Rocko on the other end facepalmed. Talk more, instead of literally saying Hi!! The phone rang a few seconds later and Norbert answered it once again, “Beaver's Dam, this is Norbert speaking.”. Rocko took a deep breath, “Uhh H-Hello Norbert. T-This is R-Rocko. You know.. The Wallaby that you've met at the Rainbow Bar?”. Norbert felt his tail slap the chair, behind him, in excitement, “Hey Rocko! Was that you on the last line?”. Again he mentally facepalm. That's too teasing.. He heard a small nervous chuckle, “Y-You could say that..”. Norbert chuckled at this, “How ya been? Having a hangover or nah?”. Rocko smiled, “No. I drank a lot of water and took some painkillers before calling. I wanted to see you again.. I-I mean! I want to meet you somewhere! S-So we can get to know each other!! And maybe… Properly introduce ourselves?”. Norbert laughed, “Very forward there Rocko. What time? And what place as well! I mean Too! Or did I get the first part right.”. Rocko chuckled a bit, “How about one in the afternoon at the same place? That way we have two hours to get ready.”. Norbert smiled, “I'll meet ya there then Rocky Road!”. They both smiled and there was an awkward silence on the line. Rocko cleared his throat, “I-I'll see you then N-Norbert.”.

“Alrighty Rocko. See ya later.”, Norbert said softly. Rocko smiled, “Bye.”. Norbert smiled as well, “Bye.”. Rocko held onto the phone, “Bye.”. Norbert tried not to laugh, “Bye.”. Rocko was quiet for a few seconds then spoke up, “Bye.”. Norbert laughed, “Alright I'll hang up. Bye Rocko.”. Rocko then spoke up, “Or I could! I mean yeah you hang up. Bye Norbert.”. Norbert chuckled and finally hung up. What a weirdo. He turned around and jumped at the sight of Daggett. “Who was on the phone that made you smile this big?”, Daggett asked smugly. Norbert shook his head, “Just a friend that I met at the bar.”. Daggett chuckled, “Yeah the friend that was in your mind while smooching your pillow.”. Norbert shoved him while his face was red, “Hey! I was Drunk ok?”. Daggett rolled his eyes, “Yeah I know. You walked into the diner, next door, and started talking about that guy. Had to take you home and take care of you, Spoothead. Literally had to convince you to drink water by bringing him up.”. Norbert felt a bit embarrassed but shook his head, “And I told you that I'll try to get you a gift for doing that for me.”. Daggett rolled his eyes, “It better be amazing, or I'm telling everyone about it.”. He then sniffed the air, “Is something burning?”. Norbert immediately realized that he had the stove in and ran towards the burning food, “My breakfast!!”. 

Rocko took a deep breath and got in the shower. He's extremely nervous about this, but he knows that he can do this. It's just a simple meet and greet. Chatting about what happened back there. It's not like he said something too weird. "Well I think she's missing out on someone who's funny, smart, cute and amazing.”. Rocko felt the embarrassing heat rise up in his face. Oh no. He's going to think that I want to date him already! I'm not ready for a relationship yet!!! Especially to someone he'd Just Met!!! It never ends well! It always ends with him with a broken lonely heart.... Maybe they can just be friends for a while? Yeah! Get to know each other more, and if there's anything that they don't like. Then they can just stay as friends!! Maybe Norbert can give him dating advice and help him try to sweep someone off their feet. Especially Melba.... Rocko finished showering and got out to dry. Ok now to dress casually and meet him at the Rainbow Bar. He went downstairs and noticed Spunky asleep on the couch. He smiled at the sight and went to the kitchen to refill both his bowls quietly. Just in case he takes a while longer, Spunky already has an extra nice meal to enjoy. Rocko then grabbed his keys and left his home. He has about an hour and thirty minutes left so maybe a quick run to the store will be a good idea. 

Norbert got out of the shower and tried to think of ways to style his hair. He wants it nice but not too nice. They're just getting to know each other. Nothing more. Nothing less. He looked at the magazine and tilted his head, “Hmmmm. Which one makes me look more like.. I'm confident and gorgeous.... Hmmmm.. Ehh I'll just stick with my origi-Nal style.”. He fixed his hair a bit and smiled at the way it looked. He then left without his shirt and rushed to the door, “I'll be back around the afternoon. Don't do anything stupid.”. Daggett rolled his eyes, “I should be saying that to you Norb.”. Norbert groaned while shaking his head, “We're just friends Dag.”. He then left for the bus station. By the time he got there, he noticed how empty it was. He sat down and waited patiently for it to arrive. While he waited, he thought of ways to start a conversation without sounding weird. He hoped Rocko was understanding that whatever he did was from the drink. He still felt embarrassed that he kissed his cheek but he blamed his drink. Once the bus arrived, he got inside, placed the money, asked to be dropped off by the bar, then sat down by the front. He rested his cheek on his hand, as he watched the trees pass by. 

Finally Rocko placed the last groceries in the trunk and made sure everything was safe and hidden. Last time, his stuff flew out and was taken by the birds. Once he closed the trunk, he locked the doors and walked towards the bar. He opened the door to see a lot of people there watching the game. He walked towards the place he and Norbert met and sat down. A male bartender came by and looked at him, “What would you like?”. Rocko thought about it for a bit then smiled, “Two Smirnoffs please.”. As the bartender nodded and left, Rocko heard a familiar chuckle. “Already buying drinks? We haven't even talked yet.”, Norbert said as he sat next to him. Rocko jumped a bit startled and smiled nervously, “Norbert! Hehehe you scared me a bit. I-I just uhh. Wanted to be kind and get us both drinks?”. Norbert laughed, “Well thank you Rocko.”. They both waited for their drinks and looked down a bit nervous. Norbert then took a small breath and spoke up, “ So uhh. What do you do for a living?”. Rocko looked at him and smiled a bit, “I sell comic books. I honestly thought that the digital comic book machine was going to take my job, but it exploded.”. Norbert looked at him confused, “Exploded?”. 

“Yeah. Apparently some weirdo ordered so many comics that he made about Big Man against some weird tentacles, and the machine corrupted to where it exploded on impact. The company bought more of those machines but the same guy kept doing the same thing, until they gave up and brought back the classic comic book place.”, Rocko explained while the bartender gave them their drinks. Norbert chuckled, “Did the guy ever come back?”. Rocko shook his head, “After that incident my boss banned him.”. They both took a sip of the drink. Rocko then looked at him, “How about you?”. Norbert leaned on his hand and smiled, “I don't really work but I make inventions. I build stuff that scientists never make, and sell it for a decent price. I also tend to travel places and conveniently get cool stuff. But I mainly stay home and watch movies with my brother. It's what beavers do nowadays.“. Rocko was curious about his inventions, “What kind of inventions do you make? I-If you don't mind me asking.”. Norbert patted his back, “It's cool. I invent secret rooms, telescopes to see a close up of the moon, huge claw machines, or even cool rides.”.

“Wow. That's amazing! You're like a genius but better than any scientist! Have you figured out how to cure any sickness?”, Rocko asked while getting a bit closer. Norbert laughed, “Not yet, but I'm still investigating it.”. They both continued to talk about themselves, until they finished the second bottle. Rocko felt a bit buzzed but knew that there's a diner next door. He got down and looked at Norbert, “Want to go to the diner? That way we can eat something before another hangover comes in.”. Norbert chuckled and got down to follow, “Sure thang Rocky Road.”. They both chuckled and went next door. Once they sat down, they began ordering the food and drinks. Once they were alone, things got a bit awkward. They haven't mentioned about the incidents that happened when they were drunk. Rocko felt the urge to speak but didn't know where to start off. Neither did Norbert. How can he bring up the whole scenario with the kiss on the cheek? They both took a deep breath. 

“There's something I need to tell you.”

“There's something that I must tell you.”

They both looked at each other and laughed. Rocko then gestured to him, “You first.”. Norbert took a deep breath and felt his face heat up, “I.. I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday. I was drunk and may have said some things and uhhh… Kissed your cheek.”. Rocko shook his head, “No no it's ok! I'm sorry for how I acted too! I was a bit drunk and may have said some things that sounded disrespectful. And I uhhh. Kind of lost myself when I explained about you and your ex a bit…”. Norbert felt a bit worried, “You didn't sound disrespectful. You just told me that I deserve better and how my ex is missing out on me. None of that is disrespectful Rocko.”. Rocko felt a bit ashamed, “Still. I just.. I know your grief with your ex is none of my business, but… I do hope you took my words to heart. You deserve a love that's reciprocated. And I have said that I'll say it again whenever you need it..”. Norbert felt his eyes water and face flush a bit, “R-Rocko.. You're too kind.. You're going to make me cry.”. Rocko immediately regretted everything and panicked, “Oh cripes I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to make you cry!”. Norbert shook his head and laughed, “Not from sadness silly. I… I never had any random stranger that I just met tell me this in the most thoughtful way.”. Rocko looked away a bit red, “I'm. I'm glad you felt that way. I.. I tend to get lost in thought whenever someone deals with something awful. I understand what everyone goes through and I just want them to know that they're not alone. I'll be here as a friend. As your shoulder to cry on. And as a friend to ramble to.”. Norbert smiled softly, “Thank you Rocko. Honestly everyone needs you in their life. You're the bestest Wallaby that I ever met and I'm glad to be your friend.”. 

Rocko smiled and held out his hand, “Then I guess we should properly introduce each other as friends now.”. Norbert snorted and took his hand, “Well I'm Norbert. Norbert Foster Beaver. And I hope we can hangout more often.”. Rocko smiled wide, “I'm Rocko. Rocko Wallaby Rama, and I'll be honored to hangout with you whenever we're free.”. They both laughed and continued to chat while their food was on the way. 

#rocko's modern life #angry beavers #crackship #rockbert #headcanon

[thepuppetligthbulb]

HEIRS OF WELCOME HOME AU FACTS ABOUT EDDIANK(English version)

1: Eddiank is Frank and Eddie's eldest son

2:Eddiank was originally going to be called Felix or joke

3: the name of eddiank has an explanation, at the birth of eddiank Eddie brought a letter with him, since he believed that he could not express in words his happiness at the birth of his son, the crazy thing is that as you know that Eddie Sometimes He even forgets his own name and mixes it with several when he writes letters, because on that occasion he linked Frank's name with his, and from that mixture the name Eddiank came out, and for some reason Frank liked the name, and that's how it turned out XD

4: Eddiank, like Frank, has the ability to turn his head completely, only unlike Frank, he does it when he is extremely happy or excited.

5: He is 12 years old

6: Eddiank's favorite type of coffee is coffee with milk, and he gets VERY imactive when he drinks it (He once tried it because there was a cup on the shelf, and he loved it, but his parents won't let him drink it, at first why do they say he's still too young for that)

7: Eddiank hates broccoli, in his words he says it tastes very strange

8: Eddiank's favorite fruit is strawberry

9: Eddiank usually addresses the other neighbors as 'uncle' or 'aunt', since in his words, everyone is and can be part of the family

10: Eddiank once gave a strawberry to Wally, and he confused it by saying it was an apple but smaller.

11: Eddiank's favorite colors are red and blue, this is because his combination makes purple, which is Eddie's favorite color.

12: Although Frank and Eddian share a certain taste for insects, Eddiank is afraid of large insects, especially centipedes and cockroaches.

13: Eddiank prefers small, harmless-looking insects like worms and caterpillars.

14: Eddiank gets easily confused by things, which makes it difficult for him to organize, but this does not mean that he is very good at it

15: He is someone VERY innocent

16: Eddiank used to secretly go out to Frank's garden to eat some of his vegetables, one time he ate Joe by accident, (this happened when he was about 5 years old) and to make up for it Eddiank renamed another of the tomatoes after Jony

17: Eddiank found it incredible that Julie talked to the plants, so much so that he also sometimes tends to talk to the plants, even though he can't hear them, he finds it pleasant and fun to imagine that they were talking to him and imagine what they were saying to him.

18: Frank insisted that his children read, something that Eddiank did not do much, since he tends to get very confused and overwhelmed by all the words that are seen in books, for this reason Frank gives Eddiank books with pictures

19: both eddiank and Fradie, unlike their father Frank, liked sweaters with turtlenecks or long necks, Eddiank says that they were comfortable on cold days, but he only wore them on those days since, either it made them warm, or his neck itched

20: When he was little (we're talking about 2-4 years old) Eddiank liked to eat the glue that Eddie had at the post office, especially the glitter one.

21: He is very protective of his family, especially his sister.

22: He has a strong relationship with Eddie, he considers him his favorite father, although he doesn't say it with Frank around so as not to make him feel bad.

23: He laughed at anyone's jokes, except Wallaby's, since he said they were very heavy and offensive.

24: Poppy used to do cooking activities for all the mini neighbors, Eddiank was the one who brought the ingredients, mostly bringing and insisting on making meals with strawberries

EXTRA DATA (although this type of data will not be shown much in the story, one reason for this is that eddiank and the other mini neighbors are still young 😔) Eddiank is pansexual

It is possible (or at least I have planned) that in the future, Eddiank will have a small relationship with Barny (the eldest son of Wally and Barnaby)

#frank frankly #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #eddie dear #multishipper #au #fanchild #frank x eddie #frank x eddie fanchid

[f1-disaster-bi]

In the shifter AU, has fox Lando encountered koala Oscar yet? What if he'd shifted himself and went scampering into his teammate's driver room because it's fun to annoy him and watch him laugh when Lando tries to be fearsome but he's just too super cute the scare anyone. But Oscar's not there, just this funny looking furry dude blinking lazily at him and chewing on some kind of leaf. Human Lando would know immediately that it's Oscar but fox Lando's brain goes kind of fuzzy and he feels like he should know what this strange creature is but can't work it out and Oscar can't work out what this tiny koala with the pointy nose who runs around on all fours is all about either. Maybe Oscar tries to make friends by giving Lando a Eucalyptus leaf to eat but it's the weirdest kind of food the fox has ever tasted and he can't help grimacing as he tries to chew it.

What do you think? Cute prompt or silly?

Ooooo anon I love this idea overall, the only thing is that Oscar isn't actually a koala in me and @f1-birbs au. He's actually a wallaby and surprisingly (because we thought it was funny) Val is actually a koala 😂

But yes! Little fox Lando being absolutely baffled by seeing his teammate shifted for the first time.

He goes to go annoy Oscar, and instead finds this creature he has never seen before and his first thought to himself is "did someone put Daniel in a washing machine? Why has Daniel shrunk?" and he's panicking a little because "how will I tell everyone that someone shrank Daniel??"

Then he realizes that he's in Oscar's room so it can't be Daniel, and the wallaby is looking at him like "is he actually this stupid?" which yes, Oscar, tiny fox Lando is a few crayons short of a crayola box and genuinely can't piece two and two together for a bit to recognize that it is Oscar in front of him.

Oscar would have to start pointing at pictures of himself that he has in his room until Lando comes out from where he's hiding and shyly sniffs Oscar before yipping in embarrassment because "oh, it's just Osc, it's not a shrunken Daniel"

#shifters au #lando #oscar #lando is small and baffled #shifters

[cl0ckworkpuppet]

ranking things the zoo guests do/say/ask on a regular basis

for context, i work at a zoo, and people are fucking insane

"can we pet them?": 3/10. no, you can't. the signs say you can't. but I commend you for asking. If you ask after you've already pet one, though, -8/10. do better.

"i think there's a nursery rhyme about the kookaburra!": 5/10. cool trivia fact! if you actually start singing it, though, 1/10. cool you actually know it, but please stop

"garfunkel, huh? where's simon?": -10000/10. You Suck. I hate when people ask me this and I hate them personally. Because of this job I now have a vendetta against Simon and Garfunkel.

(starts playing kookaburra noises on their phone speaker): 2/10. clever, but annoying. also, doesn't work if you're trying to get them to make noise. they only laugh when no one is watching them.

"well, one of 'em over there let me pet 'em just fine!": -6/10. you did not have to tell me you did that. and just by that description, i know it was garfunkel, who is usually resting because He Is Overheated. animals laying down is not an open invitation to come pet them.

"i was just taking pictures!": 0/10. you can take pictures from the designated guest path. Stay On It.

"can we pet the swans?": just for this question specifically, -16/10. are you fucking kidding me? can you pet the swans? ask me that question again but slowly.

"garfunkel?? they need to get some spaghetti, cuz that's not quite italian enough!": 10000/10. i've only ever heard this once, and it was today from a 13 year old, but I genuinely had to stop myself from bursting out laughing on the job

"are the emus friendly?": 4/10. Australia lost a war to them for a reason.

"why aren't the animals in cages?": -5/10. first of all, we don't cage animals, we keep them in habitats. second of all, this is the Australia Walkabout. Where you Walk About with the Australian animals. You came in here for that exact purpose.

"i don't like birds": -7/10. not because you're afraid, birds are a totally normal thing to dislike. i'm just baffled why you came into an enclosure full of many many free roaming birds if you are afraid of them

"why is the swan pond so dirty?": 1/10. first of all, that is algae, and in small amounts it's not bad at all. it's pretty natural, especially for a giant pond directly in the sun. but more importantly, it is hundreds of gallons, and we cannot put chlorine in it, and it is not feasible to clean every day. we do clean it multiple times a week, but it gets especially bad after storms or heavy rain

"will the budgies poop on me?": 7/10. valid concern, actually. budgies shit every 10-15 minutes. maybe. i've had it happen plenty of times before to guests and especially myself. to answer their question, you'll only get pooped on if you stand directly under them. they don't shit while flying so ur good

"can my child ride the [emu/wallaby/giraffe]?": -284/10. i don't know what kind of cocaine you need to be on to ask me this question seriously, or especially to expect the answer to be yes, but even as a joke this question isn't funny. if i had a nickel for every time i was asked this question, i'd have a quarter

"will the giraffes bite me if i feed them?": 8/10. no, they physically can't. nor do they want to. but it's a valid question; they're pretty big animals to be feeding so carelessly. you'll probably get licked though

(does an australian accent): just because it barely ever happens, 8/10. you'd think it'd happen more often, but no. i've only ever got it a couple times. i rank it so high because hearing these guys try and fail to do an accent makes me laugh so hard

"are you a farmer?": 9999/10. little kids ask me this question when they see my safari hat. makes my day every time.

"are these kangaroos?": 5/10. on one hand, fine. not everyone knows the difference between kangaroos and wallabies. since wallabies are like a quarter of the size of roos, they're often mistakenly called baby kangaroos. plus they're in the same family and look very similar. on the other hand, do you honestly think we'd be stupid enough to put actual fucking kangaroos in with guests walking around freely without an enclosure? be for real

"do these wallabies have pouches?": 3/10. fine question, but these guys have comically large balls

"is that wallaby dead?": 4/10. no, that's garfunkel. he sleeps all the time. i promise he's ok.

"can we pet the budgies?": 2/10. you're welcome to try, but even i can't get them on a seed stick let alone touch them

"can we grab the budgies out of the air?": -999999999/10. Explode.

"don't you hate how the animals are treated in zoos?": -999999/10. you are not the PETA warrior you think you are. when executed properly, they can be really good for the animals inside of them. natural does not necessarily mean good, nor does unnatural necessarily mean bad. that's called a Logical Fallacy. some of these animals Cannot Be Released. please do any amount of research on zoos and aquariums that are not seaworld or the once in a while shitshows

"what year do you graduate high school?": -infinity/10. i am in College.

"when i was younger, budgie feeding was one dollar each, not two!": -18/10. that was in 1943, grandma. plus i'm just some guy. what do you want me to do about that?

"can i have a seed stick for free?": if you're an adult, -10/10. No. if you're a child, 10/10. No (wink and passes under table).

"can you break a hundred?": -100/10. No.

"i like your hat": 10/10. thank you! i like yours too!

"that's a cool pin you have!": 10000/10. my pins are all pronouns and trans flags. i love you.

(sees me cleaning the budgie aviary) (looks at their kid) "See that man in there? If you don't behave, I'll force you to have his job.": -infinity plus one/10. First of all, fuck you for shitting on janitorial positions. I'm sure you would prefer to not step in bird shit. Second of all, I'm not a janitor. Third of all, fuck you for getting your child to behave using fear tactics and threats. Fourth of all, I love my job. I tell these kids and parents straight up to their face that I do. That this isn't everything I have to do in my job. Some parts might be dirty, but that's okay, and no one's job is ever something to be laughed at. One kid told their parent after I told them everything I get to do in my job that they actually want my job when they grow up. That parent was furious. Good. Fuck you, Karen, for shitting on workers that only help make your experience more enjoyable. I've only gotten this three times, thank god, but holy shit. The entitlement of these people is fucking insane

anyway i might think of more later

#animals #zoos and aquariums