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cyberp-1-nk · 1 year

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[ Taking care of you - Simp Party - P2. ]

Warnings; Smut, a little violence towards the end.

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N; Kellin finally getting some coochie

Word count; 2,239

Anni and Kellin had been relentlessly teasing each other while they had been walking back to the mansion— constant stupid jokes being thrown at each other. Kellin ended up laughing so hard that he reopened one of his wounds— much to Anni's dismay. She had forced him to go up to her room, but he only agreed to follow her on one condition. If he got to carry her up to her room.

“Hey, can you put me down now?” Anni stammered out, suddenly unable to look him in the eyes. Thankfully he obliged and sat down at the bed in her pathetic excuse for a clean room.

“I-uh I’m going to go get some bandages … Do you want any?”

Kellin seemed to ponder on your question before sarcastically snorting out, “Nah, I’d rather bleed out.” An arm is thrown over her shoulder holding her in place startling her out of her trance. A blush quickly erupted onto her face, as she swiftly pushed him off of her—

“F-fine then, bleed out!” Shit, now he knew she was embarrassed.

“C'mon don’t be that way … I know you were checking me out, short-stack.” Anni flushed at his words. Of all the nicknames he had for her, that was the one she hated most.

“OH MY GOD SHUTUP!” Anni shrieked, before storming into the bathroom, to grab the first aid kit. He heard her pounding steps before he saw her. She must be really pissed now.

“Here. Bandage yourself, asshole.” Anni hissed, slamming the gauze onto the table and quickly turning around to check on her own injuries.

“Ow, my feelings.” He snorted, lips quirked up into a self-satisfying grin.

“Suck it up.” She efficiently snapped back. Kellin let out a brazen laugh at her choice of words, setting fire to her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

Her brown-haired enemy sauntered over to her and slung an arm around her neck. He pulled her in close. “Don’t worry Anni. You’re still cute even though you’re so tiny. Especially when you make that angry face of yours,” he cooed in a way he knew would annoy her the most.

Without much protest, she simply gave a huff and pushed the auburn-capped man away, chalking up her lack of response to being too tired from a hard day’s work. She had lost the little teasing battle, and that only gave her good-for-nothing friend delight.

"Idiot…"

He didn’t respond, but she felt him behind her. Anni felt him grip her shoulder, and she could feel the prowess and strength that he had in one hand. Well. Shit. He forced her to turn around by pulling her shoulder forward. When her gaze met him, his eyes were so playful. A slow exhale slipped past her lips, and she shivered slightly with delight; unconsciously shrinking away from him slightly. A smirk covered his features now, and his hand squeezed her shoulder gently. “Help me put on the bandages.” she only obeyed because she hadn’t been thinking straight, if she had been, he would have gotten bandages thrown at him instead of help.

Anni huffed, shaking off the sexual tension growing between the two of them and instead, trying to focus on the deep cut on his chest. “How did this even happen? I JUST patched you up. You're such a dork..” Anni wasn't able to see his expression since she had moved to the sink to grab a clean rag from the desk. But if she had seen it she would have freaked out. He, for the most part, was staring at her ass. In his classic 'easily flustered nature', blush started to arise onto his cheeks as he shook his head slightly. She walks back to him, pushing him onto his back with a little blush on her face. The tension between them started to arise again, and it only got worse when Kellin started to trace his hands along her abdomen.. she could no longer handle it.

Anni's warm lips pressed up against his, making a tremor of indulgence pulse through his body. Anni rested her hand on his cheek and pushed up against him, Kellin leaning back, letting her do her bidding. She swung her leg over him, straddling his waist as she kept her lips locked on his. One hand kept her elevated, her other caressed his chest and her fingernails gently feeling across the white bandages clasped to his skin. He smelled so good. With what lingering joy that was still left in her body, her senses still had some sort of sharpness to them. Scent, touch, taste; it was all so invigorating.

Kellin's hands couldn't help but explore, even though his mind was still mildly against the situation he was in. His hands tingled at the touch of her soft legs, his fingers scaling up to the boundary that were her jagged shorts. Feeling her fingernails scraping down his shirt made his heart hasten; he desperately wanted to feel those nails on his bare skin. He could taste his favorite brand of whiskey on her lips; sudden flashbacks of the one night on the island where he had pulled Anni into a compromising position. He may have been drunk, but he remembered that kiss they had. It was something he was never able to forget.

Anni finally broke the long kiss and leaned up, immediately stripping her shirt off of her upper body. She tossed it to the floor and stared down at him, her brown eyes vivid with anticipation. Kellin's jaw tightened at the look she was giving him; also not being able to tear his eyes from her shirtless composure. The only thing keeping her from being completely shirtless was that strapless bra hugging her bosom. Anni tilted her head at him, seeing the hesitation in his eyes. There was a battle brewing in that head of his.

"What's wrong?" She asked, seeing Kellin struggling not to look at her nakedness. She rolled her eyes, "Think you're taking advantage of me?"

"Just don't want you..." Kellin almost bit his tongue, "Regretting it later." As he spoke those words, he looked down to her thin abdomen, seeing that still-healing scar from the knife that was wedged into her skin.

"I won't regret a thing." Anni said and Kellin's blue eyes met with her stare,

"You say that now." Kellin said sternly and Anni shook her head, leaning over his face as her brown locks dangled off her shoulders,

"I don't regret one thing when it comes to you. What makes you think I'm going to start now?" She whispered to him, her free hand pressing up against hers cheek, "Are you afraid that things will change between us?"

"I don't know." Kellin said, obviously lying about the real reason. Sex always preceded an awkward, regretful situation after the fact with practically every girl he had been with.

Anni got closer to Kellin's face, her lips brushing up against his, "Let me prove it to you..."

Anni pushed her soft lips against his once again, reached up behind her back to let go of the tightness around her chest. Kellin's heart slammed against his sternum when he felt the soft material of her bra drop down onto him. Anni took no time to toss it aside and slumped down, her breasts pressed up against him. Kellin shuddered at the sudden warmth of her body on his, blood rushing through his body with eagerness. He feverishly kissed back, finally letting himself go. 'Just trust her... don't think about it anymore.' he thought to himself. His hands finally traveled her body more, this time, up her tight back and across her smooth hips.

His fingers crossed the light chasm of her healing scar and her felt her lightly flinch at the touch. But she paid it no mind, keeping those intoxicating lips fastened on what she wanted. He felt her tongue traverse his bottom lip, and he couldn't help but return the favor. Anni breathed in sharply when she felt his hand slide up her ribs and his thumb brush up the side of her breast. Underneath her, she could feel the warmth of his waist lighting up with excitement, causing her thrill to intensify. She broke the kiss once again and leaned up, her fingers nimbly picking at the button of her shorts.

She slowly slipped her hand into his drawers and he inhaled sharply when he felt her soft hand grab onto his member. Anni gently pulled it out of his pants, signaling to Kellin exactly what she wanted. Her hand let go and her fingernails lightly raked up his stomach, smiling when she saw the dazed look on Kellin's face. He then lowered his waist and Anni bit on her lip when she felt the warmth of him rub up against her wetness. Her jaw chattered in anticipation, and before she knew it, she had finally gotten what she so desperately wanted. Anni's fingernails dug into Kellin's back as her own arched, her mouth gaped open and her head tilted back. His entirety was finally inside her and the sensation was almost overpowering to both of them. Kellin's jaw was tight with bliss as he slid into her, she felt so slick and perfect all around him. She was tighter than he was expecting her to be; how could a girl as stunning and charming be like this?

He paid it no mind as he began to rock his hips to and fro, sliding back and in, grunting under his breath with each push. He opened his blue eyes and stared at Anni, his mind leaping when he watched her face twist and turn with satisfaction. Anni whimpered and gasped, her fingers wrapping around the back of Kellin's neck and dug her nails into him once again. Kellin's hand slid down her leg as she wrapped it around his back. Anni's stuttered breaths clashed against his face as she pressed her forehead against hers, pushing back against him and he continued to thrust into her. Her fingers tangled into the comforter on the hotel bed below the pair. Anni began to move her hips and clench her muscles, a light smile crossing her lips when she felt Kellin grip onto her leg tightly.

"Harder... please." She managed to breathe out. She didn't have to say anymore for Kellin wanting to obey every word that came from her mouth and every movement that her body made.

His strong hips slammed up against her and a loud whimper rolled out of her throat. He removed his hand from her thigh and wrapped his forearm under the small of her back, pressing her up against him. She twitched each time he swept in and out of her, the inebriating pleasure not only rolling through her, but him as well. Her wet, warm walls were intoxicating and it was hard to keep that animal he had inside kept under control.

Anni's breathing started to become more erratic the harder and faster Kellin pounded. Her fingers trembled on the back of his neck, but as she could feel her body lighting up, her hands smacked onto his back. Her claws scraped along his back, and as they did, they passed ridges of skin that barely registered in her mind. She bit down on her lip and held her breath, trying to stifle the moans that were trying to escape her throat. She only listened; listened to the grunts and staggered breathing from Kellin's mouth, making her thrilled with delight.

In the pit of her stomach, a sensation sparked and slowly crawled up Anni's spine. She knew very well what followed the last few moments of that sensation. Even though she didn't want it to end so abruptly, she welcomed that pleasurable ecstasy that Kellin had finally given to her. Kellin could feel her muscles tightening around him and with his mind set; he worked his hips faster and pushed into her harder. Her hands tremored on his skin and she pressed her forehead against his collar bone, closing her eyes and feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

— . — . —

Varrick's eyes narrowed slightly, as his hand aggressively tightened around the bottle of whiskey he had been drinking. No words could describe how much he wanted to beat Kellin to an absolute pulp from the noises he had been hearing from upstairs— the bottle was on the verge of shattering underneath his intimidating grip. It didn’t help that Zalgo had been messing with his mind lately, and there was a possibility that he had been blaming those emotions on Kellin. "Fuckin' hell…I'll kill that son of a bitch."

"Why are you so pissed? It's not like you're even dating her." Fang questioned out of genuine curiosity, as she raised a brow at Varrick's jealous behavior. Fang saw his eyebrows twitch in annoyance, his nose wrinkling, and mouth twisting into a grimace. "Ohhh— are you jealous because you have a small dick or something?"

A popped vein appeared on his face.

"It's okay, it's actually common for men to hav—" A glass bottle had been thrown straight at her face, shattering on impact as she stumbled onto the ground. A little blood staggered from her nose, and trailed down her face as she looked up at him curiously, "Geez…struck a nerve there, huh? I guess you do—"

"I DON'T HAVE A SMALL DICK."

#simp party #simp party my beloved #anni my beloved #anni and kellin hours #varrick the dick #poor fang

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im-an-anxious-wreck · 8 months

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Hold Out Your Hand And I'll Reach For You Too

Chapter Nine • Janus

Word Count: 1,319

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It was Virgil.

Somehow, after these past several years, he'd found Janus, had he been looking for Janus long? How had he escaped G? How… why—

Janus just blinked at Virgil, trying to take it all in when he belatedly noticed that Remus' brother was with him. "Ah, um. Good afternoon. I— do please come in." It was a bit hard to get his feet to move from where they'd been practically frozen to the carpet, but he managed, moving out of the way and closing the door behind their unexpected guests.

"Who 'wis it, Mr. man the planet stan?" Remus called from upstairs.

"Your brother," Janus replied, still in a bit of shock as he guided The Prince and Virgil to sit down, although he was starting to pull himself together.

Remus predictably came bounding down the stairs. "Stinky cheese man!"

The Prince rolled his eyes in affection. "If anyone would be stinky, it'd be you, but yes, hello, Duke."

Remus giggled as he vaulted over the back of his armchair and sat down. "Ooh, hello? Who are you! Can I have your name?"

"Hello, and no, you may certainly not. But you can call me…"

"Charcuterie board? shark coochie board! Board da ban?" Remus asked, rapidly firing joke nicknames with no time for Virgil to answer. "Bingo bongo? Shits and—"

Janus cut him off. "Tsk, tsk, is this any way to treat our guest? Let him answer."

The Prince and Janus may understand that Remus was just being silly, and also trying to vent his 'meeting a new person' anxiety, but Virgil, who also dealt with new person anxiety, might not take it so well.

"Sorry, oh most farty guest." At a look from Janus, he quickly amended it to: "Uh, I mean, most… party guest… yeah."

"Well, you can call me… um—"

"Um! What a great nickname!! I can't believe I've never used that one before! I—"

"Duke—" The Prince began to no doubt tell him that it came off as mocking but stopped as Virgil began to laugh.

"Yes, because I totally meant for 'Um' to be my nickname, not that I still can't think of a good one."

"Well, good. Because I'm calling you 'Um' for the rest of time! So, I knew it! Um is a brilliant nickname. I'm a genius."

"To be fair this has happened before," Roman said.

Janus raised an eyebrow. "Oh, don't tell."

"Well, considering he told me to call him Chrysanthemum and then was like 'no, wait—', and then he said 'twig' so I'd say that this is almost a habit, or at least close to a pattern."

Remus laughed. "Oh man, I sure wouldn't want to be an author who had to keep typing Chrysanthemum over and over again! Like Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum. That'd be so difficult. How many times do you think a dyslexic author would have to struggle through that?"

"I... Well, that was a very specific example…" The Prince just stared at his brother for a moment before continuing, clearly used to Remus' antics, "Anyway, so," —he glanced from Janus to Virgil a few times— "You two know each other?"

"Yeah," Virgil quietly admitted, and Janus couldn't help but wonder what he must think of him.

How cruel he was, how horrible it'd been of him to just leave like that.

Oh, how he must resent Janus.

"We do. This is, um, this is my friend that I was telling you about, Princey."

The Prince's eyes widened in as much concern as shock. "What! This— but you— your friend was my brother's partner this whole entire time?"

"Whoah," Remus said. "Trippy! Welp, you know what they always say, 'the world's a small dick'."

"I guarantee you they don't."

"Yeah, well… I do sooo…"

"Yes, but you say a lot of things. Ach, wait, we're getting off topic. So, er, weren't there some things you wanted to ask him?"

Virgil took a small sharp breath in and Janus wouldn't have been able to tell if he hadn't already been watching Virgil closely for any reactions.

"Um, yeah, I—, well, yes, I guess so."

"I'm listening," Janus said, quiet, almost too quiet but he knew Virgil had heard him by the way he tried to hide the extra panic Janus' words had brought.

"Right, well, I…"

The Prince seemed to see something there too because he stood and said, "Come on, Duke. Let's go outside, see your garden, and let them… catch up." He looked at Virgil before he left, however. "We'll just be right out the back door right here, okay?" At Virgil's hesitant nod, The Prince continued, "Let me know if you need anything."

After the twins had left, Janus leaned forward in his chair slightly and looked at Virgil, trying to mask his concern with curiosity. "You have questions for me?"

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well… it just, kinda seems like you started to resent me… and you never…" Virgil's eyes cast to his lap as his breath stuttered, he continued though, voice soft, "You never visited me."

Janus paused a moment to collect his thoughts. "There was a clause that I didn't think too much of at the time, but it said that I couldn't come within fifty feet of G's property after my work contract was up… and since he didn't… so with you never leaving except to go to these high society events that I certainly wasn't invited to. I'm so sorry, Virgil. I should've, I should've done more somehow. I—"

"But then why did you just leave without telling me? Wh— what did I do wrong?" Virgil sniffed and wiped under an eye. "I just don't understand what I did wrong."

"No! I— you didn't— oh, Virgil." Janus took a steading breath. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was… young and stupid. I was trying to get you to like me less so it wouldn't hurt as bad when I had to leave. I even tried to get you out in exchange for more work with less benefits… not that they were great to begin with. But I wasn't able to— I just eventually gave up, and that was so wrong, and I'll never forgive myself for that. I just. I know this'll never be enough but I'm so sorry."

Virgil hesitated, seeming to be carefully picking his words. "I... need time, but… I think someday I'll be able to forgive you. It's just— a lot."

"Of course! That's more than I could ever hope for." Janus wanted to jump up and sit on the couch next to Virgil, but he also didn't want to startle or scare him, so Janus said, "I'm going to get you a cup of water."

Virgil was still trying to settle into an even breathing pattern but nodded. "Okay, th— thank you."

While Janus busied himself with getting a glass and filling it at the sink, he considered everything that'd happened. Today had been wild, he'd never expected to get to see Virgil again, let alone talk things out with him —although Janus highly doubted that they were anywhere near done with that—, but nothing about them, how they had met, or their situation they'd found themselves for all those years was normal.

Not being able to help, let alone save Virgil, had weighed guiltily on Janus' mind for far too long, but now that he was free, Janus would make sure that nothing would ever hurt him again. Maybe The Prince had a plan to take down G.

And he knew, even as briefly as he'd seen The Prince and Virgil interact, that by The Prince's loving expressions and the air of soft care that he had around Virgil, that The Prince also wouldn't let G harm Virgil.

He definitely needed to have a chat with The Prince tonight.

It would be dealt with. They would make sure of it.

#sanders sides fics #ts virgil #tss virgil #ts roman #tss roman #ts janus #tss janus #ts remus #tss remus

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clareguilty · 3 years

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Juniper and Pine

read it here on the AO3

A/N: Im so glad Geralt is sterile bc i hate pregnancy but love breeding kinks. I barely know anything about the witcher but I know I wanna suck this man dry like a capri sun.

Geralt of Rivia/Reader Rating: Explicit | smut, breeding, reader has a coochie and hair long enough to braid Word Count: ~2300

You found him at the inn. Shrouded in shadow, tucked away in the back just as always. Two flagons before him, one empty and the other half full. He had likely already eaten his fill.

You sat across from him, ordering your own food and drink. Neither of you spoke.

He watched you. Mostly hidden by your cloak, he watched your hands as you cut your meat and sipped your ale. Caught a glimpse of your eyes when you chanced to meet his gaze.

Tension radiated from him. The set of his shoulders, the clench of his jaw. Icy rain pelted against the nearby window. The wind groaned lowly outside.

A group of men erupted in spontaneous cheers on the other side of the inn, and he turned quickly to glare at them unnoticed before turning back to his intent study of you.

So you studied him right back. Watching him from beneath the hood of your cloak as you ate. The meat wasn’t as warm as you would have liked but it was much appreciated after your many days of travel.

He hadn’t shaved in a few days. And silver scruff was filling in along his jaw. His hair was pulled back away from his face, and you watched the crease in his forehead occasionally deepen as he considered you. He was unarmored, though he still had with him a sword smaller than the greatswords he usually traveled with. His arms were bare, his sleeves pushed up to the elbow, and his dark shirt was half unfastened down the front. He must have been unaffected by the cold winds and rain that had overtaken you on your journey.

Your plate was cleared. Your cup was empty. You handed the barkeep your coins and offered your sweetest smile. Still, they scurried away when he stood, looming behind you. He had pulled his own cloak on, and you could feel the heat of him against your back.

You walked in front, but he was leading you. As you navigated the muddy, moonlit streets, he silently directed you. A heavy wooden door, a cold dark corridor. His footsteps behind you. You stepped into the room and heard the bolt set in place.

You unfastened your cloak, folding it neatly and laying it across the back of a chair.

“You were supposed to arrive at sundown,” he said. You glanced to see him standing before the fire, eyes focused on the flames. They reflected the light like molten gold.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. A storm slowed me down.” It wasn’t a lie. The weather had not been kind the last few days of your journey. You unfastened your belt, leaving it with your cloak, and pulled the plaits from your hair, combing your finger through the strands.

“Did you keep to the river?” he asked.

You hadn’t.

You were glad you were turned away from him so he couldn’t see your face. You know he had asked you to travel along the water, keeping to the valley. He was right that it was safer, but there were reasons for you to travel through the forest. Reasons he disapproved of.

Fingers shaking, you started on the lacing of your surcoat.

He stepped away from the fire, moving to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned back against him, relaxing as he pressed his nose to your hair. His hands took over for yours as he undid the lacing. You trailed your fingers over his arms.

“I smell the spruce of the mountains,” he said.

You froze.

“Juniper.” He inhaled again, breathing in the scent of the forest that you had unwittingly woven into your hair.

He loosened the last of your laces and placed his hands over yours, holding you by your wrists.

“I can smell the North on you.”

Damn witchers. Damn them and their ridiculous senses. You tried to tug away from his hold, but he held you still.

“You disobeyed me,” he said. “And then you lied to me. Your heart hasn’t stopped racing.”

The rapid beat of your heart was only partially because of your dishonesty. He just had that effect on you. Surely he would know that by now.

“Geralt-”

He spun you quickly, backing you against the wall and leaning forward until his gaze was level with yours. His knuckles pressed to your throat, forcing you to lift your chin. “I told you it’s dangerous to travel the mountains alone.”

“I had to go,” you insisted. “It didn’t take me any longer to travel, and I made it back just fine.”

“And you thought I wouldn’t know?” His voice was low, a rumbling growl right beside your ear.

“I thought it would be best to ask forgiveness than permission.” You raised your head, firm in your decision.

“Of course,” Geralt scoffed. “It was foolish of me to even try and stop you.”

“It was,” you agreed. You moved to step forward, to wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest. You had missed him, and you wanted to be close to him. He kept you pinned to the wall.

“I believe you were supposed to be begging for my forgiveness?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Your eyes widened.

“Go on then,” Geralt shoved you to your knees. “Beg.”

Your knees would surely bruise from how hard you hit the floor. You reached forward to brace yourself on his thighs. He was watching you with smug satisfaction, already reaching to remove his belts and unfasten his trousers.

You watched his hands, eager for what was to come. Your lips were already parted, tongue swiping over them unconsciously. Geralt chuckled and pulled his cock free.

You stroked him gently at first, swiping your thumb over the tip and squeezing all the way down to the base. He was so thick your fingers couldn’t meet around him, but you didn’t mind. You loved the way his hips moved as you twisted your wrist. His stomach tensed and he inhaled with a hiss.

He quickly grew bored of just your hand, though. His fingers threaded through your hair before he tugged sharply, pulling you towards his cock. You wrapped your lips around him obediently. Slowly, he pulled you farther down his length. Each movement of your tongue or lips earned you a reaction from him, and you turned your eyes up to watch his expression change.

"You're going to take it all," he said, his voice low and rough.

You moaned, eager to do exactly as he said. He rocked his hips forward at the same time he pulled you in by your hair, and you were silenced as he forced his cock down your throat.

It was rough. Punishing. Exactly what you had earned by disobeying him. You weren't sure that obedience was worthwhile when this is what you got from going against his orders. You loved the scratch of his calloused fingers against your scalp and the low moans that escaped him every time you wrapped your lips around the base of his cock. He was taking his pleasure however he wanted, selfishly fucking your mouth.

And you were dripping down your thighs with arousal. Geralt was so strong and ruthless -- but rarely with you. It was seldom you got to see him this way and you loved it. He must have missed you while you were away.

"You’re an eager little whore aren’t you,” he growled, holding you down on his cock so he could fuck your throat. “Disobedient. Stubborn. Look at you.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears, cheeks hot and flushed as you let him use you.

“I’m close,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut and head tipping back. His pace quickened, and then faltered. You held as still as you could as he finished down your throat.

He pulled away as gently as possible, carding his fingers through your disheveled hair as you gasped and coughed. You nearly collapsed on the stone floor, but he was quick to catch you, taking you into his arms and pulling you to his chest. You let your fingers trail over the skin exposed along his collar. He pressed his lips to your hairline, carrying you to the wide, low bed that occupied the far wall. You pulled him down alongside you before he could get very far.

“I need you,” you whispered, voice raspy. He let slip one of his rare smiles, pointed teeth gleaming in the low light, and you did your best to commit it to memory.

“I can’t believe you took the mountain path in such a short amount of time,” he said, stretching out long on the bed and pulling you to lay against his chest.

“I didn’t want you to know. It only takes four days to travel through the valley.”

“Yes, and it takes six or eight to take the mountains. It’s impressive really.” His fingers absently searched out any bare skin they could reach, tracing idle shapes into your skin. “You’re nothing but trouble.”

“I keep things exciting,” you teased. “But maybe I could put in a little more work to earn your forgiveness.” You let your hand trail over his chest, across his hard stomach and back over the fasten of his trousers.

He raised an eyebrow. You could tell he was interested from the way his cock twitched beneath your palm. Sitting up, you removed the rest of your clothes. Geralt’s eyes never left you. It wasn’t until he caught sight of the glistening mess between your thighs that he moved.

He was on you before you blink, looming over your back as he pressed a hand between your legs. “I could smell that you wanted me, but I didn’t know it was this bad.” He rubbed your pussy with the pads of his fingers. “You’re so needy. Like a bitch in heat.” His voice was right in your ear, warm breath fanning over your skin.

You whined, rocking your hips against his hand. He pulled away just long enough to drag his shirt over his head and fling it away. His teeth latched onto your shoulder lightly as he pushed his trousers off as well. He pressed his cock against your ass, chuckling low as you pushed back to meet him, desperate to be filled.

“Geralt, please,” you moaned.

“Ah, so now you beg.” His voice was light and you wished you could see his smile. He settled his hands on your hips, lining himself up and sinking into you with a slow thrust of his hips. God, he was big. “You want me to breed you? To fill you up? Is that what you think you deserve?”

He was enjoying himself. He wasn’t usually so talkative, and you loved the sound of his voice in your ear as he pounded into you.

“Yes, please,” you nodded. He pressed you into the bed, pinning you beneath him and holding your hips so he could fuck you as hard as he liked. It was a blinding, delirious pleasure that you let yourself fall into, surrounded by Geralt, safe, protected.

He pulled you from your haze by reaching to press two fingers to your clit. You came almost immediately. He didn’t let up as you shook through your orgasm, clenching around his cock and crying out in pleasure.

“That’s it,” he said, never slowing the pace of his hips. “You’re going to come for me again.”

It didn’t seem possible. You were already so overwhelmed. But he changed the motion of his fingers, and you felt it building again. He was getting close as well. You could tell by the way he occasionally slowed to savor the feeling of you around him, almost immediately followed by a blinding pace as he chased his own pleasure.

His grip on your hip tightened, his teeth sinking into your shoulder once more as he rutted against you. The sharp sting of his canines made you gasp. Spurred on by his own impending orgasm, he pressed harder to your clit. Your eyes rolled back as his rough fingers, slick with your own arousal, dragged you to a second climax.

He came as you did. His hips pressed tightly against yours as you shuddered and collapsed beneath him. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, filling you with his seed.

A long moment of quiet, just the sound of your heaving breaths and the crackle of the fireplace. You melted onto the bed, stretching your limbs out long and sinking into a blissed out daze. Geralt wasn’t much better, laying half on top of you with his cock still buried inside. His breathing was evening out and you feared he would fall asleep.

“Geralt,” you mumbled half-heartedly.

“Mhm,” he responded, chest rumbling with the sound. You thought he was going to ignore you, but he moved after a second, pulling out of you with a hiss and searching for a way to clean up your mess. You rolled over, listening to your pulse gradually quiet and slow.

It wasn’t much later that you were beneath the coverlet, once again nestled against Geralt’s side as he lay still. You weren’t sure if he was sleeping, his eyes were closed and his breaths so even and slow. You admired the softness in his features that you almost never got to see. It was only at times like this that you could catch him without a stern expression.

“What are you looking at,” he asked, not opening his eyes.

“You.” You splayed a palm over his chest. “I like it when you look happy.”

“I am happy,” he said, not moving. “You make me happy.”

You were glad he wasn’t looking so he couldn’t see the effect his words had on you. Your face grew hot, and you couldn’t hide your giddy smile. Curling tighter against him, you rested your head against his chest and let your eyes drift closed. “You make me happy, too,” you whispered.

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it9chi · 3 years

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jjk first years and sneaking to eachothers dorm at night to cuddle or sumthing

for nobara’s instead of cuddling you’ll just be sneaking in her room and its all platonic !!

ITADORI YUUJI —

i feel like sneaking in each other’s dorm room started off as a one time thing cs you were like sad one day and yuuji wanted to make sure you were alright and now it became a reoccurring thing lol

not that you mind tho !

he probably sneaks through the big ass window provided in every dorm room and has probably scared you shitless countless times cs hes just standing outside your window like 🧍🏻 waiting for you to notice him

hot take but i feel like itadori is a bit experienced when it comes to things like this like cuddles n what not

so he’s obviously the big spoon

but once u two start cuddling, you cant escape his gorilla(coochie) grip on you

once you itadorin, you cannot and will not itadoriout

probably talks about how his day went with gojo and how they just spent the entire day watching movies to control his cursed energy or what not

he even ranted to you about how he cant fire a rasengan or cannot do a kamekameha and shit but anywho

he has a habit of playing w your hair while you two cuddle !!!!!!!!!

like while u two are talking, his other hand thats around u just comes up to your hair and twirls some pieces n shit or combs through your hair n all that while talking to you in his soft reserved for you only voice AAAAAA

also a big fan of comparing hands while hes on it,, idk he probably relishes abt the fact that you are in fact smaller than him and makes him want to cuddle you even more

tldr; he babies you

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI —

it would probably take a miracle to convince megumi to sneak in your room especially for your reason which are cuddles

like for study dates its fine but for cuddles? he may or may not have to think about it for a while

especially when its during a school night. since megumi is in that healthy sleeping sched but we all know he probably barely sleeps

his reason is prolly cs he thinks its an invasion of privacy and apparently it “feels weird” when he’s sneaking inside your room

nevertheless, he still does it cs u pulled the puppy eyes on him

one word to describe his cuddles: STIFF

he’s stiff as a cardboard i say !🤺!

you were probably the first person he ever cuddled with let alone started a relationship with

so he doesnt really know what to do

like where does his hand go, where do you lay on, do i lay my head on your chest or do i wait for them to take initiative

he literally doesn’t know

probably doesn’t breathe too cs this was probably the only time you two were so close to each other like skin to skin type contact

(minus from the occasional holding hands n all that bare minimum stuff)

this eventually leads to you taking the lead for him and teaching him the basics

by teaching i mean telling him how to do it better the next time you two will ever cuddle again lmfao

KUGISAKI NOBARA —

your bestie hello??

she’s your comfort person and vice versa

so sneaking in each other’s dorms are like daily occurrence at this point

cs y’all do nothing but talk shit w each other <3333

whether its about itadori and megumi being dicks, gojo being a bit coo coo during today’s class or literally anything, its always a fun time with nobara

or one of you would just barge in the other’s room after a day of shopping and just randomly do a haul in the middle of the floor

sometimes you two study together but most of the time your notebooks just go untouched cs again.. talking shit or watching romcoms together

(the boys join in sometimes LMAO party at whoever’s dorm !! first years only !!!)

LETS NOT FORGET DOING EACH OTHER’S MAKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT !!!!!!!!!!!!!

(and sleeping w it on lmfao anyways)

on rare days like after a mission, its a must for you two to have a spa night

the facemasks, the nail polish, etc. pampering nights w bestie nobara lets get on to it !

you two also talk about combat tactics together and try to make up ways to improve them in yalls room

lets just say theres been multiple incidents where both of your floor boards had to be fixed LMFAO

#reqs #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #itadori imagines #itadori headcanons #itadori x reader #fushiguro imagines #fushiguro headcanons #fushiguro x reader #nobara imagines #nobara headcanons #nobara x reader #ans

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giggly-squiggily · 3 years

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Spooky Tag! (Pokemon)

Heyo anon! This is such a cute prompt! I love the idea of Raihan telling scary stories and just causing playful chaos among the squad! I gotcha covered! I must warn you; I’m not the best at scary story telling, but I gave it my best :) I also added Allister to the mix because why not, right?

I hope you like it!

“Alright, kids. Gather ‘round! You know what time it is…” Raihan said dramatically before a fire, the night sky backing his silhouette and adding to the intensity. It was the weekend of the great camping trip, as the kiddos liked to call it. Leon noticed that everyone had that particular day off, so he invited Raihan and the kiddos along. He had also invited Piers, but the rockstar was too tired from touring that week and couldn’t make it.

“Yay! Scary stories!” Gloria cheered as she sat down across from Raihan, excitement bubbling in her eyes as the rest of her friends gathered around. “Oh, geez, Raihan. Please don’t tell the one about the Ghastly in the toilet again!” Victor shuttered as he also sat down, placing himself between Bede and Marnie. “I couldn’t go to the bathroom at night for a week!”

“What was it and where now?” Bede turned to him with wide eyes, confusion in his violet irises. “I don’t think even a Ghastly would want to hang out in a toilet…” Hop cringed, sitting next to Allister, pulling out the s'mores ingredients. “That sounds...unsanitary.”

“Children, pay attention. Tonight's story will not feature any sort of Toilet-foolery!” Raihan regained their attention, an amused grin on his lips as he thought of his tale. “However, this one will leave you shaking in your boots!” Beside him, Leon raised an eyebrow, eyes light with humor as he gathered the marshmallows, passing them out to the kids. He already knew where this was going. “You see, this particular campsite is regularly visited by...a certain monster.”

The kids watched him with wide eyes, already entranced with Raihan’s tale. “A monster? Marnie asked, her soft voice echoing the thoughts of her friends. The dragon gym leader smiled, leaning in closer and lowering his voice, as if the monster could hear them now. “A monster indeed. Long ago, travelers like ourselves wandered into this campsite, unaware of the dangers awaiting them. It was late into the night when the monster reared its head…

“The creature slowly crept, it’s big gleaming teeth shining in the moonlight. As he got close, he let out a low, dangerous growl…” Raihan imitated said growl, making the kids around him startle. “His big, heavy steps approached, one after the other until finally, he was right on top of his sleeping victims…” Raihan paused for effect, making the others nervous. “What did he do?” Gloria dared ask, unknowest to the large figure behind her.

“He tickled them!” Leon roared, hands darting out and squeezing the unsuspecting girls' sides. Gloria shrieked, the sound effectively scaring everyone in the group. “AHHHH! Ahehahahhhahhahahahhaha! Lehehehehehehon! Nohohohoohoho!” The girl cried, falling back into his chest as the champion tickled her ruthlessly. “Leon? Who’s Leon? I’m the tickle monster!” He teased her, easing the girl into the grass with a laugh.

“Oh no! It’s the campsite tickle monster! Run!” Raihan cried dramatically, laughing as the kids scattered, running in different directions. The dragon trainer reached out, snatching Hop by the back of his hoodie and pulling him in. “Coochie coochie coo, hopscotch!” Raihan cackled as he squeezed Hop’s waist, pinching at his ribs and prodding his belly. Hop immediately shrieked, spasming in Raihan’s arms with a stream of helpless giggles. “Ahhehahhahahhahahha! Plehehahahhahahse!” Raihan laughed softly, looking over as Leon approached, Gloria in tow. “Alright, monsters! Here’s the game- hunt down the campers and bring them to our side. Sounds good?” He finally let Hop go, the younger trainer sinking to the ground in a fit of giggly hiccups.

“Alright, let’s get them! Hopscotch, you’re with me. Gloria, you go with Raihan.” Leon nodded to the younger trainer, who was bouncing on her heels with excitement. “Heck yeah! Let’s take them down, Rai!”

~~~

“Run, run away!” Victor muttered to himself as he ran across the campsite, one hand clutching his flashlight and aiming haphazardly at his feet. His other hand was clutching Allister’s, who was scrambling to keep up with the taller boy’s pace. “Oh crumbs! I think they're getting closer, Victor!” Sure enough, he could hear footsteps chasing after them, Gloria’s singsong voice calling out. “Oh Victor! Allister! Bede! Marnie! Where are you?”

“Not today, Gloria...over here!” Victor pointed his flashlight towards a herd of bushes, guiding them to the hiding spot. Tucking themselves into the leaves, Victor turned off the light, ducking down and watching. In the distance he could see Gloria and Raihan, stalking the area with mischievous grins. “Come out, come out wherever you are. We know you’re here…” Raihan called, his voice carrying over, promising tickly torment. Allister squeezed his hand, tucking closer to Victor. “They’re gonna find us…”

Suddenly, Sword froze, head perking up. Allister covered his mouth beneath his mask, Victor pulling him closer. “Found you!” She yelled, and Victor squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the enviable. However, it never came. “Gah! Ahahhhahahahhahahaha! Glhohohohohohoriha nhohohohoohoohohoho!” Bede’s cackles filled the area as Gloria ruthlessly tickled the fairy gym leader. Soft giggles escaped a girl's lips, and Victor watched as Marnie made a mad dash to safety, Raihan hot on her heels. “You’re not getting away, little rock star! Come here!”

Victor watched with a sigh of relief as the tickle monsters disappeared, chasing down Marnie, laughing all the way. “I think we’ll be okay.” Victor nodded before turning to Allister, who was staring behind them with wide eyes. “They’re behind us, aren’t they?” Victor asked, as the ghost gym leader nodded.

Before Victor could react, Hop and Leon pounced, battle cries mixing with Allister’s squeals of surprise. Hop laughed as he wrapped his arms around Victor’s waist, pulling him into the soft grass and tickling him ruthlessly. “Coochie coochie coo, Victor!” He teased, easily dodging Victor’s flying limbs. “GAHA! Ahhahhahhahahhahahhaha! H-Hoohohohoohohohohp nhoohohohohohhohooho!” He pleaded, tears of mirth dotting his eyes as he squirmed. Not far from him, he could hear Allister squealing and squeaking with giggles, Leon mercilessly tickling him aswell. “Don’t be scared of me, little ghost! I’m a friendly tickle monster!” He teased, laughing along with Allister.

“Hahahhahahhahahahhahahop! Plehehehahhahahhahse!” Victor pleaded. Seeing there was no escape, he reached out, squeezing Hop’s ribs and sending him flying with a cackle. “Aie! Victor! Waahhhhahahahahhit!” The shepherd boy giggled as the trainer attacked him viciously, getting his revenge. “No way! This is what you get for tickling me!” With that, he kept up his tickly assault, leaving Hop breathless and giggly.

~~~

In the end, no one survived the great spooky tickle war. The group were all once again sprawled around the everdying flames, eating gooey s’mores and laughing once more. Leon smiled as he leaned into Raihan’s side, resting his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder as the kids stuffed their faces with marshmallows. “I would say this camping trip was a success. Wouldn’t you?” He asked softly.

Raihan smiled and reached up, running his hand through Leon’s long mane of purple hair as he looked out amongst the kiddos. “Yeah. I think it was.”

I hope this was good!

#Pokemon #Sword and Shield #Protags #Marnie #Bede #Allister #Hop #Leon #Raihan #tickle #Tickle fights

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kofixi · 3 years

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MHA Baby Dabby Hc’s

I was thinking about this last night and OMG it was so funny to me. Characters: Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa. Let me know if you want me to do more!

HAWKS:

-Oh bitch

-This man was ecstatic to see his little baby for the first time

-”My baby? Wait...like MY baby? Oh lord it’s MY BABY!”

-Def had trouble comprehending the fact that it was his kid he was holding.

-This fucker took the newborn baby to see the city.

-”And this...This is were I first meet your mom”

- If the baby has wings then boy oh boy

- that child learned how to fly before they could even walk.

- Overprotective dad mode engaged

- kid fell off the bike? throw the whole bike away, it’s broken.

-Suddenly he’s a chef

- Fried chicken for breakfast? No. Waffle, Eggs, and Bacon? Yes.

- If its a girl...

- He has standards

-’Hello! You must be _____’s boyfriend. Keep your hands to yourself at all times’ kind of dad

-brags about how his kid(s) are just the best

- probably has one of those stupid ‘Worlds best dad’ mugs that he bought for himself

- Tells everyone that his kid(s) got it for him

- Capppppp

- “Y’know, I think we should have another one”

-NOOOOO

- After your 3rd one, your coochie been real sore lately

DABI:

-...

-He forgot the milk

- Homie dipped.

-Okay but really

- The second he saw that child he kept telling you how he couldn’t do it

- how he was scared

- You told him that he could leave and come back when he was ready to be a father

- He didn’t want to leave but you were being sincere

- He only left for 2 weeks

- When he came back he had changed

- He promised himself to give his baby the best life

- Better than his life

- Honestly I have no idea as to what this man would say.

- Maybe something like “ The baby looks so much like me”

- Loves that baby to death

- Since he’s a villain

-Can’t walk his baby to school or pick them up

-As much as he really wants to

- For one of the kid’s birthday, Dabi took the kid to see some fire works at some local fair

-Is always watching that kid

-especially in public

- One is enough

AIZAWA:

-GIVE THIS MAN A BREAK

-HE GOT ENOUGH KIDS TO BE DEALING WITH

-Wants to get closer to the baby

-Eri helps

-Like a lot

-”Hey Mic can you finish this for me? I gotta go do daddy time”

- Some times bring the baby to work since you are also a busy person

- Carries that child on his shoulders EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE

-”Aye! Don’t touch that, okay?”

- Keeps a secret stash of gogurts on him.

- Cocomelon

- Oh lord

- That kid is SMART

- Gives google search responses

-Take this conversation for example

- Denki: What’s beta carotene?

- Kid: Beta carotene is the substance that provides pigment for fruits and vegetables like carrots.

-Okay little Einstein

-One time this kid gave you a google response for how long you should cook turkey

- Prodigy kid

- “Jeez you make me feel dumb”

#baby daddy #mha #dabi x y/n #hawks x y/n #aizawa x y/n #bnha #lol #shitpost

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missamyrisa2 · 3 years

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How might you tickle someone who has an extremely ticklish butt, especially their butthole? ////

"Why sweetie, are you presenting that cute booty for me?" I stroll in and find you gently but firmly affixed to an exam table, with your legs up on stirrups. "How cute, how considerate~ because I'm in a ferociously wicked tickler mood. You're going to be mauled by tickles my darling." I singsong sweetly, grasping one of your cheeks unceremoniously, parting your opening. "Mmh. What an adorable pucker. Ppphh" I blow a puff of air to make you twitch down there before retrieving a long white feather. "Let's start with a little tease." I wiggle your cheek, laying down massage tickles to get you squirming before wafting the feather up and down your sensitive butthole. "Wooo! Look at you go! My goodness, all that ruckus just from a little feather? You're in soooo much trouble. You know that right? I'm just getting started cutie, and you're ready to fly off this table. Too bad you're strapped in huh?" I caress that ticklish spot over and over with the feather tip, my hand holding you firmly, the feather following every little squirm and struggle. "Too bad yeah, otherwise you'd just close this cheek and run away mmm? But you can't. Nope. Can't escape the tickles. Keep thrashing sweetie, it's not gonna stop. Laugh it out for me. Don't hold back now." I dip the feather tip in your hole carefully, giggling at your electrified reaction. "Hot spot!! Oooh yes, coochie coo!!" I set the feather down and muse for a moment before attacking your cheeks with my hands, wiggling and jiggling them, tracing the curves with my nails, stroking along the tender ticklish divots. "Tickle cutie booty tickles! Ticklish behind." I tease, reaching over to retrieve two soft massage pads. I slide my hands into them, giving me a pair of ultra soft supple surfaces on my palms. I test them on my arms and giggle out, showing you my goosebumps. "Look sweetie pie. Look at how much this tickles me. I self tickled, imagine how much it's gonna tickle you! Oh wait...you don't have to imagine~" I scurry back down and begin happily rubbing my massage pads on your ass in concentric circles. "It's the miracle of tickles! Oh yes, buck it out baby, you're almost free! You're gonna break free I know it. You'll escape these tickles, alllllmost!" I snicker and mercilessly massage the shape of your derrière, occasionally gliding between your cheeks to get you really giggling and blushing. With you good and melty, I fire up my next tool. A soft buzzing fills the room as I hold up an electric toothbrush with a bright smile. I take the vibrating tool along your inner cheeks, tracing around, letting the bristles lightly graze and buff your tender skin. "Gotta keep it clean here right? Aren't you so glad you signed up for Amy's booty cleaning service? You get a nice feathering, a buffering, and a cleaning. And then I'm going to break out the extra special tool for you if you keep up these silly giggles" I coo and laugh with you, striking a sassy pose as I take the buzzy toothbrush ever so lightly to your butthole, just letting it touch with the slightest of teases. "Wooo!! Did you get free? No? My, my, just try harder. I know you can do it cutie. You can escape these booty tickles!" I tease endlessly, keeping you on edge as I reach for the last weapon in my arsenal. "Alright, time for the big guns. I hold up my handheld massager, a purpley toy with a plump finger-like protrusion. I start teasingly, slowly rubbing lubricant on the soft surface as I turn it on, causing the vibrator to rotate around slowly with a deep buzzing. I smile ever so brightly, watching your reaction as I hold your cheek and slowly slide the tool inside your cute hole. "Coochie coochie coo...tickles in your booty..." I tease, laughing at your struggles as the tool begins vibrating and massaging inside you. I let it tease for a moment before mercilessly rubbing my fingers on your inner thighs and cheeks, holding the tool steady. "Tickle tickle tickle, it's not gonna stop~ struggle all you like. Ticklegasm if you must~ I won't stop~"

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mikecardenmpreg · 3 years

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my life has been one big drawn out joke recently. here are some topics i will be covering in my budding career as a stand up comedian:

1. my manager’s poorly disguised cocaine addiction and every other fucking thing about him. could go on for ages about this man.

2. the old man who complained about everything from the clothing section to the price of a ps4 controller to the lack of public restrooms (disregarding the multiple signs around the store saying there are no public restrooms). he later complained about again not being able to use the restroom despite being a paying customer. he proceeded to dig in our trash can, pull out my coworker’s used coffee cup, dump the remaining liquid back into the trash can, look me dead in the eyes, and, in an attempt to guilt me a third time into letting him use our restroom, told me he had to pee in this coffee cup because, despite him being a paying customer, i wouldn’t let him use our restroom. i told him okay and walked away.

3. dressing up as velma for halloween was cute and fun and i got to find out which of my regulars wish to know me carnally, but just as velma. one of these guys told me quietly that he always thought velma was the sexy one. he was rather embarrassed to tell me this, hinting at his deep shame. the other? well he came in the next day and asked me, rather demandingly, where the wig was. told me i should get that haircut, or at least wear the wig more often. that his daughter had that haircut. [insert nervous laughter]. mike, andrew, please, you’re making me blush.

3a. on that note, let’s talk about john, who thought, first of all, that he was even in my league. absolutely not. secondly, this 49 year old man thought - no, assumed - we were near the same age. i’m 27 and rather babyfaced but in this time of covid, faces are a hard thing to come by. i’m assuming he assumed i was 50-ish because of the dark circles around my eyes, as all he could see of me was my eyes due to the mask and baseball cap i was wearing that night. he was going to ask me to dinner, but when i told him my age, realized i was “probably” too young for him. this caused me to have an existential crisis, by the way, and now i’m obsessed with under-eye masks and creams. next time he came in, he inquired about my age again. “oh, that’s the same age as my daughter”. so now that’s two customers who want me to stand in as their sexy daughter. that’s fun for me! the third time he came in, i hid out in the back and he asked my coworkers about me. coworker one told him i didn’t have a name. coworker two told him she couldn’t give out employee information. the fourth time he came in was the same night i was worried we were going to get murdered by a (different) regular who had lost his mind, and upon seeing john in my store again, hopefully looking around for me, i was hoping that other guy would come and shoot me down. rather be dead than accused of looking like i was 50 again.

4. recently deciding to treat myself by consuming 20mg of thc and watching buzzfeed unsolved in a paralyzed state for 4 hours. i cried about how sad and lonely ghosts must be.

5. the little girls who were so convinced i was a legitimate witch and had full on meltdowns in the store, forcing their parents to stop shopping and leave, because their little girls were inconsolable in the presence of me, a 27 year old in some black velvet pants. again. the dark circles.

6. learning, on four different occasions, that i definitely look/dress/act like i sell dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and other sexual adult paraphernalia. a lot to unpack here. literally left me speechless when my coworker told me this. i couldn’t even respond to his “i’ve been to lots of sex shops and you look like every girl who works there” comment. i should have been able to. such low hanging fruit. but i just sat there with my mouth open, trying to figure out exactly what about me gives off that vibe.

6a. realizing i tell people i work at a toy store means one thing to me and another to everyone else, apparently.

7. "third base is you telling me about your girlfriend” and all other bro-ista related shenanigans.

8. rapid-fire bit about various miscellaneous customers:

8a. the guy who decided it was appropriate to have an entire conversation about my incredibly average belt. dude. bro. i know my pussy is popping. don’t look at my crotch while you’re talking to me about my crotch.

8b. a very stable man pretending to hold up the store with a nerf gun and then singing grandson’s “oh no” to me while making uncomfortable eye contact (still cradling the nerf gun of course)

8c. the cop-hating neo-nazi who rescued a yorkshire terrier which he now carries around in a little pink dress. he didn’t know what a yorkshire terrier was. apparently doesn’t know what cops and/or nazis are. we call him meth-head gun kelly because he looks like machine gun kelly on an intense downward spiral. also his last name is kelly. i don’t know the joke wrote itself.

8d. the teenage boy who stuck his whole hand up his girlfriend’s coochie in the middle of the store, got a real big teenaged boner about it, and shopped around like this was normal and okay.

8e. the stupid dumb idiot regular to called in a bogus mass shooting threat without blocking his number and caused me to have a drawn out anxiety attack for at least 6 hours only to come in the very next night and act like nothing happened.

9. having arthritis in my back at age TWENTY-SEVEN FOR FUCKS SAKE MAN

10. “oh my asshole!” “if i have to see someone’s toes they better be immaculate. i better be able to suck on those toes” “people fuck dead bodies in this game” and every other asinine thing my coworker says to me on a regular basis.

11. and of course, my dad just straight up losing his god damn mind. hiding quarters in trees just to see if anyone notices. hunting snails late at night. choosing to spend upwards of $30,000 on home repairs because he’s going stir crazy. just. every single thing about my dad.

#follow me on twitter to see these unravel in real time #@silverfucking

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ichor-and-symbiosis · 4 years

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asks about the orgasm topic

there was quite a few so i’m compiling them

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis: God I wish I were sensitive, Y'all fucking lucky, ya bitch hasn't actually ever cum before lmao :/

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis: Hey I just wanted to let you know. I share a similar struggle :( I suffer from orgasmic dis function which people sometimes forget women can even have. I’ve never and can never experience an orgasm because of this medical issue and while I’m happy for those who can it makes me insecure sometimes when smth says “y/n came” or w/e bc like,,, I can’t do that and my last romantic partner told me it made me less of a woman and made her insecure bc she thought it meant she wasn’t good enough rahhh shit

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:lmao here my ass is, i cant feel sexual pleasure at all. im jealous of all u bitches. but idc all it means is that i can devote all my time to shiggy

i wish i could say something that would make a difference but i am SO bad at comfort D: please know that you are not any lesser for this, you guys are hella valid and you shouldn’t ever feel like something is wrong with you. i know that there can be many reasons for why it’s impossible to orgasm. the best i could say is maybe speak to a medical professional if you haven’t already? that’s if you want to, of course.

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:Unfortunately, most guys won't "work for it" anyways. I saw some statistics on what's called an "orgasm gap" where straight men are the least likely to get their partners to cum. Seems like most just either don't care or don't try :/

yeah i mean i love my boyfriend to death and he tries his best, but sometimes a guy can only do so much. i can see both sides of the struggle. some guys really are useless sacks of meat who dont deserve their dicks but some guys try as much as they can (with their limited understanding of female anatomy akjdsfl cis straight guys don’t know what the hell they’re doing). but it’s important to remember that these are just statistics and personal experiences vary drastically. don’t let the stats bring you down if you’re hunting for a partner!

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:can we also talk about the straight man belief that going down on a girl is being submissive? NOT IF YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT BITCH like if you eat the coochie so good sometimes the pussy owner's brain doesn't work

the first time i heard dj khaled saying he doesn’t lick his wife’s pussy i felt my own coochie shrivel up like the sahara dessert, RIP to that poor, POOR soul with such an awful husband. i get that some people just aren’t comfortable with oral, that’s totally understandable. but if the reason for that is because of your fragile toxic masculinity oh boy go die in a fire.

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis: I can only get off from clitoral stimulation and any kind of penetration is straight-up no from me.

same!

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis: A good ol’ pillow jump is the only way I can get off, but the same stimulation doesn’t work or translate to actual sex, so I can’t get off with a partner.

i dont quite know what a pillow jump is (unless you meant hump, and if so then wow i commend you because that’s way too much muscle movement for me), but yeah it’s tough to translate how good you can make yourself feel to what a partner makes you feel

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:I still greatly enjoy the MENTAL stimulation of sex with the right person and making others feel good, that’s just me. It can be annoying but it’s still a fun journey.

SAAAMMMEEEE my boyfriend used to be really confused because after sex he would offer to go down on me to make up for my lack of orgasm but i told him that the act of sex in of itself is enough for me to get enjoyment out of it. sometimes you just want a cock inside you ya know?

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:I actually just wrote a bit in a fic where the female oc didn’t cum from penetration so her partner ate that puss like he needed it to live. I enjoy trying to make my smut as realistic as I can. And since I’m asexual and have no experience to speak of, it can be hard. But I have great friends that help me with details and share their own experiences to help me out.

that’s what i was planning to end my tomura fic with akljsfh some god ol’ oral for reader. but based on my own experiences (as stated above) sometimes it’s just enough to simply have sex and oral isn’t always needed after. but that’s just me!!

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:I haven't slept with anybody yet but I'm kinda nervous to with how I've explored my own body so far. I don't think I've ever climaxed? I feel the build up but it's too much and I stop before anything happens. And when I do get near my limit I always have to pee or something?? I don't know if it's squirting or peeing but it happens every time, even if I pee before getting handsy. I figure it must be squirting right? And I thought that made me gross but online people are all 🙏squirting🙏

that sounds very normal, sometimes i’ve felt that with my ex when he was dicking me down way too good lmao i’d say that’s the build-up to orgasm, but it doesn’t always reach climax. but that’s what i experienced with penetration. i don’t get that sort of feeling when i’m just touching my clit. but everyone is different! just go at your own pace and enjoy yourself. i don’t know anything about squirting though.

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:Ik the cuming without penetration is serious issue and jt makes you self conscious but i wanted to let you know Jin would totally love you either way, i bet in fact hed go out of his way to find toys or information on how to make sex better for you and hed never pressure you because he loooves~ you - from an anon who hopes this helps!

fam ily for this ;-;

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:Bruuuhhh, the insecurity about not being able to cum is too real, I've been sexually active for 3 smthing years and have not gotten off once with a partner (and my bodycount isn't low). I honestly feel like all my nerve endings went to the store for milk and never came back

god i feel this on a spiritual level, sex is like solving a damn rubix cube D:

#alison talks

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perish-after-dark · 5 years

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Spicy Cherry Pop

Pairing: Virgin!Rodan x (Mothra, Godzilla, Ghidorah) + Special Surprise

Content: Rodan is a born again virgin. Literally. Somehow he ends up being reborn which means his cherry is untapped. Watch as the eager tops fight to pop it. NO CONNECTION TO PREVIOUS WORKS

Warning: Sexy talk mostly from Rodan. Self pleasuring as well.

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He doesn't recall how it happened. Nor does he want to linger on it. But there he was, floating in a vast void of nothingness. Warmth yet cold hugged his form as he looked around himself. He remembers then being inside a cramped curled position, unable to move a good bit of his body.

He was odd to hear his own heart beat so loudly. It hit him when he felt the warmth of another pressing on the thin layer that prevented him from interacting with the world.

He was being reborn.

He lightly tapped at his shell at first and gave a chirp, wanting to make sure he wasn't doing this alone. Luckily, his call was returned by the joyful trill of the queen, who lovingly rubbed against the egg. It would be a few hours before he could exit.

For the time being he enjoyed the lovely song Mothra gave him. He wondered where his other mates were? Were they even aware of this? Nonetheless he eventually broke through, roaring loudly to let the world know the hot head had returned.

Little had changed he sadly realized. Aside from his mating scars his body still looked as it had before. He was disappointed until Mothra informed that it would take hundreds of rebirths for any changes to happen.

It was kind of weird at first because he came out about the size of a chick. Of course memories and talking and flying were a given, but he knew he'd be better off staying here in this state or else he'd get mocked. Luckily, however, he grew rapidly. After a month he regrew to his adult size and proudly made his way to Poly Bay to see his other mates.

"Rodan!!" The fire bird was caught off guard when the two big shots of the titans basically cried as they hugged him. Mothra giggled before joining in herself, nuzzling their mate.

"Don't you ever die again! Got it!?" Ichi angrily commanded. Rodan chuckled and nodded before departing.

Later that evening he sat alone, propped up against the hardness of a large boulder. Out of boredom he reached down and tried to finger himself when-

"Ow." He winced. He was shocked to find that not only was it painful to try and penetrate, but his erect penis was extremely sensative. Was, was he a virgin again?

The thought made him blush. A virgin? Him? What a surprise!! He thinks to himself before a cunning idea sprouts from his mind.

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"S...so," Godzilla's mouth watered a bit. "You're a virgin again? Like for real?" Godzilla stared as Rodan kept his legs wide open. He was sitting against the rocky exterior of their cave.

"Mmhm. Nice and tight all over again. An unpopped cherry." He chuckled when he sees his mates get excited. "But it's only for a special someone. A mate who is strong through it all." He flexes his wing like a muscle. "The one who will take my virginity must show natural strength. No powers added. So no atomic breath, gravity beams, or dust things."

They all groan but agree. There's a pause for a second. Everyone kinda just stares at each other. Rodan's not serious is he-

"Mmmm fuck~" Rodan moans when he puts his claws inside himself, masturbating in front of them. Ichi snickers with a smirk before a hard punch from Godzilla wipes it away.

"I WILL OPEN THAT COOCHIE UP!!" He roared as he got into his fighting stance (which is very limited but fuck it). That is until Mothra backhand slaps him with the might of two arms. He's taken back. He undermines the determination of a sexually charged moth. As the three rumble, Rodan purposely moans louder and louder.

"Hah Aah I love big alpha cock in me~ I want to be dripping with cum~ Mmm come pop my cherry papi~" He spreads his legs more, deepening his self pleasure as his mates throw and punch each other like there's no tomorrow.

"Oh you want it? Mmm yeah fight for it! I'm so wet and ready~ Yes papi come take this virgin~" Rodan teases louder, causing Godzilla to launch Mothra like a dart before tackling down Ghidorah. But he attempt was aimless and he wailed loud when Mothra stabbed his exposed back with her arms.

Ni and Kevin bit down on the respective arms as Ichi tried to strangle the g man. Imagine. All this fighting over bird pussy!!

Mothra was crafty though, and slowly made her way towards Rodan as the others fought. Rodan gleefully removed his claws and held open his virgin entrance for her. Sadly for her, Ghidorah was attentive and pulled her back.

Rodan sighed until he noticed a robotic vehicle pull up. Curiosity towards as to what a human creation was doing turn to surprised joy when he figured it out.

It had a large robotic arm gripping a vaguely wang shaped object. It mimicked a metallic like phrase of please and Rodsn soon understood.

"OOH YES! Oh mmmm pop it baby pop it!!" Rodan quivered as the machine shoved the giant object inside him. It had rhythm and vibrations that Rodan had ceased to experience.

"Oh sooo good~ I'm going to...ah...AAAH!!" Damn, he came already? Clear steamy fluids dripped down the machine. Unbenounced to the titan, a few humans miles off shore were having at it, pleasuring themselves at having made a titan cum. Such a close up camera angle was enough to make any monster fucker bust one. Of course, said individuals might possibly get punished later on, but at the moment they were in bliss.

They tried to control it to get it away, but it appears Rodan had other plans. He held it down with his talons before positioning it the way he wanted. Squating down he moved himself with gravity to let the machine's object go inside him again.

He leaned forward, resting on his "elbows" and thrusting his hips up and down on it.

"Aah ahh. Mmmmm yess~" By this time his mates had ceased fighting and watched with jealousy as it appears the damn humans had taken his virginity.

Meanwhile at the monarch outpost, five scientist in their own private corners moan to themselves as they watch the footage, wishing they could've been in it's place.

Hey, don't blame them! Rodan is a very fuckable titan after all. Who wouldn't want a piece of him?

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@linadoonofficial I've done it. I've made the most cursed thing.

#nsft #godzilla nsft #rodan x godzilla #godzilla x rodan #rodan x mothra #humans are kinky

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kaiju-z · 5 years

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Today’s summary is of a One-Shot DM’d by the lovely @langstymclangstface. Go visit their page and give them some love, for they are a talented writer and we had a hellaciously fun time playing this one shot together!

Seon Adventures Episode 20.5: “Crumbling Wax”, a Seon Adventures Halloween One-Shot

(Aka Nelatha’s Coochie Quest. The sequel title no one asked for :eyesemoji:)

It has been. A short while since our heroes have been in the city of Crystalgate, Capitol of the country of Aetorumia.

A costume festival is being held, bright and shining lights illuminating the night time sky above the wandering citizens as they pass by booths and tables of contents, finding entertainment for themselves and their loved ones.

Each and every one has made it their goal to wear a costume as ostentatious as the next, a sort of challenge between each other to see who can be the most in the spirit of the event.

High spirits are in the air, in spite of a problem that has arisen for everyone. Or most of everyone. A sickness has hit a substantial part of the populace and thus, people are using this evening as a gateaway from the bad vibes of their relatives being down for the count.

Some call it the end of the world, but they’re honestly being overdramatic dramatic.

Amongst the walkers of this town, there are four of the five members of the party “The Cultbusters”. Sadly, Belli is at home (I headcanon that Mournimar left Morgan with her, as we didn’t get a description of Morgan’s costume. So the good direwolf is there to be her comfort animal, along with familiar, Orion.) and she is siiiiiick. And thus, she is locked off at home, as are all that have been hit by this flu.

The rest of the party are lucky.

And the rest of the party are dressed up to their heart’s content!

Amelia wears the proud costume of a sea corsair. A daring, romanticized fersion of a pirate, with Archie as her fat little shoulder griffin, a pair of wings strapped to the chunky, hunky kitty’s back, a little beak on his face. He’s living his best life and loves his catmom.

Walking beside her, Nelatha Shadowspire’s joined the group yet again. Accompanying her lady friend Genasi, she is wearing a sexed up version of a Cleric’s uniform. Particularly, that of a Honos cleric. (She is basically a fantasy sexy nurse) And she is confident as hell in that outfit. She makes it work and she knows it.

Flanking them is Mournimar, who, while initially planning some other attire, has opted for the costume of a favored character of his from a classical play. He wears the rags of the infamous drug dealer, tomb raider, bard and poet, the Graverobber. And he is blue screening real bad on account of not being used to such festivities. With Belli on the sick bed, he is but inchest away from touching shoulders with his fellow tiefling.

He, of double disguises. Who, along with the elf baby have dressed up as the characters of Fangface and Fangpuss respectively. They are goofy outfits, but Luctan is having a ball with it, enjoying the cartoonishness of it all and the hilarity that he, someone already in disguise, is wearing a third skin now. And the baby is baby. He don’t care none.

Last, but far, far from least, Malak walks with his new traveling companions, wearing a skeleton costume. A onesie, his face painted up to appear skullish.

Together the five, plus the baby and cat, walk amongst the people as streamers fly overhead. People dance and play and drink to their heart’s content. In a various level of dress.

What catches their attention is that amongst the chaos there’s a man selling candles. A sign upon his booth states the title “The Candle Man”, as their noses are attracted by multitude of scents from these particular ones.

The closer they walk, the musical tunes of The Living Tombstone’s “Spooky Scary Skeletons” hail in repetition, much to the frustration and disguist of Nel, who’s bardic pride feels poked at with the ridicilousness of that tune.

Along the way to the Candle Man’s booth, Malak’s eye stops at a nice old fashioned game of bobbing for apples. His curiosity overtaking him, the human man gives it a go and dunks his head in the water, trying to be as dexterous as he can with his chompers.

He tries his best. Swinging his head left, right, center. Up and down, trying his damnedest to nab one of the apples. But alas, he fails at the task. From the outside perspective, someone has to walk on over to him and pull him out and back, as the Death Cleric looked like he was drowning.

Trying to give it a go himself, Mournimar enters the “battlefield” of fruit and preps to dive headfirst (as you do). Malak is the ever helpful man he is and places a hand on Mournimar’s shoulder for encouragement, casting Guidance on him.

Through a combination of the ranger’s skill in handling items and the Cleric’s holy magic, the tiefling nabs an apple. But not just your regular Granny Smith’s apple! This one is of a golden color.

“Congratulations, you won the grand prise!”

He is the victor of the game and earns himself a bag of candies from the vendor, a kind lady speaking in her best Applecore accent.

“Excellent!” exclaims Mournimar and offers the bag around. But be it because of a distate in sweets or a lack of hunger, he is left to feast on the candies himself. All the more for himself!

As they continue on, they pass by a number of establishments. From new age bars, to meat houses. Bakeries and the like, all theming their foods after the holiday that has been bestowed upon the masses, with skulls and pumpkins and bats and all sorts of crawlies.

Luctan asks around about the sickness. Most people suggest it’s a cold time of year, so it’s normal. There are a couple of people out of town, panicking a bit regarding a pandemic. Performers say they’ve lost a hood half of their act, because of this. Lost their voices and shit.

Mourni’s type of Orc walking around, basically looks him up and down, shakes his head and says they tried, but shit didn’t work

A fire genasi performs a juggling act with flaming knives nearby. Luctan, being the boy, who loves his pointy things that he is, goes for a closer watch of the show. The Genasi man waves at Luctan, between throws and tosses and twirls and spins of the burning blades.

Impressed with the performance, Luctan gives a gold piece and a bunch more Fire Genasi come out, juggling. Despite that they are very excited to perform for him and stuff, they haven’t said a single thing. To Luctan, it appears that they are just very dedicated to their craft. And he appreciates that.

(He loves a man, who can handle a blade. Somewhere Ficus has himbs a sneeze, probably.)

Nel is not amused. Why? Aside from the juggling, her resting witch face is earned from seeing Amelia approach a pet store, where they have cats dressed in little costumes.

And you can pet said cats.

Set up as advertisements and stuff. You can buy treats themed for each cat.

She picks up the quiet mewing of kittens from the back of the room, where people pay to have kittens crawl and paw over them.

While Malak enjoys a variety of Pumpkin Spice Lattés (And there are so MANY Pumpkin Spice Lattés) Amelia goes to the cats. There’s a nice lady holding two fat cats. And she gets to pet some cats. Lennard and Harry. They were married and had a ceremony last week and the kittens are in the back.

Amelia is tearing up. This is the best day of her life.

Good work is being done for these cats. She is warned about a certain cat boi who jumps on people and demands cuddles. Amelia seems to be prepared for this. Heavy is the ribcage that must contain so much love for felines.

Out of nowhere areally fat Scottish fold jumps and descends on her, which causes Nel to scream a loud screm.

In response, The cat looks at Nel and bleps.

This is the happiest day in Amelia’s life.

Cats are available for adoption.

With the cat on her head and the two in her arms, as well as Archie on her shoulders, she is virtually in cat heavan. If this is a dream, don’t let her wake up.

All the while, Malak gets free gingerbread with every latté. (Nel feels like the world’ll collapse around her over all the coffee.)

Eventually, with cats in tow, the party find themselves at the Candle Man’s store.

One very bored teenager fiddling with a candle. He looks like he can’t be bothered. As they get closer to inspect them, each one looks like a person. They seem to be made expertly, made in order of famous people, but they don’t recognize any of them.

Except for one.

Luctan vaguely recognizes one of the figures as the dancer!Zitra! But something seems off about it, like it was done in a hurry. Almost like someone wasn’t used to this, as opposed to the expert.

The young one explains that the candlemaker’s sick, so the kid had to rush ‘em. Luctan buys one of the Lady Zitra and an unknown dude. Then hands the young salesperson a pamphlet and encouraging words. He believes that they can do better!

Curious, Malak wants a candle made of him. But gets the strange explanation that a personal hairstrand is required for the wick. And backs off immediatelly.

Luctan and Mournimar have no idea what this is about. To Nel there seems to be more than he’s letting on. Sinister vibe coming off of him.

She’s noticed he hasn’t’blinked once since they met him, but a few minutes prior.

He’s very cagey about what his general job is, as opposed to the summer job.

It’s mostly, you know, ehm, bar keeping and cleaning.

At the Busty Wench. The one in town.

Nel doesn’t remember a franchise opening here.

On these revelations, the shadyness of the character, if Malak hadn’t changed his mind before, he most certainly had now.

Malak casts Zone of Truth.

The moment he casts the spell, something odd happens. No. Something horrid happens. The ground begins to melt.

All around them? Everyone starts melting as blobs of flesh and clothes and then they realize they’re surrounded by wax, which starts to pull and move towards the stand, which is slowly changing form until they start in front of a vague humanoid figure twice of Mournimar’s height.

Yeah...

The sign is very litteral.

Much to Amelia’s horror, all cats, but Archie, begin to melt. Gordon and Harry and the one on her head crumble and fuse and melt off and down to the ground below. Even the cats were fake.

The wax man has a big as smile. Whatever he is. the party had never heard of it before.

As he says that, he rises into the air and drops down and suddenly everything is melting into wax, white and overpowering scent of burning candle and the floor is disappearing beneath everyone’s feet.

BOGUS!”, to say the least.

Thinking fast, Nel uses Polymorph and changes into a giant eagle and grabs Amelia and Archie to move them to safety. Once in the air, she looks out into the horizon and in a perfect circle? She sees that the city is surrounded by a desert. And slowly-an-and- and melting?!

Malak is noticing that the fire jugglers, who but moments prior were catching and throwing burning blades, were now sleeping and drowning in wax.

He tries to save them, but isn’t strong enough to do a thng about all this.

From what the lot of the ‘busters can gather, apparently the sick people are the real ones. And they are sinking.

Wasting no further time, the rest of the party start climbing.

Arriving at the top, they see that the area they started from? There’s this vast and expanding black hole, going outwards. Up top, Luctan has a vague feeling that something isnt’real here, but there’s so much magic surrounding him, he cant’pinpoint what the illusion is.

All the while Mournimar strategizes with the polymorphed Nelatha.

Malak takes a notice that the hair sticking out of the wax candles is still there and he realizes that the figurines at the stall are left completely in tact.

Luck realizes that some of the people he tried pulling out had wax figurines.

The ones he was shown were selected so he wouldn’t recognize them. It is by mere chance that they had met the Lady herself. And thus, he acts upon a gut feeling. He removes the hairstring and the figurine cracks, before beginning a climb down to the candle booth. To repeat that on a grander level. And Mournimar follows, in spite of Luctan’s protests.

Nel is tasked with carrying the others away.

(And here we have a bit of a 2-3 minute break, because Cat’s mic was off for a good while. Because her kitten, the Little Man/Little Bastard as she calls him had turned it off. It was the funniest thing ever.)

As they part ways, Amelia casts Levitate on Luctan. Yell heah!

As Luck flies, he remembers he left Belli asleep in the Shadowspire Manor, which from his perspective, begins to melt. Cursing under his breath, he takes the figurines with a box and removes the hairs on the way to Belli’s as Mournimar sprints after him.

As they move, Mourni notices Luctan’s in tiefling form. And has a tail?!

The levitation drops eventually and Luctan falls on the ground. As he turns around, he sees he’s been chased by a fellow tiefling, but it’s not someone he recognizes.

Nel turns in her normal form forcibly as they travel and they are surrounded by strangers. Making her 3 point landing, Amelia notices a bird turning into a humanoid form and sadly doesn’t recognize Nel.

Everyone’s... surrounded by strangers.

A figure about Amelia’s height rises from the wax and says “Hello there, don’t be frightened. You’ve been saved.”

Luck see this form as well, but it’s smaller and childlike and feels an eerie sense of calm.

Mournimar, unfortunately, fails on a wisdom save and “ knows everything’ll be alright”.

As he realizes this, his features starts melting off, until Mourni is gone, replaced with a lump of wax.

Seeing all this madness happening around him, Malak casts Protection of Good and Evil and protects himself.

Luck feels Danger as he sees that someone start melting, which causes him to have... the freaks out. It’s this reason why he probably only too late notices he has his tail back?!

Feeling threatened by this wax fhild, Luctan casts Sacred Flame, which burns a hole through the child’s chest. Not falling for whatever niceties the child propheces, the red tiefling burst into a dash towards Belli’s location.

Mournimar is ordered to attack Luctan. And he does so, chasing after him, unsheathing the swords from his hips and attacking. All the while this big lump of wax follows along as the floor seems to start to swallow him.

Luctan gets attacked and the seering pain feels like fire. Looking at the wound inflicted by the possessed Mournimar, he realizes he’s made of wax. Out of anxiety and rage and frustration and pain, he goes on to react with a Hellish Punishment at his attacker and melts Mournimar?!

(BEGONE, TIEF!)

Malak makes an attack, casting Litch Slap on the monstrous child. He hadn’t prepared any combat spells, but at the very least he had this.

Chunks fly and hit Amelia and Nel and reveal wax underneath.

Nel bounces. Not recognizing anyone, she has no reason to be here.

The thing goes after Malak.

Amelia bounces as well.

She takes two steps, before a hand reaches out from the ground and grabs her, squeezing and burning.

With a strength, unmatched and one powerful crushing motion, Amelia’s head pops off. And she poofs out of existence.

Malak attacks with his axe and that has no effect. As Nel runs, tendrils are grabbing at her feet. “Nope-nope-nope-nope-nope.”

One successful tendril grabs and pulls her down.

Nel feels herself being pulled down into the wax and it pours down into the ground. She suffocates and no longer is within this realm of existence.

The tendrils go after Luctan, shifting into vicious spikes, but melt behind him, due to him perpetually casting Prestidigitation, applying sparks in the viscinity aorund him.

.He carries on like this, until the sensation of emptyness under him catches his attention.

And he starts falling.

And falling.

And. While still dressed in the Fangface costume, he tries to concentrate on hsi wings. Figuring he could create them at this point, he does so. Wax versions of his wings shape from his shoulderblades. And for a short moment, he manages to fly up.

Until the wings break apart.

And he starts falling yet again.

As spikes portrude from around him and impale him, taking him out as well.

And then there’s Malak.

“ I’m the last survivor, you guys.”

The kid begins to clap with a wicked smile and congratulates him.

Then we all open our eyes. Peppery Pete stands over us as we wake up.

Basically. What it comes down to, as we catch our bearings and get up, is that Pete explains Belli hired Pete to drug us with some strange drug.

It was whack.

The party are not amused. Nel is confused.

They just stand there. Being menacing.

Malak takes a knee and rests a hand on Pete’s shoulder.

“Look, mistakes happen.”

“ But if you ever do this to us or anyone again, I will personally sever your soul from your body.”

Pete is. To say the least. Terrified from the death glare.

And Amelia basically realizes that Pete is bullshitting them and Belli had nothing to do with this. It was meant to be a team building exercise.

“Yeah, but why am I here, though?!” - Nel’s still confused.

FIN!

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suburban-satan · 5 years

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shit my friends say

So I made a list of all the wild shit my friends say, started in January 2018 and still going. It's one year old I guess? Well, enjoy what I have so far!

2018 -d a d d y w i s e -well there’s chains on the ground so that must mean this was a kinky sex dungeon -GORSH MICKEY NOT MY G SPOT -I can wait until I turn 40 so I can troll Japanese Girls on roblox -what if we all looked like mike wizowski but our heads were the same size as they are now -I wanna give pot to a bird -I take pills without water -daddies cummie wummies are the best cummie wummies -enjoy your nonexistent stomach acid -cum glaze -I hope you choke on MY meat -who hasn’t been on pornhub -(wipes tears away and starts belting despacito) -MY GAY IS BEING TRIGGERED -that omelet looks delouse -is semen a liquid or solid -iTs nOt aQuaNauTs yOu uNculTurEd fOoK -vaginas are scary -what is menstruation -you should change your name to pussy something -my gay has been activated -“have you ever owned a vibrator?” “No” “would you like to rent one” -“do you like glazed or cream filled” -wHaT dOeS cUm sOuNd LiKe -he is on too much fertilizer -sometimes cum is hot I know from experience -if you jerked off at the speed of sound would your dick be on fire -I don’t have a sonic fetish -can your dick ignite because of the heat of your cock -aren’t dicks like cannons -who the fuck draws a glowing peepee on a skeleton -honey Freddy freaker is dancing in the living room -does penis smell like garlic -she don’t swallow in this household -*downloading garrison nudes* -don’t you realize that tentacle porn is just using octopus arms as a dildo -frickle my nipples -Minecraft porn consists of the male genitalia replaced with a stick -OOPSIE WOOPSIE!! 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#shit my friends say #shitpost #please help me #sans #I guess???#theres a lot of sans sorry #too many about peepee #enjoy #please dont be offended #bees #thanos #so sorry

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I Hate You (Harry Hook X Reader)

A/N: I was actually really happy with how this one turned out. I hope you guys like it xxx Request: Yes! What about about something with Harry and the daughter of Meg and Hercules? Idk with that wit I feel like they would be a good pair ya know! Words: 3700 (Holy shit this was a lot longer than planned) Warnings: Swearing and Fluff

“Ben! I said no. Which word don’t you understand?” “Come on Y/N, I’m desperate. What am I supposed to do? Turn him away?” “Come to think of it that’s not such a bad idea” You knew something was up when Ben called you to his office that morning, he only had meetings there when he wanted something from you. And sure enough, there you were, being sucked into some plan you wanted nothing to do with. “Y/N it’s not permanent! Just until we make some other arrangements” he said, looking at you with wide eyes, a tactic that usually caused you to cave in. “I don’t see why it always has to be me!” You fired back, crossing your arms over your chest in protest. You refused to back down. Being the daughter of Hercules and Meg meant you were fiercely competitive in a way that was often confused for blatant stubbornness, and felt less than enthusiastic to take orders from somebody else. You liked to make your own rules. “Well, you’re the only student left who doesn’t have a room-mate” “Fine. Then I’ll take Uma. She seems to just want to keep to herself which is perfectly fine by me.” You didn’t mind really compromising too much, you’re mothers nature as much of a part of your personality as your father’s. “She’s rooming with Mal and Evie”. You spluttered and tried to stop yourself from laughing, knowing full well that living arrangement wouldn’t last for long. “Queen of hearts daughter?” “With Lonnie” You rolled your eyes and sighed “Okay then, never mind. What about Gil? Gil seems pretty harmless” “With Jay and Carlos” “Leah Gothel?” “Staying with Jane” “Come on Ben, work with me! What about… um … I don’t know … Hayley Facilier?” “She’s with Audrey. Look Y/N, I’m only asking because there’s no other option. We’re all out of rooms!”. You tapped your feet, there was no way you were giving up that easily. “I swear there’s a rule about boys and girls having separate rooms” “ Y/N, I’m King, I make the rules” You huffed once more, taking another deep breath before making a decision you knew you’d regret. “Okay fine! I’ll room with the pirate!” Ben’s eyes lit up "What did you say his name is again?“ “Harry. Harry Hook. Thanks Y/N! You won’t regret this!” He said, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to your dorm. ‘Hmmm” you answered, not entirely convinced the King was right.

You stopped and turned to Ben one more time before opening your dorm door. “This is going to end badly,” you said flatly. ‘You’ve already said that" “Yeah, well it seemed worth repeating”. He chuckled at you, clearly thinking you were joking. You weren’t. “Come on. He can’t be that bad,” Ben replied, opening the door for you and peering inside your dorm. He nearly jumped out of his skin. “Oh ..wow! This is, well… Different”. Different was an understatement. You felt your blood start to boil as a you were faced with a tall, red leather jacket clad brunette, swing from your light fitting, painting a red line onto the ceiling that travelled down the walls and across the floor. Most of the walls were tagged with black and red graffiti reading “We ride with the tide” and the floors were already cluttered with miscellaneous pirate paraphernalia. It was safe to say you lost your cool. “WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ROOM!” You screamed charging towards the boy, leaving Ben sheepishly in the doorway. He dropped from the ceiling so he was stood in front of you, twirling a paintbrush in one hand, a silver hook in the other. “I decided to make some, how do I put this, improvements. Didn’t think yeh’d mind” He grinned at you taking another step towards you, putting his face uncomfortably close yours. “The names Harry Hook … And you are?” “GOING TO KILL YOU!” You pushed him backwards “Get this off my walls right now!” You yelled gesturing to the spray paint covering every surface as you charged around the dorm. “Aren’t ye just a ray of bloody sunshine” he retorted, whistling an unfamiliar tune as he strutted over towards you. “Oh, and seeing as we are skipping the introductions, I thought I’d tell yeh, you’re on my side of the room darlin’ ”. Your eyes darted towards the pirate, to Ben, and then to the red line, separating one section to the other room to the other. He couldn’t be serious. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” you muttered, starting to square up to Harry who was still grinning at you like a lunatic. He reached forwards, biting the air in front of you. “Trust me when I say that I don’t do jokes” he replied, barely above a whisper, pushing his hook into the centre of your chest. You shoved it away. “Ben!” You yelled expecting the King to say something, anything that would be of any use to the situation. He didn’t. “Well, I’ve got to be going” Ben replied nervously, starting to walk away “I’ll leave you two to… um.. work things out for yourselves” “Ben! Don’t you dare walk away from me right now!” You shouted after him but it was too late, he was already gone. “I wouldn’t waste your breath princess, he’s gone” “I’m not a princess” you growled, charging towards the door after Ben “I’m the daughter of Hercules which makes me a goddess” you added pointedly. “Ooo, I’m so incredibly sorry your Royal highness. Do forgive me for forgetting to bow down” he replied sarcastically pretending not to have heard you, waving his hook flamboyantly before curtsying. “I’M NOT A FUCKING PRINCESS! Now look! In fact you know what.. Forget this.” You charged out of the room but stuck your head, back around the door frame. “This isn’t over Hook” “Ready for round two when you are…” He paused for a second and smirked “… Princess” You screamed at him as you stormed down the hallway, knowing full well that life just got a whole lot more difficult.

When you returned to your room later that night, you vowed to prepare for an all out war. Harry Hook was by far the most snarky, inconsiderate human being you had ever met and despite the fact that, yes you found him wildly physically attractive, you wanted him as far away from you as humanly possible. Your plan, as genius as it was, was relatively simple. Annoy the shit out of him until he had no choice but to leave. It was going to be fun.

“Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! IT’S 3AM” The pirate pulled himself up from his from his bed, clutching at his ears, glaring at you through the darkness. Struggling to stand up properly, he reached for the light switch, flooding the dorm room with light. There you were, casually vacuuming the carpet in the middle of the night, making sure to create as much noise as humanly possible. “I THOUGHT, YOU KNOW THE PLACE COULD DO WITH A LITTLE CLEAN UP,” you yelled, competing for your voice to be heard above the whirring of the vacuum. You smirked to yourself, the look on Harry’s face was priceless, a mixture of anger and pure confusion. “TURN IT OFF” “Nope!” You said in a sing song voice, continuing to move the vacuum up and down across the carpet. “Y/N I said turn it off now!” Harry growled, charging towards you and taking it from your hands. “You know, I don’t find you at all intimidating while you’re stood in pyjamas with tiny pirate ships on them” you cooed at him, squeezing his cheeks “Coochy Coochy coo!” Harry looked down at himself, bare chested wearing only a pair of rather embarrassing shorts. You chuckled at his scowl. “I could hurt yeh” he said, pulling himself closer and teasing through your hair with his hook “My enemies don’t usually last this long before I hook their pretty little faces” “Oh how sweet of you! You must really love me then because the last time I checked my face was still in tact”. You placed a piece of gum you were chewing on the end of his hook and danced on back to bed. “You’ll regret doing this Y/N,” he said bitterly, pulling the vacuum chord and trudging back over to his bed. “Sure I will. Right, well I do love having these little chats with you but I have an important meeting with Fairy Godmother in the morning so I’m going to sleep” With that the lights turned out and you collapsed backwards into bed, feeling slightly accomplished. “You don’t know what you’ve started princess” whispered the pirate inaudible “You don’t know what you’ve started”

King Ben didn’t really know what to expect when he trudged back up to Y/N’s dorm room the following morning. There had been noise complaints all night from neighbouring rooms on the same wing so he had guessed they still hadn’t worked out their very apparent differences. He knocked on their door but after no reply he pushed it open himself. He had no idea what to say when he walked in on you pelting Harry with your shoes. “I swear down Hook where are they?” You howled, picking up a flip flop and throwing it in Harry’s general direction. He dodged it, virtually crying from laughter as you continue to stomp about. “I have absolutely no idea what yeh talking about Y/N” he chuckled, clearly lying, catching a high heel and lobbing it back towards you. “Harry! Please! I have to go, where are my shoes?” You begged, trying to reason with him. “They’re all over the bloody place!” Neither of you had even noticed Ben standing there observing your thought-provoking behaviour. “YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT! THEY’RE ALL LEFT SHOES! THERE ARE NO FULL PAIRS” Harry convulsed with laughter again until a ballet pump hit him in the face mid-flight. “Now was that really necessary Princess?” “I’M NOT A PRINCESS FOR THE LAST TIME!” You yelled at him, finally deciding that you would just have to go barefoot. You spotted Ben “I told you this was a bad idea” you said, waggling your finger at him. The poor King was speechless. “Prin-cess, prin-cess,prin-cess…” Harry started chanting in a whisper, causing you to shoot round and glare at him. He was still smirking. “It’s okay Harry,” You said as you left with Ben, “Because last night, after I finished vacuuming, I fed your pirate hat through the paper shredder”

You and Harry refused to speak to each other until the next morning, when you continued your plan to irritate Harry until he had no choice but to move out. Subtlety was key in your opinion, so all of your moves were small and calculated. “Morning Harry” you said as sweetly as you could manage, “I made you coffee”. The boy, furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the gesture but took the mug anyway. 'You ever hear of a little bit of gratitude?“ You mumbled as you made your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth. “Apparently not. Please, enlighten me. Give me the benefit of ye vast wisdom” he replied sarcastically, following you. “Keep rolling your eyes Hook, you might find your brain back their”. You ran your toothbrush under the tap as he winked at you through the bathroom mirror. He took a sip of his coffee. “Did you?” He spat the whole thing out “Ye petty little shit. Replacing sugar with salt. I bet ye finding this so very funny aren’t yeh” Harry said completely deadpan. “Hilarious actually” you remarked, putting the toothpaste onto the bristles and starting to brush your teeth. “You know what’s even more hilarious?” He started, so you turned your head to face him. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk. “Last night, I used your toothbrush”

“Ben I can’t do this anymore!” You complained to your best friend as you headed to the Tourney fields. “What do you mean?” “I woke up this morning to find that he had covered the entirety of my side of the room in pink post it notes, including me, when I was sleeping!” you said, throwing your hands up in the air Ben gave you a stern look. “Y/N you’re even worse. Yesterday, when you took his hook, he spent the whole day traipsing around campus with a pirate map you gave him, trying to find it. After all that you’d hidden it under his bed!” “That was pretty funny though” you said, trying to contain your giggles. “See you’re just as bad as each other. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you even liked him” You punched the King in the arm playfully. As much as you wanted it not to be true, you had a sneaking suspicion that Ben was right. All you could think about was Harry, whether it was good or bad, and in some very strange way you began growing fond of the pirate. It was very worrying and you wanted more than anything for it to stop “Ben you don’t know anything”

You returned back to your room that night, carrying the next stage of the plan. Smiling to yourself as you propped open the door with one hand, cradling Harry’s surprise with the other. “Honey I’m home!” You screeched jokingly. “Aren’t I just over the moon” Harry replied, jumping up from the sofa holding one of my dresses which he had cut holes into. Then he looked at me. “What the hell are ye holding?” “Oh this,” you said, setting it down on the floor “This Harry is a cat.” The kitten looked at me before darting off, springing up onto the window sill and curling up into a ball to sleep. “I know it’s a fucking cat Y/N. I want to know why ye brought it into our room” he said, quieter than you would have expected, bringing his face extremely close to yours again. You could feel his breath against you skin. “Do you always use flirting as an intimidation technique or is it just me who’s personal space you invade on a daily basis” “Y/N! I’m allergic to cats” “Oh really! I never knew that.” You lied. Of course you knew, that was the whole reason you got the cat in the first place. “Mr Shnookem’s is staying exactly where he is” “I’m telling ye now Y/N, the first time you take yeh eyes of that thing I’ll…” You pushed your index finger to his lips, taking him by surprise. “ Shhh I don’t want to hear it Harry” You dropped your hand and walked to Mr Shnookem’s, just as he sneezed hysterically, giggling to yourself as you felt his eyes burn into you.

*Short time skip to the end of the week*

“HAROLD FUCKING HOOK!” “Geez Y/N, with the amount of times you scream my name a day next door probably think we are…” “What have you done with him?” You had woken up to find Mr Shnookem’s was no longer sat at the foot of your bed like he did every night, and had spent the whole morning searching for him. You had checked everywhere the kitten could have wander off to, to no avail, with Harry being the only logical culprit for his disappearance. “Yeh not seriously talking about that mangey cat are ye?” He asked barely looking up from the bowl of cake he was eating “That cat never did anything to you” you spat “Well, tell me! What have you done with him?” Harry raised an eyebrow at you, still not moving. “I didn’t touch the stupid thing. Ye probably scared it off with ye non-stop scre…” “I HATE YOU!” You slammed your hands down on the table Harry was sat at. You loved that cat and were becoming more concerned and annoyed at Harry every second he refused to tell you where it’d gone. Harry slammed his bowl full of cake down and stood up, to stare you in the eye. “Oh, ye hate me?” The pirate began “Join the club! There are weekly meetings at the corner of Fuck You Street and Kiss my Ass Boulevard” “And to think I was finally warming up to the idea of becoming friends with you,” You said, but the tone was far more dispirited than you had expected it to be. You turned and started to trudge away, before the pirate could see you tear up. “Can ye stop accusing me for one min… Wait, are ye crying?” Harry’s voice softened towards the end of his sentence, a hint of confusion etched into the Scottish accent. As much as you tried, you couldn’t help but cry. You looked back at Harry with blurry eyes, watching his shift in demeanour as he tried to work out what to do about the situation. “I want my cat back!” You wailed like a toddler, your face crumpling as you wiped your running nose, no longer caring what he thought of you. Harry dropped his smirk and instinctively pulled you into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around, and stroking the back of your head. “Ye know I really didn’t do anything to him” he started, squeezing you a little tighter. “But if that stupid cat means that much to ye, I’ll help ye find it” You shuffled backwards a little, looking up at Harry who towered slightly above you. “Thanks,” you said meekly “I’d like that”.

Harry took your hand as you scowered the grounds of Auradon Prep for the runaway cat, purposefully ignoring your gaze as your palms brushed beside one another. It had become dark by now so the two of you began calling out for the kitten, pointing a torch in the direction of any trees or bushes where he could have been hiding. “MR SHNOOKEM’S!” Harry called out, “Ye couldn’t have picked a more ridiculous name now could ye?” “Hey! I think it’s cute,” you defended “Ridiculous, yes, but cute. MR SHNOOKEMS!” “Sounds like somebody I know” the pirate mumbled. “Did you jus…” “MR SHNOOKEMS!” Yelled Harry cutting you off mid-sentence. Your eyes lingered on Harry’s face, fixated on the blue of his eyes. He caught you smiling at him. “What?” He asked. “Nothing it’s just, maybe you’re not as bad as I thought” “Are ye softening up to me Y/N?” Harry joked, a hint of cheekiness leaking back into his accent. “Shut it! The word bad is still in the sentence” You laughed, lacing your fingers tighter with his. “Oh thank god! I would have had to cancel my war plans if not. Ye should see what I have planned for tomorrow” “Of all the possible villains, why did I have to get you?” You sighed theatrically, clearly joking. 'Of all the princess’s why did I have to get…“ At the mention of the word princess you shoved Harry backwards, causing him to stumble and fall head first into one of the flowerbeds surrounding the castle. You burst into hysterical laughter, before offering a hand to the pirate, who was whispering profanities to himself "Yeh way stronger than you look ye kn… Well, well well, look what we have here!” From the flower bed Harry pulled a very scruffy but easily recognisable Mr Shnookem’s, scooping it up in his arms and handing him you. Immediately, you nuzzled your face into the cats fur, wrapping it in a warm embrace. A beaming smile spread across both of your faces, as the two of you let out an ecstatic cheer, Harry grabbing one of your hands to twirl around in glee, celebrating at your success. “We found him!” You giggled. “I found him,” Harry corrected, sticking his tongue out at you and reeling you in closer with the hand he had been spinning you with You pouted. “I love you” you said, barely above a whisper. “If ye tell that damn cat ye love him one more time, I swear I’ll…” “I wasn’t talking about to the cat” There was an uneasy silence that seemed to last a lifetime “Y/N, your lip’s bleeding” “How can that possibly matter?,” you said panicked at the confession you accidentally made and the fact that Harry wasn’t reacting “Did you not hear what I just sa..” He didn’t give you time to react before he leaned in and kissed you, a subtle taste of metallic blood lingering across your lips. He ran his hand down your neck and along your collarbone, pulling away and blinking at you. You flung yourself into his arms, Mr Shnookem’s and all, letting go of the remaining reservations you had about the pirate boy . You ran your fingers along Harry’s cheekbones, down his chest and curving onto his back, tracing the contours of his shoulders blades. You felt him shudder slightly at your touch creating a the buzz of electricity. You reached for his hand, pressing your thumb against his wrist as he snuggled into your hair. You could feel the blood going through his veins, an indicator of how fast his heart was beating. Neither of you moved until the kitten climbed between the two of you and began to lick Harry’s face. You laughed a little. “See, Mr Shnookem’s does like you” “I’m still allergic to the bloody thing” Harry shot back, pushing you playfully by the shoulder to get the cat away from him. “It’s a good job I picked up these for you then,” You said, reaching into you back pocket and shaking a tub of allergy medication at Harry. He titled his head at you, staring into your eyes with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “What?” You said, picking at a thread on your jumper nervously "You forgot to pick up your prescription” Harry let out a hearty belly laugh and wrapped you back into a hug, squeezing you until you have to pull away for air. “Daughter of Hercules” “Son of Hook” “I. Love. You”. Harry brushed his lips gently against your forehead sending you into another fit of giggles. “Does this mean we can get rid of the red line in our dorm room now?” “Ye know what, that doesn’t sound like the worse idea”

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Alone (Therapists & Children)

A couple years ago, I met someone who meant the world to me. His name was Robin. We sat in that room lit with bright orange lights. Steps ran down to the center where a piano sat. A projector sat atop the ceiling, pointing towards a white sheet just behind the piano. Off to the side sat a shelf with a stereo on top. The walls were dark, brown and obviously made of wood. Squares of foam sat a few inches apart across the walls. The entrance sat off to the side, on the other was a closet that stored all of the chairs. I sat at the back with all of the Mezzo’s. Ms. Curtis had trouble gauging what my range was. We were doing these team building exercises, to find our voices and sync up. When she got to the Mezzo’s she was very disappointed when she found out I had never sang a word in that room. She gave me Mezzo because of my speaking voice. So I sang throughout that hour with everyone who was just now realizing I existed.

I didn’t sync well with the Alto’s because my voice was a little too high. Finally, she decided I was a Mezzo Soprano, so she grabbed a random Baritone Bass off the shelf to start the usual exercise. He sat down and it was the first time I was ever interested in a boy. He had big brown eyes, messy red curls on his head, all styled forward. He always looked so cool in those blue, slim fit jeans, slip-on Vans, some short sleeved button up shirt. His face wasn’t hard, it was soft but defined. We connected after the teacher found out we both hadn’t sang a word in that room. What started out as a team building exercise turned into another search for this boy’s proper range. She told me to sit back down and—as she put it—“Just, wait until we’re done.”

When it was all said and done, the bell rang. It was the last hour of the day. Afterward we properly met after school. He walked me to the bank my aunt worked at, our conversation was easy enough. He took me out. It was the first time I wore a dress since I was four. I met his friends, they became my friends. They bought me an Xbox. This boy and I had sex, it was my first time. Then senior year happened. Texting everyday turned into a few texts throughout the evening. Weekends turned into a few texts in either the afternoon or the evening. All of the sudden, in October, he announced he was moving to California to be with his mom and dad. He stopped coming to school. He stopped talking to me. He stopped talking to his friends. Or at least I thought. I remember jumping online, seeing my brother on, he was talking to someone, I could hear him. I thought it was everyone else. It was Robin, the boy I was seeing.

The next day, it felt like everyone was staring at me. My stomach felt hollow, my heart ached, I felt tired, hungover. I floated through the day, I slept in my history class. My friends (his friends) tried talking to me at lunch, but I couldn’t pay attention. I complained about an upset stomach and called Brielle. Her and her girlfriend picked me up. My room felt so big and empty. The white bumpy walls, the dark brown floors, the glass desk in the corner, the TV just above my dresser in front of my bed. My bed’s white blanket, my tan pillowcases. Everything just looked bland and lifeless. I ignored my brother through the rest of the week. He didn’t do anything wrong, though, he just thought I was still talking to Robin, he didn’t know, no one knew he ignored me like that.

Today, my heart swelled to the size of a grapefruit. My lungs felt punctured. My chest felt like a cinderblock laid atop of it. I sat in the bathroom heaving, trying to catch my breath. No one heard me, Asha went home for the weekend, the girls on the other side went home as well. The ringing in my ears became louder. A harsh pressure pressed onto my sinus’, tears came out of my eyes. It felt like pins kept stabbing my back and across my shoulders. I laid down on my side, curling up into a ball.

“Jude’s not the same.” I kept groaning through my heavy sobs.

Jude went home to Lincoln, to see their family, their siblings. Apparently their brother had a kid recently. Jude left on Thursday, they haven’t texted me back. It’s Saturday.

My brain kept bringing up terrible thoughts, the more I ignored them the louder they got.

‘Jude’s done with you.’

‘Jude’s tired of you.’

‘Jude’s bored of you.’

‘Jude knew you were irritating the day you bitched about lying to your instructor.’

“No, they’re just busy.”

“No, Jude didn’t care, they really just wanted me to move past it.”

‘Jude’s just another Robin. For good reason.’

‘Jude should move past you if this is how you react to a couple days of silence.’

‘Maybe your mom knew how much of a wreck you are, maybe that’s why she left you.’

I got off the bathroom floor, I walked into my room, my eyes stung, my back hurt, my stomach hurt. I opened my drawer, finding that pill bottle. “Take one(1) as needed”. I dropped two tablets into my hand, stuffing them into my mouth. I grab my bottle of water, washing the pills down into my stomach. I stumble back, chest still on fire, thoughts still racing. I curl up onto my bed. I want my aunty.

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“Jude’s memo, September Twenty-Eighth.

‘Eggs, milk, diet soda, Gatorade and a gift for this cute girl I met at school.’ That’s my list for today’s outing. It’s a relatively humid day, my hair feels all flat and my face feels like a cheeseburger. My armpits are kinda yeasty and I don’t care, nothing’s gonna stop me from wearing a tank top today. Anastasia carries my sweater so if those clouds man up and actually do something, I got something to cover up with. Also, I need to pay my phone bill. It’s prepaid, thank god, so no late fees.

I started making these after mom died, our families never been the same. But my brother’s kid being born has done the impossible. I’m driving down to Lincoln to meet up with my sister and we’re gonna go see his beautiful little family. We’re gonna lay our mom to rest, properly this time. When it happened, my siblings and I couldn’t bear to be around each other, we all just saw our mom in each other I guess. Each other. Us. It still really hasn’t hit me that we’re all gonna be in the same room together again. It seems so far away that I’m wondering what Amber might like from Lincoln, what can I find her that she’ll get excited about. Me,

Jaime and Judith are gonna be in a room again but all I can think of is my stupid crush. She’s not stupid, the act of thinking about her over this momentous occasion for the Kent family is strange and dumb.

I don’t know... Amber. She might just be a crush, just a curiosity for the school year, I mean, I’m not even sure if I like graphic design. I like doodling, I like making things, but advertising? Is that me? Maybe Amber is just someone to distract me from those fucking questions, but at the same time, her face keeps popping into my head, I can hear her voice if I just imagine it, I don’t know. She’s much, uh, ‘looser’ these days. She doesn’t seem so tense, so distant. I’ve been sitting next to her in Digital Layout One for the entire year so far, this week was the first time I saw her usually milky face turn colored, splashes of pinks on her cheeks, her lips seem, I don’t know how to describe it, but she seems like there’s just more life to her. Her shoulders slump more, her legs don’t bounce like crazy, her hair sits behind her ears more, she takes off that big ass sweater she’s been wearing. She replaced it with a much more comfortable cardigan. She just seems healthier. Probably because a friend sits next to her. But how ethical is it? I mean, this only started because I have a crush on her. Is this okay? Is it okay to pursue her with the slightest expectation that I might get some coochie at the end of this? The answer is probably no, especially given for the fact that I know next to nothing about her, her past, her wants and her needs. I mean, maybe it’s too early to judge things, perhaps I should slow down this thought of not knowing her well enough, the ethics and just have fun. She likes me well enough, I think. We laugh a lot, she shares her sense of humor with me. I mean, she made a sex joke earlier this week, and it was a fucking cute one at that! Jesus, what do I do? I want McDonald’s, there’s one in Missouri Valley, I’m gonna check it out, give’em a visit, see how those nuggets have been. Does Amber like McDonald’s, I mean we got Chipotle and Taco Bell, she must like McDonald’s. Or maybe she’s just too polite to ask, like I say I want Chipotle and she just goes with it. Maybe these questions are best suited to ask her and not the woman who’s gonna listen to this with me on Monday, Hi Jamie! What do I do? What would my mom say? She’d probably tell me just follow my heart because she really had nothing else to add, she always thought me being wholly queer meant she couldn’t give me adequate advice, but that’s not true, when she did give me advice, it was always fucking good, it was exactly what I needed to hear, even if I didn’t want to hear it. I know examples would be better, but, this recording is getting a little long. My mind is a bit wild today. From meeting Amber, to my brother and his girlfriend finally popping that kid out, getting to see my sister Judith after four fucking years. Maybe the reality of seeing everyone is actually hitting me, maybe I am really nervous and I’m just trying to use Amber as a shield from all of this.”

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