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radiopixelctive · 4 months
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Pizza Tower Spice'd Backstories: Remixed
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Pierrot Mozzarella
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a 42 year-old man who gained an inhuman power of electicity from just pulling his fingers into an electric outlet while being an extremely curious and dumb teenager. He's half italian half french, so that's why his name is Pierrot and that's why he owns a pizzeria. He was always a weirdo, but in a good way. almost always positive and optimistic, for some reason. But one day his parents were gone, and Pierrot had a hard period of time in his life due to his loss (which made him depressed in his 30's) and lack of job. Pierrot then decided he will leave the town and start his own business by making and delivering pizzas, which he was not bad at. he was working in his own pizzeria for several years all alone without any help, but he was pretty good at his work nevertheless. Of course, he was tired and exhausted at the end of the days from these delivers and cooking at the same time. he even wasn't paying attention to the huge tower next door. but there was one day - the day of Giovanni's and Sam's arrival. these three were working together for like a year now, without any harmful or big incidents.
Giovanni and Sam The Hamster
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Giovanni is a gnome which cooks a nice and fresh pizzas for his family and neighbours, and Sam is an overgrown hamster and Giovanni's friend which delivers his pizzas to the other gnomes and people who lives in the Fresh Grove. after months of living in the tower, Gio got bored by just spending his life in the place he knows for a long enough time. He decided to leave the tower of pizza with Sam and observe the world. As it was clear, they didn't go really far away and stopped at Pierrot's pizza place. The gnome was working there as a pizza delivery man with his overgrown hamster buddy. Everything was pretty good the whole year until SpiceMiss came over and kidnapped him for her own goals and reasons.
PurpleBell
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He was just a little pepper when he found out about the charms of mechanics and devices. PurpleBell was learning on how to use tools and stuff, he was really onto it. He's thinking it is the best and interesting thing on the earth, and nothing can be better than being a mechanic/engineer. The pepper was concidered as the almost best mechanic of the tower, or at least of the 1st floor of the tower. PurpleBell was proud of his works and projects, but then he decided to try something else. When he had enough money, he suggested to be an "f1" big key keeper, ready to fight against the ones who ever try to steal the key and/or go further up the tower with not-so-good intentions.
The Impartial
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a brave and justice-filled swiss cheese creature with a cool grey cowboy hat, who IS aware of what he really are. When he was little, his grandfather, John E' Swiss, was his only family member so far. He taught his little grandson how to use weapons for good purposes, because he knew his grandson wanted to be a kind but fair fighter for justice and peace in the tower. When Impartial's grandfather died, he was really upset, but he didn't gave in to his grief. He was and IS a good justice warrior. He kept his money in his money box to be a "f2" big key keeper, knowing that it will be hard but important job to do, since he swore to his grandfather and others that he'll protect the tower from any danger and evil, even if it depends on his own life.
Neddy & Nelly
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twin siblings, both 21 years old. Nelly was a really mischievious but supportive kid, and Neddy… he was just mischievious and a bit troubled kiddo. Of course they had and have some relationship problems, like, they argument with each other sometimes, but hey, that's a typical sibling stuff, c'mon? After their college, both of 'em found a nice jobs in the tower. Neddy have his own TV show where he does extreme and weird stuff, which kinda stresses him out, and Nelly have her own cafe with a good enough reputation. Neddy had alot enough money to be a "f3" big key keeper, and Nelly didn't wanted to be left behind, so she also payed some money to be partly a keeper, just to support her bro. Since Pierrot's arrival to the tower, Neddy noticed how weird, in his opinion, he was, so he started calling him "weirdo". He found some pluses in fighting the french italian, which are his show's possible reputation raise and the title of a good big key keeper.
Fierrot
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A clone of Pierrot who's a fuse of two different types of Pierrot clones, which was the smartest of any other clone ever. but soon enough, it realised that it is just someone's doppleganger, and decided to not be someone else. It wanted to be an unique person. Its abandoned pizza place was, well… abandoned. And it lived there after leaving the factory it was created in. It, surely, tried to cook some pizzas, but it was bad- no… horrible! it was upset and downed, but one day… it heard a music. it was so nice and so wholesome! thought Fierrot and followed the sweet call of the tune and notes. There was a little radio, which somehow still worked and was turned on. But Fierrot didn't care who or what turned it on, it was only fascinated and charmed. It took the radio to its pizza place, carefuly placed it onto his counter and decided that it will not make food, no! it will dance! it will make it's business by doing something it loves and amazingly can thanks to it's stretchy and flexible body, and not just by copying someone's success! So it shapeshifted into it's very own unique style, being more original, and made a few permanent clones (which is now a janitor, a DJ and a head of special effects) to help it with some things. But time passes, and nothing in it's business changes still. It was saddened again, and for a complete accident, it has found Nelly's Cafe nearby. It thought that it can spend some time there, probably even find some friends. Fierrot came over to the cafe and sat down by the counter. It saw Nelly and The Impartial talking about something, looking like best friends. It decided to join their conversation, and it was successful. Now, with a good pair of friends, it had more confidence. but nothing worked, once again. It was feeling downed and almost depressed, but suddenly its janitor told him about the "big key keeper" thing. It got determined and excited again, and it was sure this time everything will be neat! It was happy, until it found out that to be a big key keeper, it needs money to pay. Luckily, it knew a person who could give it some money on credit - Nelly! She had enough money, and was very kind and understanding person, so she gave Fierrot it's needed amount of money. It promised that it will thank her by giving her the same amount back in the future. Now, once it became a "f4" big key keeper, it felt special.
SpiceMiss/SpiceGal
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SpiceGal - a glorious, modest and smart woman, but also a little crazy with her engineer stuff. Her father was always kind and nice to her, and he was supporting her interests. But why did she become a villain, you ask? First of all, She's not, she just LOVES to mischief around like a little silly girl. And second of all, she was born being just a slice, and not full pizza, so she created a robot (with a bit of AI) that is a full pizza - just like what she was dreaming about! She called it SpiceMiss, not really wanting to come up with something else. she likes science, constructing and cooks not pretty good, so she decided to build a whole huge-ass tower for her creations and other creatures to live in! Everything was balanced, until two of the tower residents decided to leave. She thought that if they will find a place that's may be better than her tower, then they'll tell about this place to everybody in the tower, and her tower will be abandoned. SpiceGal was not liking this idea, and she (or rather SpiceMiss (there's no big difference anyway)) decided to kidnap the gnome. as a "bonus", she wanted to blow up Pierrot's pizza place, which she then changed her mind about, when Pierrot was already half-way to the top.
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justalazywritter · 1 year
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Their Love language
Transformers x reader
Fluff
Characters: Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet and Hot Rod.
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Optimus is more on reassurance and act of service. I can see he woul let you snuggle to him but act of service is his more live language. You're gonna do something? *Click* He would do it. As long as he can he would do it. He was not possessive but protective. Was not a fan of PDA but if you feel like neddy then he would gladly kisses you in private.
Bumblebee is the baby of them all. His main love language is physical touch. So if you're touch starve he was your personal teddy bear. If you command cuddle he would gladly be the big spoon and always want to held you to keep you safe just to be sure.
Rachet would be the type that have the love language of Quality time. He was a doctor and most like to spend time in lab. So you're most likely to be in his lab and spend time with him there. And second is words of affirmation. If you have anxiety or just being nervous on something his words would calm you and assure you that everything will be alright.
Hot Rod would be the type to spend time with you. You wanna stargaze? You got it. Watching movies or series that interest you? You got it too! Did I also mention that he's a good listener? If you're a novelist or a more likely to be a reader he's more than happy to hear about the book your reading. He swear he could listen to your voice for the whole day.
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2/26/2023
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bridgertonbabe · 3 months
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Dose Sophie and Benedict in the Royal AU go a state visit with the Charles when he is just a baby, like how Prince William and Kate took Prince George to Australian
Sophie had been nervous ahead of the state visit, not just because it would be her first time representing her country overseas but that it would also be her son's first royal engagement. She expressed her worries with her sister-in-law, Kate, who was quick to reassure her that the visit would be a roaring success.
"Soph, what's not to love? You're the newest beautiful royal bride and Charlie is the newest beautiful royal baby; that winning combination is guaranteed to amass glowing reviews." Kate stated matter-of-factly as she cuddled her eight month old nephew. "Seriously look through the archives. Both of Neddy and Milo's first engagements led to instant surges in popularity, as did Simon and Daphne's kids, and going back even further so did each of our in-laws' first appearances as babies. It's a timeless winning formula."
"I know." Sophie sighed as she soothed herself by stroking Newton's very soft ear. "I'm just dreading the inevitable headlines referring to Charlie as the scandal baby, no matter how well the visit goes. I know I have to make my peace with the fact that the tabloids won't let go of it but it just upsets me to know that Charlie will be stuck with a narrative he was cruelly labelled with at birth."
"Oh, fuck them." Kate swore (covering her nephew's ears as she did). "I know those scummy tabloids will perpetuate it for as long as they possibly can but at the end of the day it reflects far more badly on them than it does on Charlie. God, how pathetic do you have to be to stoop so low as to target an innocent baby and label him like that? Especially a baby as cute as you." she addressed Charlie, booping his nose and prompting a giggle out of him. "But look, if anything having Charlie front and centre on this trip will rid the whole scandal baby out of people's minds. They're going to be far too invested in how adorable he is and just how besotted you and Ben are with him that it'll undermine the tabloids intention of sensationalising when he was conceived."
Though still apprehensive, Sophie considered Kate's advice and acknowledged there was truth to what she was saying. While the scandal baby label had been rife when Charlie was a newborn, it had gradually ebbed with the release of family photos, his christening, as well as being photographed sleeping in her arms when they went to watch Benedict take part in his charity polo match. Though Sophie didn't want to parade her baby around just for the sake of winning over public opinion, if it meant shutting down those who had been vocal about Charlie being conceived outside of marriage then she reasoned that in the end it would be worth it.
Upon landing and disembarking from their flight, Charlie had excitedly bounced in his mother's hold, wriggling his legs and waving his arms as they descended the stairs from the plane in front of the press pack who were reporting on the visit. Recognising the possibility of Charlie being overexcited, Benedict took him from Sophie and steadied their son as they shook hands with the country's prime minister. Much to everyone's surprise Charlie had patted the prime minister's hand as his father was shaking it and when the man offered his hand out to him Charlie had grabbed a hold of him and had attempted to bring his mouth to suck on the prime minister's hand.
"Sorry, he's just very delighted to make your acquaintance." Benedict had quipped and made everyone laugh after quickly extracting the prime minister's hand from his son's grasp.
The next day the family of three visited a national park famous for it's waterfall, with Charlie dressed in an outfit to adorably match his father's. At the waterfall Charlie was awestruck, utterly captivated by the natural wonder and he kept pointing at the sight in a daze much to everyone's amusement.
The day after that Charlie attended a playgroup event and intermingled with other infants his age, being snapped crawling across the floor to grab toys to play with and rather sweetly handing a soft ball over to another baby who had looked to him expectantly as he played with it. Eventually he had grown tired of playtime and socialising and crawled back to his mother, groaning up at her to be picked up. Once Sophie had scooped him up and given him a peck on the cheek, Charlie showed his appreciation by returning the favour; grabbing a hold of his mother's face to plant an open-mouthed kiss against her cheek before resting his head against hers and dozing off.
Charlie's last engagements involved joining his parents for teatime with the country's royal family and there he met a young Princess Lucinda. The teenage royal was keen to hold the baby prince and she and Sophie chatted away discussing all things Charlie as Benedict conversed with Lucy's parents and older brother. As the young family were leaving Charlie waved to Lucy of his own accord and squeaked in response to everyone cooing over him for his first royal wave.
"See? What did I tell you?" Kate said to Sophie upon their arrival home, gesturing to the array of newspapers laid out with the repetitive headline of Bonnie Prince Charlie attached to photo after photo of the adorable prince himself. "Cute baby works like a charm every single time."
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hirik0 · 8 months
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Jealousy Part 8
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7
NSFW 09Soap/Ghost
Office sex, they have lube this time, bottom Ghost, top Soap, Ghost is a brat, butt plug, dig ridding, hand job, anal fingering, multiple orgasm, aftercare
21:00 is at the same time aproaching to fast and not fast enough. Soap was able to get a few thinks out of his room, like lube and a condom if Ghost whats to use on. He's pretty sure Ghost would not like cum running down his thights and it will probably instant dry in this weather. His desk is also mostly clear of thinks, moving all the folders from the desk, so Ghost woud have enough space on the desk and they dont shove thinks down on the floor in the heat of the moment. He also has some water and energy bars stached in his office and a blanket if Ghost spaces out on him again, post orgasm. He's going over one of the filles Price marked importent to him. Old recruits reports nobody bothers to keep up with some hasty written notes from all members of the 141 collectet in the folder some are more readable then others. "We really should try to keep up with this", Soap is mumbeling to himself while he trys to figure out what the fuck Archer wrote down. Ghost would be here in 20 minutens knowing that Ghost is always extra early. He nervous, he should not be nervous its not like they didn't just fucked yesterday. But if he goes by Ghost behaivour earliert this day and how much he tryed to get what he wants yesterday, he probably is in for a wild ride today. The needy, greedy version of Ghost that he saw yesterday will be very likely less neddy and double as greedy. Maybe he really over estimated his stamina, with not knowing how long and often Ghost can go. The door to his office is open, so Ghost can just walk in, whatever way he thinks is the least suspicius for all the other people working late. He gives up working on the reports and instat nervously fidgets Ghost balaclava in his fingers. Just a moment later he hears a knocking on his door and Ghost stands in his door, wearing that tanc top that he already saw earlier and the shorts Soap feared he would wear and jogging shoes looking like he takes a late run after a hot day. His mouth is watering as he sees all of the leg that Ghost is showing, god this victorian lady think that Ghost has going for him is stupid ridiculous. "We should go over some of this paper work, Captian.", Ghost says before walking in and closing he door. There is no going back now.
Ghost thinks this sounds like it's out of a bad porn video. But, for the small chance that someone else is on the floor they would just think they did boring paperwork. He wasn't sure what he was supost to do or bring, so when he brought Riley to his room to cool down in the bathroom he grabed his lube and prepared a littel suprise for Soap. He drops the filles on the chair in front of Soaps desk, so they are not in the way. He registers that Soap cleared up the desk and he hums aprichiativ. Looks like they both put some thought in to this. He just simply walks around the desk sitting on the desk facing Soap. Ghost would not amitted it but hes nervous, that this will not hold up with the fantasy thats haunting him for months, that Soap will not like this, that yesterday was just a wild coincident and they are not compadibale. "And you think that sitting on my desk is the right place?" Ghost just tilled his head removing the surgical mask and smirking at Soap. "Well, where else should i sit then, Captain?", Ghost chalenges, trady to push Soap in what ever direction he pleases. Soap pretents to think about it, seeing the smirk on Ghost face getting bigger, Ghost clearly thinking he has the controll of the situation again. "Well, I guess, with this outfit the best place to sit would be", Soap start before pulling Ghost from the desk on his lap. "Here, dont you thing?" The smirk on Ghost face is replaced by a blush and a open mouth because a gasp escaped him. Before Ghost can get a moment to talk back, Soap is kissing him. Its a lot of spit and thunge not the best kiss either of them ever had, but its just like they think this needs to start. Soap presses Ghost closer to him causing to Ghost to moan already. "Already so despread for my dick again, Simon?" "No, just want to boost your ego a bit", Ghost lies, the change in position pressed the butt plug hes wearing against his prostate. "These shorts dont hid anythink you know.", Soap just states before putting his hand over Ghost already hard dick. The moment Ghost is opening his mouth to response somethink hes moving his hand, so only small gasp and moans are escaping Ghost. "I have 3 rules for you Simon, you think you can follow them." "Yes", Ghost moans, because Soap is grabbing his ass pressing their erections together. "Rule number 1. If you're getting to loud i will gag you, Number 2. If you cant behave yourself I will stop and 3. If its to much I want you to tell me, yeah no need for you to actully get hurt. You understand?" "Yes, if im to loud you will gag me, if i dont behave you will stop and if I'm hurt or it's to much I tell you", Ghost confirmes he understood, while rubbing himself against Soap. "Any rules I should be aware of?" "No hitting and no restraining of my hands", Ghost simply answers. "Good boy", Soap purs in his ear and Ghost face is already turning a dark shade of red. "I have a condom if you want to use one", Soap tells him while his hand are groping Ghost ass. Ghost is thinking about it, he has his own littel suprise and a condom would leave a trace. "What kind of condom?" Ghost ask, knowing some of the condoms with texture will drive him insane in the best ways.. "A normal one." Soap answers a bit confused, never used a textured condom before. "Mhm, no condom then." "You sure, cum will just run down your legs for everyone to see." "Im sure", Ghost ensures Soap trying not to smirk or giving a too teasing answer. Soap is starting to kiss his neck again, this time not adding anymore marks. "No claiming this time?", Ghost tease him.
Soap knows Ghost is teasing him, pushing his buttons. "There is a lot of free space to claim", he simply anserws referring to Ghost thighs. He liked that Ghost sees this as a claim, pleasing the posesiv parts of Soap. Ghost is shivering against him. "You got longer shorts don't you?" Ghost is moaning in his ear and not seeable for Soap is smirking. "No", he wispers a blantend lie but Soap dont need to know. "Likeing for people to see how good I fuck you, Simon? " "Not sure about the good part yet." "Fuck, these shorts really show of your ass", Soap moans because Ghost is bitting his neck. "Worked hard for it, no problem with showing it of, let them drool over it", Ghost braggs. Soap just humms in agreement this ass really deserves to get drolled over. They just make out for a while before Ghost ask: "About earlier, the vacation whats that about?" "Oh, i have a littel cottage a bit secludet. So I can hear you scream my name and begging really nicely for dick, as much and loud as you want. If you want too go." "Pretty sure about this screaming part arent you?" Soap his moving his lips to Ghost ear before wispering: "Im sure you also pretty with a gag in your mouth, but I already heared how loud you can get and i prefere hearing how good i fuck my partner." Ghost is digging his hands into Soap shoulders really likeing what hes hearing, his shorts getting uncompfortble thight. He wiggeling on Soaps lap tring to find a better position. "Also, i think you will really like to be in a big bed, beeing a littel spoilet pillow princess." "Not a pillow princess." Ghost pouts "So you want to go?" "Mhm, sounds promesing, but you really are a awful lot of just talk, Soap." "Oh, i will provide the action, but first i need you to tell me some thinks." Ghost gasp against Soaps neck. "Tell me about your fantasy, Simon." Ghost is buring his face into Soaps neck shacking his head. "Common, tell me, be my good boy." "Can't." "Why not?" "It's.. I'm afraid the reality is worse." Soap thinks a bit about it. It's a fantasy Ghost seam to have a lot so his a expectations are probably really high. "How about you just ride my dick for a while." He wispers in Ghost ear, while is hands a sneaking under Ghost top roaming over tge muscular back. Ghost moan is muffled by Soaps neck but it sounds like he likes the idea.
Riding Soaps dick, god yes he loves that. "We also have lube this time." "Yeah, does yours has a flavour?" "Shit, fuck that's.. like flavoured lube for sucking dick?" "Afirmetiv." Ghost is gasping and squirming in Soaps lap, already desprade for more. "Like thinking about stuffing your bratty mouth with my dick", Soap teases while one hand is slowly creeping in to Ghost shorts. His eyes widen when he is realising that Ghost is going commando. "No underwear, naughty." "Why putting them on if I lose them anyway?" A smirk is appearing on Soaps face, having an idea to teach Ghost a lesson. "Get up." He orders and Ghost follows the order shivering. When he stands Soap is turning him around before pulling him on his lap again. Moaning when Ghost ass is rubbing over his own clothed erection. His hands spread Ghost legs a bit before on hand is wandering around Ghost dick. "Wouldn't it be a disaster if you would cum in your pants like this, for everyone to see?", he wispers in Ghost ear before he starts to move his hand, trying to get Ghost as close as possible. And Ghost is wiggling and squirming in his lap even more. His ass rubbing against his erection the hole time. When he sees that the wet spot on Ghost pants is to his liking he stops the movement of his hand. "No, please, don't stop", Ghost begs, not carrying about ruining the shorts. "No." "Please", Ghost whines. "Mhm tell me a bit about your fantasy and I will go on." Ghost bitting his lip thinking about it. His desire to come and being so close to the edge is winning over. "Sometimes, ahh", Ghost gasp as Soap starts moving his hand again. "Sometimes you're pressing my face on the desk telling me, how good I'm taking your fat cock, like" Ghost is drooling the first tears start to fill his eyes. "Like I'm made for it. Other times you.. Soap more... please... you have my legs on your shoulders.. fucking me ahhh please.. please don't stop.. loving to see me droll... Soap... telling me how you're thinking about.. fillithy thinks you want to try." Ghost is so close and Soap just stop the movement of his hand. "No, Soap please... I need I'm so close...", Ghost begs, tears now running down his face. "I know. But I think I only let you come with my dick tonight." "No, please.. I can tell you more..." Soap makes a sound as if he's thinking about it. "Wich of the fantasys you like more?" "Neighter.. the favourite is then you eat out my ass.. scolting me for making your desk dirty, with my cum." Soap nearly comes in his pants himself from Ghost words and Ghost ass rubbing against his dick. "Fuck, Ghost.. dirty littel think aren't you?" "Yes. Just for you." "Yeah, wearing this cloths just for me too?" "Yes, want you to lose your mind over it, so you just bend me over the desk taking what you want", Ghost admits his plan. God Ghost really is trying his hardest to make him cum in his pants too. He thinks about it for a bit before he ask: "What I want?" "Yes." "Time to get you out of your shorts and ready for my dick then."
Ghost stands up a small smirk on his face, knowing that Soap will lose his mind when he notices the plug. He rest his arms on the desk bowing over it presenting his ass to Soap. But all he hears is Soap opening his own pants and the opening of a lube bottle. Ghost is looking over his shoulder seeing how Soap is lubing up his dick. The socked spot on his shorts growing bigger as he's leaking a big amount of pre cum at the picture of Soap. "You should still be stretched enough from yesterday", Soap stats and Ghost is moaning, nodding his head. "Drop your pants Ghost." With on of his hands he's pulling his own pants so far till gravity doing the rest. Presenting his now naked ass to Soap again. Waiting for Soap to finally find his littel surprise makes him shake in anticipation. But it looks like Soap has all time of the world to lube himself up. "Soap..." Ghost starts before feeling Soaps hands on his ass. Spreading his ass checks and gasping. "Need to teach you to stop acting this naughty, don't I Simon?" "Just like to be prepared, also you like it." A knowing smirk spreads on Ghost face. "Want me to fill you up and to keep my load in you don't you?", Soap says while he start fucking Ghost with the toy, Ghost leaking pre cum on the desk. "Ye..ahhh", Ghost moans when Soap pushes it back in. "Using toys often?", Soap ask casualy. "They are doing ahh the job better then most people." After a while Ghost makes high keens and whines. "Want my dick?" Soap ask likeing the noises he's getting out of Ghost. "Yes." Soap stops moving the plug. "Yes what?" Ghost is desperate wanting for Soap to quite the foreplay. "Yes, i want to ride your dick." "Good boy." Soap hums while pulling the plug out completely before, gasping when he sees how big the toy is. Getting his own pants down to his knees before putting his hands on Ghost tighs to pull him on his lap again.
Ghost is throwing his head back while slowly sinking down on Soaps dick. Enjoying being stuffed full, searching for the right movement to get them both off. Trying his best to not get to loud. Soap just let Ghost move his hips his hands staying on Ghost thighs keeping the legs open. Also making sure that Ghost not hitting his prostate. Ghost whines displeased at this fact. "Problem?" Soap ask smug. Ghost bites his lips not wanting to beg, he did this enough yesterday. "No." Ghost answers the question, having to put his hands over his mouth to muffel the moan Soap gets out of him. Soap moved Ghost hip a bit causing a change in angle trusting up and he's hitting Ghost prostate dead on. One hand is staying on Ghost mouth the other is grabbing the desk in front of him, to stabelise himself a bit. "Problems staying silent already?" Ghost just shakes his head, determined to not being gages. "Mhm you sure about this?", Soap purs in Ghost ears, trusting hard in to Ghost. Love seeing Ghost struggle to keep quiet, don't want Ghost to be quiet. Satisfied Soap sees Ghost blush spread over his neck. Suddenly Soap makes sure that Ghost can't move at all, when he notices how close Ghost is wanting to edge Ghost before he fucks his brain out. Ghost makes a high whining noise before he looks confused over his shoulder, before he smugly asks "Already struggling to keep up?" Soap just raises an eyebrow before he wraps his hand around Ghost dick, pushing Ghost over the edge in just two down strokes of his hand. "I don't think I'm the one that struggles to keep up."
Ghost blissed out post orgasm expression turns in to an angry glare in a few seconds. Soap reaching for some tissues to clean his hand, but Ghost has other plans liking the hand clean. Looking smug when Soaps mouth falls open looking scandelised. "On the desk, face to me", Soap growls and Ghost happily follows the order, sitting in the small puddel he left on the desk makeing a displeased face. Soap grins as Ghost is stripping out of tanc top and spreading his legs so Soap just needs to step in. Soap also removes his T-shirt. Enjoying how Ghost is roaming is eyes over his naked body. He lifts one of Ghost legs before marking his thighs with bites. Moving his head closer to Ghost dick. He ignores Ghost already hardening dick and the changes the leg. Getting a displeased whine from Ghost. "Is there a problem?", Soap ask knowing exactly what Ghost hoped he will do. "No." Ghost stats trying to not sound to annyoed, with not getting what he wants. When Soap stops his work to make sure that Ghost will not be able to wear his shorts with out showing his marks, he grins. Ghost back lays on the table he looks rather unimpressed at the Captain, but he's fully hard again. Soap pulls Ghost a bit to him, so his ass is hanging over the edge, before he places Ghost legs on his shoulders. He kisses Ghost tigh on last time before pushing in. "How, can you still be so tight, when you just road my dick and had a plug in?", Soap groans, when he's half way in. Ghost is just moaning and panting. "Fuck! You're so big", Ghost whines when Soap bottoms out. "Yeah? Bigger then your toys?" "Yes", Ghost moans not caring that he boosts Soap ego with this admission. Ghost puts a hand over his mouth giving Soap a chalenging looks as to tell him no gag needed. And Soap accepts this chalenge, building up a rythem, searching for the best angle to hit Ghost prostate to make Ghost break. When he hits dead on and Ghost eyes roll back Soap grabs Ghost thighs to keep the ancle, fucking harder in to him. The desk is moving a few inches forward, from how hard he's fucking Ghost. Ghost hand is struggling to muffel the moans and screams, precum is leaking on Ghost abs, tears running down his face. "Fuck, Simon so pretty for me. Taking me so good, trying so hard to be a good boy", Soap pants out between trusts. Suddenly Ghost is throwing his head back as his second orgasm is ripping through him.
Soap nearly comes himself when he sees how Simon is covering his whole torso in cum. Gasp when he notice a small drop made it up to Ghost cheek. Soaps stops his movement watching Ghost enjoying his second orgasm. With his thump he carefully wishes the cum from Ghost face, making Ghost open his eyes. His icy blue eyes are teary and glossed over. Soap liks his thump clean, making Ghost gasp. "You made a mess.", Soap chuckles. Ghost hummes, slowly blinking, clearly still in his post orgasm bliss. Soap just waits till Ghost is a bit more present. "Want to keep going?", Soap ask when Ghost eyes are not glossed over anymore thinking of some other thinks they could do for him to come. "What?", Ghost ask confused. "You wanted me to show you my stamina didn't you?", Soap ask with a smirk. Ghost eyes widen, the realisation hiding him, Soap still didn't come, yet. "Well then show me, Soap." And Ghost is eating is words shorty after. The overstimulation getting to much for him. "Soap, Soap to much", he whines and Soap stops. "Such a good boy remembering the rules, telling me when's to much", Soap praises while he's pulling out and letting Ghost legs slide from his shoulders. Pulling Ghost up in a sitting position, wipeing the tears from his cheeks.
"Wanne chose how we continue?", Soap ask when Ghost breathing is normalising. "Yes." Ghost answers enjoying Soap rubbing circles into his hips. "We can stop.." "No." "Still so greedy. I can fuck your thights or I grind against your ass." Ghost is bitting his lips while thinking about his options. Soap is cleaning up Ghost and placing kisses on his chest. Ghost plays with some hairs at the back of Soaps mohawk. "Can I give you a hand job while sitting on your lap?", Ghost ask when he made a desition. "Of course", Soap says sitting back in his chair. Ghost follows him struggling a bit to find a good position for his legs. When Ghost found a position to his liking he holds out his hand and Soap is puring a good amount of lube on it. For Ghost personal preference it's to much lube, but he closes his hand around Soaps dick, stroking a few times up and down. When its still to much lube he's just rubbing his hands over Soaps chest. Soap gives him a disapproving look and Ghost says with a big grin: "Ups." Ghost starts moving his hand, setting a slow rythem. When ever he's at the tip, he rubs his thumb over the slit, causing Soap to moan. Every down stroke he twists his wrist making Soap curse out. Soaps hands are kneading Ghost ass, smirks when Ghost is hard for a third time. "Yeah, can go a third time for me?" "Don't know." "That's fine, don't have to. Did already so good." Ghost still takes both their dicks in his hand, making them both moan. When Soap is getting close, he slips 3 of his fingers into Ghost ass pressing against his still sensible prostate. "Soap nahh, please", Ghost whines Soap massaging his prostate pushing him close to his third orgasm. "Yeah, want to give me a third?" "Yes." 3 down strokes of Ghost hand later Soap cumms all over Ghost hand and also makes Soap press is fingers a bit more forceful into Ghost prostate. This pushes Ghost over the edge a small amount of sperm is leaking out of his dick.
"So good for me", Soap praises Ghost who is resting his head against Soaps shoulder. Hot tears running down from Ghost face on too Soaps shoulder. Soap cleans his fingers from lube before he carefully drabs the blanket over Ghost shoulder. Soap is pating Ghost hair wispering soft praises while he waits for Ghost to come down. "You want something to drink or eat?", Soap ask after Ghost lift his head. "Yes." Soap smiles at this answer Ghost clearly still a bit out of it. He gives Ghost one of the energy bars and opens one of the water bottles. Ghost nibbles a bit on the bar before he chucks down half the bottle. When Soaps cleans the mess in between them and Ghost hand up he notice the bruises in form of his hand prints forming on Ghost thighs. The ugly posesiv parts of Soap are satisfied, seeing this as another claim, before he notices that Ghost shorts will not cover them. "Want that vacation", Ghost says after finishing the bar and Soap is kissing his forehead as a answer.
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Just reread bolt to the blue which I truly love so much. Curious if you’d be willing to share some snippets of their first year as parents together? It’s just such a creative starting point for them!
Awww thank you so much. I was a bit nervous about it but I'm glad it was a success.
Okay. Snippets? Here you go:
Neddy is generally a good sleeper so long as it's quiet, he's not hungry and Mummy isn't far away. Kate tends to sleep when he sleeps so many times Violet has gone to check on Kate to find both mother and son completely immersed in the land of nod.
They don't have a nanny. This is new for the Bridgertons as they all had nannies and Anthony was dependent on them when Hyacinth was born and his mother was suffering severe depression. But Kate is adamant - yes, she didn't know Ned was coming but he's here now and her baby so she will be his primary carer. Anthony doesn't really have a leg to stand on because as soon as he's home at Bridgerton House, he's heading wherever his son is.
Kate starts to wear her hair up high because Ned has discovered that her lovely hair is fun to pull. Kate can't say she completely agrees.
Ned babbles a lot before saying proper words. Kate wins the day when he says 'Mama' first. Anthony soon gets some recognition when he's called Dada after two more months. He goes to the study for something quite quickly afterwards on his own and comes back half an hour later with slightly red eyes. Kate doesn't mention it but she knows full well what it means to him.
Violet gifts Ned the baby blanket that has been handed down for generations. He sleeps with it but doesn't demand it or kicks up a fuss when it's not there - now if his favourite stuffed plushie from his uncle Benedict goes missing... Well, no-one wants a repeat of that!
Kate learns the easiest way to wake Anthony is with their son. Not from his cries though - if she holds Neddy over Anthony and lets their son pat his daddy's face with his fat fists until he wakes up that will do the job. Anthony says it's a lovely way to wake up.
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The Devils on the Pew - Part 2
Summary:
Ned Flanders is a devil, a demon, Satan, whatever you want to call him. And his gorgeous wife is too.
They moved to Springfield with the idea of causing some trouble, earning a few souls, and having a little fun before they moved on. Their personas are perfect and their lives are comfortable but when they come up with an idea to seduce the local reverend and his wife, they don't expect to get into so much trouble. Or to actually grow this attached.
Ships: Devil!Ned Flanders/Reverend Lovejoy, Devil!Ned Flanders/Devil!Maude Flanders, Devil!Maude Flanders/Helen Lovejoy
Content Warnings: I suppose OOC for canon-Flanders but not for demon-Flanders.
Word Count: 3.7k
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
The log cabin was cute. Maude imagined it hadn��t seen a thorough clean in several years but she understood why Helen would prefer it to a tent still. There was a warmth to the aging furniture and barely working fireplace. Though she did want to give the chimney a good sweep before she dared to use that.
She left Ned to distract the boys as she headed in first, armed with a duster and certain to find as many insects as she could.
She shook the heavy green curtains clear of moths, chased the various beetles out from beneath the dark brown couches, and shood the spiders away from their homes in the rafters.
Helen laughed when she entered the kitchen to find Maude busy in the pan cabinet, wiping out some of the dust. “My sister mentioned she hadn’t used the place in a while.”
Maude smiled affectionately. “It’s so quaint. I spoke to the boys and they’re very happy to share a room with Jessica. You don’t have to worry about a thing when it comes to them.”
The only problem presented by the cabin arrived when Helen called, disgruntled and unimpressed because Jessica had been coming with them. With two rooms and a fold-out couch, the house didn’t really have enough space but Maude had spoken to her boys and they agreed they could share one of the twin beds in the spare room.
They were young enough for Helen not to worry too much but even the mention of her daughter wiped the smile from her face. Apparently, the drive hadn’t been the greatest experience.
“She also promised to behave,” Helen said firmly. “She didn’t want to come but she’s chased away almost every babysitter by now. I even asked Marge, if you’ll believe it, but she said no. Her son apparently has some issue with Jessica.”
Maude couldn’t imagine why. “It might be good for her to experience some nature,” she reassured. “I’m sure it’s the stress from school that’s getting her worked up.”
Helen offered her a gracious smile and started unpacking some of the food they’d brought. “Most likely.”
Maude kicked off her shoes and grabbed one of the nearby chairs, climbing atop it to reach above the kitchen cabinets for spiders. When she still proved too short, she took a weary step onto the countertop, wincing as it creaked beneath her. A rather large cricket leapt away from her cleaning and she stretched to reach the crevices.
“Oh, what are you doing up there?” Helen asked, immediately rushing over to help. Her hands hovered at Maude’s sides, trying to balance her better. “Be careful.”
Maude smiled thankfully and, with backup if she fell, finished dusting the last cabinet. “My boys and Neddy are all so nervous around bugs. I want to get them all out before they come inside so we can get them to bed easier.”
“Well don’t break your back,” Helen laughed.
She offered Maude a hand, holding her steady as she climbed down her makeshift ladder. Once her feet were back on the floor, Maude smiled, their hands still together for a second longer than they needed to be.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Don’t climb on too much of this furniture. You have no idea how old it is,” Helen lectured though she kept her smile.
Maude laughed. “I’ll try to avoid it in the future.” She made her way to the kitchen window which gave her quite a fight as she pushed it open, calling through, “Boys, you can bring your bags in now! It’s all clear.”
Rod and Todd immediately jumped up to listen, hurrying away from the side of the car where Jessica had been standing. Maybe they were trying to be friends but Maude somehow doubted it. She’d watched the Simpson kids play around for long enough to recognise when a child was up to something.
And Jessica was looking for trouble.
“You know, I wouldn’t really mind if you took the master room with Ned,” Helen offered. “Tim will complain about whichever bed we’re in.”
Maude smiled and shook her head. “Oh, it’s perfectly fine. Neddy and I are more than happy to take the couch, we even brought an extra blanket or two. I’m only hoping his sleep praying doesn’t wake everybody up.”
“He does that?”
“Most days.”
They giggled to each other and then her boys entered so she hurried to help them. Helen watched her almost fondly and a small flare of pride danced in her chest at the knowledge of her plan slowly working. At least, she really hoped it was. Helen was looking quite pretty in a soft blue dress down to her calves.
Now she just needed to Ned to somehow draw Timothy’s attention if he could work out how to stop annoying the man so much.
Ned was, admittedly, somewhat distracted though as he was quite sure he’d packed his suitcase in the morning but a second inspection of the car still left him pretty darn empty handed. Where could it have gone to? He’d seen Homer walking past his car in the morning but, while he wouldn’t put it past his neighbour to have nabbed something small, an entire bag seemed a wee bit unplausible.
Well, he might have to teleport back there and see if he could find it when he got a second.
He heard a huff and glanced around the side of his car to find Jessica struggling with her bag which honestly, seemed a bit large for a long weekend. “Can I help you carry your bag in?” he offered but she shook her head.
“No. I’ve got this.”
“Okily-dokily. Just don’t hurt yourself.”
Strange child. He took Maude’s bag and a few of his emergency medical supplies (he had two, one for the car and one for inside) before he locked the doors and made his way toward the front of the cabin where the reverend stood on the porch, staring into the trees.
“This is really lovely, isn’t it?” he asked, cheery mood a sharp contrast to the other man’s sullen stare. “I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend this long weekend than wrapped up in the great Lord’s creation. Almost makes me want to break out into hymns.”
“Indeed.”
“Who’ll be looking after the church this Sunday if you’re out here with us?”
The reverend shrugged. “I’m sure they have a substitute buried somewhere. Otherwise, I imagine there isn’t too great of a difference. The congregation can sleep through a sermon just as well if I’m not there.”
Ned chuckled. “We do have a lot of sleepers at the moment, don’t we. It’s good they enjoy the word so much but I do wish there was a smidge less snoring. It can really grate on a fella’s nerves, especially when he’s been up all night.”
The reverend made a non-committal sound and Ned decided to try make conversation a little later. He’d barely brought his bags in, preparing to explain away his absence with a walk through nature, when he heard the frantic calls of his boys, shouting for help form behind their bedroom door.
Maude had her ear pressed against the oak, trying to reassure, “It’s alright, boys. The spider can’t hurt you if you stay away from it. Are you sure that the door’s locked and not just jammed?”
“We checked!” Rod said, panicky. “When the monster in the woods let the spider through the window, it must have stolen the key!”
“Monster in the woods?” Ned asked as he approached.
Maude’s lips were pressed into a thin line as she glanced toward Jessica. “Yes. It seems that a spider magically flew through the window and closed it.”
Jessica was sitting on the couch, drawing circles with her foot, and looking awfully bored with life. Alright then. Ned didn’t imagine she’d have had much of an issue slipping a spider into his boys’ room without them looking.
“Maybe the hinges have just stuck?” Helen suggested. “I can’t find any key in the cupboards.”
Ned shouldered the door twice but it didn’t move; definitely locked and not just jammed. Dust rained down on his head and he coughed, brushing the filth off his glasses. “I can’t take the door off from this side either,” he said. “I didn’t bring the tools for it.”
“Can they climb out through the windows?” Helen asked but a wail from the other side of the door reminded them that that was where the spider was.
“Did you boys see a key when you went in there to unpack?” Ned called.
“There was one on the table,” Rod said. “But I looked for it and now it’s gone.”
“Daddy, are we going to starve in here?” Todd asked, his voice a soft whisper.
Ned smiled sadly and tried to calm his sons through the door as best he could. “No, no. Nobody’s going to starve. Just try to keep your voices down and we’ll find the key for you as quick as we can.”
“Somebody must have taken that key,” Maude said and almost in perfect unison, the three adults turned to look at Jessica.
She crossed her arms and glared at them. “I don’t want to share the room with those two babies. They’re going to be crying through the entire night.”
“You’ll probably find they cry less if you don’t scare them,” Ned said, trying to keep them calm. “The boys are just a little sensitive to things like bugs but if you speak to them, I’m sure you’ll find they’re the best-diddly-est roommates a girl could ask for.”
“Why can’t I have the whole room?”
Ned chuckled awkwardly. “Well, there’s just not enough space for everybody then.”
“Reasoning with her is pointless,” Helen said, already looking perpetually exhausted. “Jessica, give us the key. Now.”
“I don’t have it.”
Maude stepped forward and Ned let her take the lead before his own anger boiled up. He could practically feel the flames of his powers boiling beneath the surface, agitation lending itself naturally to the more devilish tendencies. Maybe he’d become too protective of his fake family.
“Jessica, I know you’d rather have the whole room to yourself but there’s just not enough space,” Maude explained, her voice soft though Ned could hear her annoyance. “Rod and Todd won’t disappear because you’ve locked them up. They’re excited to share the room you know and they’ll be on their best behaviour.”
Jessica looked away, not immune to Maude’s persuasive nature. She came off so gentle to others but Ned knew her anger lasted longer than even his. She’d never really bought into the idea of forgiveness.
“They’re really scared of spiders,” Maude said. “If we let them out now, they’ll probably quieten down by bedtime at least. Otherwise, well, they might be awake the whole night.”
Jessica looked at the three adults slowly before she sighed and pulled a key out from her pocket. “I was just messing with them.”
Ned took the key and unlocked the door in record time, freeing his children who both immediately ran to him, latching onto his sides and hiding from the spider. Maude slipped into the room to get rid of it and he walked past where Helen was lecturing her daughter to get them outside.
They bumped into the reverend as they opened the door who seemed to finally have decided to come looking for the commotion.
“It looks like Jessica’s a little upset that she has to share the room,” Ned explained as he stepped through.
“Is that all?”
“Well, she did lock my boys in the room so they were panicking a little. Maybe you could talk to her about it?”
Ned offered both of them an affectionate look. Rod had latched onto his left arm while Todd had the right, their grips tight and their skin pale. It was a shame they hated insects as much as he did. It made life quite frustrating.
The reverend rolled his eyes and went back to staring at the trees. “I may as well speak to the clouds for how much she’d listen. That girl does whatever she wants.”
Ned pressed his lips into a thin line, trying not to agree verbally. She was one of those bad eggs like Bart Simpson; constantly destroying property and causing trouble wherever she went.
“Do we have to share a room with her daddy?” Rod asked, voice small. “Can’t we sleep in the bed with mommy and you?”
“Why, I don’t quite know that we’d all fit,” Ned said with a small laugh. “The couch is already a little small.”
They both looked as though they were about to start crying and Ned pursed his lips to think of a solution. The couch was small but maybe he could take Helen up on her offer and take the master bedroom? That way, he could probably set up some blankets on the floor and sleep next to the bed.
“Maybe we should pray on it?” Todd asked. “God will know what to do.”
If they were using divine powers then Ned could easily deal with the situation himself. Grow the bed a little or maybe even jump home and sleep in his own room. Actually, that might be an option as long as he was back before anybody else woke up.
“What a good idea! Join us, reverend?”
The reverend looked utterly exhausted but he took Ned’s hand regardless and Ned smiled coyly at the sky while he recited the words that had become almost drone-like to him.
And maybe it did work because Maude had a solution by the time that dinner was served. One that benefited both their boys and their plan.
“If we push the beds together, I can share the twin room with the boys,” she said. “Helen could share the other room with Jessica and then the two of you could maybe share the couch, if you don’t mind awfully much?”
Ned looked up at her, humoured and immediately spotting the comical glint in her eye. Oh, she had worked this out perfectly. Brilliant.
“If that would make everybody happier, you know I don’t mind at all!” Ned said with a smile.
Jessica looked up at her name but switched back to pushing her food around on her plate when she caught the glare of her mother. At least she appeared more placid now as she often did when her parents were upset with her.
Maybe he’d been living next to the Simpsons for too long but Ned rather liked the idea of having somebody watching her at night. He never trusted troublemakers in the early hours of the morning anymore.
The reverend though, didn’t seem to agree.
“Now, I don’t see that as necessary,” he hurried to say. “I’m know Jessica had a brief lapse in judgement but there’s no need to change sleeping arrangement for that.”
Rod and Todd shuffled closer to their parents at the suggestion of sleeping in the same room as her. Ned sighed. Another thing he’d need to consider before putting them to bed would be the threat of little girls releasing spiders in the room.
“Tim, you know she gets like this sometimes,” Helen said, trying to convince. “She’ll be happier sharing with me. Girls at her age are always awkward around boys.”
“It’s not because they’re boys,” Jessica defended.
Helen waved her hand and gave the rest of the table a very unsubtle wink. “It’ll only be for a few nights and Maude reassured me that Ned sleeps like a log.”
“That I do. Why, I never move an inch.”
The reverend looked like he wanted to argue more but his wife had made up her mind and Ned learned very early on that Helen stuck things out. If she wanted to share a room with her daughter, that was how it would be for the next few days.
Maude cleaned up after dinner and shooed off anybody who tried to help, getting them to prepare for bed while she swept through the kitchen. She’d started to delight in menial household tasks and, as she packed away leftovers, realised that she could surprise everybody with some of the sugar-free desserts she’d brought.
Though she had put the boys to sleep already and dessert would make them far too much of a handful. That didn’t mean she couldn’t have something small.
Beneath her flavorless ice, she took out her tub of ice cream and stole a scoop with a hum. Delicious. She knew Neddy wanted to keep temptation away from their boys (ironic, wasn’t it) but he couldn’t fault her snacks.
A small gasp made her spin quickly. Helen looked far too smug as she spotted the ice cream tub. “Maude Flanders, are you eating ice cream?”
Maude lowered the spoon from her mouth and shook her head but the damage had been done. Helen swiped the container from her hands before she could defend herself and playfully gasped again. “Chocolate chip? How could you?”
Maude shushed her, glancing at the door to make sure the children didn’t hear. “Oh, Helen, you can’t tell anybody. The boys are an awful menace on sugar.”
Helen laughed. “Does this mean you know how proper brownies are meant to taste and you’ve still been giving me the sugar-free kind? Shame on you.”
Maude blushed. “Well, I only bring sugar-free brownies to your book clubs and some of the members really don’t need it.”
Helen glowed with happiness at the small dig. She did so love being made to feel better than the other women in town and really, Maude couldn’t fault her for it. She was already far prettier than the rest of them.
She stole Maude’s spoon from her hand and stole a bite of ice cream, smiling all the while. “Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me.”
Maude didn’t believe her for a second but she smiled anyway. “I’ll buy your silence with more chocolate chip when we get home.”
“Make it rocky road. I’m more of a marshmallow person.” Helen sighed and leaned against one of the counters. “Your boys want to sleep on the couch so I’ve put the two men in the master bedroom.”
“Oh? How come?”
“I think they’re quite scared of the spiders. I do hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. I’m sure Neddy will set everything up.”
Ned took his time in doing so, checking the bed for anything that might bite or nip in the night. He collected his spare blankets from Maude’s bag and brought them in, setting up his side of the bed.
Something about it made him feel almost nervous. As though sharing a bed meant anything at all. He couldn’t help but smile, knowing this could help him move forward with his plan.
If he played his cards right.
“Do you really need more blankets?” the reverend asked, dull as ever. “It’s the middle of summer.”
He hadn’t moved to change or unpack, still wearing a tie and dress shoes as though he planned to sleep in them. Helen had chased him into the room to get ready for bed but since then, he’d been standing rather awkwardly in the corner as though he’d rather be anywhere else in the world.
“The more layers, the more the mosquitos have to fight through if they want to bite you,” Ned said with a firm nod. “I know the bible says we should love all creatures but I don’t want to make their jobs any easier.”
“I don’t believe the bible speaks of mosquitos at all.”
One of the worst things Ned had ever come up against was mosquitoes. It actually impressed him how they were found with humans rather than in hell where, to be quite honest, they belonged. Right alongside footlongs, kumquats, and the post office.
He would know, after all.
“I think my boys will just be happy to not have to sleep alone,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Why, I already think we’re going to be dealing with nightmares for the weekend if their mother isn’t with them.”
The reverend frowned at the bed. “I suppose. Should I create the wall of pillows?”
Ned raised an eyebrow. A wall of pillows? It felt awfully childish but also somewhat endearing. “If you want to, go right ahead. Do you mind if I get changed? I think Helen’s busy in the bathroom.”
“If you must.”
Ned ignored the sarcasm and pulled off his sweater to get changed. Though he knew modesty was preached in the bible, he’d never seen much of a reason to worry about people seeing his body. He worked hard to keep it in such good condition after all but he did forget that while his neighbours may have seen the product of his efforts, the reverend certainly wouldn’t have.
It sounded like he was coughing on something and Ned spun quickly to make sure he wasn’t dying. The faint pink flush on his cheeks and the surprise in his eyes gave away the reason pretty quickly though.
Well, perhaps Ned was wrong. Maybe the reverend wouldn’t be immune to his more devilish charms if his chest alone got him that reaction.
“Something wrong?” he asked. “Do you need water?”
“No,” the reverend huffed though he sounded hoarse. “I’m going to get changed.”
He grabbed his clothes from his suitcase and hurried from the room, leaving Ned to laugh at the situation. Oh, that wasn’t even intentionally brilliant. He reached out with his tail and locked the door, transforming into his regular self for a quick stretch.
His hooves clopped against the floor as he made his way to the mirror, twisting his head to the side so he could polish his horns quickly. At least now he got a chance to do that.
Having fur meant he should really brush it before bed but that would take suspiciously long and if the reverend was coming back soon, he shouldn’t risk it by staying as a devil. He couldn’t help it though. Sometimes, it felt too claustrophobic to be wedged into his human appearance.
A shadow moved in the window and he transformed back instantly, adjusting his glasses as he quietly made his way to the glass.
He stuck his head out the window. A soft wind rustled the bushes beneath him and tickled the edges of his mustache as he stared into the darkness. Nothing. It could have easily been a bat.
A mosquito buzzed past his face and his eyes narrowed. A flick of his hand ignited the tiny parasite; its body erupted into flames and drifted down to the wooden floor of the cabin, extinguishing itself.
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He's wanted you to come since he found out he was going?
Yes... He's nervous, I don't know exactly why he wants me to go... *Hugs Neddy tightly*
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freetimesketchbook · 4 years
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It is Thursday m'dudes
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homerluvr · 2 years
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cuddlemen0w · 3 years
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daily dose of failure | peter parker x reader
(+ the group aka mj, ned and harry)
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a/n: heyaaa here’s part 2 and it’s longer than the first part so i hope it’s ok! ;) i’m still going with mostly peter’s pov cuz that’s what i wanna do duh.. also mj is gay now. deal with it. and i fancasted harrison as harry osborn :)
warnings: language, anxiety. are those warnings?
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“For the record, I did not ghost you,” Peter said as he walked through the crowded hallway, Ned and Harry on each side of him.
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry huffs and rolls his eyes. “What were you doing then?” He shoots him an accusing eye.
“Self loathing?” Peter avoided eye contact, instead he played with the strap on his backpack. His two friends stare at him more intensely. “Fine! I ghosted you.”
“What are you taking about?” y/n’s cheery voice made them jump.
“You,” Ned immediately says, receiving a slap to the back of his head from Harry. “Did you not learn from yesterday?”
But y/n nor Peter heard Ned’s or Harry’s comments. And if one of them did, they ignored it.
“So, I saw you enjoyed yesterday?”
“Oh yes! But it’d be way better if you were there,” y/n’s voice softens then. “But at least I could have cheese nachos,” she joked.
“Ew,” Peter made a face as he shivered all over. “But whatever makes you happy.” His face was still crunched from the thought of the ‘nasty looking garbage food’ as he called it. The girl before him only laughed.
“It’s good, you’d know it if you’d actually try it.”
“Hell no, I’m not touching that.”
“Fine,” she says, her back already turning to go to her first class.
“No! I didn’t mean it! I swear!” he smiles finally. “I never mean it.”
y/n stops in her tracks, her beamy grin back on her face. “Sure thing, Petey.”
Peter’s cheeks warm up at the nickname, still not used to it even after all the years. He’s loved her for all of them.
He remembers the first time she called him that. They had one of their movie nights, this time at his place. With May gone to work, he had permission to let his friends stay the night. MJ was in the kitchen making popcorn along with Harry who was grabbing some soda. Ned was on a ‘pee break’. y/n cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder, her breath brushing his neck. “Thank you, Petey.” What for? he asked that night. “This, all of this.” She broke up with a boy that night. He felt bad for being happy about it.
“Peter?” she broke him out of his thoughts. “You have math now right?”
He made a noise in response. If it was an agreement or confusion, she didn’t know. He stared at her for a moment longer. “Oh! Math!” he realised, he grabbed his books from the locker and sprinted away.
“Weirdo,” MJ appeared out of nowhere, startling the girl. Her hand shot up to her chest.
“I told you not to do that!”
“Well, you should know I never listen. Anyway, are you going to tell him or what?” MJ asks, swinging her arm around her friend’s shoulders.
“Tell him what?” y/n tried to play innocent. Her act faltering at the sight of MJ. Her brow raised and a knowing look on her face.
She groaned, “I’m still waiting for a sign if he even likes me like that.”
“You’re so oblivious.” MJ said quietly, shaking her head.
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Peter locked his screen just as he saw Ned, y/n and MJ entering the lunch hall and heading for his table. His food splayed all over it along with a few of his textbooks, serving as a clear sign of holding someone’s place. He started cleaning his mess up when they neared him.
“If it’s another party I swear I’m ending our friendship,” MJ said as she bit into her sandwich.
“I’m with you on that,” y/n nudged her friend. “But if there’s any cute girls,” she wiggled her brows at MJ. Giggling slightly.
“Oh shut up!”
“What— What do you mean?” Peter panicks. All the colour from his face is out. What if she isn’t into boys at all? HOW COULD I NOT NOTICE? he freaks out internally.
MJ joined y/n in her laughter. She laughed so hard a few tears escaped her eyes. “Oh my!”
The latter is the one to break out of it first. Coughing slightly from laughing in between bites. “Cute girls, as in, for MJ.”
Peter’s eyes narrow. “What?” he said, his mouth open in confusion. All around the table, they could almost see the gears turning in his head. “Oh!”
“Yes, oh!” MJ’s laughter died down a bit. Only a tiny bit.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
“It’s ok Peter, although I recon I told all of you,” MJ narrows her eyes now.
“Yes, but Peter wasn’t there,” Ned is the one to speak out. “He was doing— eh.”
Peter panicks again. Think of a quick lie! “Laundry!”
“Riiight,” MJ slowly nodded. “Because you totally know how to do that.”
y/n saved Peter from the intense stare of their friend, “C’mon MJ, let him breathe.”
“I just want to know what he’s doing all these times he ghosts us.” Well that’s a good point.
“As I said laundry.” Stick with one thing, he thinks to himself. “May wants me to learn, so I’ll know in college.” Damn, I’m good at this.
MJ glared one last time, “Sure.” She bit into the last piece of her lunch and left him only with Ned and y/n.
His palms sweat from being almost caught. He looked to his left, exchanging weird looks with Ned, then he turned to the girl opposite him. Her skin looked so beautiful in the midday, spring sun. Her hair looked soft for touch and her eyes coincidentally matched her shirt. “I— uh.. I gotta do laundry now actually, before we go to Harry’s. Okay, bye!” he excused himself quickly and almost ran out of the lunch hall.
“Weird huh?” Ned awkwardly said when only him and y/n remained.
“Yeah, weird.”
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Peter was doing ‘laundry’.
He swung along the many buildings in Queens, checking if the neighbourhood was friendly and safe. His mask clad face scanned the many little alleys. It was a moment of peace for him, he felt free flying above the streets.
But it faltered when his phone dinged in his suit. He jumped to one of the roofs and fished it from the pocked that Tony installed into his new suit.
He opened the phone to find out Harry’s text.
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“Yeah,” Peter said out loud. “This better be good.”
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Everyone showed up at Harry’s. His football friends, few cheerleaders, the squat — all except Peter.
“Of course,” MJ muttered as soon as she got there and the brown haired boy wasn’t present. “Dude’s gonna miss his own funeral at this point.”
“Yeah,” Ned laughed nervously. His fingers fidgeted and teeth bit his lower lip. MJ took notice of that after his laughter lasted suspiciously long. But she choose not to say anything, yet.
Harry was the one to ease the bit of tension in his house. “Don’t worry, he’s gonna show up.” He paused to grab a drink. “Told me himself. And he’s got a surprise.”
“Surprise would be him showings up.”
“Well, who am I to tell what it is?”
MJ looked between her two male friends. Her eyes almost boring into their soul. “You two know something,” she stated. “And I’m gonna find out what.”
y/n entered the room right after Ned almost choked on his drink from fright. “Something wrong Neddy?”
“No, no. Not at all,” he smiled, like a kid caught doing something they shouldn’t. “We’re just talking about Peter.”
“What about him? Have you seen him? Is he going to show up?” she could go on but Harry saved them all.
“Yup, he’ll be here any moment now.”
The girl let out a relieved sighn, her shoulders relaxing and the fake half smile dropping from her lips. “Thank god, the more time I spent with your damn friends the more I wish I was ghosting you too.” She points to Harry.
“Peter is not ghosting us, remember? He’s doing laundry,” he points out. Making y/n laugh, Ned chuckle nervously and MJ to huff. “Don’t worry, he’ll show up. I threatened him.”
All of sudden, the door bell rang though the big Osborn house. Everyone around the living room fell silent, only the music played from the speakers. A blonde boy, that was closest to the hall went to open the door.
After a very awkward two minutes of silence, the guy returned with a stunned expression. His eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
“Who was it?” one of the other boys asked, but he didn’t need an answer. Right after the blonde, a red clad man walked in. Spider-man. In Harry Osborn’s house. The murmurs started to float around the room.
“Hi!” Peter said from his spot. He remembered himself. “Hello,” he said more deeply. There’s too many people, he thought. And all of them are looking at me. He had a sudden urge to mess his hair, something he did when he was nervous or stressed. Right now, he was both. But the superhero mask was in the way.
“I uh,” he paused to look at all the faces. Most had hanging mouths out of shock, some had eyes full of awe. His vision quickly found the one he was here for. y/n was standing between MJ and Ned. She was one of those in shock, but her mouth wasn’t hanging, nor were her eyes wide. She was one of those pinned to their place, unmoving, utterly shocked to do anything.
“I’m here to say something.” Peter’s voice trembled. All the confidence he told himself he has in the suit was gone. He was just a boy, standing before a girl in a room full of people. “My friend,” he nodded to assure, more himself than others. “He uh,” his breathing picked up. “He’s in,” his eyes glossed inside the red suit. “He’s in danger!” he let out.
“Peter?” y/n almost yelled out.
Peter freaked out. He was sure he fucked up now.
To his relief, she worriedly continued, “Peter is in danger?”
“Yes!” Play it cool Parker, play it cool. “I— Peter needs Ned, Ned Leeds.”
Ned pointed at himself, unsure what his best friend meant. “Yes, you! Now hurry, or he’ll be in much bigger trouble!” He then grabbed Ned’s arm. “Come on,” he whispered furiously.
They only stopped once they were far enough, that no one could eavesdrop or see them from a window. Ned panted from the quick pace Peter set. “What— what is— what’s going on?”
“I can’t do it!” Peter whisper-yelled. His mask in his hand now. “I thought, maybe if it wasn’t entirely me, I’d say it. But I can’t!” the vision of the mask in his hand blurred behind the tears. “I’m a coward! As always I am!”
Ned neared his best friend. “It’s okay, Pete.”
“It’s not!” he burst out, throwing his hands into the air, his face red. “I’m the biggest fucking loser in the goddamn universe!”
“It’s really not that bad.”
“How can you say that?”
“Because she likes you too.” It was a familiar voice. Behind them, MJ stood with her hands crossed. Both boy’s breaths hitched. “Yeah I know, Peter is Spider-man. What a surprise!” she mocked. “You really thought you were slick huh?”
“How?” Peter motioned between himself, the mask and her. His tears long forgotten, replaced by disbelief.
“Well, I started to notice your weird disappearances, and that,” she pointed far to the house behind her. “Was very obvious.”
“Does anyone else—”
“Know? If Harry doesn’t, then I don’t think so.”
Peter shook his head. “Good,” he breathed out.
MJ cocked her head, “Don’t mind me asking. But what the hell was that?” Again, she pointed to the big house.
“I tried to tell y/n my feelings,” he said, as a matter of fact. “Didn’t go very well.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Didn’t expect anything more from myself.”
Ned and MJ shared a look. Both stepped closer to the now kneeling Peter. Their hands soothed his back as they too sat down on the lawn under the night sky. “You should’ve told us that you wanted to tell her. We could’ve helped,” MJ said into the dark night. “She would’ve told you the same, you know.”
“What?” He looked up from the green grass. His head turning from MJ to Ned for reassurance, only to receive a nod from his best friend.
“She likes you a lot.”
“Like a lot lot,” Ned added in and nudged his friend.
Peter breathed in the night’s air. His heart beating a bit faster, not from anxiety anymore, but from joy. His tears dried out completely now, he only sniffled here and there.
“Okay then, what’s the plan?”
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newtonsheffield · 3 months
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Honestly Wimbledon Kate won. She got her celebrity crush when he was in his dilf era. She’s winning I can’t.
Does Kate appreciate Anthony in his dilf era?
Oh Kate is very appreciative of Anthony in his dilf era. Which is pretty much kicking off as they start dating.
She finds herself distracted by him all the time, distracted by the way he runs his fingers through his hair and the little salt and pepper patches catch the light. She’s distracted by the way he smoothes down his beard when he’s nervous and she hate when she’s playing on the side of the court that faces her player’s box because she can see him, with his sunglasses on, smoothing his beard while he watches her play, or standing there with his hands on his hips when he disagrees with a call from the umpire.
And it gets so much worse when they have Neddy and he’s an official DILF™️. She can’t stop thinking about him. She can’t stop staring at him across her mother’s house as he waves Neddy’s hand at his brother, a proud grin on his face when he kisses their son’s head, so blindingly happy, his wedding ring shining on his hand.
“Do you eat enough?”
Kate blinked at her sister, startling but still not dragging her eyes away from Anthony who’d started singing to their son a song he’d made up. She felt her teeth bite into her lip and she desperately wanted to pull him upstairs to her childhood bedroom where his poster still hung on the wall, signed now. “According to my nutritionist: yes.”
Edwina clicked her tongue, “It’s just you’re looking at your husband like you want to eat him.”
Kate shrugged, “He tastes pretty good. Look after Neddy so I can have a second course.”
“Disgusting.” Edwina flicked the end of Kate’s nose. “Fucking gross.”
Kate laughed, “I can’t help it. He’s a fucking DILF!”
“He’s wearing a polo shirt, chino shorts and long fucking socks with a pair of your tennis shoes!”
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me, I’m looking at him.”
“I cannot stand you. I can’t be around this kind of energy.”
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barnesbabee · 4 years
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Bad Baby || K.H
Summary: Maybe what he needed was a wake up call... And a little punishment.
Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader
Words: Oof quite a bit
Genre: Smut, Angst
⚠ orgasm denial, praise kink ⚠
A/N: I fucking loved the live concert, I was so happy seeing them... Enjoy xx💖
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 "So, you think he'll like it?"
 Seonghwa nodded and gave you a thumbs up.
 You twirled in front of the mirror, appreciating the way your black skirt flowed and simultaneously hugged your waist.
  With the comeback approaching, Hongjoong felt very pressured and stressed, and you wanted to help him relax since it wasn't good for his health, and since he really deserved a treat for being so hardworking.
  You'd prepared a nice little dinner at the dorm and dressed up for him. You were really excited, and you couldn't wait to see his face shift from an ugly, tired frown to his gorgeous, pure smile.
   That wasn't the case, however.
   The second he opened the door and you threw his arms around him, yelling 'surprise!' he immediately groaned and pulled you off of him. Your eyebrows furrowed and you felt a little bummed out, but then again, being attacked as you stepped inside probably wasn't a great thing.
   "Hongjoongie, I made you something!" 
   As you grabbed his wrist and started dragging him to the kitchen excitedly, you felt him pull away. You turned around and looked at him, a little confused at his cold behavior.
  "Hongjoong, is something wrong?"
  He rolled his eyes and huffed.
  "No, everything is fine, but it's just not great having someone cling to you all the time. It's fucking annoying Y/N, I just left work, let me rest for a fucking second before you come jump around near me."
   You couldn't believe your ears. All of the other members looked at you in pity, they knew how excited you were about that night, and it made you feel absolutely humiliated. You didn't quite know what to say, or how to react, your boyfriend had never spoken to you in such a heartless manner.
   "Hongjoong, please don't say things like that you know-"
   He immediately cut you off.
   "I'll say whatever I want! Y/N you fucking cling to me all the goddamn time, I want to rest, is that too much to ask!? For you not to glue to me 24/7!?
    His voice grew by the second, and his arms flailed like he was desperate, yearning for air, as if you really choked him. Tears brimmed in your eyes and your heart ached. Each vile word of his was like a stab on your body.
    "Joong I think-"
    He cut you off once more, but this time the bubble burst. You weren't going to hear another second of that nonsense. Your fists balled up behind your body and the previous sadness in your eyes shifted into anger.
   "Shut the fuck up! Now you shut up and listen to me! I know you're fucking stressed out, we all know, but you don't have the goddamn right to mistreat everyone around you for days on end comeback after comeback! It's exhausting! Everyone lets it slide because we all understand the weight you carry on your shoulders, but that doesn't give you the right to treat anyone like shit! I did my best to try and do something sweet for you and this is how you thank me!? Maybe I should rethink our relationship."
  There was not a drop of emotion as you said in the last sentence. You didn't mean it, you didn't want it, but it was what you felt deep down. You couldn't handle it, not like that...
   Hongjoong, who up until then had been listening very much against his will, widened his eyes in shock. He was visibly taken aback by your boldness, by how angry you were. You had never acted like this, you had never exploded in front of him, and a sense of regret immediately washed over his body.
   You walked past him, making sure to bump your shoulder against his, and grabbed your purse while simultaneously gripping the doorknob.
   Hongjoong turned around as fast as possible.
  "Y/N-"
  "Too late." You told him, as you turned the doorknob and left the apartment, making sure to slam the door behind you.
  Your ruthless expression scared Hongjoong, and for the first time ever, he was scared that he had lost you. 
   He was terrified, hopeless, and he didn't know what to do. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he didn't move, not until Seonghwa approached him.
   "You know, she really tried hard... You have to stop breaking her heart like that, you'll eventually lose her."
    The smaller boy turned to face his elder and sniffed, not bothering to clean his tears.
    "What if I already have?..." His voice was just above a whisper, too broken to be able to speak any louder than that.
   Seonghwa sighed and placed his hands on Hongjoong's shoulders, whilst looking him in the eye.
   "You haven't, not yet, trust me. But you have to go there and promise her, and make her believe that you won't hurt her like this anymore, she's only human Joong. You have to make it up to her." 
   As Hongjoong took in the information he just nodded. Once Seonghwa was done, he immediately sprinted out of the apartment. He didn't want to let another second pass by, knowing that you were hurting on your own, knowing that maybe you weren't his anymore.
   The tears continuously cascaded down his cheeks, the thought of losing you hurting way too much.
   He assumed you had taken a taxi, since he couldn't find you anywhere on the streets as he ran to your apartment block.
   Once he arrived, he ignored the elevator and took the stairs, not wanting to waste one second.
   He knocked on the door loudly. 
   No answer.
   He knocked once more.
   "Y/N, Y/N please I know you're in there! Give me another chance, I can't lose you like this!"
   Hongjoong's shaky voice made your heart quiver.
   You slowly opened the door, revealing the flushed, sweaty, and teary man you loved oh so much.
   "You haven't lost me yet, Hongjoong..."
   He immediately pulled you in a tight hug and cried onto your shoulder.
   "Princess I'm so sorry... I love you more than anything I'm sorry I treated you like that, I'm sorry I yelled at you, I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel lonely, I'm sorry for taking you for granted, I'm sorry... for everything."
  Your tears, that had already dried up, stained your cheeks for the second time that night.
   "It's okay, just, please don't do it again..."
  Hongjoong pulled away from the hug and cupped your face, making you look him in the eye.
   "Never again, I promise."
   You smiled and bit your lip, trying to suppress a sob.
   The both of you stood in the doorway, holding each other close, for a couple more minutes before a gush of wind rushed by you, sending chills down your spines. You shivered in his arms and he chuckled.
  "Should we go in?" He asked.
  You nodded and intertwined your fingers with his, pulling him inside your apartment as he closed the door.
   You dragged your boyfriend to the couch and cuddled up to him. You sat beside him and laid your head on the crook of his neck, while his head rested on yours and his arm pulled you close by the waist.
 "I missed this..." You confessed in a whisper, loving the quietness and peacefulness of the ambient.
  Hongjoong hummed in agreement.
  "Me too..." He paused for a second, unsure if he should bring it up, but Hongjoong decided to go ahead "You know Y/N, about that thing from before, if there's any way I came ake it up to you, you know, as an apology... I'm all ears."
  You looked up at him as he spoke nervously. Being with him was enough, nothing came to your mind particularly. That was, until a dirty scenario popped into your mind.
  You bit your lip and one of your hands caressed his chest for a second before moving down to his abdomen, where you left it.
  "You know... We haven't done anything in a long time.”
  Immediately he understood what you mean, and a smirk was plastered across his face. Hongjoong's arm, that was around your waist, pulled you to his lap as he hummed contently. 
  "Do you have anything in mind, pretty princess?" He asked as he delivered small kisses to your neck and jaw.
  You placed your hands on his chest and pulled him back. He squeezed your thighs and looked at you confusedly.
  "Tonight you're mine." You leaned down so your lips would be by his ear "You misbehaved baby, you have to be punished."
   You gave his crotch a light squeeze and tugged on his earlobe with your teeth.
   You stood up and walked to your bedroom, and when you noticed he wasn't following you glanced over your shoulder.
   Hongjoong sat there, perplexed at your sudden attitude.
   "Aren't you coming?"
   He shuffled in his place for a second before jolting up and following you to your bedroom.
   Hongjoong watched as you stripped down to your underwear. A wave of guilt instantly hit him. You were wearing the piece of underwear he had been eyeing in a store for a couple weeks now. You had gone and bought it for him to see and he had treated you like shit, fuck he was an asshole.
   "Don't stand there looking pretty, undress for me."
   You bit your lip as you watched him peel off every piece of clothing one by one, leaving him only in his boxers. You raised your brow at him and stepped closer to him.
   Your index finger hooked around the waistband of his underwear and tugged on it, letting go of it immediately after so it'd snap against his hip.
   "I said strip."
   Hongjoong swallowed dryly, getting a little nervous about your dominant demeanor. He was excited, he had never been controlled by you and he didn't quite know what to expect.
    He slipped off his boxers and watched as you knelt down and grabbed the base of his shaft. 
   Your boyfriend immediately hissed at the contact, as it had been long since you had touched him that way.
   Your tongue swirled around his tip and you sucked it, teasingly. Your fingers gripped his base tighter and he moaned as he gripped your hair tightly. You took more of him into your mouth and started bobbing your head to a steady rhythm, taking more of him each time, until you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.
   As your hand started following the movements, Hongjoong became more neddy. His hips thrust into your mouth, causing you to gag. You pulled away completely and looked up at him.
   "If you do that again I won't let you cum today, understand?" You asked as you delivered a slap to his naked thigh.
   Hongjoong nodded his head.
   "Y-yes, I do."
   "Good boy."
   His dick twitched in your hand at the praise, and you took him in your mouth once more. 
  You sped up the pace substantially, and when your hand's grip tightened slightly around his base Hongjoong let out a desperate cry.
   "Princess that's so good... I'm- I'm gonna cum..."
   As soon as he told you that you pulled away from his dick and removed your hand. Hongjoong moaned, displeased at the denial.
   He thought his punishment was over, but little did he know it had just begun.
   You stood in front of him and removed your bra, followed by your panties. 
   Right then, Hongjoong only wanted to kiss your neck and sit you down on his dick until you both came, but he knew he couldn't, not after what you had done to him.
   You looked over to the bed.
   "Lay down for me baby."
   He obeyed your wishes and laid on the bed, facing up.
   You sat on his dick, rubbing your wet pussy on his rock-hard cock. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his in a rough, desperate kiss. 
   Even though you took the leading role, his tongue controlled the kiss, out of habit. His hands snaked up your legs, grabbed your ass harshly and he pulled your core closer to his cock, wanting more friction, needing more friction.
   You slapped his hand away and looked at him with a dirty grin.
   "You don't get to touch me, baby."
  Hongjoong groaned and threw his head back.
   "Fuck Y/N, I can't handle it..."
  You brought your lips down to his neck and nibbled on his soft skin.
  "You have to, or else," You paused, as you lifted yourself up, aligned his cock with your entrance, and slammed down on him "I won't let you cum."
  Hongjoong gripped the sheets in desperation and moaned into the air.
  He wouldn't last like that... It had been too long since you two had fucked and he had been denied his orgasm before.
   "Y/N please, please let me fuck you, let me touch you..."
   His breathy begs were so cute. You loved how his pretty voice and heavy breaths echoed in the room, you were obsessed with the way you made him plead, with the way you drove him crazy.
   Hongjoong's eyes were tightly shut and his mouth was agape, as his chest rose and fell quickly.
   You started bouncing on his cock, slowly and steadily, and both of your moans increased volume.
   Your hands caressed his lower abdomen, giving you some stability.     When it eventually became too much for you to bear too, you gave him the green card.
   "Fuck Hongjoongie, touch me."
   As soon as he processed your words, he gripped your waist and flipped the two of you around. 
   Hongjoong pounded into you mercilessly. The headboard hit the wall loudly and repeatedly, certainly annoying some neighbors, but you didn't care, you were so, so close.
   You gripped Hongjoong's shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, as you looked at his lust-filled face. There were beads of sweat rolling down the side of his cheek, his hair was sticking to his forehead and his skin glistened. Hongjoong's eyes were glued to the way he entered you relentlessly, and his eyebrows were furred in pure pleasure.
   "Hongjoong... Hongjoong I'm going to cum." You moaned.
   Your boyfriend looked at you and smirked. He squeezed your waist tighter.
   "Should I let you cum?"
   You groaned and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
   "Shut up." You told him.
   His thrusts became sloppier as your tongue explored his mouth, and you could feel your orgasm bottling up.
   Hongjoong came first, not being able to hold back anymore, and he nearly collapsed on top of you as he shot a load of his thick cum inside you.
   Feeling him fill you up made you reach your orgasm. Your might went blank and your mouth fell agape as you cried his name.
   Hongjoong removed himself from you and fell beside you, pulling you close to his body.
   You placed one of your hands on his chest and kissed his cheek.
   "Hm, you were a good boy today." You teased, with a small smile.
   Hongjoong looked at you and kissed your forehead.
   "Fuck, I love you so much."
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spookymultimedia · 3 years
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A Summer to Remember Ch 1
Content warning ⚠️: themes of sexuality but nothing explicitly sexual
  [Maude pov]
  I stepped out of our car and felt the summer sun hit my face. I smiled at the warmth, looking out at the place; Catfish Lake was where Reverend Lovejoy had held the churchs' marriage retreat every summer. He and Helen had first met each other here as young adults and fell in love. It was a very important place for them. Me and Neddy got our bags together and walked in, finding Helen and Tim were already there prepared for the retreat with big smiles on their faces. Helen ran up to hug me. I set down my bag and hugged her fondly. Ned offered to carry up the rest and let him. I watched him quietly show off how strong he was. I could tell. I let out an amused huff and smirked from Helen's warm shoulder. I didn't even have a moment to let her go before she bubbled out in excitement.
       "Oh Maude you will not believe what we've planned this year. We're really getting deep and personal this year." I let her go and giggled at her excitement. 
        "We  always get personal here." I couldn't help but smile, her smile was just so contagious. It could just light up the room.
      "Not this personal." She gave a smirk. I wondered what that look could have ment. Would they be focusing on fears? Doubts? Communication? I wasn't sure but I was excited to find out. I looked over at Tim and Neddy walking downstairs to the lounge area. Timothy had already had the fireplace lit as he usually had, despite it being only broad daylight. 
       "Yep." Tim's voice rang proudly. "We're trying out something new this year. I think it'll be a very important topic to discuss." Ned just smiled up at him.
         We sat by the fireplace. Yet again it was just us four this year but it didn't stop us from being happy to be there. I looked at Timothy and Helen; her hand was curled up in Tim's and her leg was brushed against his. Tim had a relaxed grin and she had an excitable warm smile. It was like the sun. They were just beaming in warmth. Ned and I sat an inch apart, comfortably close to each other. We liked it that way.
      "This year," Timothy began, "we've decided to focus on intimacy and setting aside time for one another. I know how life can make us busy.-"  Heleh interrupted and touched his shoulder, "like with you and your trains hmm?" He sighed but nodded, " Yes, I do admit I spend a little too much time with my trains. . .so.  .let's get honest, talk about our feelings. Being close though the word of God." He gestured out with his hand as he spoke.  "Ned, how often do you think you spend time with Maude?" I glanced over at Ned. 
       "Oh, well, we spend quite a lot of time talking over tea about our day and our struggles. Maude's really just a little ray of sunshine for my rainy days." I smiled at him and nodded. "Yes and you're quite the strong shoulder to lean on when I need it." We didn't touch, our eyes spoke enough for us. We trusted each other.
[Ned pov]
       "That's great Ned and I'm glad Maude is so supportive. . ." There was a slow drawl in his voice, like there was a "but" waiting. I felt a nervousness creep up my spine. What was it that was wrong? "But Ned, I mean, how often do you two spend time in the bedroom-." I felt my eyes grow wide. Was he walking about. . .THAT? 
      " Tim, is that an appropriate subject to talk about?" He scoffed softly. I suddenly felt sweaty.
       "Oh Ned please we're all adults here. There's nothing wrong with a little marital intimacy. It really shouldn't be such a taboo thing why, it is something to be enjoyed in God's grace of marriage. Nothing wrong with those urges." I bit my lip. Urges. What Urges? What was he talking about? Oh, why was I so sweaty now? I drummed my fingers against my leg.  "I suppose. . ." I admitted. "Me and Maud- oh Maude this is so personal I'm s-"
      "Oh no it's fine Neddy. We're here to be honest." She put a gentle hand on my arm. I continued, "Well, you see me and Maude don't really do it much. Hardly at all." He shrugged. Helen's eyes lit up a smidge,
    "Really? How do you manage?"
"I um- uh. ." What did she mean? It really wasn't that hard. I wasn't sure what to say.    Maude answered,
       "We pray a lot and we focus on ourselves and on other hobbies." I nodded in agreement. Was it really that big of a matter? 
 Tim sighed, 
      "This is exactly the problem. You've both been convinced that this desire is something to tempt you." Why couldn't I keep my eyes off his hands? She continued on as I looked at Tim's hand rest in his lap. Helen spoke up, "While it can be a temptation, it can also be good with the right mindset. In fact, it can be a healthy thing to do on the regular." She looked up at him and rested her hand on his shoulder. He blushed and looked coy. Something in me felt. . .bothered. Confused? Yes, it was confusion and nothing else. "I guess you're right." It now felt silly. We're married. Why was it such a big deal? It wasn't. But at the same time it was. 
I sighed, maybe feeling frustrated. Maude looked up at me, she looked just as lost at this subject as I was. At least I wasn't alone feeling so conflicted.
[Maude pov]
         Helen and Tim then talked out their needs for a while, followed by Timothy reassuring me and Neddy that having fun in the bedroom with your married spouse was completely fine under the word of God. I understood him, but I personally wasn't sure how to explain how I wasn't sure. . .how to do that. I was too embarrassed to ask. Ned looked uncomfortable as well. He looked less stressed after I held his hand. It comforted both of us. "Now tonight I encourage you to be more familiar with each other. Experiment a little. See what happens. Maybe you'll learn something new about yourselves and feel stronger as a pair than before." Timothy said, wrapping up the discussion. I must've been squeezing Ned's hand because he gave me a worried look after Helen and Tim had left to head outside for supper. 
           "Are you alright hun bun?" 
"I don't know. I guess I'm just nervous. It's been a while sense.  . ." I trailed off. I couldn't finish the sentence for some reason. It hadn't been sense we conceived Todd. We just stopped. I couldn't think of a reason why. We just. . . didn't.
       " I understand. It's at least worth a try." He shrugged. I nodded and smiled. "Yeah I think so too." I gave him a small hug and he hugged me back. His firm embrace took away some nerves I had but it was still there.
     "I love you." He said.
"I love you too." He let me go before we made our way outside. 
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WIP Whenever
So, for two days I’ve been trying to get out all of the feelings I woke up with Friday morning for Caleb and some of his post-war stuff.  Things I’d decided months ago I really wanted to deal with for him, but took a sudden, MUST WRITE NOW! urgency all becaose of a photograph I saw that I suddenly realized connected to him and that part of the story (this all happened Thursday night - yeah, my muses had a FIELD DAY while I slept).  (very rough draft, but a workable draft nonetheless)
So, even as rough as it is, I’m willing to share the feels because lord help me, I love this Irish boy.  This post is a continuation of a snippet I shared with @shadoedseptmbr yesterday - was it just yesterday?  feels like FOREVER ago now! lol  That snippet can be found here.
Setting:  Old Neddy’s Pub, Shannon, Ireland; post-Reaper war, mostly post his first post-war fic (not sure yet if this is part of that same fic or a shorter continuation of it - depends how much of this second part blows up on me I guess)
Characters:  Caleb Shepard, Kaidan Alenko, Athair Connor
Pairings: mshenko
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“And you really don’t mind?”
“I can’t say I ever gave it much thought before now,” he replies after a moment.  “Not…in so many words, anyway.  But that doesn’t mean I’m not interested.”  His dark eyes twinkle brightly.  “Next great adventure for us, right?”
Caleb is left speechless, breathless almost, at his easy acceptance.  “Just that easy?”
“Not everything is as complicated as uniting the galaxy against the Reapers, Shepard.”  Chuckling, Kaidan releases one hand and reaches for his drink again.  “I think we’re about due for something ‘easy,’ don’t you?”
Caleb nearly chokes on the sip of his beer in his mouth. “Easy?  I never said anything about this being easy.”
“It won’t be as bad as you think.  Besides, Mom’ll be around to help navigate us through the worst of it.”
Mom.  Caleb sets his glass back onto the table and stares over at Kaidan again.  “That’s another thing.  Your Mom.  She hasn’t even met me yet.  What if –?”
Kaidan pulls their joined hands over and uses it to prop his chin on.  A smug smirk twists across his lips as he watches with amusement.  “You know, maybe you shouldn’t resign your commission. You get all sorts of nervous when you aren’t on active duty.”
Caleb’s eyes narrow.  “You aren’t nervous at all about this?”
“Not at the moment.”  Kaidan downs the last of his beer.  “Cross that bridge if and when it’s time to.”
Caleb opens his mouth to make a smart reply, but the words get caught in his throat.  Bridge. A shudder works through him and he drops his gaze to the table, noticing as he does so that his free hand trembles just a bit.  
Kaidan catches on quickly, immediately squeezing his hand and leaning in closer.  “I’m right here.  You’re here. The kids are safe.  You are safe,” he murmurs, repeating it several times.
Caleb nods, taking deep breaths, but above all, keeping his hand in Kaidan’s.  After a minute or two, the images fade and the world slowly rights itself once more. “Thanks.”
“Sorry about that.”
Shaking his head, Caleb replies, “No, my fault. I –”
“Not your fault,” Kaidan insists.
The sound of someone clearing their throat right next to them interrupts the conversation, and Caleb glances over to find Athair standing there.  “Am I interrupting?”
Kaidan starts to ward the priest off, but Caleb shakes his head. “Not at all, Athair,” he replies, squeezing Kaidan’s hand once more before releasing it.  “How can I help?”
Kaidan creates space and the priest slides into the seat beside him.  “I believe this may be one of those instances where I may be able to help you, son.”
Caleb frowns, eyes darting over to Kaidan briefly, but he looks as confused as Caleb feels.  “How is that, Athair?”
The priest nods across the room at the table where he’d been sitting.  Caleb’s gaze follows to find the woman whose face he does not recognize still seated there, alone.  When Caleb turns back around, Athair is waiting for him.  “This may come as a shock –”
Caleb snorts softly.  “You’ve known me my whole life, Athair.  I doubt anything can shock me much more than I’ve already experienced.”
There is a moment, just a small one, where the priest simply stares back at him, eyes flickering between sympathy, pain, and something that strikes Caleb as joy.  “Do you recall when we met all those years ago?”
Another shudder ripples through Caleb at the memories that return again.  He can’t speak just then, but he nods.  Something about the way Athair holds himself, the slant of his smile, the brightness in his eyes – something warns him that whatever it is the man is about to share will knock him off his feet.  Good thing I’m sitting down.
“Ruairí showed me the files you recovered, Caleb. I’ve spent the better part of a week assisting Saoirse and Aine as they went through them.”  
Athair stretches his hand across the table and drops something in front of Caleb.  As Caleb reaches for it, the man also presses something cold into his hand, closing his fingers around it.  It doesn’t take much effort to recognize it; another, new St. Sennan medallion, chain and all.  Caleb stares at it for a moment.  While he asked for a new one, if possible, shortly after their arrival, this is the first time since that it’s come up again.  The timing on that strikes Caleb as odd.  “What’s this?”
“You know what that is.”
Meeting the man’s eyes, he rephrases the question.  “Why now, then?”
“You know his history as well as I, Caleb,” Athair chides gently.  
“Aye, that I do, but that doesn’t explain –”
Athair nods at the second item.  “Read.”
Caleb’s gaze shifts to the datapad as he does just that.  Absently, his fingers start toying with the chain of the medallion, swirling it around on the table into a metallic whorl.  And while he senses the two men across from him as they shift in their seats – no doubt Kaidan giving the older man a questioning look, maybe even asking aloud – Caleb doesn’t hear anything outside a soft ringing in his ears as his attention is focused solely on the datapad in his hands ....
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In Dreams
Of Urchins, Criminals, Revolutionaries, and Learning to Chart Your Own Course.
Featuring cameos of the Boatman, London’s greatest criminal masterminds, and the Jovial Contrarian.
(aka I wrote out Robin’s backstory and some early game shenanigans)
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You don't remember the sun, except in dreams. You were so young when your parents brought you to the Neath that the world above seems hardly more than a story. Your life there was something that happened to some unfamiliar small child who was safe and loved and happy. When you dream of warm golden light and strong arms wrapping you into a protective embrace, you wake in the morning with a hollow ache somewhere deeper than your bones.
You have been in the Neath for less than a month when your mother runs off with a devil. Your father throws himself into his new job at the Docks and sometimes he is gone for two days or more only to stumble home in the middle of the night to pass out drunk on the floor of your dirty little Spite flat. One day, instead, a pair of weather-worn dockers come to your door with their caps in their hands to tell you that your father won't be coming home anymore. It was an accident, they say. He fell into the zee and the Drownies dragged him down. They say they'll find someone to look after you and they offer to bring you to see him one last time, to say goodbye. You are too shocked to do anything but nod silently and follow after them.
They take you to a lonely and empty stretch of dock, facing out toward the inky endless darkness of the zee. One of the dockers crouches down and calls your father's name into the water. He emerges a moment later, dripping and pale and not quite looking like himself anymore. He stares at you, brow slightly furrowed, as if he is struggling to recognize you. Then he starts to sing. The dockers each grab one of your thin arms and pull you back from the edge of the dock, watching you warily. The song fills you with a sadness too deep for words and you wriggle out of the calloused grip of the dockers. They shout at you to stay away from the water but you are already running in the opposite direction, back toward London, tears streaming down your cheeks.
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You never go back to that little flat in Spite. You fall in with the Naughts, who take you in and show you the best places to find food and teach you how to fight. They joke with you and plot against the Crosses and after a little while you find that your thoughts don't dwell on your parents as often.
One night, when you can't sleep, you stay up whispering with one of the other urchins. You wonder if you might be able to track down your mother somehow. The Twitchy Pickpocket tells you that it probably won't work. There are just too many devils in London and you don't even know the name of the one she ran off with, and she has probably lost her soul by now anyway. You lie awake long after he has fallen quiet and started to snore, staring up at the ceiling and trying to recall the color of her eyes.
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Sometimes, in your dreams, you play with your parents in the sunlight on grass that looks impossibly green. By the time you learn that no one can go back to the Surface after having been in the Neath for too long, it's too late for you. You've died once already after a territory battle took a particularly nasty turn, and no one can survive on the Surface if they've died in the Neath.
(The first time you died, you were terrified. It was so dark and the lapping waves reminded you of your father's pale face rising out of the zee. The Boatman awkwardly tried to comfort you with a bony hand on your shoulder as you frantically handed over every lucky weasel hidden in your pockets and begged him to let you go home. It was never as bad, after that first time.)
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As you start to get older, you realize that you'll eventually have to leave your gang and start your own life. You haven't the faintest idea how you're supposed to go about it. You track down the Twitchy Pickpocket, who left a couple years ago and is now doing rather well for himself. He offers to put you in touch with some of his criminal contacts who could help you get started as a proper adult thief.
The Naughts throw you a party the day before you leave for good. Someone managed to get a little bit of real Surface meat and you get the largest piece, and a whole bottle of cheap wine just for yourself. In retrospect, you realize that perhaps you should not have drunk the whole thing and then tried to burgle a fine townhouse the next morning while hungover. You land yourself in New Newgate on your first day out of the gang.
Once you make it out, you find your own little hideaway up in the Flit. It's drafty and a little precarious but it's all yours. You have your own bed you don't have to share and enough room to spread out your meager belongings with space to spare. You can't sleep the first night. It's too quiet all by yourself, just the wind whistling by outside with no one else around you tossing and turning or snoring or mumbling in their sleep.
You find that it is lonely, trying to make it as a thief on your own. Among the Naughts, at least, you could always trust that the rest of the gang would have your back if something went wrong. Adult criminals seem to all be out for themselves and it's hard to know who you can trust and who is just waiting for the chance to stab you in the back (sometimes literally) for their own gain.
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You decide you will try to make a name for yourself. You boldly proclaim that you'll be one of London's next great underworld kingpins before it even occurs to you to question if this is what you actually want. You learn, in time.
You hear rumors of a diamond the size of a cow and decide that stealing it will be an excellent test of your skills. You start down a dark and twisted path and find yourself buried alive for your trouble before you learn that it was never about a real diamond, after all.
You spend time smuggling for the Gracious Widow and come to admire her subtle cunning. There is wisdom in being quiet and observing and planning before making a move, though you find it hard to shake the habit of rushing in when you feel strongly about something. You admire the care she takes with the orphans she looks out for, too. You hope you will be able to do the same someday.
You spend hours in the chilly roosts of the Flit trying to understand the Topsy King. You get to know the Cheery Man and do what you can to help him in his pursuit of reconciliation with his daughter. He’s never the same after she dies. 
You pity them all, in a way, and you decide that you have no desire to join their ranks. It isn't the kind of life you want.
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You get to know some revolutionaries along the way. They are hard to miss, really. You listen to their speeches with skepticism but you're willing to consider some of their ideas. You burn down a silk warehouse and get arrested again. You destroy a statue and they celebrate you. You learn about the Liberation of Night and think it sounds like a ridiculous idea, frankly. What good could come of unending darkness?
The more time you spend talking and arguing and drinking coffee with them, the more you find yourself sucked into their world. You learn to differentiate between the different schools of thought they fight for. You still struggle to understand the Liberationists. You can't see why they set their sights on such lofty and (for the moment) theoretical goals when the real evidence of the failings of the Masters and the Bazaar is all around you. It's in the neddy men beating dockers for daring to speak up for better working conditions, in the writers made to disappear just for expressing controversial ideas, in the urchins fighting for food in the streets while those in power refuse to share even a little of their wealth. Who cares about the cruelty of the stars when there are people suffering all around?
You find some others who seem to agree with you and your social circle starts to shift. You take up a new job campaigning for the cause. It's not quite a respectable profession but it feels a lot closer than anything you've done before. A handful of supporters start to look up to you for your passion and dedication, not just because they're afraid of you.
It takes you rather by surprise when an old acquaintance shows up at your door in the middle of the night, covered in blood and begging you to let him stay. You don't know how he found you. You'd left behind the drafty shack in the Flit for a set of warm, spacious rooms at the Bazaar and it has been months since you've heard from most of your criminal friends. You're not actually sure how he made it all the way here without being noticed by someone in the street, though you suppose it is very late. You cast nervous glances around the empty street as you try to convince him that you can't take him in at the moment and it would be in his best interest to leave before the constables come by on patrol. He doesn't leave. Finally, you hear the distant sound of heavy boots on cobblestone and you close the door on him. He bangs on the door a few more times before you hear him run off. You try to tell yourself he'll be okay.  You're not sure if you believe yourself. You don't sleep well that night.
The criminals keep their distance from you for a while after that. Apparently this does wonders for your reputation. The Jovial Contrarian approaches you one day to ask if you would be able to help an agent infiltrate the Ministry of Public Decency. He specifically comments on your sound reputation and you manage to keep a straight face long enough to agree to his proposal. After it is done, you learn that you've earned a certain amount of respect among the revolutionaries. You start to feel like maybe you are doing something important, something that matters for once, instead of just whatever you have to do to survive.
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 Your dreams have often felt distant from your waking life, like you're catching glimpses of someone else's world, so in a way you are not surprised to learn that it is possible to physically enter a different world through dreams. You just didn't expect to learn about it from a sweaty, balding stage magician in a music hall.
You start spending more time staring into mirrors, trying to work out their secrets. Sometimes you catch glimpses of an unfamiliar place filled with cosmogone light that is almost similar to your dreams of sunlight. You decide that you will find a way to reach it someday.
With time, you learn how it's done. You step through the glass and into the Mirror-Marches. The grass isn't quite like Surface grass and the light isn't really the same as sunlight. The Writhing River is like nothing you've seen before. Parabola is certainly different from the Surface, but it still feels like a sort of escape from the Neath.
You don't know what "home" is supposed to feel like, but something about the wild landscape reminds you of some of your earliest dreams, of being warm and safe and happy in the sun.
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I humbly request a continuation of the Spices fic, largely because of the "Mr Transport is your new sibling" tag. Although given that Spices has a bit of a superior attitude towards humans, I'd suspect that it may see things as being slightly more akin to how humans would see getting a puppy than adopting a child.
Give a pup a treat.
It had been some time since that night Mr spices found you in the kitchen, you had basically become a little personal Neddy man for it. All day you'd follow Spices around and do as it instructed you to do, which made you more than happy. You liked not being on the streets, you liked the honest rewards you got for hard work, and while you weren't sure entirely how Spices viewed you...or at least you didn't want to acknowledge how you thought it viewed you, you were more than happy to basically be adopted in some way. In some parts you felt more like a puppy than a child, you'd get pat on the head and be given treats for little tricks you could do. Sit when instructed, speak, etc etc. But you were fine with that, you did your best to not accidentally make Spices mad and you were treated well, at least a lot better than how you were on the streets.
You heavily focused on its care because of the child it was baring, you did all you could to keep Spices de-stressed and happy so nothing happened to it or its baby. You even helped out with the nursery and gathering other things needed for the future little ones care. While you were more than sure that Spices more than likely didn't view you as an adopted child, you still viewed the growing pup as your new sibling. You were excited, the thought of being a big sibling, caring for the little one, helping out in child care, baby sitting, everything. You'd help the little bat grow into a fine master like its parent! Spices certainly seemed amused by your enthusiasm and deep down you could tell it appreciated all you did even if it wouldn't admit it out loud.
Right now you were getting fabrics from Mr veils, more for Spices' robe and some extra for blankets. Perhaps it was feeling cruel or it just wanted to make sure you were aware of the situation and didn't want you to get your hopes up. Right as you were leaving, Mr veils stopped you.
"Little rabbit, before you depart I have to ask. You ARE aware that you are more of a pet to Spices correct?" It asked, subtly you could hear the strain in its throat from any discomfort it was holding back. But if Veils was breaking its silence just to tell you this then it was best to listen.
"Um, yes Mr veils. I know Mr spices doesn't exactly..view me as a child of sorts but that's..fine." You said.
Honestly you were rather nervous on where it was going with this. You wish it hadn't continued...
"You're like a puppy to Spices, perhaps I should start calling you Little pup....no matter. You are a curious child, we all can see our little helper is desperate for a family. How disheartening it must be that one who's baring a child doesn't even view you as one. When it's feeling its most maternal instincts it can't even extend that to you when you serve right under it. Treated like a hound, given toys and treats when you behave or preform tricks. You even sleep in a bed akin to a human sized dog bed. I would know, I made the bedding. Oh well, it's like you said. You're well aware of how Mr spices views you, now off you go little pup."
With that, Mr veils returned to its loom. You held back a sniffle that threatened to break and quickly left its spire. You had grown to recognize Veils' tones of voice and what they meant, you knew Veils had SOME of a soft spot for you. You could tell that it hadn't meant to hurt you, but its words struct deep into your little heart and tore it. Quickly you ran off, making your way back to Spices' chambers, it wasn't there...good..you...you didn't want it to see you right now. You put the blankets wear they needed to go and started organizing the rest for Spices' robe, though you started to silently cry to yourself half way through.
You knew what you were to the masters and Spices in particular, you know you are a servant and nothing more...but you didn't need the fact rubbed in like that.
You didn't want to be reminded that no one would want you as their child, life told you that several years ago that no one would ever want to be your parent. When your own mommy and daddy abandoned you, the looks of disgust that were on their faces. You knew they didn't love you, that they never loved you. Perhaps...even when deep down you knew it wasn't like that...you wanted to feel like Mr spices viewed you as its own child. To fill that void even a little bit, even if it was temporary. Yes you're a child, but you're still a smart one...but whoever said one isn't allowed to fool themselves.
You curled up on your little bed and faced the wall, clutching the blanket. Your eye lids felt heavy, perhaps a little nap wouldn't hurt. So...you could...have more en..ergy when...Spices got...back...
You drifted off, barely noticed that Spices had returned just as you fell asleep. It looked at you then looked at the fabrics all neatly placed where they needed to be, it nodded, very satisfied with your work. It properly tucked you into bed, you had worked hard throughout the day and deserved the rest. Perhaps it will check on your dreams later as well once its own work is finished for the day. You were a special human, all of your kind were below it but it was your tiny self that found your way into its heart. Its pulse had matched with yours, it had felt that Transport's own pulse had synced with yours as well, it recognized you. Though, looking you in your small bed was...very much making it question how it treated you. Yes, you had been more of a pet at first, it viewed you like how a human would view a puppy they adopted. But things changed over time, it grew attached to you and it hated seeing you upset. Spices felt the need to comfort and dry your eyes when you cried, wake you from your nightmares and make sure you were safe. Perhaps it was time for some change in accommodations.
But..your little mind was in turmoil, a nightmare plagued you.
London was foggy, you walked down the street among the faceless people who paid you no mind. You felt like you knew the street but at the same time your memory pulled a blank, where to go..where are you going? Yes, the masters, you have to get to them, to the Bazaar...where...?
"E-Excuse me, can you help me?" You asked to a man, but you were ignored.
You went to a woman and yet again you were ignored. Every person you asked, even a Rubbery man, ignored you. not a single word. So you walked, and walked, and walked, until there was no one but you on the foggy street. You just walked in silence before you bumped into a large shadowy figure, it looked to be one of the masters. At first you were joyful to have found one of them but...no words came from you. No, words echoed in the air around that made tears well up in your eyes.
"Useless, unneeded, unloved, that is all that you are, a pathetic urchin. You really think we appreciate you? That we love you in any sort of capacity? Foolish child. Begone from my sight!"
The voice you could not recognize but it shook you to your core, you stumbled backwards and fell onto the cobblestone pathway. The words echoed louder and louder, you sobbed and covered your ears. But then the dream shook and light flooded your vision.
"WAKE UP!"
With a tiny scream you sat up, panting, cheeks wet from tears. Mr spices stood over you, its hood was down and it stared with both bewilderment and concern.
"You were muttering the most horrible things about yourself in your sleep" It told you.
You were screaming and crying, it was a struggle to wake you up, so much so that it was about to travel to you through Parabola just to end the visions you were seeing. This broke you even more as your cried louder, you told Mr spices that you knew it didn't love you, that you were a pet. But despite those facts you viewed Spices as your parent even if the thought of family is not mutual. That you would love it as your parent no matter what it thought of you.
Spices was silent, it stared at you with its ribbon red eyes. Honestly it looked sad, it was disgusted with itself that it made you feel so horribly. That's its actions had broken your little heart in such a way. It did see you as its own, it did care for you, it had grown to accept its place as your parent and it was more than happy to be in that position with someone as sweet at you. Your crying was cut short as Mr spices pulled you into its embrace, a warmth overtook you as its wings hid your body from view.
"Do not ever say those words about yourself or believe that I do not love you. Ever. Again. You are my child, little paprika." It said, and for the first time you heard a sweet parental affection its voice.
You hugged the giant bat as best you could, allowing it to lull you back to sleep with the hum of melody.
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