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mammalsofaction · 1 month

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Imagine human!Perry getting hit with the molecular separator. Set during the events of 'Split Personality'

-That morning when Candace was wrestling with the separator and accidentally separates herself, the machine smashes into a rock and begins to malfunction. She doesn't notice, what with suddenly being two people with wildly contradicting priorities and all.

-But when Perry steps out into the backyard to head into his hideout, stepping onto the very same rock-a trigger for his lair, the machine descends down with him. Perry lands in his seat, but the machine activates upon impact to the floor and hits him with it before it sputters out and dies. Monogram is greeted with two distinct Perrys; Agent P, professional hardass and lone wolf dedicated in the pursuit of justice and fighting evil (specifically Doof); and Uncle Perry, a mellow headed novelist who sleeps a lot and really doesn't do much, but loves the kids with all his heart.

-If both men get caught in public and outs OWCA, it could decimate Perry's cover and invite all sort of legal and coverup catastrophes. Monogram demands Carl chase them and fix it.

-Instead of the Look-Away Inator, it's a Vanessa week and Doof has cooked up another harebrained scheme to take over the Tri State Area, but first! Buying parts at the mall with his daughter :3 Bonding time.

-So Agent P storms to the Mall to defeat Evil and Uncle Perry goes to the mall because all his kids (Phineas, Ferb, Candace, Vanessa) are there!

-Cue four part musical number with Romantic Candace, Busting Candace, Agent P and Uncle Perry while PnF and Carl are trying to chase Candace and Perry around the mall, while Linda and Doof remain perfectly oblivious.

-At one point Vanessa separates from her dad to go look at some new knee high goth stomping boots, and Agent P gets to her first. He gets all up in her face, interrogating her on her father and where he's going and what he's planning, and Vanessa-miffed-goes "What is going ON with you today" and Agent P is like "That's none of your business, Doofenshmirtz." Spitting out her last name like it's something disgusting. He's never referred to her like that before: Perry has ALWAYS made a point to separate her from her father, and emphasize that she was her own person. Agent P storms off and leaves her behind feeling hurt and confused and 40% sure that was NOT the Perry she knows and loves.

-Barely a moment after he leaves Uncle Perry stumbles inside the shop, looking winded and worried before he spots her and breathes this huge sigh of relief. He notes that Vanessa looks spooked, and Vanessa is making that math calculation meme look as Perry checks her up and looks her over until she convinces him that she's fine and she hadn't been hurt. She knows Perry was a softy on the inside, but she's getting whiplash from the sheer difference between him NOW and the him that just spit in her face 5 minutes ago. Not to mention they're dressed COMPLETELY different, and she's never seen him dressed like THIS before. An old battered denim jacket with old band patches over a slightly washed out ducky momo tshirt, khaki shorts and crocs. Hes wearing glasses, and his hair uncombed and unruly. If she was any measure as face blind as her father, they would be two completely different people despite the teal hair, and she wouldn't have recognised him at all.

-She's beginning to suspect they ARE different people. Sthg smells FISHY.

-She off handedly mentions that her father is making a SUPER evil contraption that could completely isolate her uncle. He's on his way home right now.

-Ducky Momo Perry just looks at her with this confused, slightly amused "ok, and?" Look like he's not sure what to do with this information, and just asks if she needs a ride home? If she can just wait until he collects the rest of his kids (he has kids?????) he can drop her off at her father's. They could even get slushy dog otw out maybe?

-She asks if he doesn't want to stop her father's evildoing maybe, and Perry's like no???? Im just a novelist, I dont do much. I dont go out busting evil, that's Other Me's job, and Vanessa's Something Is Off senses just goes BLARING like What Does He Mean.

-Perry checks something on his phone though, and notes with concern it is so LATE, and he needs to make Lunch, oh the kids must be starving he HAS to look for them, and takes off with a kiss to Vanessa's cheek requesting her to meet her at Slushy Dog so he can take her home.

-After he leaves, Vanessa walks out with her mind going A Mile A Minute and spots the Carl The Intern that Monty had once introduced her to. She waves him over, and he asks, nervously, if she had seen "Agent P" around. It's child's play to pressure him into telling her that Agent Perry the Platypus had accidentally been molecularly separated into individually embodying each side of his double life. One where he is known as Uncle Perry of the Flynn Fletcher household, and Secret Agent P the enactor of Justice.

-They had to put the two of them together, else OWCA could risk Perry's cover to be blown, and he would have to be relocated.

-She doesn't want this! She tells Carl that she had already told Agent P that her father had gone home to enact his Evil Plan so she's sure he's going to be at DEI, and she's going to persuade Uncle Perry to send her up. Carl will have to meet them there with the repaired separator and blast them back together.

-She finds Uncle Perry at Slushy Dog, talking to that blonde kid behind the counter that she's pretty sure is Candace Flynn's boyfriend and Perry introduces him as Jeremy Johnson, who had told him Phineas, Ferb and Candace had gone home with their mother. Jeremy seems to vaguely recognise her, at least. Perry introduces her as his "Partner's daughter, Vanessa." Which, okay, they are so pressed for time to unpack that right this second. The implications don't seem to miss Jeremy, either; he looks too stunned to speak. She doubts Jeremy had known Perry was dating anybody. Heck, she didn't know until right that second either. She is SOOOOO bringing this back up once Perry was back to normal.

-She tells Perry that her dad was making her favourite doonkelberry pie for lunch and he just called her and said Perry was invited so won't he please send her home? Perry blushes a little, most likely at the thought of her dad inviting him over to lunch, Jeremy looks arrested and wide eyed like he's piecing things together in his head and Vanessa is only a little bit sorry about the mess Normal Perry is going to have to come home to when he reports home to his mother.

-As Uncle Perry drives her home, Vanessa implicitly understands Carl and Monogram's concerns for the Agency's cover and OWCA's secrecy, because Uncle Perry has NO FILTER. She learns more about him in the half hour car ride (a battered Honda Accord) over than she ever has in the last 5 years she had known him. In a relaxed state, Perry talks in odd accent amalgam that he explains had been due to being raised in Australia, before moving to England with his sister when she married Lawrence, Ferb's dad. They were otherwise orphans who were integrated by OWCA at an incredibly young age, so the Fletchers became like family, and he had stayed even when his sister passed from an OWCA related incident (the one thing he seems hesitant to elaborate on) to help Lawrence Fletcher raise Ferb. He explains to her that prior to his nemesis-ship to her father, OWCA had demanded him work odd hours which weren't very kid friendly, which made him apply for a more stable schedule. Major Monogram got in contact and persuaded him to take up a nemesis-ship with his father in Danville, and when he moved, Lawrence and Ferb moved with him.

-Lawrence met Linda Flynn in Danville, who was a single mother of Candace and Phineas Flynn, and the rest was history.

-Vanessa had an inkling there was so much more lore she could uncover from that brief yet eye opening wealth of information, but she got distracted just learning more about Perry as a person and-apparently-how much more open he is about his adoration of her father without his concerns of professionalism as an OWCA agent. She knows he thinks her dad's cute, seems exasperated but fond and awed of his inventions, angry and sad about his childhood and past. Perry says he feels like he owes Heinz for so much, not least for getting to care about another brilliant kid, a point he emphasizes with a noogie to Vanessa's head. She feels all mushy and warm inside, but all too soon they have arrived at her father's penthouse doorstep, from which originated the sounds of cartoonish violence.

-Perry notes that her father must be busy, and Vanessa is abruptly reminded of her Mission. She reiterates her father's invitation to lunch, and practically drags Perry inside, praying that Carl had beat them there or was at least primed and aimed the Separator whatsit with a clear shot.

-Inside, Agent P is posed over her father, straddling his chest and he lies on his back on floor squirming and wriggling and noting that Perry the Platypus is being strangely intense today. Agent P is sporting a good few scrapes of his own, implying that her father had given as good as he got, but even with his scowl and a fist pulled back, it's a awkward configuration to catch her dad in. It's not even the first time it happens, but it's SO weird to see every time. Her dad never seems to notice the kind of picture it paints.

-Vanessa doesn't even need to do anything to shove the two halves of Perry together, because Uncle Perry had stormed forward with a beet red face pulling Agent P off of his Heinz, demanding to know what it is that he's doing. It seems to set them both like nothing else, because they are suddenly in a full blown fight with each other (Agent P accusing his other half that he was Consorting With The Enemy, and Uncle Perry hissing about he could've seriously hurt them Heinz and Vanessa BOTH, and this was why they never have any friends or nice things.)

-As Vanessa pulls her father away, she briefly worries that she had blown Perry's cover, until she notes that her dad's got two black eyes and muttering dizzily about seeing double. It's easy to coax him out to an adjacent room as she sees Carl the Intern sneaking inside the house through the still open front door with a machine that looks a like a camera. They give each other a thumbs up as the arguing increases to a fever pitch, one wrong word away before coming to blows, and Carl fires up the reverse of the Separator.

-The abrupt silence throughout the penthouse makes Vanessa's ears ring, but seeing only one dazed figure in the middle of the lab is such a wonderful relief. She watches him take note of his surroundings, a thoroughly defeated Heinz Doofenshmirtz and a thwarted Inator before reaching his own conclusions, and practically overlooks Carl, who takes the opportunity to slink back out the apartment with a visible echoed sigh of relief.

-Vanessa watches as he darts over first to her wrecked and injured dad, hissing as he carefully assesses the injuries and bruises he had inflicted on the man himself that reminds her of the way his Uncle Perry Aspect had looked over HER in the mall-the visible care and concern Agent P disavows himself of. He's avoiding her gaze, and Vanessa figures out that he's embarrassed.

-She doesn't get the opportunity to say anything though, bc her dad comes to somewhat and realizes that Perry is by his side. Despite his wounds being inflicted Perry himself, he seems to tell that Perry's worried anyway, and requests that the agent carry him to his room to take a nap. Vanessa feels a little like she's interrupting, seeing the gentle way her dad takes Perry's hand, the softness in Perry's expression, the easy acquiescence as he heaves her father up in a bridal carry. Her dad is still mumbling nonsense, she hopes Perry will look him over for a concussion, but Perry catches her eye to nonverbally indicate-importantly-that they need to have a talk.

#perryshmirtz #heinz doofenshmirtz #choice of fic #human perry #perry the platypus #phineas and ferb

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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Aita for lieing to my mom for 6 years about a guy I dated?

🤐🇮🇪 <- so I notice me. This sounds bad but all things considered, i think I'm justified at least.

Tw for domestic abuse, physical abuse, fighting and non-explicit mentions of many other forms of abuse.

So in 7th grade grade I (12/13f at the time) was dating a guy named Jay(13/14m at the time)(not his real name and we were in the same grade) for about three months. I had a crush on him for years before we dated so I was ecstatic when he finally asked me out. Looking back now at 22, I can see he pitied me as i was very unpopular and no one wanted to be around me due to the fact I was very nerdy and very autisitc(I have a mental disability). He used me for sexual things and it wasn't super healthy but I was just happy to be getting attention as neither my school nor home life was safe from abuse/bullying.

Towards the end of those three months, an incident occured. Me and Jay were working on a mutural computer lab project that should of only tooken a week but the day we were set to start, jay had iss (in-school suspension. I don't know why). I needed his choice for a song because the project couldn't start without choosing it and he wasn't texting me and was being petty and whiny about it. Finally he picked some pop 2010s song and I got started. He was in the suspension for half the week so I was the one who did a majority of the project.

When he finally came back, he was being demanding and a jerk and I said fine, I'll do my own project and you can do yours, I wanted to do firework by katy perry anyway. He then demanded my part of the project since I wasn't doing that song anymore and I told him no and when he demanded it again, I deleted it infornt of him. Typical preteen arguments right? Well he slapped me. In front of all of his laughing friends. He'd never done that before and even though I had previous experience with physical abuse(a few instances with my dad but my mom didn't see it till much later after this incident. This is important.), never from a partner.

I don't remember too much as I saw red and reacted before I could think but I do remember ripping him out of his chair, throwing him on the floor and punching him in the chest and face a few times while his friends cheered me on in surprise. I was an average height but underweight and he was both taller than me and almost 300 lbs but it felt so easy. Once I was done I got up, told the teacher I was doing it on my own, aced the project while he failed and none of my bullies ever tried to physically fight me again. I went from nerdy shy weird pushover girl to scary strong weird girl and I'm ok with that. He hit first.

Even though we eventually broke up, we made up and it was something we joked about together as i didn't realize how serious that was at the time. But my mom did realize how serious it was and tried to explain to me how bad that was, that I should never let a partner hit me and she never wanted to see me talking to him again. She was being responsible but I was 13 and riding off the excitement of showing a guy I liked what for that we dated again not a month after we broke up. Except this time I wasn't dating Jay Lastname, I was dating "Sean mcduffin" or at least that's what i called him around family and because my mom never saw or met jay, she didnt recognize sean.

Our second time around only lasted another three months before we broke up and we're friends all through the rest of our school years, never more, but my mom still called him Sean because we'll.. I told her that was Sean and I couldn't back out now. I'm gonna shift gears for a second so stick with me.

I had gone through two extremely abusive relationships back to back from one in sophomore year (sexual and emotional abuse) and one in senior year (sexual, physical, religious and emotional abuse) and my mom didn't learn until a year later after I graduated. After my mom learned about it and the extent of the abuse with my father, she helped me heal and eventually started asking questions about the relationships and my dad and I answered her as were the closest weve ever been. She off handedly compared the one in senior year to the incident with Jay and then said how happy i seemed with Sean right after made her relax and hope i wouldnt be in another abusive relationship and it hadn't hurt me too badly.

I then realized I had never explicitly told her Jay and Sean were the same person and I had lied to her when I said they weren't (she had suspicions but never proof and trusted me). So I told her they were the same person and she got this very defeated look on her face. I apologized as I realized that was kinda shitty of me because my mom was just trying to protect me but I can also see why a 13 yr old who grew up in parental abuse wouldn't nessesarily take domestic abuse seriously. She just signed and said she wishes I was honest and I shouldn't of lied about it because it was serious. I explained my side but we eventually just moved on to talk further into our initial topic and she's not brought it up since.

I can see where I was the little 13 yr old asshole but I can also see why I wouldn't of taken the lie as seriously as I should due to my history. He never hit or hurt me again and I never heard of him doing it again so I guess i desuaded him from a life of abuse. Idk. Was I the asshole? Me and him don't talk anymore and since getting therapy, I've realized what a shitty person he was to me before, during and after our small relationship.

(small context: we were school friends only, he never really came over to my house or met my family more than once the second time we dated and I didn't talk about him as much after the second break up due to my focus on friends shifting from school friends to my girl scout troop. We were inseparable in school but outside of it, we rarely spoke.)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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jungle-angel · 4 months

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A Bed For My Family (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett can't stand the thought of having to temporarily leave the ranch with Amy, but you know that you'll be safe in Montana for just a little while

Warnings: Breastfeeding, Perry being a douche canoe etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Rhett had just finished brewing a mug full of the flavored coffee, ready to close up the house for the night, when Royal came striding in, hanging his cowboy hat and jacket up on the hook.

"You ok Dad?" Rhett asked, noting the tired, worried expression in Royal's face.

"Ran into the judge when I went to go and get mine and (y/n)'s meds at the pharmacy," Royal explained.

"Somethin happen?"

Royal didn't want to tell him, but knew that he'd have to anyways. "Perry made bail this mornin."

Rhett's eyes went a little wide. "The fuck happened?" he asked.

"I dunno," Royal answered. "All I know is that he made bail and he's loose. I asked if there was anything that could be done, but he said not for a while."

"So what does this mean for me and (y/n)?" Rhett asked.

"Means ya'll are gonna have to completely disappear for a while," Royal told him. "You both need to take Amy and leave Wabang until things can get settled."

"How long till we can come back?" Rhett asked again. "What about the ranch?"

"We'll manage," Royal answered. "We've got the hands and it's a good thing too, they hate Perry's guts, same as the rest of us. All I know is that it's gonna be a while, Rhett. I don't know how long, but it's for our sake as well as you guys. I don't want nothin happenin to that baby, you or (y/n)."

Rhett could feel a hot lump burning in his throat, his chest tightening and his eyes beginning to blur at the thought of it. "Dad I......I dunno if we can even do this?"

"Rhett," Royal said. "Do not ask me to watch you risk life and limb for Amy. She needs you and you're the only dad she's got. Her biological father's a piece of shit and the mother ran out on her. You and (y/n) are all she's got in this world. If I tell ya'll to go, then ya'll need to go now."

Rhett's jaw clenched a little. His father was right. Ever since you and him had taken her from birth, you and Rhett were the only parents she would ever know. God forbid something should happen to the both of you or to her.

"Ok," he croaked. "Ok......"

Royal hugged his son, himself strained by the thought of you and Rhett leaving with his and Cecelia's grandbaby. "Promise ya'll it'll be ok," Royal croaked. "One way or another."

Rhett trudged his way up the stairs to see if you were still awake and sure enough, you were, snuggling Amy in the rocker. The dim glow of her little Sleeping Beauty nightlight was the only light to be found in the room. You looked like a goddess in Rhett's eyes as you held her, himself taken by your soft features that seemed to show more in that dim light.

"I finally got her to sleep," you whispered.

Rhett knelt next to you and kissed Amy's little head. She had only been home a day and a half, so brand new to this world and the both of you desperate to protect her.

"Dad says we've gotta go," he said.

"Where?" you asked as a pang of fear welled inside of you.

"Up to John's in Montana," Rhett answered. "He said Perry made bail this morning and there's a chance he could come after us."

You were terrified. You knew that Perry had been arrested for trying to go after Rebecca and had almost succeeded. You remembered after Amy had been born by C-section, Rhett sitting in the hospital rocker with her, Amy's tiny form snuggled against his naked chest as he vowed to protect her from any danger in the world.

"When do we have to go?" you asked nervously.

"Tomorrow night," Rhett answered. "I'll pack a little tonight and in the morning and then we'll load up and be gone by dinner. Whatever we can't take with us, we'll get on the road."

You felt the tears coming, unsure of how long it would be until you and Rhett could return. But one thing had been certain, that no matter where you and Rhett would go......you would always return.

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It was a hectic night and morning, packing what little you could both take with you and loading up the truck for the six hour drive ahead to Bozeman. Cecelia had packed a few of Amy's blankets, her favorite lovey that she had made and her little flop-eared bunny stuffie.

"Lets get ya'll bundled up, princess," Royal said, his clumsy fingers snapping the last little gold button on Amy's pink knit sweater.

"Dad, you got her?" Rhett asked him.

Royal carefully slipped her little knit cap onto her head before picking her up. He kissed the side of her head as she sucked away on her pacifier, not wanting to let her go.

"Dad?"

Rhett hadn't seen his father shed a tear in a long time, not since Grandpa River had passed away. Royal sniffed back the tears as he handed Amy off to Rhett, a cry beginning to well in her throat before Rhett calmed her right down.

"Ya'll take care son," Royal told him. "Give our best to John."

Rhett nodded. You and him both hugged his parents before you gently laid Amy in her carseat, buckling her in and covering her with one of the knitted blankets Cecelia had made for her. Much to your surprise too, Ruby and Diesel jumped into the truck as well without a single objection from Royal or Cecelia. Both of them assured you that things would be fine and that Tiny and Willie were safely locked up in the book barn with their kittens.

It saddened you both to have to pull out of the driveway and get on the road, but you watched and waved until your in-laws and their ranch were nothing more than a speck in the distance. You heard Rhett sniff back his own tears from up front and a high pitched whine from Diesel, the burly rottweiler who had been Rhett and Royal's companion since puppyhood.

It was without a doubt, the longest road trip the two of you had ever been on, much longer than the one you had taken when you and Rhett were in college. Amy had slept a good three and a half hours before she woke up hungry and just in time for Rhett to pull into the nearest gas station for snacks and to fill the truck. You fed Amy as soon as you had pulled in, amazed that she had latched onto you so quickly. Being on the lactation medicine had been a pain in the ass, but you knew it would be better for Amy in the long run.

It wasn't too long before you had at last crossed into Montana, the traffic in Billings reaching ludicrous proportions as the sun began to set. After another good two and a half hours, you finally reached the Dutton Yellowstone Ranch, the truck snaking its way up the long gravel drive and into the bright porch lights.

John ventured out into the subzero, snowy night to greet the both of you. "Your dad told me ya'll were comin," he said.

"Took our sweet time gettin here too," Rhett laughed, his teeth beginning to chatter.

"C'mon, ya'll get inside," John told him. "It's gonna dip down into single digits tonight and nobody's sleeping in their cars."

John hurried to help you both unload, taking Amy's carseat with the sleeping baby inside and leaving Rhett to help you out of the truck. Diesel and Ruby went ahead of you both, scratching at the front door until you opened it and John let you both in.

He let you leave your suitcases at the door before you could kick off your boots and coats, hanging everything on the hooks and sticking your shoes on the hard plastic mat. Rip and Beth were still up but Kayce and Monica were busy elsewhere putting two year old Tate to bed.

"Alright, one for you," John said, handing you a mug full of coffee. "And one for the cowboy."

"Thanks Uncle John," Rhett replied, taking the mug.

"Not a worry," he said, lifting Amy out of her carrier. "Heard ya'll had a hell of a time gettin up here."

"Yeah but we're damn glad to be here," you told him.

John could agree one hundred and ten percent. It may not have been the best of circumstances, but he was glad to have you, Rhett and Amy on any given day, especially now.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #john dutton #outer range #yellowstone #outer range x yellowstone crossover

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natureismynature · 8 months

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Ok. But I do actually want to talk about this now.

In Foolish's day 26 vod, Leo showed him paintings of her three friends. The first one was Cucurucho.

She kept saying it was there, watching them. Always. Then she said Foolish should say hello, to which he complied. He said hello to the air, but then Cucurucho ACTUALLY showed up and said hello too before leaving again.

When Foolish asked what the hell was that supposed to be, Leo told him that "It just came to say hello. It always takes care of me." Then Cucu came back and game Foolish a book.

Inside the book (written in Spanish) was the question "HAVE YOU BEEN TAKING CARE OF LEO?"

Which is just??? WHAT??? I know that Leo always claimed that she was friends with Cucurucho, but for Cucu itself to actually ask this question?? To show this much care for Leo??? It blows my mind, I don't even have the words rn. (This leads me to believe that Leo's friend is the defective one, Osito Bimbo)

After Foosh and Leo confirm that yes, he's been taking good care of her, Cucurucho leaves them alone once again.

The next friend is interesting because, well, it's a painting of a capybara saying "Hola Leo! :)"

They didn't really get to dive deeper into this since Foolish thought that Perry (Leo's pet platypus) was the one in the painting, despite Leo saying it was a capybara. To be fair, she didn't really try to correct him when he asked if she was talking about Perry.

And knowing what I know now, this really really sticks out to me. Because on this day, Leo introduced Foosh to mysteriously powerful entities she called friends... and one out of those three friends is supposedly a capybara...

The third friend is where things get a little more freaky. Leo showed Foolish a painting of Dark, who she called her best friend.

She claimed that Dark is powerful and he protects them from bad people, but he can only do it on Foolish's dragon home and nowhere else. She said he lived on top of the dragon. And she also said he was an enemy to the "green things" (the Codes).

Leo tries to explain her friends to a very confused Foolish.

"My friends are good pa, they only kill bad people"

"My friends want you to take care of me so they don't see more eggs die"

"You don't see them, but they are always here"

These words were the one who stuck out to me because it's... strange. How favored Leo is. Like, why her? What did she do to gain favor of the Feds? Are Cucurucho and Dark on the same side? Or are they on the opposite sides who got attached to the same kid? If Dark is an enemy to the Code, then is he a friend to the Federation? What if he isn't? And what of the capybara painting? Was the concept of the capybaras solidified that early on to the server?

And why does Leo know so much? How did she befriend such powerful entities?

Was Dark really the one behind the black signs? Was the "LAST WARNING" sign in Vegetta's tower after the code attack a warning to Foolish if he ever fails to protect Leo? Was the "Don't look down" sign a payback for almost failing? Was the "Always watching" sign a reminder that he's always there?

I have so many questions and no answers kfvekehm what I'm saying is, they have to bring back Horror Child Leo because this shit is AWESOME. I mean, she's been bringing it back from time to time, but Dark hasn't been touched on since this day which is honestly super upsetting, I hope they don't scrap the concept...

(Screenshots reblogged)

#qsmp #timb talks #rambles #qsmp leonarda #qsmp cucurucho

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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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Ok ok I’m back for some more Genya content!😼 ((bcuz ima simp-)) how about a Fluffy jealous Genya x Fem!Reader?

Just him being pouty and clingy maybe even shoving his face on her chest mumbling words and holding her close and Reader is just giggling at his childish behavior and trying to comfort him? ((Pretty Please with a cherry on top!🍒🙏))

a/n: HOW COULD I EVER SAY NO WHEN IT HAS A CHERRY ON TOP, genya is just <333333 ilovehimsomuch gosh, i just CANT get enough of him.

i listened to Teenage Dream by Katy Perry when writing this, it made me feel so in love while writing .

Love Sick.

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

. it wasn't often Genya got jealous, and although some deem it surprising when told, Genya finds it hard to get jealous when your constantly smothering him with reassurances. It's so unfamiliar to the point where when he DOES get jealous, he doesn't know it, and it makes him feel physically sick. it's just so rare for him.

you hummed a tune as you sat down next to genya on the engawa of the butterfly estate, the gentle light of the moon lighting the area. you had cradled two cups of teas in one hand while your other hand held some kind of ointment. you kissed genyas shoulder and he quickly helped you with the items, placing down the teas while turning his head in confusion at the ointment. you smiled, "thank you!" as you gently scooped a generous amount of ointment in your fingers. you inhaled a bit before you used your free hand to pick at the buttons on his shirt. You said your chest felt heavy earlier right? I figured since it wasn't anything physical, it could just be some built up stress, Shinobu said aroma helps. genya thinks back to earlier in the day. he hadn't known it yet, but after seeing how comfortable and excited you were to train with one of the strongest slayers, jealousy had wrapped its arms around him, effectively creating a heavy weight on his chest. he spent the whole day with an uncomfortable gut and heart. "Oh, okay" he said, his eyes wide a little. you giggled at his expression, his face painted with childlike innocence. he didn't understand how the smell of something could help him, but he went along with it anyway. simply because it was you, and you were never wrong. once his shirt was unbuttoned, you warmed the ointment up before rubbing it in slow circles in his chest, the smell overwhelming him and coaxing him to relax as he felt your hands work their magic. he sighed in content as you did so, and he closed his eyes. you stared fondly at him before continuing your ministrations, feeling intense gratitude that the ointment worked. until now, you had tried every medicine and he had still felt uncomfortable. once the ointment had begun to dry, you were about to pick more up before he gently wrapped his hand around your wrist. "hm?" you said, he smiled at you, "im okay now, thankyou." you smiled back and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. he gently rubbed up and down your back before getting back to talking and drinking tea. it was the only part of the day he had you all to himself, unable to make the connection that he was jealous and simply needed some of your attention to ease the uncomfortable feeling he had.

. on the contrary, when he's aware that he's jealous and what it is that's bothering him, he seeks you out himself rather than letting the physical aspect of it brew. When it came to you, he let all his walls come down. it was easy since you just, got him. not once did he need to explain himself.

you were helping a newer slayer out with training, Genyas eyes staring fondly at you the entire time from afar. He's in a daze, and the purple hue in the sky makes you look even dreamier, he swears he can see the gods smile down at you when the gold rays from the sun hit your eyes in just the perfect time as you performed your breathing form. the slayer you were training was a known heartthrob in the corps, it was obvious he was smitten with you, and it would have bothered genya had he not been so focused on your form. He was taken out of his trance when Tanjiro had politely greeted Genya. "Good evening Genya," jumping from the suddenness, he turned to look at Tanjiro, a small amount of embarrassment flooding into his chest. "Hey." he gruffed out, a little bothered by the intrusion. tanjiro began to speak about something Genya could barely comprehend, his focus still slightly on you. It was only after Tanjiro had mentioned the slayer you were training at the moment that he really payed attention to him. "He was talking about asking for her hand, but there isn't any way he's unaware of yours and hers relationship." Tanjiro puts a finger on his chin, showing that he was thinking, and hummed as he looked to the side. "yeah, i don't think he's unaware, but, i just wanted to let you know what I heard." he turned back to genya and smiled at him, genya scoffed and looked to the side for a moment, "thank you." tanjiro smiled bigger, "Ofcourse, you're my friend after all!" Genya paused and inhaled, "yeah.." , he forgot they were friends now. Although genya had been perfectly fine not even a second ago, he was now hyper aware of everything the slayer did. he noticed slight touches he hadn't before, and the way he looked at you. as jealousy pricked it's needles into his skin, the final one in the coffin was when the slayer had put his hands on you. he had treated you like a mannequin to show you how he thought your form was supposed to be. he realized you weren't as tough on the slayer as you were with others when training them, and insecurity's began to get at him. genya felt a vein snap and his stomach began to hurt. he groaned and rapidly made his way to leave. you had noticed that the sun began to set, and as you turned to look at the slayer to let him know training was over, he had placed his blade down and grabbed your hands. you gasped, and looked at his face. "what are you doing, Kakuchi?" you questioned, he nervously laughed and stuttered a bit, "i just, wanted to tell you something.." you immediately knew what he was going to say and you began to pull your hands out of his grasp, but as you did so his grip only got tighter. you looked back to ask Genya for help, but his spot was empty. Your brows furrowed, 'shit.' you thought. he was spewing nonsense as you groaned and jerked your hand off, "Kakuchi, that is inappropriate." his eyes widened, "what?" you look at him, your gaze fierce. "my job is to train you, and now it's starting to seem that you aren't taking any of it seriously. i am not here to entertain your fantasies, i hope you understand that you are wasting my valuable time in doing this." you grabbed his blade and placed it in his hands, "practice forms one through seven, you aren't doing any of them correctly." you huff and walk away, "i will speak to the master to set you up with another teacher, since you aren't making any progress with me." you sweetly smile, it makes him feel sick, "you're aware that i'm already in the hands of someone else right?" he looks down in shame at his blade and you make your way to look for genya.

As you turn the corner you see him walking, muttering something under his breath. he needed to cool down before he went to you, so he decided to wait at the garden you both always meet at. you hastily made your way to genya and gently touched his arm, he went stiff before his gaze made its way across your features. he eased into your touch and exhaled, 'it's not her fault', he thinks. you put your forehead on his arm, and groan into it, snapping him out of his thoughts. "what happened?" he says, the ghost of a frown making its way onto his lips. "i've been wasting all of my evenings this entire month." you say, and he snickers, "yeah? what'd it take to realize it." he says. his tone is snarky, and had you not known any better, you would have pinched him for the attitude. "this entire training thing," you scoffed. "a waste of my time and energy." you shook your head in frustration. your hands began to move as you explained and walked to the garden. "see, i had a feeling he was purposely trying for it to be me to train him, but, how could i go off of just a feeling? i can't tell the master i can't train him just cause," you crack your neck before smiling, "but NOW i have an excuse to get him off my case, thank the gods.." he stops before furrowing his brows, and you're quick to explain before he questions it. "he waited until the sun set to tell me that he thinks i'm so beautiful and blah blah," you huff and roll your eyes at the memory, "he was asking me to be his girlfriend." he frowns and his face forms into an angry expression. he clicks his tongue and looks at you for a bit before speaking, "what did you say?" you snort, "i shut that shit down," he exhaled in relief and you laughed, "did you think i'd do otherwise?" he groaned and rested his forehead on your shoulder, biting it as he inhaled your sweet scent. he quickly recognized it as being the perfume he had bought you on one of his missions and pinched the spot he bit as you giggled, a muffled 'quit it' slipping from his lips. you knew how he was feeling, you knew he left because he was jealous, he would always wait for your session to end before walking to the garden with you, it was an everyday thing, it would be unusual for him to leave you behind. you finally stopped giggling and kissed his head as you began to play with his hair with both of your hands. he gently snaked his arms around your waist, pushing you farther into him. "you were jealous, weren't you~" you cooed, and he pushed you off, still holding your waist. "no." he said. you laughed, "oh okay!" you say, grabbing his face his your hands, gently kissing his forehead and placing his head to rest on your chest. he gently snuggled himself deeper into your skin, trying to mold himself with you although impossible and sighed in content. he felt the vibration from your voice on him as you spoke, "it's okay to be jealous genya, it's normal to feel that way you know? you don't have to hide it." he was debating on pushing himself off your chest, but he knew you'd just drag him back into you. instead he opted for snuggling deeper into your chest and nipping at the skin he could sink his teeth into. "not jealous." he said. you nodded, "hm, sure." you lead his head to yours to give him a kiss on the lips, and he smiled mid way through it. once you felt it was enough, you kissed his cheek and held him tighter. "you're my everything genya, just know that." he closed his eyes and indulged in your words, deciding it's best to just keep quiet. "i hope we get married one day, after all this." he opens his eyes at that, furrowing his brows, he's thankful you can't see him. he kisses your pulse on your neck, and grabs your left hand to kiss your ring finger. "ill marry you. make you the happiest wife. tomorrow if you want me to, and if that's too soon, then the day after that and so on.." he widened his eyes, not thinking he would ever say the thoughts out loud. you held him tighter at that, "keep your word, shinazugawa."

funfact! when sanemi first caught wind of the news of genyas wedding day, he was ashamed and hurt that he had pushed genya way to the point of not being able to share the excitement with him, that was until you had came to all the hashira at the end of their pillar meeting. you had held out 8 invitations in your hands and you smiled sweetly at them all, explaining you had "saved the best for last" sanemi had been the first of the hashira to say grab an invitation yes, rengoku being a close second.

when all the hashira went their separate ways, you held sanemi back, "thank you for deciding to come. he doesn't know your coming, i want it to be a surprise." he gives you a small nod and smile, his rough nature making it difficult to speak kindly to you, his future sister in law. "genya was thinking of making it an open wedding, he felt you wouldn't come otherwise or say no if he invited you directly, but he really wanted to keep the wedding private and only for those special to us." he nods, wincing internally that genya was willing to be uncomfortable at his own wedding just to catch a glimpse of samemi. "oh! you're invited to the after party too, this will be much smaller than the wedding itself, but it would be nice to see you there as well." you smile and wave goodbye, taking your leave.

sanemi and genya had spent the entire after party speaking to eachother, intently listening to how you and him had met. he had missed his little brother after all.

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agentlizardofowca · 3 months

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An offer (You can refuse)

New fanfic, now up on Ao3!!

Happy Prophecy day! To celebrate I finally posted a little fic I wrote last year, based on this art by @alex-travaganza It's a bit short, but I like it a lot. I hope you like it too! Read it here:

premise: Major Monogram orders Perry to propose to Doofenshmirtz. When he does, things don't go exactly as planned.

4k words

ok, love you, bye 💖

#phineas and ferb #perry the platypus #heinz doofenshmirtz #pnf fanart #perryshmirtz #perryshmirtz profecy #my writing

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knockknockknockingonhootysdoor · 1 year

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ok so i've had these saved for a bit but here's just a big doodle dump. its got everything! noceda siblings! raeda!! (part of which i censored bc i got too embarrassed!!) darius!! more raeda and darius! but with added complicated relationships with perry and alador! and of course some amity and gus friendship <3 they listen to kpop together and dance!! IDs and captions are in the ALT Text, as well as the captions in the readmore below!

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Hunter: Okay! One of you had strawberry and dragonfruit. They did not have dragons in stock. Luz and Vee: Thanks Hunter! Hunter: Now hold on! I gotta take taxes out! NOOOOOOO! Sluuuuuuurp! Luz: YOU'RE THE WORST!!! Vee: MUTINY!! Hunter: Done! :)

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Darius: Are you sure it's safe for me to keep an eye on him? Lilith: Oh yes, Hootsifer is very safe. Plus he promised to behave. Just make sure you feed him on time. Hooty: I AM A BIRD OF MY WORD.

Hooty: YOU ARE SOOOOO HANDSOME! I HOPE YOU KNOW YOUR HEART IS HANDSOME TOO ♥ Darius: Thank you?

Hooty: Y'KNOW IM JUST GLAD RAINE AND EDA ARE GETTING ALONG. Darius: It is weird to see them fight. They were glued at the hips as kids.

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Luz: PLAY WONDERWALL!! King: YEAH PLAY WONDERWALL!!

(Pointing at King) His ass does not know what Wonderwall is

Camila: C'mon Eda, this laundry won't fold itself. Eda: They're so good with the kids. <3 <3 <3 <3

Darius: The only reason I have not put you two under 30 metric tons of Abomination Goo is for our children's sake. Until we find our kids, do not utter a word to me. Perry and Alador: Oh no he's still hot...

Eda: For real?? Darius?? You know he's gone on Blight, right? Perry: Don't remind me.

Darius: I thought you were my friends! How could you do this?!

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Amity: WHAT DID YOU TWO DO?!?! Gus and Hunter: NOTHING!!!

Amity: So.... is that one Jeff the Killer? Hmmmm (Pointing to Gus) Drawing MSPaint art with a mouse

[They are listening to Sticker by NCT127]

Amity: (Thinking) For Johnny... (aloud) SO GOOD! Gus: (Thinking) For Mark Lee... (aloud) LOVE THIS SINGLE

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mvltisstuff · 10 months

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solitude - e.b

summary: the only people who hear hen and chimney out about jonah are y/n and buck, but little do they know the hell it’ll rain down on them.

evan buckley x reader

a/n: ok but like imagine all four of them working tgt bc this storyline was actually rly good… this is literally just buck, y/n, hen and chim acting like the mystery gang for a day!! 3.4k wc 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

“claudette and perry both had no other symptoms before full cardiac arrest,” hen starts, scanning over the patient charts left by the new paramedic. “he’s administered nebulized albuteral during transport.”

“hen, look,” chimney points to the computer screen. “he’s been at four different locations, chicago, miami, dallas, and denver. now he’s hitting up LA.”

the station sirens buzz in their ears, alerting that they could be discovered any second. hen shoves the files into her jacket as chimney logs out, and they shuffle out quickly attempting to go unnoticed. hen looked for any details in the files that she could, trying to confide in karen.

clearly, there was a pattern of extreme suspicious in jonah’s patient files. these patients had no reason to be going into arrest when they were not showing previous symptoms. hen was the best paramedic there, in medical school. she just hoped that everyone would see the obvious wrongdoings. it was painfully evident that he was a dangerous person to be placed in the system.

hen and chimney banged repeatedly on buck and y/n’s apartment, knowing that they’d be the ones to believe them. y/n’s taken note of jonah’s behaviors, but she tried not to think anything of them, just as magical saves.

“hi?” buck says, answering the door. “are you two ok?”

“we need to talk to you and y/n,” hen tells him, inviting chimney and herself in. both y/n and buck hadn’t expected visitors, so they were clearly not dressed in presentable clothing.

“hey, hen, chim,” y/n comes down the stairs. “what’s going on?”

“you two need to look at these,” hen slaps the folders down onto their kitchen counter. buck takes one as y/n reads the other.

“what’s wrong with them? aren’t these just patient files?”

“and why are they all jonahs?”

“buck, you saw claudette before she died.”

“y-yeah, i did. she was fine, though. there was probably something underlying the inhalation,” buck grows more confused at the paperwork and the accusations from his friends.

“look,” chim points. “he’s administering drugs that have nothing to do with patient conditions.”

“meaning… he had no reason to push any meds at all,” buck speaks slowly, starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“protocol dictates that the only treatment used in that situation is respiratory, and we looked at claudette’s autopsy report. there were incredibly high amounts of potassium in her system that would’ve been present in the tests we did on scene,” hen informs the group in front of her.

“so is he some murderer paramedic?” y/n asks, looking up from the file. “i believe you, but how do we even get this to question? do we bring it to bobby?”

“i don’t know where we go from here,” hen starts. “but he needs to be out of the LAFD before he purposely kills someone else.”

buck, y/n, henrietta, and chimney had all piled over to athena’s house. they presented the activity of greenway to bobby, explaining that he has documented his cynical moves.

“i’m not approving any of your suspicions, but we have to be careful with these accusations against him getting out,” bobby tells his workers.

“listen, cap,” chim says. “he’s got a history of this. we can’t confirm what was in that syringe, but it sent claudette collins into cardiac arrest.”

“he’s been bouncing around to different cities the last few years, way too many to be looked passed.”

“so he’s just killing people for mercy?” athena asks, holding bobby’s hand and intently reading over the patient files.

“it’s way more complicated than that. when jonah was a kid, he played the hero. he’s reliving that by trying to play god and bring them back,” y/n adds, standing beside her boyfriend. buck doesn’t want to overthink this, but he’s so conflicted about the whole situation. he knows bringing up something like this is incredibly risky when dealing with a person like jonah. if things were to go awry, then he’d feel like it was his fault for not believing it.

“we tried getting news footage, but it’d be more suspicious that way,” buck tells bobby.

the group was sent away to leave bobby and athena to their own investigation, letting them work this out on their own. in the driveway, they stood by the two cars they used to come here.

“come back to my house,” hen suggests. “we can look some stuff up there on jonah and pick out any details we can get.”

“i can grab my laptop that has the proper software on it. it’s back at my place, though, i’d have to grab it,” chim states.

“ok, guys,” buck begins. “don’t you think we might just have to leave this alone? there’s only so much we can do with this.”

“who else can deal with this, though? we have the resources and the upper hand with this, buck,” hen replies back at his worries.

“look, buck,” y/n places a reassuring hand on his arm. “i’ll go with chim to get his computer, and then we’ll be over. just try and hear her out some more because this is something way deeper than what we might think.”

buck agrees, allowing himself to listen to hens convincing. she rants on about more details, slowly but surely opening up his mind to the possibility. as she portrays her concerns to him passionately, her sentence is brought to a halt when her phone rings through her car’s speaker. the unknown number is thoughtless to henrietta as she presses the green button. “hello?”

“i heard you’ve been asking people about me,” the cold, dark voice echos through the car, causing buck and her to tense up.

“jonah?” buck whispers, to not let him hear.

“got the weirdest call, something about an investigation about that dispatcher. did you four file a complaint against me?”

“jonah, i don’t know what you think is going on, but-“

“i think that you never gave me a chance. to show you what i’m capable of,” he speaks eerily into the phone, making bucks eyes widen. “so i’m gonna do that now. i’m going to show you, henrietta and evan.”

the phone beeps, signaling the hang up from the other end. “what was that?” buck panics. “hen, what is he showing us?”

“he said us four, right? he’s gonna show us four?”

“so are we next?”

“next? who’s first?”

buck heart drops to the floor, frantically reaching for his phone and dialing y/n’s number. his shaky hands slowed it down, but the prolonged ringing was painful to hear. if jonah was going to show them what he can do, he’s going to go for that group first. as evil of a man as he is, he’s amazingly smart. he’s not going to begin with buck and hen, he’s starting with y/n and chimney before going down the line. the sweet sound of y/n’s voicemail goes into bucks ears, his heart thumping against his chest. “hen, go to chimneys apartment. now!” he yells, and she presses on the gas, redirecting the two of them in his direction.

buck called y/n repeatedly, completely petrified of losing the one person he’s loved more than anything. he would be so defeated if she was hurt because of his disbelief. he called chimney, maddie, karen, and anyone who might be able to reach them. unfortunately, no one had good answers for them.

he sprinted up the stairs of the building, hen rushing behind him. the door was unlocked, and the room had an unfamiliar feel to it. the orange lighting and silence was strange to the two, searching for her best friend and his girlfriend. “chim?” hen shouts out. she gives buck an unsure look, one containing an expression of fear and confusing all mixed into one.

before buck can even turn, the thick footsteps behind him rush up. he looks at hen, ready to pounce and run out, but the man is too quick on his feet. buck is injected with a needle right where his shoulder and neck meet, twinning with hens own needle in her skin. the syringes are pushed down, forcing an unnecessary liquid into their bodies.

they recognize the feeling all too well. the fading of their hearing turning into ringing. the scene in front of them disintegrating into black dots. their bodies became heavier and heavier, before turning light again as they thumped to the ground below.

the two awoke at the same time, feeling like they were suffering with sleep paralysis. their arms were restrained behind their back and their eyes were dry and tired. their ankles were connected to the legs of the chairs, but the sight in front of them was worse than any demon that could haunt them.

jonah towered over chimney on the table, pushing more probable toxic fluids into his veins. hens heart was beating obnoxiously fast, but she couldn’t tell if it was from the drugs or from the scene that was unfolding. chimney lay shirtless and almost lifeless on the table with alarmingly slow beeping coming from the portable machine.

y/n was laying across from him in the opposite direction, the two being smushed together. she had matching IV’s in her arm and patches on her chest, the only remaining article was her bra. buck could swear he was screaming, but nothing was coming out. his face was still, but his eyes were full of tears and panic at seeing y/n unconscious. everything was completely out of his control. he glanced over at hen, complete terror in her eyes while trying to calm jonah.

the room they were placed in was unfamiliar, almost completely darkened beside the light above his two victims. or in jonah’s mind, his patients. jonah craved validation from people around him, but also from himself. he remains hungry for the feeling he had the day he saved his bus driver. he was a hero, and he had to make sure everyone knew it.

as soon as the flatline ricocheted in the room, jonah scooped up the paddles and shocked the two until the beeping commenced again. “look who decided to join us,” jonah teases. “i was too generous with the propofol, you two were out longer than i expected!”

“why are you doing this, jonah?” hen begs to know the answer. bucks dying just to give him a piece of his mind, but hen has regained more of her strength.

“you know, you can get anything on the internet these days, like medical equipment, drugs. the real answer is that you gave me no choice, henrietta. snooping around and checking up on me when we are supposed to be on the same team.”

“we are not, on the same team,” hen mumbles. “we don’t put our patients in danger.”

jonah moves over to y/n. “one sec,” he says while pushing another dose of adenosine.

“no,” buck manages to push out.

“jonah, please, you’re stopping her heart,” hen cries out.

“don’t worry, nothing a little epinephrine can’t fix, right?” he nodes with a ring of excitement in his voice. an maniacal, twisted voice. as soon as his hands move to the paddles next to him, buck frantically shuffles in his chair. he places them to her chest, her body flailing up before restoring a normal heart rhythm. “woo!” jonah screams. “nothing like it, huh? the rush of watching someone walk right up the deaths door and snatching them right back. it’s like being god.”

“we are not god,” buck replies to him, regaining some of his fight. “i swear to god, let them go right now-“

“alright, alright,” jonah says. he grabs the needles and bottles while pouring the drug into it. he injects it into both y/n and chimneys skin.

“jonah, please don’t do this, jonah!” hen yells.

“oh, my bad, i thought you wanted me to let them go…” he tells them, slyly.

“you son of a bitch, you lay another hand on her an-“

“and you’ll what? you can’t do anything, buckley,” jonah steps closer to the restrained people. “you both need a partner like me. someone more your speed.”

hens eyes land on the movement on one of the tables. chimney twitches and his eyes are squinting from weakness in his brain. he’s playing around with the machine while getting a good grip on one of the electric shock paddles. “you are not my speed. you’re sloppy, and even if i wanted to commit these heinous crimes, you think i’d let myself get caught?” hen starts to mock the man in front of her while trying to distract him to give chimney time. bucks eyes have never separated from y/n, his soft gaze was planted on her aching body, lacking life in all forms.

“you might’ve been a hero once, jonah,” buck begins to play along with the distraction act, knowing they can’t take anymore of the brunt of it than y/n and chimney have. “but now, well you’re nothing but a fucking murderer,” buck hisses out at him. as jonah begins to move over, hen gives chimney a convincing look as he presses a button on the vital machine.

“no, i’m not,” jonah laughs sarcastically.

“then why is chimney not breathing?” buck spits at him as jonah whips around, looking at the flatlining man on the table. he runs around, and chimney silently hypes himself up to act. it’s now or never, it’s live or die, and it’s jonah’s turn to taste his own medicine.

chimney shoves the paddle into jonah, causing him to shiver and collapse on the floor in front of him. “chim!” hen gasps. “oh, my god. are you ok?” chimney grunts his way over and off the table, stumbling to the ground while he crawls over to hen. he starts pulling at the ropes around her feet, letting them go as she is able to maneuver her hands out of the ropes. she wobbles over to buck, who is then released and limps over to his girlfriend.

“y/n? hey, baby, c’mon wake up,” he shakes her in a desperate attempt to bring her senses back and wake her from this nightmare. when he eyes finally begin to slowly open, he releases a heavy breath.

“buck, please tell me she’s ok!” hen says, comforting chimneys panting self.

“she’ll be ok,” he leans down, pressing his lips to her forehead.

“b-buck,”

“hey, hey, it’s ok, we’re all ok.”

the red and blue lights are hard to miss behind them, reflecting in the windows and onto the walls. they hear the ruckus of the officers clattering their way into the room, placing chimney and y/n on a stretcher as buck and hen follow out. jonah is summoned away to the new reality of the back of a police car. buck finally sees another familiar face, running over to bobby as he pulls him into a strong hug. bobby’s anger is fueling in his system, not being able to control himself before his fist is connected with jonah’s face.

“hey, cap,” chimney says, clearly on some new type of drug that will actually help him. “nice punch.”

“i am so sorry, you guys. im just so happy you’re ok,” bobby rants out in pure relief at his team. hen climbed into chimneys ambulance, as buck stood in complete denial about the situation. “hey, buck.”

“she died, bobby,” buck says, glaring into the distance. “her heart stopped and now she’s pumped up with all this stuff and i couldn’t save her and he almost murdered her-“

“listen, kid,” bobby grabs bucks shoulders, trying to ground him. “she’s ok, what she needs now is you next to her. we got him, he’s going away for the rest of his life. now go get checked out, please.”

buck releases yet another exhale as a matching teardrop falls down his cheek. buck walks off, grabbing onto y/n’s hand as she’s lifted into her own ambulance. he still looks at his girlfriend in complete disbelief that she’s alive, and that he is too.

the hospital air was dry and they knew it like a best friend. the smell, the feeling, the white lights that make you think you’ve died when you wake up. they’ve walked in and out of so many hospitals, almost having no fear that they’ll never come out. until buck sees y/n in the bed is the first time he’s completely shaking in the one next to her.

“c’mon, doc,” chimney complains. “i’m fine, i don’t need to stay here.”

“it’s good that you feel good, but it’s just overnight. we want to keep an eye on you and y/n to make sure nothing changes in your blood levels,” the doctor explains.

“it’s ok, chim. just listen to her because she’s right,” hen reassures him before starting her own complaint session.

“i’m glad you feel that way, because we’re keeping you too for further tests. you as well, evan. it’s to make sure he didn’t put anything else into you guys,” hen groans and looks at her three friends.

“we’re in for a hell of a night, y’all.”

chimney and y/n were placed in one room together, needing the same type of observation as hen and buck were having a slumber party in the other. they were watching whatever crappy reality shows they could find until their boredom got the best of them. hen and buck snuck out in their twinning gowns and IV lines and made their way to the room holding their favorite people inside. when they walked in, they said, “guys, we’re breaking out of this joint.”

“and how exactly do you plan to execute that?” chimney asks, slurping on an almost empty juice box. buck moves over to sit on y/n’s bed, caressing her hand as she smiles at him.

“you two almost did die,” hen says. “you know, i never really liked him.”

“not much of a fan myself,” chimney replies in his always lighthearted spirit.

“well some people thought i was crazy, but you guys were ready to go to battle with me. with no proof, you listened and were on board from the start.”

“um, i definitely was not on board from the start,” buck interjects.

“well look at us now buck! we’re stuck together for life,” hen smiles.

“hens always right, that’s the thing between us. she’s the genius and we were the comic relief,” chimney adds.

“you guys are way more than that. chim, you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. y/n and buck, i can’t imagine my life without you two. you’re like denny’s siblings at this point and i’m one hundred percent bringing this up at your wedding.”

“well, you know what they say about parents at weddings,” y/n hints. “they always pay for it.”

“ooh! got her there,” buck laughs and looks at hen. “you know i love you guys, you’re my family.” he lifts y/n’s hand up, landing a kiss on her knuckles.

“if we weren’t in a hospital room right now, i’d say that was quite romantic, buck. i’m proud of you,” chimney pokes fun at the couple on the other side of him before looking back at hen. “we did a great job raising them, don’t you think?”

“i’m just really happy you’re ok. i cant do this without you, y/n. you’re my whole life,” buck speaks softly to his girl, looking deep into her loving eyes.

“you’ll never have to do anything without me,” y/n says. “you’re stuck with me, love.”

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devilsrecreation · 7 days

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Thoughts on the 5th and 6th episodes

I kinda like having to learn more about Tylor’s family. Grandma Tuskmon is the best

Love the 40’s-59’s film noir subplot with Duncan. Did not know he was into GILFS 😭

JENNIFER COOLIDGE MY BELOVED GIRLIE’S ROLE WAS PERFECT

Fritz is an angel here, raising the prices and saying everything has a history just aaaaa

WE FINALLY GOT OK CAMEOS AS SCARE CARDS! AND TYLOR HAS A BOBBLEHEAD OF THE PERRYS TOO THIS IS THE BEST. I need to know where they are now

Javier’s been mentioned a couple times as well! I wonder if we’ll see him again

I can kinda relate to Val a little bit. There were a lot of things I wanted to pursue when I was younger until I stuck with one

Not gonna lie, the softball game is lit. Speaking of lit, JOY CAN BREATHE FIRE, APPARENTLY. I like her even more now!

Also Joy is amazing at pitching holy-

LOVE Claire and Cutter’s trash talk. And how Claire gained respect after Cutter insulted her back like what queens

Chet’s mama told him he’s valid jfhfhfhf that’s cute. Also I think he may or may not have daddy issues

Of course the new guy’s name is Skylar. He seems like a himbo (and may or may not be high)

Loralie has her mother’s enthusiasm jfhhfjt. I love the parallel with her yelling about making it a bloodbath

“Batter can’t hit!”

“But that’s mommy.”

“Oh I know 😏”

RESPECT FOR MISS LORALIE

Fritz being an awesome player while being such a cinnamon roll is adorable

Smh at Tylor…that’s all I’m gonna say

F in the chat for George Sanderson’s lack of softball skills

I KNEW DUNCAN WOULD HATE DECLAN I KNEW IT

Pretty sure that coach is dead…..oof

Wait nevermind he was just asleep

Johnny seems like a nice hubby. “Kids, did you see your mom out there?”

Fuck that was intense…

#season 2 is so much better than season 1 damn #just me rambling #monsters at work #monsters at work season 2

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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Bend us, Break us Pt. 3 ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Morticia Addams xFem Dom!Tall!Shapeshifter!Reader

Anon request—(Morticia loves being manhandled during sex and moved by Reader into the position Reader wants her in, Morticia loves being carried upright, legs wrapped around readers waist, arms around readers neck and head tucked into neck, doesn’t care where y’all are will just jump into ur arms and snuggles into you, been that way sinceur time at Nevermore together, Same with Rissa but she loves being carried bridal style and curled up with head tucked into readers neck. What sets Reader off is when she peaks into Rissa's office and sees them masterbating side by side but they don't know Reader saw till she gets home)

Link to Part 1 Part 2 & Part 4

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warning: NSFW, 18+!!, masturbation, voyeurism, voyeurism kink, kink talk, daddy kink, manhandling kink…?, edging, teasing, etc.

Part 3 of a mini series

Enjoy (;

“Well how about we try your way first, hmmm Mon Amour? And if it doesn’t work, we do my way.” Morticia suggested with a grin while batting her eyes at the tall blonde.

“Alright…” she sighed, giving in to her lover.

~~~

The next time you were called into Larissa’s office which yet again was at the crack ass of dawn, you yet again found both women sitting in nervous silence. You plopped down on the chair adjacent to Morticia’s and across from Larissa.

“Fancy seeing you here…” you teased.

But with one look from Larissa, you saw something was the matter.

“What’s the matter?” You immediately asked, concerned.

Morticia raised her brow towards Larissa as if telling her, Your idea, you get to try it…

Larissa took a breath before beginning, “We want you to fuck us, Y/N, please.”

Your eyes shot up with how direct Larissa was being.

“Y/N…?” You tauntingly questioned the blondes choice of word.

Larissa gulped and squirmed in her seat.

“We want you to fuck us, Daddy…” she breathed out.

You hummed in satisfaction.

“And what else do you want me to do to you…? Do enlighten me some more of your dirty little fantasies…” you purred, glancing to both Larissa and Morticia.

Both Larissa and Morticia gulped.

If they were gonna be straight forward, you could to.

Morticia wore a shocked expression that could only be read as, Damn ‘Rissa. You were right. At first, neither woman spoke.

“Come on… you are two very capable, able speaking stunning women. You can use your words for Daddy…” you purred, making them both blush at your twisted taunting praising.

For the first time, Larissa and Morticia were speechless… Morticia bit her lip, looked down, and was the one to break the silence,

“Want you to hold me, Daddy…want to straddle your waist…” Morticia whimpered.

You hummed in satisfaction.

“Good girl…” you purred, “What else…?”

“Wanna be held to, Daddy…want you to carry me bridal style…” Larissa whimpered.

Amazing how quickly these two women fell apart…

You hummed in delight.

“Want you to be rough…” Morticia nearly whispered.

This pricked up your senses.

“What was that? Speak up for Daddy, good girl…” you taunted.

Morticia’s breath hitched at the nickname which both her and Larissa had told you made them melt on the spot.

“Manhandle me, Daddy please…” Morticia whimpered.

“Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you, baby…” you said with concern.

“I’m a good girl, I can take it…” Morticia whispered.

You hummed in response.

“Let me think about ok? Don’t want my good girl getting hurt because of me…” you purred.

At that, both women shot their heads up.

Think about it??

So you weren’t fucking them right now?!

At that, you left the office, leaving the two sitting there, stunned.

“I thought it was going so well…” Larissa breathed out, once she’d regained her speech.

She looked at her counterpart who was grinning with a devilish glink in her eye.

“As much as I am disappointed that we’re going to have to wait a while longer, I believe this means that it’s my turn, ‘Rissa…” Morticia purred.

Larissa sighed in defeat, “Yes Tish’… What did you have in mind?”

Morticia had a wicked smirk plastered on her face.

~~~

“I’m sorry, what…?” Larissa uttered after hearing Morticia’s idea.

“It’s simple ‘Rissa. We fuck right here and record it and send it to Y/N. She’ll have to pay attention to us then.” Morticia re-explained.

“No no, I heard you the first time, ‘Tish… It’s just… Do we really want to break her rules…?” Larissa hesitantly whispered.

“We made a Deal, Mon Amour…” Morticia warned.

“Alright, but we’re both submissive…” Larissa gave in.

At that Morticia’s face lit up and she pulled out her phone and began recording, “Mon Amour, why don’t you show Daddy how you touch yourself when Daddy won’t attend to you….” She purred wickedly.

Larissa’s breath hitched but she very quickly caught on, standing up and perching herself on her desk right in front of the camera. She rolled up her dress and teasingly removed her knickers, before running a finger through her soaked folds with a shudder.

“Fuck Daddy…” Larissa moaned out as she began pumping and curling a finger inside her throbbing cunt.

“That’s right Mon Amour… Fuck your making me so wet…” Morticia groaned, who then turned the camera around to show herself skillfully teasing her clit and spewing little moans of pleasure.

Both women continued their administrations, recording it all, but little did they know… you had stayed right outside Larissa’s cracked open door, watching their every single move…

When you had seen enough to cause you to soak through your knickers, you walked off with a ache in between your legs and one determined thought,

Larissa and Morticia were going to pay for that bratty act…

~~~

Part 4 of Reader confronting Larissa and Morticia 😏

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Trailer Drop! Camlann releases in January 2024, subscribe now wherever you get your podcasts.

Transcript available here, or click the Read More below.

[Image Description: A blue-back painted background shows mountains that vaguely look like a figure lying down face up under a starry sky. Orange looping text says the title 'Camlann' and 'Subscribe where you get your podcasts'. White bold text says 'Trailer, Listen Now'. A wave form wobbles as the audio plays, and subtitles appear beneath it in white text.]

Camlann - Teaser Trailer Transcript - 6th November 2023

[Camlann is written and directed by Ella Watts and produced by Amber Devereux at Tin Can Audio, with production management from Ross McFarlane. This transcript was written by Ella Watts.]

A dial tone - it’s a low, warm trilling beep which rings in sets of two, six times, before stopping abruptly.

The voice that follows is feminine and light, with a precise English accent. The character speaks with a sense of formality, and formal warmth - like you might find in a hospital.

RECORDING 1:

Please hold. Your call is very important to us and we will get to it as quickly as we can. The Cataclysm is frightening for everyone. Remember, in times like these we need to stick together more than ever. If you need emergency assistance, please call 999 -

The dial tone returns, ringing three times. The voice that follows is light, masculine, with a Scottish accent.

RECORDING 2:

Your position in the queue is -

The voice that follows is androgynous and light, a different Scottish accent to the one before.

RECORDING 3:

Three-hundred and thirty-three

A long, continuous droning beep as the phone connects, which ends abruptly.

The voice that follows is feminine and Scottish, specifically Glaswegian. She sounds confident, but somewhat rushed - like an emergency phone operator. She is immediately authoritative and polite.

PHONE OPERATOR:

Hello, you’ve reached the Cataclysm Casualties Hotline. Can I take your name and date of birth?

At this point, a very soft static begins to build in the background.

The first voice we hear is androgynous, English and precise.

PERRY:

Peredur Green

The second voice is a low, feminine voice with a Welsh accent.

MORGAN:

Morgan Jones

The third voice speaks with a Chinese accent, and is light and feminine.

GWEN:

Shújūn Liu

The fourth voice is low and masculine, with a broad Scottish accent.

GWAINE:

Gwaine Turner

The fifth voice is light and masculine, with a light Welsh accent.

DAI:

Just call me Dai

The Phone Operator is business-like and professional.

PHONE OPERATOR:

Ok, and who are you calling for today?

The static keeps building softly, getting slowly louder.

Dai sounds frustrated and anxious, and he speaks quickly.

DAI:

My Mum. Siân Thomas? She was in Aberystwyth.

Gwaine speaks firmly and slowly. He falters when he clarifies Kirkwall, revealing his anxiety.

GWAINE:

Matthew and Louise Turner. In Kirkwall on Orkney.

Gwen sounds audibly anxious, speaking with urgency and a slightly higher pitch.

GWEN:

My father, Kai Liu.

Morgan says Ben’s name as if around a lump in her throat - she sounds sad, like she already knows something has happened to him.

MORGAN:

Ben. Ben Jones.

Gwaine sounds comfortably skeptical - as if what he’s referring to cannot possibly be true.

A new drone builds alongside the softly building static - like a swarm of bees or string instruments being played vibrato. It slowly gets louder and louder, a low pitched sense of intensity and dread.

GWAINE:

I saw something on the news about a sea serpent?

Morgan sounds like she’s going to be sick. She’s deadly serious, firm and clearly seriously worried.

MORGAN:

He’s fifteen years old.

Perry is authoritative and comfortable with the bureaucracy, though they still speak with a sense of urgency.

PERRY:

Anna and Sophie Green, in Portsmouth.

When Gwen speaks, there’s a sense of dread in her voice.

GWEN:

What’s happening in Kowloon?

Perry sounds incredulous and confused as they ask their question, full of disbelief.

The droning bee swarm sound gets louder, it’s hard to tell if it’s musical or a sound effect, only that it’s building a sense of dread like a horror film.

PERRY:

Listen, is this real? I’ve been seeing news reports about dragons -

The phone operator sounds guarded and distracted when she answers, clearly avoiding the questions.

PHONE OPERATOR:

Let me look that up for you. Where are you calling from today?

Each of the following answers comes quickly and firmly. Gwen’s stands out.

PERRY:

Bristol

MORGAN:

Bristol

GWAINE:

Bristol

DAI:

Bristol

GWEN:

Leicester

The phone operator sounds sincere and sympathetic in the way that a doctor might when delivering bad news to a patient.

A new sound effect joins the static and drone - background voices or muffled clanging metal, like the echoes you hear in a swimming pool. It sounds strange and surreal, contradicting the sensible pragmatism of the Phone Operator’s delivery.

PHONE OPERATOR:

I’m so sorry, it looks like we haven’t got anyone listed under that name on the database. This means they have’t been listed as a fatality. Call back tomorrow, and if you haven’t heard anything from us or your loved one in three days, try the online form.

Very softly, music fades in - synthetic strings playing a warm, hopeful folk music kind of melody. The strings build.

PHONE OPERATOR:

I know this is scary, but it’s ok. We’re going to get through this…

Everything pauses - the sound effects, the music, and the Phone Operator herself. There’s a beat of silence.

PHONE OPERATOR:

…together.

The music resumes, louder than before, as everything else fades away. The tune builds from strings into a melodic keyboard like-tune on a synthetic instrument that sounds like fairy lights. The music is warm and hopeful.

It dips in volume under the following voiceover - delivered by a light, masculine voice with a Welsh accent, the same actor as Dai. His delivery is confident and formal.

VOICEOVER:

Camlann, a post-apocalyptic audio drama by Ella Watts, inspired by folklore and Arthurian legends. Coming January 2024. Produced by Tin Can Audio.

The music builds - the synthetic keyboard and strings joined by a synth that sounds almost like an organ, building to a gentle, slow crescendo before dipping back down - each instrument falling away until only the strings are left playing the core melody of the tune, more and more quietly until the music fades and the trailer ends.

#camlann #camlann podcast #audio drama #fiction podcast #audio fiction

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captainlondonman · 1 year

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The Making of a Skin

Olly had been flipping thro’ the dating apps recently and most of the guys he had teamed up were boring. Ok for a quick sex session but once he had cum he was ready to get back. Grindr was fine but he felt he was getting nowhere with any real excitement. One of his hook ups had suggested a new App which the guy had said he had looked at but the guys all looked a bit rough and not for him. Olly made sure he got the App name before leaving. The fuck had been lousy so no wonder the bloke was not interested in anything different.

Might as well give it a try. He was feeling a bit horny and in need of something different so he opened the App, subscribed and started flicking through.

Shit the guy was right, there was a lot of leather and rubber with bulky guys, most seemed to smoke cigars and have walrus whiskers. Not for me, Olly said. He was about to flick again when a guy caught his notice. It was just the face but he had a shaved head, clean shaven and looked mean. Nothing about him but he lived nearby. Olly pressed the button and immediately had a response.

‘You up for it?’

‘Yup’ Olly replied

‘You lookin’ for sumthing different?’

‘Yup’

‘OK M8 get yourself around’

The guy sent his address

‘Get round now, got it?’

Olly liked the way the guy sounded demanding. This should be different he thought, rubbing his crotch and feeling his bulge grow.

Olly took only ten minutes to get to the address, a council block of flats in an area he would normally not go to. Thankfully there seemed no one around and anyway he made sure to park his car away. The guy had told him which block and to press 18. Olly did as told and heard a rough voice saying

‘2nd floor you can walk up. Lift off’

Not sure what to expect Olly walked up the two flights and saw that one of the two doors were open.

‘Hullo’, he shouted meekly

‘Come in and shut the door mate’

Standing in the hall was not just a guy with a shaved head but a Skin, in 20 hole black DMs with yellow socks, bleachers, yellow braces and a Black Fred Perry shirt. He had been working out and showed bulging muscles which were covered in tattoos.

‘Never seen a fucking Skin before? You saw my face so you should have it worked out. So now’s you’re here better have lager. I fucking need one and a Marlbro. He went into the kitchen and came back with an open can and handed it to Olly.

‘Come in and sit down’.

‘I don’t usually drink lager’, Olly said

Skin muttered, ‘well that’s about to fucking change.’

‘Sorry what did you say?’

‘Nuthin’

‘Want a fag mate?’

‘No I don’t smoke’

‘Fuck, you soon will’, Skin muttered

‘Well drink up mate. So what’s you wantin’. Looking for some quick sex and then off is that it?’

‘I saw your photo and it looked interesting’

‘Interesting? What the fuck does that mean.’

‘Dunno know just that’

‘Well drink up mate and make the most of yer lager.’

Not sure what to do Olly quickly drank his can. Feeling a bit scared he took in the Skin sitting opposite with his legs apart his booted feet firmly on the floor and he could see a good sized bulge in his bleachers. Scared or not Olly could feel his cock starting to stiffen Suddenly he could feel himself becoming drowsy, his vision becoming blurred and all he wanted to do was sleep.

‘Sooory I’m feeling a bit tired, perhaps I’d better go home’, that was all he said before he slumped back on the chair, letting his empty can drop to the floor.

Olly felt cold, he could not move and something was around his face. He needed time to think. Where was he? As his vision came back he realised that he was stark naked and in a bath, his ankles were roped together and his hands were tied behind his back. Something leather was strapped around his head and in the centre was a leather ball inside his mouth . he could not speak and almost felt like choking. He started to panic.

Suddenly he heard

‘Stop being such a fucking baby and man up.’ The Skin leant over Olly and spat a huge gob between his eyes and then taking his hand rubbed it all over his face taking a lump of spit and forcing his finger around the leather ball gag

The Skin was standing in front of him, legs apart with a can of lager in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

‘Time to get going Boi’

With that he bent over Olly drawing in the smoke and blowing out into his face. Olly wanted to cough but the leather ball prevented him..

‘Fucking inhale dumb boy’

Skin continued blowing the smoke into Olly’s face until Olly had to take in the smell and fumes.

‘That’s it Boi, you soon luv it’

Once he stubbed out the ciggie, he opened the can and with his other hand undid the gag.

‘No fucking noise from you boy’

And with that he grabbed Olly’s hair, pushed his head back and started pouring the lager down his throat.

‘Fuckin swallow Boi.’

Olly gurgled and started to swallow mouthful after mouthful until the can was empty.

‘I need to pee, please’ he murmured

‘Why do you think you’re in the fucking bath. Go on let me see ya piss’.

Without waiting Olly peed himself, his piss running down the bath

‘Tell you what Boi, I need to piss myself as well.’

Skin unbuttoned his bleachers and yanked out his meaty cock.

‘Take this Boi ‘,and with that sprayed a river of piss over Olly

He lit up another ciggie and started over blowing the smoke straight into Olly’s face.

‘Fucking inhale boi. Let me see you cause youll be smoking yerself soon.’

Once he had finished he took the shower hose and washed down Olly and all the piss in cold water.

‘There you are Boi,’ he said putting the gag back in.

‘Every hour I’ll be back and you’ll get a lager and ciggie smoke. Got it?’

Throughout the day Skin came back with another can and rammed the lager down Olly;’s throat. By the end of the day he almost looked forwards to the taste of the lager as well as the way he was forced to swallow. Even when the smoke was blown into his face he found himself inhaling more and more. When the last can was given he asked

‘Can I have my own cigarette please?’

‘Look Boi, forget all this bloody poncy language. It’s a fucking ciggie got I and I want to hear the word Fuck being used all the time got it?’

‘All that fuckin lager sure make you piss yerself judging by that stream Boi. Makes me want to piss.’ Again he undid his buttons and pulled out his cock . This time he grabbed Ollys head and pulled off the gag

‘Time to drink something else Boi.’

Skin leaned over the bath and with his cocked aimed directly into Olly’s mouth. ‘Ive been fucking drinking all day mate so there plenty coming and your takin it all.’

With that he let out a heavy stream of piss into Olly’s mouth who was unable to take all as it started running down his face.

Seeing Skin’s cock right in front of his face and tasting the acid piss started making him happy, and he could feel his cock lengthening.

‘Christ Boi, yer luving this. Look at yer fuckin cock. Not a bad size Boi. That’s what I wanna see. This is just the start. Boi I’ll make a skin man out of you yet.

Skin buttoned himself up and went out coming back with electric clippers, shaving foam and a razor.

‘Time to get rid of all that fuckin hair Boi. No bloke of mine has hair. Yer best shaved. Be a man, a skin man’

With that Skin set to work and within the hour he had flushed all Olly’s hair down the bath and in place was a gleaming scalp.

‘That’s a fucking great head you’ve got now. Makes you look so much better You can stay tied up tonight and we’ll see what tomorrow brings. But you deserve a treat eh’

He undid the gag briefly and poured another can of lager down Oll’s throat and then lit up a cigarette.

‘Time for your first proper one Boi. I’ll hold and you puff. I wanna see you fucking inhale big time got it?’

Olly by now was desperate for his fag and knew instinctively how to inhale. There was no coughing after all the smoke he had taken in during the day. He took in puff after puff emitting cloud of smoke.

‘Well done Boi, yer on yer way.

I’ll see you later OK?’

After an hour Olly heard the front door bell ring and heard Skin exchange a few words with another male voice.

The door opened and in walked The Skin with a replica but the guy had a rubber T shirt on , Fred Perry style. His arms and head were covered in tattoos. Olly could hardly make out all the patterns but he was able to note the St George’s flag, a skull, a clenched fist with centre finger upright, the Nazi emblem and writing that looked vaguely German. He was all muscle, his rubber T shirt tight against his 6 pack but it wasn’t just the T shirt that was tight. His bleachers showed what looked liked a truncheon down one side, thick and semi hard.

‘So this is yer Boi? Not bad. What do you want done?’ he said opening his bag

‘We’ll start light mate. Gie him an Iron Cross on his shoulder, then S-K-I-N across both knuckles and on the back of his neck in big letters F-U-C-K. Let’s get to work.’

Olly suddenly realised what was about to happen and started to struggle in his bondage.

‘Stop fucking moving Boi,’ he growled and then took his hand and slapped Olly hard across the face. ‘Much more of that and I’ll have your whole fucking body covered.’

Again Olly struggled.

‘Take that you fucking wimp,’ again his hand smacked the side of Olly’s face.

Shit it stung. Olly decided it was best to stay quiet.

The Skin undid the ties and hauled Olly out of the bath, taking his hand across Olly’s arse. ‘Any moaning and moving from you Boi and I’ll take my paddle across that bum of yours’

Olly sat on the chair obediently and the Tat man took out his tools and started his work. Olly bit into his gag to stop any moaning. The guy started on his neck and then took his hands and on each one formed SKIn on each. Finally as he started on the shoulder The Tat man was standing in front of him close to his body and he could feel the guys bleachers rubbing against him. Not just his bleachers but he could feel the outline of his cock and as it lightly rubbed against so he could feel it lengthening. It did feel like a truncheon. Olly started to move his arm into towards the dick so the guy knew and clearly he was loving it.

The Skin saw

‘What the fuck is going on with the two of you. Boi that dick of yours is suddenly fucking hard. You enjoying yer tats?’

The Tat man turned round to face The Skin.

‘I think its my fucking dick he likes.’

‘Shit man, you getting turned on doing my Boi. Christ that’s some bit of meat you got there,’ he said starting to rub his own crotch ‘Think its time we had a bit of action and see how Boi performs eh?’

The Skin put his hand out and slid it down the length of the Tat man’s cock then took a hard clench, rubbing his own cock at the same time.

‘Fuck that’s a real dick man. I thought mine was big but shit that’s huge. Time you got that out’

Both skins opened their flies and forced out their cocks, both rock hard and both standing in front of Ollys face. The Skin had a good 8 incher with a gleaming head already showing some precum, but the Tat man must have had 10 inches and thick. Olly could not believe having two dicks belonging to Skins like this right in front of his face

‘He’s my Boi so I’ll go first and then he can take you after his throat’s widened’

The Skin put both hands around Olly’s head and guided him to his cock. As he did so Tat man spat a gob onto his cock and started sliding his hands slowly up and down his shaft.

‘Fucking open wide Boi you’re taking all my cock right down the back of yer fucking throat ‘

Olly choked as The Skins cock was forced into his mouth.

‘Fuckin breathe properly so you can take this. Just remember yer next cock is even bigger’

With his hands around Olly’s head he started ramming his cock deeper and deeper into Olly’s mouth. Olly let more and more spit onto the shaft to make it easier.

‘That’s it Boi you’ve got the hang. Take it’

This is what Olly wanted, skin prick. He didn’t need The Skin to force his head he was doing it because he wanted. Now he wanted the bigger cock in his mouth

‘I’ll fucking come in a minute. You’re bloody great Boi,’ he said taking his dick out ‘let me see you take his dick in yer mouth’

The Tat man moved in. I can see you’re going to love this Boi. Shit you’re a real sucker.

He also put his hands around Olly’s neck and directed his cock but knowing the size was gentle allowing Olly to open his mouth wide enough to take the diameter.

Taking the cock more slowly turned the Tat man on, even more feeling Olly’s throat expand to take it all. OIly wanted every inch of his dick and slurped down the shaft and as the Tat man clenched his arse feeling his cock throbbing so the skin put his hand between his crack and started rubbing his cheeks.

‘Christ that arse of yours is loving the face fuck mate. One day I’d love to give you a real fuck. Shit you’ve a mighty pair of cheeks.’

The Skin was now even more horny and worked up, wanking and watching Tat’s mans cock inch down more and more while rubbing the arse.

‘Fucking great eh. Right Boi time for your first load of cum. Grab your own dick and we’ll all come together right’

Olly already had his hand around his cock. He was ready to explode after two cocks in his mouth.

‘Don’t know about you mate but this Boi has me ready to fill his mouth with my cum.’

‘Fuck I’m ready when you are,’ the Skin said as he was now wanking hard.

‘You ready Boi. Lets go’

With that all three erupted their load of cum. The Skin spurted his load over Boi’s face as the Tat man let rip down the back of Olly’s throat, so much it was oozing out of his mouth and down his chin. Olly exploded his pent up cum all over the floor. It was like a fucking avalanche of cum from all three.

‘Fucking hell man, next time I do a tat I’ll bloody well make sure I rub me dick against the bloke. Not sure they’ll give such a great blowjob. Well done Boi.’.

The Tat man stuffed his cock back down his bleachers allowing some of the left over cum to drip through his bleachers.

‘Might as well let the blokes see what I’ve been doing eh?’

He picked up his tools to go

‘When he’s ready for the next set of tats let me know. I’ll be back like a bloody shot and I’ll want a blowjob before and after I do them.’

After he went out The Skin said

‘Well done Boi, you sure took the full length of his dick. Never thought you’d get that monster down yer throat. Sure made me so fucking horny. Here’s a can for you. You deserve it.’

‘Can I have a cigarette as well.’

‘Can I have a cigarette as well,’ he mimicked. ‘You can have a fucking ciggie when you ask. I wanna hear skin talk from now on or else I’ll bloody well slap you again, got it?’

‘Can I have a fucking ciggie mate?’

‘That’s better and glad you now know ciggies are for us skins.’

Olly drew on his fag savouring every long puff

‘Right next stage Boi, need to get you dressed, get next door I have everything laid out for you.’

Laid out neatly was a MA 1 green jacket, a Fred Perry T shirt white with black stripes at the collar, black braces, bleachers long white socks and black 20 hole DMs with white laces.

‘Time to get yer gear on, you need to look like a fucking skin but first come here. Olly stood in front of the Skin who put a thick metal linked chain around his neck and secured the padlock.

‘Know what that’s for?’

‘Fucking no’

‘It tells everyone you’re mine and only I can unlock you. Looks good on you and better when you have my gear on you. Its my gear so you are definitely mine , all mine.’

Olly could not believe his luck. All this gear was for him to wear and better still it belonged to his master As he lifted up the T shirt, Skin said

‘That’s right smell it first. Yup its me you smell so you’ve my smell against your body.’

Next he put on the bleachers. They were tight but the right size and he could feel his cock start to swell as he forced his dick down one side. He put it down the same side at The Skin as he could see piss marks

‘Thought this would fucking turn you on Boi. Any skin gets off when he’s in full gear’

The Skin picked up the socks and rammed them into Olly’s face.

That’s it, smell these stinking socks,’ as he rubbed them across his mouth. ‘Not washed for months Boi.’

They were rancid but Olly was getting off on them, his cock getting bigger

He put the socks on and then the boots. Instinctively he knew how to lace them, then the braces which he let hang down at the back and finally the bomber jacket.

‘Shit Boi you look fucking great. I made the right choice with you. How do you feel?’

‘Just look at me fuckin big cock. Fucking right, Skin.’

‘That’s me boy. You talk skin now, that’s because you are one. There’s a mirror over there. Take a look.’

Olly could not believe it, gone was that pussy boy. He was looking at a skin, a mean skin and shit that cock of his had never looked bigger stretching down his bleacher leg.

‘I need a fucking ciggie looking at me.’

‘You can have one as we go out. Now’s the final bit’

Take this and follow me.

He handed Olly a baseball bat and pushed him out the door. As they stepped out into the street they both lit up. People started moving aside as they walked up the road several people looking at Olly’s large crotch. He could not keep his erection down. He felt brill.

‘What you’s fucking looking at.’ He shouted at people ‘Never seen a hard skin before.’ As he waved the bat towards them.

The Skin smiled. ‘Yup he’s my Boi.’

They stubbed out their ciggies and turned into a deserted warehouse. The Skin found an unlocked door and shoved it open letting both of them in.

‘Right Boi this is all yours. Do what you want.’

Something triggered in Olly’s head and he knew what he wanted to do. His cock was rammed hard, he knew he looked a tough skin, being so horny had made him feel full of skin aggro.

‘Oi Oi I’m a fucking skin, no one gets in my way or else they’re meat.’ and with that he took the bat and swung it breaking up everything in sight screaming

‘Fuck the lot of them Fuck, Fuck. Life is for us skins, we rule no one gets in a skin s way.’ Glass was smashed, boxes broken as he wielded the bat.

The Skin watched feeling more and more horny watching his Boi.

‘Shit me’s cock ready for that arse of his, Im so fucking ready to unload in him.’ His cock was rigid down his bleachers and he could not keep it contained any longer, lifting its full length out to show a gleaming head with precum.

Olly was loving the damage he was making and his cock was as hard getting off on the aggro and anger. A damp patch was appearing on his bleachers exactly where is cock head was

‘Get the fuck over here Boi, im waiting’

That was a command thought Olly and seeing the Skin’s thick erect dick he knew what was going to happen and he was gagging for it.

He put down the bat and walked over, the Skin grabbing him and putting his right arm firmly around Olly’s Neck

Suddenly Olly felt a zip goung down at his arse.

‘Fuck mate you’ve got a rear zip on me bleachers.’

‘They’re my bleachers and yes how do you think I’m going to fuck you in your gear. Now shove that arse of your out towards me.’

The Skin dropped a large gob of spit onto his dick and rubbed it down the shaft. Need to give a bit of lube so you can take my full length Boi’

With his left hand he guided his cock into Olly’s arse. Olly could feel his crack being opened and his hole being forced to take the prick. As soon as he felt the head he started moving his arse back into Skin to take the length.

‘That it mate, I fucking ready for your dick so start fucking me’

‘Don’t fucking worry Boi I will. Get you own dick out, I wanna see you shoot as my cum goes up yer bum.’

‘Eh you’re a fucking skin now being fucked by another skin and you are all mine Boi. It’s what you want Boi isn’t it.’

‘Fucking right mate, go on ram that dick of yours up me let me have the full length. You’ve got a good one there Mate and I wanna feel all of it. Your gonna fuck me again and again after this. I’ll never get enough of it.’

‘That what I wanna hear Boi.’

The Skin was getting more and more horny hearing his Boi desperate for a shag and moved his cock in and out faster and faster.

The faster he fucked the more Olly was rubbing his own shaft. He wanted to shoot across the space with all his cum while feeling the rush of Skin’s cum up his arse.

‘This is the best fuck I’ve had in ages Boi, you are a real little sub needing my dick’

‘Get on with it I want to feel your spunk in me’

‘Shit it’s coming get ready Boi to spurt your cum’

The two skins were glued together is their full gear, fucking for all their worth.

‘I’m cumming Skin’ shouted

‘Me too’

With that both came, a shit load of spunk up Olly’s arse and another shit load spurting across the floor.

‘Jesus what a bloody fuck that was.’

Thanks mate for making me into a Skin. This is the fucking life.

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