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I'm not well versed in Transformers, but who is your favorite Autobot? What's one thing that if Hasbro called you up right now and said they would do whatever you suggested, you tell them?
My favourite Autobot is easy because I don't like most of them very much. I love Decepticons.
It's either Jazz or Ratchet or Rodimus, depending on the phase of the moon and whether my brain is in RavWaves mode or Deadlock mode.
Jazz and Ratchet and Rodimus are all people who probably would have been Decepticons if it weren't for a stroke of fate.
I also love Rosanna, but she's a civilian and she's been in like 3 things, one of which almost everyone hates.
The problems with Autobots:
they tend to use the same colour schemes which makes them hard to tell apart
many of them are boring af
the Decepticon movement was a legitimate revolution against an extremely bigoted and oppressive government, and the Autobots were the liberals who patted them on the hand and said "we can do this the nice way" even though most of them were from social classes that were literally disposable.
some of them are fucking fascists
some of them are just such goodie two shoes rule bound characters you have to laugh (Star Saber in anything other than IDW was probably the robot version of Sheldon Cooper once)
It's really only in TFA that I don't think Optimus Prime is a giant hypocrite. I don't hate him. I think he's an awesome character. I enjoy him a lot! I also write a lot of fic where he gets his aft handed to him, at least verbally.
But I don't really sympathise with him. Because even when he's unfailingly sweet, like in TFP, he's still...a part of the problem, not the solution.
In some series the Decepticons did become horrible and genocidal, which is wrong, of course, but that led in IDW at least to both sides playing atrocity chicken.
In other series the Decepticons are anti-human mostly because we're in their way and we like the Autobots. In the Bumblebee movie they never even wanted to come here, but they had to--it is Prime's fault that their war came to Earth.
If Hasbro was willing to do whatever I said I would ask them to create a series of all the femme characters most people don't know about. And not make them teeny tiny Core Class dolls. (I own a few of them because they're cute, but.)
I would get them to include Ravage now that ES has confirmed her for a femme. (She is ACAB, assigned cat at birth.)
This would also include:
Esmeral, who should really be a leaderclass because her husband is the size of a small planet (from the Victory manga)
General Strika, who is the least feminine female character in all of transformers and a butch goddess of war (from TFA and Beast Machines)
Botanica because she's cool AF
Rosanna and her evil twin Flipsides (Rosanna's in KP but both of them are in... TFA, I thought? For a heartbeat.)
Howlback (done like her twin sister Ravi, with biped-to-quad transformation that does not involve extra limbs hanging off, because both MMC and Xtransbots have done it just fine) from the Cobalt Sentries who never got a show
Lyzack (from Victory -- the twin sister of Leozack who defends the home front and is a teal and pink seeker)
Nautica (from the IDW comics, who is the most adorable of nerds even if she is Ravage's unwanted aemula/kismesis/hatecrush until they make friends)
the Megatronia combiner which includes Megaempress, Trickdiamond, Lunaclub, Flowspade and Moonheart)
Minerva (yes there's a legacy but it's tiny and they made it a walgreens exclusive)
Clobber (from Cyberverse)
Nightbird (G1 not ROTB)
Termagax (Megatron's mom from the IDW 2019 series)
I have nothing against Elita-1, Arcee, Windblade, Chromia, Moonracer and Slipstream but some people can name hundreds of male characters and only those six and not even all of them.
If I was also G-d of the Transformers franchise as a whole, I would revive Kiss Players, cut out all the bad sex jokes and dropped panties of teenagers, rename a few things -- we do not need a base called "the spiral vagina" -- and take the plot we were actually given in between sex jokes, which was very cool, and write it all out as a comic/story/cartoon. They did the plot in the last few episodes of the radio show after kind of leading up to it very slowly between dirty jokes.
Everyone says Kiss Players is the worst thing Transformers ever made. I'm sorry, that's RID 2015, which is a Transformers show for the "Blue Lives Matter" crowd where the entire plot of the show is to find all these low-class Decepticons who are from denigrated castes that escaped from a prison ship and throw them all back in jail. Like seriously fuck you very much.
I will take perverted panty jokes over asskissing the cops any day. Besides some of the stuff that looks so bad and gross looks so bad and gross because it is--you're not supposed to be down with it, you're supposed to guess that a certain person is being groomed looooong before she figures it out. and the main human characters are actually Secretly Lesbians
I'm sorry this is way more info than you asked for but this is my main hyperfixation other than thylacines, fossas, small wild cats that can't eat you, and other cute weird predators.
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When Something Gets Broken, It Can Be Fixed
Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Hecate daughter!reader
Summary: When Clarisse breaks her spear, your there to fix it
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Not proof read, not very good, oh well. Just fluff and very slight angst.
Request by @magicalengineerdonut:
I have a request for Clarisse. The reader could be a daughter of Hecate and it takes place during capture the flag and clarisse’s spear breaks and reader comforts her and the next day she comes back to clarisse with her spear that reader fixed and it ends with a cute moment between them
A/n: Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it! I am very excited to be getting into the PJO fandom. My friends have been raving about if for years! I am on the third book right now and I love the series so far. And I love Dior. Anyway, I would love to write more for this girl! So please request!
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As the sun rose, it cast a soft, golden glow over Camp Half-Blood, signalling the start of another bustling day. The day of 'capture the flag' always stirred up excitement and anticipation among the campers, transforming the usually tranquil camp into a hive of activity.
It was a day that held great significance within the camp's traditions, and the palpable hustle and bustle was a testament to its importance. [Name] walked from her cabin to the training grounds in hopes to get a few more minutes to go over some defensive positions.
However, her contemplative silence was abruptly shattered by the commanding bark of instructions echoing from a voice she recognized all too well. The words were harsh, direct, and specific, as the head of the Ares cabin usually was. [Name] smiled at the sound of Clarisse La Rue’s pointed yelling, her direct and impersonal insults at the red team were a sign of her good mood.
If that was not enough of a sign, Clarisse looked over at [Name] when she finished speaking and smiled. It was a slight smile, [Name] will admit, but she saw it.
[Name] knew Clarisse very well. There was little that [Name] didn’t know about the girl at this point. And [Name] knew Clarisse had a plan.
“Where are you off to?” Clarisse asked, sauntering over as her hair, in a ponytail, swung behind her. [Name] always thought she was a sight to behold.
“Just on my way to the training grounds, care to join?” [Name] asked, already starting to make her way to the grounds, Clarisse falling into step beside her.
[Name] watched Clarisse face closely as they walked, hoping the girl might give up what she was thinking about. What she was planning.
When she didn’t say anything, [Name] took matters into her own hands.
“What are you planning?” [Name] smirked, her voice playful as watched Clarisse’s mouth twitch, the corners of her mouth turning upward ever so slightly. It looked like she was trying not to smile.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing, just planning on winning,” Clarisse smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. Something twinkled in them though, something like mischief…
“And this could have nothing to do with our new camper? The one kicked your ass in the washroom?” There was a careful teasing in [Name]’s voice, she was determined to get her point across but she was not willing to feel the force of Clarisse La Rue’s rage.
Clarisse only rolls her eyes. She scoffs and looks away. [Name] sniffles a giggle at vision of Clarisse, soaked in toilet water, running out of the washroom like a wet puppy. Clarisse abruptly stops and turns to [Name], bringing her thoughts from Clarisse to the reason she was there, the defensive positions. ”You know your job. I know you will do well,” Clarisse puts simply, her face remaining stoic, but her eyes betray her, conveying the fondness she tries so hard to hide.
[Name] nods as she walks away.
The game started as usual, the only difference was the direction Clarisse and some of her siblings ran, which [Name] thought was strange but knew not to question Clarisse about these things. The game moved quickly at the start, everyone running off into a different direction, [Name] doing the same. But after running a little further in the forest, she found her spot not far from the Red flag. There were only a few Ares kids protecting the Flag a few metres away but other than that, the forest was surprisingly empty. A stark contrast to a few minutes prior. There, [Name] took her stand, waiting for the blue team to come barreling in. The young Athena girl on the blue team had a brilliant plan for her to just run in with her invisibility cap and just take the flag. A plan she has used before, Clarisse was hoping that this time [Name]’s magic could somehow make it so the red team could actually see the young girl.
[Name] figured she could just make a small spell to not let magical items/gifts go past a barrier. It wasn’t strong and it would only work once, but it was better than nothing. Unfortunately, the spell could only protect the front of the flag, which left the back completely defenceless.
And, of course, Annabeth Chase would know that.
[Name] breaks out into a run after the floating red flag watching as the blue team breaks out into cheers as they see the flag floating quickly in their direction. [Name] slows down to a jog, knowing that if the Are’s kids couldn’t keep up with them, they had already won. And a well-deserved win at that. She could almost smile at the fact but as she comes up to the beach she hears the ear piercing scream of Clarisse. [Name] rushes in as Clarisse attempts to take the head off the new twelve year old. Grabbing her shoulders, [Name] pulls her away from the terrified boy. [Name]’s eyes lock on the broken spear on the floor as she walks Clarisse out and tries not to wince.
Her spear, her gift from her dad.
Turning Clarisse, [Name] gets a good look at her face. Clarisse’s face is rigid with anger, unmoving and unsurprisingly shocked, her eyes lock with [Name]’s. With her hands on Clarisse’s shoulders, she could feel the heavy breaths Clarisse was trying to take.
“Clarisse.”
“M-m…” She started quietly, her brows shifting from turned down to turned up and back again. Her eyes looking just past the daughter of Hecate in front of her, unfocused.
“Clarisse,” [Name] calls again.
“My… My spear,” Clarisse pants, her fists tightening around nothing.
“Clarisse!” [Name] calls louder, moving her hands from the Are’s girl’s shoulders to cup her face.
Clarisse finally snaps out of it, her eyes falling on the girl in front of her, her shoulders fall and she takes a deep breath.
“Oh Clarisse, I am so sorry,” [Name] brings her into a hug, one arm wrapped around the bigger girl and one holding her head, being careful of her curls.
She tucks her head into [Name]’s neck and takes a deep breath, when she lets it out her grip on the Hecate girl tightens, but her shoulders relax.
“Okay, love. Let’s get you back to your cabin,” [Name] whispers, gently caressing the strong girl’s face, finding that her hand comes back slightly damp, and [Name] knows its not from sweat.
The next afternoon, Clarisse was simmering moping on a bench by the training grounds when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
Clarisse whipped around, standing up quickly, arms crossed, “What?! Oh, it’s just you.”
“Just me,” [Name] repeats, smile on her face.
Her smile causes Clarisse to drop her accusatory glare in favour of a curious head tilt.
“Where were you all day?”
[Name] shrugs, “Around, why? Missed me?”
Clarisse just pouts, brows furrowed, her face somewhere between annoyed and amused.
“Aww, was spending last night in my arms not enough for big, strong, Clarisse?” [Name] giggles, eyes watching the girl before her with fondness. Clarisse was always easy to read.
Clarisse remained silent, but her eyes screamed, ‘yes, it was not enough’.
“Well, don’t you worry. I am here now, and I brought a gift. Hopefully this makes you feel better,” [Name] pulls out Clarisse’s spear—completely fixed as if it hadn’t been broken to begin with— from behind her back, that she was somehow able to conceal.
Clarisse’s eyes blow wide, her arms dropping along with her jaw. She quickly takes the spear from [Name]’s hands, examining it. Feeling how the weight feels in her hands.
“How did you do this,” She questions, still looking at the spear with amazement.
[Name] shrugs, “I may not be a daughter of Hephaestus, but being the daughter of Goddess of witchcraft and sorcery has its benefits when it comes to magical artifacts.”
Clarisse puts the spear on the bench carefully before turning her attention to [Name], taking her face into her hands.
“You are the most beautiful, wonderful, talented, gorgeous,” she kisses [Name] passionately, pulling her closer, before parting again. “-adorable, skilled girl I have ever met.”
She connects their lips again, this time softer, gentler, lovingly.
“You know that?” she questions, looking into [Name]’s eyes.
[Name] giggles, “So, you like it?”
“Yes, dummy,” she kisses her again, a big smile evident as she presses her lips to [Name].
“Now it is time to wave my hot girl and my awesome spear in that little twerps face.”
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“but james potter was a bully””he bullied snape!!!” ok? someone had to do it.
🙄
~Here’s a list of good and shitty things Snape did canonically:
Bad:
•Snape was a blood supremacist who called lily a slur.
•invented a curse for enemies (marauders)
I don’t think a good person would make up a curse which mutilates someone terribly. That too, during his time in Hogwarts.
•oh yeah later on he became a death eater 😋 (the main goal of the death eaters wasto eliminate all muggle-borns in the wizarding world and establish voldemort as its ruler)(magical nazis basically).
Plus when voldy was going to kill lily, Snape was like yk what you can kill the husband and the INFANT just don’t hurt my lily flower teehee like okay james bullied him so him not caring about james made sense but harry was a child bro
•BULLIED CHILDREN DURING HIS TIME AS A PROFESSOR????? he was literally neville’s bogart ffs and not because “some teachers are just scary okay Neville was afraid of almost everything!!!” but because Snape bullied neville on a daily basis plus threatened to kill his pet after a failed potion thingy. plus he made fun hermione’s physical appearance (when draco made her teeth all big and Snape was like hah it’s the same there’s no difference) and he bullied for BEING GOOD AT ACADEMICS LIKE 😭😭😭???? He bullied almost everyone in Hogwarts I just know it.
•sectumsempra’d George’s year off.
•tried to out Remus Lupin as a werewolf for NO reason other than his childish misdemeanour.
Good:
•called Sirius and Remus an old married couple.
•saves Katie bell from a cursed necklace
•saves draco malfoy from a terrible curse that could’ve killed him by the counter charm “vulnera saneteur”
can someone guess which curse Snape saved draco from??? You’re right! It was sectumsempra!
•switched sides or smth
~Here’s a list of good and shitty things james did canonically:
Bad:
•called Snape snivellus (was funny ngl)
•bully snape
Good:
•turned into an illegal animagus at the age of 15 so his werewolf friend (Remus) has company during his transformations.
•took sirius black in after he ran away from an abusive hoursehold.
•SAVED FUCKING SNAPE FROM REMUS IN HIS WEREWOLF FORM AFTER SIRIUS SENT HIM THERE.
JAMES SAVED SNAPE.
•literally died trying to stall Voldemort so Lily and Harry have some time to escape or just live in general.
So my point is canon james was a bit of an asshole but he still did way more good deeds than Snape even though Snape was in all the seven books like one of the good things he did was literally the consequences of his own actions (healing draco).
All of this is canon btw. NONE of it is fanon.
sincerely keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth he did what should have been done.
cutie
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cocoon | k.s.m
pairing... bf!seungmin x gn!reader
tags... hurt/comfort, established relationship, angst with a happy ending!!! soft seungmin 💞
cw... crying, reader is tired and burned out, self-indulgent!
co•coon
noun | a protective or comforting covering
see also: kim seungmin
wc... 948 words
a/n... huge credits to heather for getting me out of my writing slump HAHAHA i tried a different writing style here, let me know what you guys think!
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Tears are threatening to spill out of your eyes and your hair is all disheveled from the amount of times you ran your fingers through it out of frustration. Your aching back is slouched and you just want to take a hot shower, bury yourself in the covers, and sleep all your problems away. As soon as you enter your apartment, you make a beeline for the bathroom and take a quick, steaming shower. You let the stinging drops fall from the showerhead and trail down your skin, washing the remnants of your shampoo and soap away.
Hastily, you enter your bedroom and grab Seungmin's biggest hoodie from his side of the dresser. You slip it on, wearing nothing else than your underwear, drowning yourself in a cocoon of his scent. You nestle in the soft fabric, immersing yourself in the smell of the coffee beans and vanilla lotion that you’re all too familiar with. Not long after you lie down under the covers, you hear shuffling in the living room, muffled by the closed door in between. After a short few seconds, the door creaks open and Seungmin enters the bedroom, his hair damp from his after-practice shower. One look at your red, tired, glossy eyes and he knows just how exhausted you are, so he quietly slips into bed beside you, enveloping his arms around your figure as he pulls you flush against his chest. The room falls silent for a moment, then the cork pops loose and your emotions begin to pour out.
He doesn't utter a word as the sobs violently start to escape your mouth, the heart-wrenching echoes bouncing off the walls. He runs his hands up and down your back and arms, silently soothing you as you let it all out. Once your cries gradually get less abrupt, he pulls you back a bit and tips your head up so he can look you in the eye. He holds your gaze as he brings his hands to your face and wipes the tears away with his thumb, gently caressing your cheeks. Softly, he whispers, "You're so strong, my angel. I know you can get through whatever is causing you trouble. You don't have to talk about it right now, but I’ll be right here when you're ready. Just keep pushing through."
He knows how you’ve been struggling. He takes your trembling hands from where they were resting folded in your lap. After brushing his lips against your knuckles, he brings your hands to wrap around his neck, returning his own to rest on your waist as he leans his forehead against yours. The feeling of endless hard work, endless pain, endless difficulties; he’s been there. He knows how tempting it can be to give up, however, he believes you'll persevere. Why? Because you always do, you just need a little reminder.
“You know, butterflies weren’t always beautiful,” he comments softly, causing your brows to furrow. Seungmin smiles softly as he continues, “They start off as caterpillars, which, by the way, I think look really ugly and scary.” You let out a choked giggle. “They’re all fuzzy and have too many legs for my comfort—anyway. They go through a lot of hardships and challenges as a caterpillar. Then they wrap themselves in a tight, silky cocoon, just like you right now; all wrapped up in my hoodie that’s like ten sizes too big on you.” You roll your glassy eyes, letting a few more tears streak down your cheeks. Seungmin wipes them right away. “Right, so, in that cocoon, they transform. They keep with them all their experiences, everything they’ve learned, and then they emerge as beautiful, majestic butterflies.” He presses a soft peck to your lips. “You will be that butterfly, my love. At the end of all the pain you’re facing right now, it will all be worth it. Your hard work will pay off, trust me.”
The sobs you let out are fractured, separated by your deep inhales as you slowly try to catch your breath. Seungmin is firm in consoling you because, in this time of vulnerability and weakness, he is your pillar. He maintains eye contact while he coaxes deep and steady breaths out of you, his warm hands cradling your face. When you manage to croak out a strangled, but coherent, “I’ve always liked butterflies," he pulls you back to his chest as he resumes stroking his hand over your head.
The sweet little nothings Seungmin whispers into your ears are a melodic string of comfort. He kisses your forehead as the last of your cries start to die down and you finally fall asleep in his arms. Gently, he lifts you off his lap, making sure not to break your hold on his neck. He positions your head to rest snugly on top of your pillow and he pulls the duvet tight around the two of you, making a cocoon containing your intertwined bodies.
When you wake up the next morning, Seungmin still has you protected in his grasp, your limbs wrapped together under the blanket. He jokes about how you're a bit gross for sleeping on his chest when his shirt is painted by your tears and snot. You giggle and whisper out a half-sincere apology as he peppers kisses all over your puffy eyelids. Before the two of you officially start your day, you remain nuzzled in each other’s tangled arms as the birds chirp and the sunlight peeks its way through the curtains. You tell him, “I love you, Seungmin. Thank you for being here.” And he replies, "I love you, too, dummy. You're always safe with me. Don't ever forget that, please.”
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The Valedictorian
Bruno had been focused on school his entire life. Ever since he could remember his whole world had revolved around his education, he spent all of highschool taking Honors classes, volunteering whenever he could, and joining any clubs he could think of to help him get into a good college. It was no surprise to anyone that he had gotten into the college of his dreams and had been invited to a meeting with a few other of the top students at his high school. The principal, Mr. Davis, invited the top 5 students out of all of the seniors to his office to discuss the chance for one of them to be the valedictorian. Alongside Bruno was Korbin, Hamza, Riley, and Gino all of which were truly nerd stereotypes except for Gino. Gino was still incredibly nerdy but he was also a total loner, for the entirety of high school not a single person had really gotten that close to him. After the short meeting, in which the boys learned that they had two months to craft a speech to be judged by Mr. Davis, Bruno headed home and got started on his speech.
(Top Left to Bottom Right: Bruno, Korbin, Hamza, Riley)
Over the next few weeks as all the boys toiled away at their speeches they all would be periodically called in to have meetings with Mr. Davis. The week after they all learned about the speech they all got invited to a meeting the day before it was about to happen. As Bruno was leaving his last class of the day he was talking with Korbin about how their speeches are going. Korbin seemed really proud of what he had done so far, he had admitted to Bruno that he hadn’t written a ton but that he had definitely been working on it whenever he could. The next day as Bruno was walking to go join the other boys in the meeting he ran into Korbin again, but he immediately felt something was off about Korbin. As he was talking to Korbin he realized that Korbin reeked of B.O., noticing that Bruno asked “Korbin, you smell absolutely malodorous today!”. Korbin looked at Bruno with this empty look that seemed to have the slightest hint of confusion hidden within it, he lifted up his arm and took a long deep sniff of his own armpit, “Huh…I guess I am sorta funky broooo…”. It was so odd to Bruno that Korbin was talking sorta like the dumb jocks that they go to school with but he thought that Korbin was just doing a bit or something. Bruno asked Korbin, “Did you put deodorant on today?” and Korbin responded “Uhhhh nah bruh huhuhuh. Why would i wanna cover my broscent?”. It was off putting to Bruno that Korbin was still talking like this but he just wanted to get away from the cloud of Korbin’s teenage funk.
The next day Bruno saw Korbin talking to a group of the baseball jocks in the hallways and headed over, “Hey Korbin!” Bruno cheerfully said, “Do you know this dweeb Korbin?” one of the jocks asked, “Uhhhhh huhuhuh nah I don’t think so!” responded Korbin. Feeling hurt that someone who was always pretty nice to him suddenly acted like he never knew him Bruno began to try and protest to remind Korbin that they know each other. As soon as Bruno opened his mouth and tried to say “But Korbin we do know each other” one of the baseball jocks lifted up his arm revealing a forest of sweaty hair and said “Get out of here before i shove you into my pit prision huhuhuhuhuh”. Quickly retreating from the stench that was pouring out of the jock’s armpits Bruno was so confused about what happened to Korbin, two days ago he was his normal self and now all of a sudden he is transformed into a stupid, smelly 18 year old hanging out with a posse of other brainless teens who never shower enough. Korbin didn’t show up to the next meeting with the other valedictorian candidates, but Bruno began chatting with Hamza about how he was concerned about Korbin. Hamza confided in Bruno that he shared the same sentiment, apparently Hamza went over to Korbin’s house one night to talk to him about their Valedictorian speeches and he completely didn’t recognize Korbin when he opened the door. Hamza told Bruno that Korbin had an absolute 180 and is a total jock now, when Korbin opened the door he was wearing a graphic tank top with pit stains and he had a cloud of body odor that hung around him constantly. Shocked at this, Bruno and Hamza kept talking on the way back to their cars.
The next time there was a meeting Bruno saw Hamza sitting at the table next to Gino and Riley. Riley had a look of disgust covering his face and as Bruno walked into the room he realized why, the entire room smelled like a dutch oven, the room absolutely stank to high heaven. Bruno looked at the boys sitting at the table and watched as Hamza lifted his ass off of the seat and just let a loud ass fart rip out of his ass, “WOOOO HUHUHUH…THAT ONE WAS FOUUULLLL” said Hamza in a voice that was now naturally just a step or two below yelling. As Bruno reluctantly took his seat at the table he looked at the boys again and saw that as Hamza let out another cloud of potent fumes, Riley scooted away and covered his nose with his shirt and Gino just sat there and smirked.
A few days after the meeting most of the boys were coming up on finishing their speeches to submit to Mr. Davis, after the last meeting the boys decided to peer review each others papers. To make it easier they would just split into two pairs, Hamza with Bruno and Riley with Gino. Two days before the next meeting Bruno went over to Hamza’s house to work with him on their speeches. Bruno was let in by Hamza’s little brother who told him that “Hamza should be waiting for you in his room, he has barely left all week! I hope this speech thing is over soon so he can have somewhat of a life again.”. Bruno went upstairs to Hamza’s room and knocked on the door, “COME ON IN BROSKI!” Bruno heard from inside the room. Upon opening the door Bruno was hit with a wave of Hamza’s repugnant ass stench. After recovering from what essentially felt like receiving a fart right in your face, Bruno entered the room and noticed that it looked nothing like a nerd’s room. The room was covered in posters of hunky men, the floor was covered in used clothes, there was trash everywhere, and Hamza was laying in his bed just in underwear and socks. “YOOOO BRUNOOO WELCOME TO MY MAN CAVE!” Hamza bellowed out. “Umm hey Hamza” Bruno said timidly, this was not the Hamza he was talking to a week ago. After trying to read Hamza’s speech, Bruno couldn’t help but notice that about halfway through the quality of the writing went from the writing of a senior in college to the writing of an 8th grader. Turning to face Hamza Bruno was met with Hamza pawing his crotch through his undies. “DUDE?! Can you maybe not do that while I'm here?!” snapped Bruno “WOAH SORRY BRO DIDN’T KNOW THAT WOULD TICK YOU OFF SO MUCH” it seemed that Hamza was stuck always talking in a loud cadence for some reason. “Can you also put something on…like something more than just a jockstrap?”. “OH LEMME PUT ON MY NEW SINGLET COACH JUST GOT IT FOR ME!” Suddenly Hamza reached into a gym bag that had been sitting on the floor and took out a wrestling singlet. As Hamza began to put it on he bent over and Bruno heard Hamza let a fart slip out between his cheeks almost as if he couldn’t control when it happened. Sitting back down after getting the singlet on, Hamza looked at Bruno and flexed for him saying “IM SO GLAD MY BRO GINO INTRODUCED ME TO THE WRESTLING COACH! HE SAYS IM A NATURAL AT IT!”
Bruno hadn’t seen Hamza since he left his house two days before but he was sort of expecting to see him at the meeting. As Bruno got out of his car in the parking lot he saw what looked like Riley walking past his car,”Hey! Riley wait up!” Bruno called out. Riley turned around and Bruno realized that this isn’t the same Riley that he had seen the past few weeks. He was much more disheveled and looked like he was a bonafide skater bro, he opened his mouth and what came out disgusted Bruno. “What’s BEEEELLLCCCHHHH uhhhh up bro?” without missing a beat Riley blew his belch right into Bruno’s face. This was nothing like the quiet nerd who had been silently and politely attending the meetings over the past few weeks. “Woah Riley! What happened to you?!”, “Oh huhuhuh, what are you talking about brochacho? I've always been like this.”, Bruno was so confused, does he not remember that he was a smart preppy guy just a few days ago? “No, you haven't always been like this! Just a few days ago you were like me and Gino!” Bruno watched as Riley tried to think but it was obvious it wasn’t working, Riley scratched his ass and looked into Bruno’s eyes as he let out another loud belch that reeked of his stinking morning breath.
Bruno finally put two and two together, Gino must somehow have something to do with this! Storming into the meeting room Bruno saw Gino sitting alone in the room. Walking right up to Gino, Bruno began integrating him like a mad man asking him question after question about what happened to Korbin, Hamza, and now most recently Riley. Gino played dumb but eventually he realized that Bruno should know what happened to the other nerds. “I can’t believe you figured it out. It took you long enough though.”, “Aha I knew you did something to them! You gotta make them normal again! They aren’t meant to be dumb stinking idiots!”, “Oh don’t worry about them, they are happier now trust me, annnd it gives us more of a chance at being valedictorian”, “I don’t want to be valedictorian if it means making my competition into complete nitwits! What did you even do to them?!”, “ You really want to know?”, “YES! I want to know what you did to make them so…disgusting”, “Well Korbin was easy, I just simply texted him and asked if he wanted to come over and work on our speeches together. He was so naive, he didn’t even think about it before he was at my door. Once I got him to my room I just held him under my armpit until he stopped struggling and from there it was easy enough to influence his foggy brain into hating deodorant and make him realize that his true passion has been baseball not competing to be some nerd. Then Hamza was a little harder, he put up such a fight as I held him down and let my ass stink infect his brain. Oh you should have seen his face as he succumbed to the stench, he looked so cute as he farted out his smarts. I think he realized after the struggle he put up to get me off of him that wrestling was his calling. And poor, sweet Riley, he was the easiest, I mean all I had to do was flirt with him a little the other night and when I leaned in for a kiss he jumped at the opportunity. Then it was all down hill from their for that scrawny dweeb, I burped in his mouth, I thought he would have been disgusted but no he got hard when I did. From there it was just a matter of a few more rancid belches and he was burping out the alphabet, i'm surprised he still knows it heheheh!” “What the fuck how, thats not how anything works!” “Awww is big brained Bruno dumbstruck? Don’t worry I will help you understand.” Bruno sees as Gino gets up from his chair and Bruno begins backing away towards the door. Turning around to open the door, Bruno bumps into Mr. Davis, “Mr. Davis you gotta get me out of here! Gino is crazy!” Bruno cried out, “Hey it’s not nice to talk about a fellow student that way!” Mr. Davis responded “Now why don’t you sit down so that we can get this meeting over with”. “No no no I have to leave!” Mr. Davis grabbed Bruno and calmly said, “But that would ruin my son’s plan”. Shocked, Bruno asked “Your…son…?”, “Yes Bruno, my son, Gino. He has been wanting to be valedictorian for so long that I knew I had to help him.” “What do you mean?! You helped Gino transform the rest of the candidates?!” “Well, sort of…” Mr. Davis remarked. Gino chimed in with “It is our family’s secret, all the Davis men produce such a potent stink that if inhaled directly from the source it will turn the victim into essentially nothing more than a bumbling neanderthal whose new sole purpose is to produce more of the stench that transformed them. And I think it is your turn to join the rest of the boys”.
Struggling to break free from Mr. Davis, Bruno didn’t even notice that Gino had removed his sneaker and was walking towards him. As Gino got up close, Bruno began thrashing his head as to not have Gino’s brain-draining foot funk infiltrate his head. “Daaaad, make him stop that!” Mr. Davis suddenly let out a blundering fart that began to quickly fill the room with the stench of rotten eggs. Breathing in the rank fart filling the room Bruno’s struggle began to cease and he heard Gino say “Nice one Dad, that was nasty! This is gonna be so much easier for me!” Feeling Gino place the foul smelling shoe over his nose and mouth, Bruno tried to the best of his abilities to hold his breath, and as he was trying to think of a way out he couldn’t hold his breath any longer and took a massive whiff of the malodorous prison his face was trapped in. Immediately he felt like his brain was turned into mush, Bruno tried to push the shoe away but with Mr. Davis holding him it was practically impossible. Slowly the stench began to envelop more and more of his brain and at the same time he felt a pressure in his feet. His feet began to stretch and ache as he could hear the fabric of his shoes ripping. As his shoes bursted off of the growing giants that keep him standing, the foot funk he developed to match Gino’s stench poured out and began to fill the room. Gino took a deep breath in and sighed “You stink almost worse than I do heheheh”. Feeling as everything he knew beginning to drift away due to the stupefying odor that Gino was forcing him to breathe and due to his own newly minted teenage foot funk, Bruno desperately tried to hold onto as much of his intelligence as he could, he was doing math equations in his head but with every sniff they got harder and harder, his impeccable knowledge of history was ruined as Gino’s foot funk rendered Bruno almost incapable of remembering yesterday let alone something that happened hundreds of years ago, and the only science fact that he would ever retain is that his dominant pheromones are able to attract the cute little twinks he mindlessly tries to impregnate. Feeling a weird sensation in his head akin to pouring out a can of soda, Bruno began to hump the air as a new pressure grew in his crotch. As he kept feeling the effects of the stink induced brain drain his humping grew more and more intense until he completely lost control of his body and mind and felt as the final bit of his intellect was turned into nothing more than a wet spot in his shorts.
Without any competition Gino easily became valedictorian, while Korbin, Hamza, Riley and Bruno were left as 4 B.O. huffing, fart smelling, belching, and shoe sniffing morons.
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Would you be open to doing a Dad!Husk with daughter reader but nobody knows (except Alastor ofc) until she gets drunk with Angel after seeing a similar scene from episode 5 with Husk and Alastor and starts crying because she’s afraid of losing her dad, and everyone puts the pieces together when Husk starts comforting her? Sorry that it’s super specific 😅
First off, oh my gosh, thank you for your request!!!
It’s all good! I love this prompt! I know that you said reader ends up getting drunk but the story took a bit of a different turn and you just end up going to the bar sober.
I hope that I still did this fic justice though! 🖤
rating: PG
genre: angst and fluff
characters: Dad!Husk x Reader
warnings: abuse, soul owning, panic attack from reader
You knew that being in Hell came with a price. Your dad had tried to shield you from the more… fucked up parts of Hell. But he couldn’t save you from everything, which is why when you were younger he made you promise to never tell anyone you were his daughter. So, you were a kid he found and was taking care of, his assistant, apprentice, a bar back when he was bartending. Which was how you ended up at the hotel.
You knew that your father’s soul was owned by Alastor, who had been nothing but pleasant to you, but there was still a bitterness in your mouth when you looked at him or talked to him. It was at the point where you could forget the fact that Alastor owned Husk’s soul. There were times you were reminded though and reality crashed upon you rudely. Like when both you and Husk were summoned to the hotel to help, and you became a trusty bar back and bartender in training, keeping the secret of Husk’s relationship to you.
This night though, your dad had gone off to find Alastor and Angel had been at the bar asking about different drinks. You couldn’t remember what actually went into Angel’s drink and neither did he saying, “It’s something Husk makes… special. Ya know?”
You sighed and just explained you’d go find Husk and get the ingredients, muttering about getting a recipe book for the bar. You were walking the halls when the lights started flickering. You ran to the hall where it was the worse, seeing Alastor conjure the chain that wrapped around your dad’s neck. Watching as the Radio Demon transformed into his demonic figure and your dad crouched on the ground.
“If this happens again, I’ll make sure you and every other disrespectful wretch knows exactly who they are messing with. Understood?” Alastor says, his voice low.
“Understood.” Husk said as Alastor went back to his normal self.
“Good man.” Alastor whistled as he walked away and you stood there around the corner clutching your chest. Your breathing too quick and tears in your eyes.
‘He wouldn’t actually kill dad, would he?’ you thought to yourself, the reality of Alastor owning Husk’s soul crashing down upon you. You quickly leave the hallway, not wanting your dad to see that you had been there, as you got back to the bar. Still trying to calm your breathing, Angel’s words asking if you got the recipe sounded like they were underwater. You nodded your head to whatever he said, and tried to start making his drink with whatever you thought went into it. Thinking you were doing a pretty good job at not showing how close you were to breaking. Until Angel came behind the bar, grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around to face him. His eyes widened.
“What’s wrong toots?” He asked, his hands gliding over your arms comfortingly and giving you a once over to make sure you weren’t hurt.
“I-I-He-And I-“ And sobs just crashed against your lips as you fell against Angel. Angel freezes in shock, and holds you, trying to calm you down. Charlie and Vaggie hear and come over seeing you a wreck. Your sobs not quieting and now all three are consoling you and attempting to get you to calm down enough to actually understand what’s wrong.
Husk finally comes down stairs, sighing and sees a crowd around the bar, normally crowds and bars are synonymous but not at this hotel. He walks over, his ears picking up your cries, automatically going into protection mode. He brushes through everyone and sees Angel consoling you.
“What’s going on?” He asks and before Angel can answer, you launch yourself at Husk. Still crying, but settling down as you feel him in your arms. Your hand going to his wrist where you could feel his heartbeat and feeling that calms you down further.
“What happened?” He murmurs to you, his arms and wings wrapped around you.
“Angel’s drink-And I didn’t know th’ ingredien’s-Went to find you. And saw you and-and-Al…” You trailed off and buried yourself in Husk’s chest.
“Oh sweetheart.” He murmured. His head dropping to rest on top of yours. “I’m so sorry.”
Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie all look at each other.
“So, that’s not just some bar back, bartender in training you got off the street?” Vaggie asks.
“Yeah, you’s both seem a little familiar with each other.” Angel adds. Husk sighs.
“‘m sorry.” You say lifting yourself off Husk.
“You don’t have anything ta be sorry for. I should be the one apologizin’.” Husk says, his hand on your cheek.
“Not at all.” You shake your head at him.
“Oh shit.” Angel says now looking at you both. “Is that your daughter Husk?” You look wide eyed at Angel and then your dad.
“Yes, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, meet my daughter, Y/N.” Husk says, gesturing to you.
“Hi!” You say waving, looking a bit sheepish. “I’m so sorry we didn’t say anything before. It was just safer this way because-“ Husk interrupts you.
“I’m sure they understand, sweetheart.” Husk looks at all of them and all nod. “And I’m sure this isn’t information that will be getting out either.” Husk looks at all of them again. Again everyone nods.
“On my word, this will stay between us.” Charlie promises.
“Not a word.” Vaggie says. Angel just makes the motion of his lips being zipped and throwing away the key.
“Now, who was wanting a drink?” Husk says, stepping behind the bar.
“Oh, that was me!” Angel pipes up and sits down.
“O’ course it was.” Husk mutters as he starts making the drink and Charlie steps forward more.
“Can we ask questions? I have so many.” She says, looking at Husk then you. You look back at your dad and he motions you forward. You smile and sit next to Angel as Charlie and Vaggie sit down too.
“What do you want to know?” you ask.
The rest of the night was spent around the bar as Charlie, Vaggie and Angel got to know you outside of what you had just been telling them and you had fun poking fun at your dad at times, recounting times like how he taught you to count with poker chips. The laughter bled into the night and marked one of the happier nights that you could remember and for the first time, you were happy to be at the Hazbin Hotel.
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「Who Do You Belong To?」 [Johnny Cage x Fem Reader]
Summary: Being in a relationship with someone like Johnny Cage isn’t easy, especially when they have the same reputation he does, always so much attention always on you and your relationship. But maybe you can use that to your advantage, make them all know who this A-lister belongs to.
Tags: nsfw (basically just porn with a tiny plot lmao), semi public sex, au, dom&sub, switch reader, switch johnny, jealousy, possession, pet names (mostly baby)
An: hiii so this is my first time not only writing smut but also posting anything i write lol, i hope its not shit.. i pretty much only wrote this because i had this idea and no one had written anything like it so i wrote it myself.. anywaysss enjoy :3
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3 months. It had been only 3 months since you started dating the “infamous” Johnny Cage. 3 months and yet you were already more famous than 99% of the population would ever be.
You were still getting used to the fame, the constant cameras flashing in your face and the constant attention. You knew so many women would kill to be where you are, in the arms of Johnny, knowing that didn’t make life any easier. Constantly, new drama would stir up, rumours about you or your boyfriend breaking up or cheating on each other. But that… that was bearable. What wasn’t bearable was Johnny's co-star on his new movie. She wasn’t shy about wanting him and when the rumours started circulating of him ditching you for her she laughed it off and played stupid. “Oh really?”, she laughed, “I cannot confirm nor deny anything, it’s up to the fans imaginations.” That bitch made you livid.
This was supposed to be a relaxing day but you spent all of your time on Johnny's yacht reading the nasty and idiotic comments from the media. It was also extremely hard to relax considering the paparazzi was so close by, it seemed no matter where you went you could not escape them. But that revelation gave you an idea.
Getting up off the lawn chair you were lounging on, you pranced your way over to your boyfriend, who was occupied with writing his own movie. Taking the notebook out of his hands as you got on top of him. He was surprised at first but then smirked, eyeing the way your little body looked in that tiny bikini.
“Johnnyyyyy…” You whined while looking at him through half lidded eyes. Slowly, you grinded yourself on his clothed dick. “I need you right now.” You smiled, seeing the way his face contorted as you moved yourself across his lap. You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I need everyone to understand who you belong to, so do me a favour and fuck me where they all can see.” You felt him hardening underneath you at your words. “Fuck, whatever you say baby.”
You leaned into each other, mouths crashing together in an aggressive kiss. Continuing to grind on each other while making out, only breaking to release some particularly intense whimpers. His large hands running all over your tiny body. Moving your hands down his chiselled abs, you reached the prize. Palming him through his shorts, which elicited the prettiest moans from his mouth.
Finally, you took his cock out, glistening with precum. You ran your delicate hand up and down his shaft, fingers tracing his pretty little veins and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. You raised yourself up, letting him pull your bottoms to the side. You aligned yourself with him and slowly sunk down, making you both moan. You looked out across the water, seeing the many cameras, all focused on you and him. You began moving, listening as he moaned out your name. The way his thick cock stretched you always took you over the edge. You grinded your pretty pussy on him, over and over, not even paying attention to the poor mess of a man beneath you, only staring out at the cameras. Making sure they caught every glimpse of the way you could so easily destroy this big-shot A lister.
“No one else can make you feel this way, right baby?” You purred. “Yes.. fuckkkkk baby yes only you.” You could feel him twitch inside of you while he spoke, he was close. You frowned, “Well that cunt you work with seems to think she owns you.” You pulled yourself off of him, watching him groan with annoyance, his orgasm being denied. “What the fuck? I was close.” Cursing out your name. “Well it’s no fun if we just sit here…” You said, getting off him and leading him to the edge of the boat, your body facing the paparazzi across the water. You bent down in front of him, putting on a show as you pulled down your bikini bottoms. As you did he felt his mouth go dry at the sight of your cunt. You turned back around and moved towards him, arms reaching to grab his hair, suddenly shoving him down on his knees. “Be a good boy and eat me out while your adoring fans watch, maybe then I will let you have what you want.” Your sultry tone doing indescribable things to him.
He started by slowly nibbling and biting at your thighs, hands wrapping around them with ease. You groaned, “Don’t tease me Johnny.” Eyes staring daggers down at him. “Whatever you say…” And with that, he dove right in. His tongue flicking and circling around your clit in ways that could only be described as heavenly. Your hands dug into his hair, shoving his face closer to your aching core. He then moved his mouth down, lapping like a dog at your slick, his nose lightly grazing over your clit, leaving so much more to be desired. Your moans were getting so loud at this point you wouldn't be surprised if everyone on the beach could hear you. “Fuck Johnny, I’m close, you’re doing so good… You look so good on your knees.” Your brain turning to mush as you babble random praises, your orgasm steadily approaching.
And when it hit you were a mess. Moaning out curses and his name, legs turning to jelly. The only thing to stop you from collapsing was his hands, which were glued to your hips. After you finally regained the ability to stand on your own Johnny stood up. Licking the left behind slick on his lips with his tongue. You were about to bark another command at him before he interrupted you. “Agh fuck this. I can't take this anymore.” You were about to question him before he grabbed you, turning you around so he can bend you over on the edge of the boat. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Im fucking tired of this, it’s my turn to ruin you, sound good baby?” His voice sent chills down your spine. You nodded, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. He leaned back and soon you felt his cock between your thighs, gliding along your folds. Then, suddenly, the feeling was gone. You turned back to face johnny only to see him walking towards his chair. He grabbed his phone and then winked at you. “For safekeeping yknow?” He finally was back behind you, stroking himself a bit before finally easing himself into you. He groaned your name, taking you fully. You could hardly contain your whimpers when he started moving.
“You look so good on camera, fuck, you should star in one of my films.” He laughed, now moving at a pace all too slow. “I’ll only star in it if I get to fuck you in it.” You responded, releasing a breath that was somewhere between a laugh and a moan. He took his free hand and moved it to your clit, rough fingers circling it at an insane pace. The combination of him pounding into you and hitting that special spot inside if you and him rubbing your clit had you seeing stars. With the way you were moaning and the way your cunt was tightening around his cock he could tell you were close. “You’re so beautiful when you’re whining around my cock.” He chuckled. “F-fuck.. Johnny please I'm so close.” You stuttered out. Suddenly he grabbed you by your hair, pulling you back into his chest. He held the phone out in front of the 2 of you while beginning a relentless pace. “Smile for the camera while you come undone babe. This is your glamour shot.” You could barely focus on what he was saying due to the pleasure that was shooting through your body. He moved his hand from your hair to your neck and squeezed a little. “I said smile.” His tone was stern and that was the last straw. The knot in your stomach snapped and you came, making sure to look into the camera and smile, per his request. Your moans were near pornographic as you shook from your orgasm, falling back onto the edge of the yacht. He pulled out of you and you couldn’t help notice, he still hadn’t cummed. You turned around and glanced down to his still-hard cock and then to his face.
“You gonna come over here and fix this or what?” He questioned, smirking while he spoke. “I guess it’s only fair… you have been so good to me today Johnny.” You turned, falling to your knees. Now eye level with his length. You moved your hands to it, gently stroking your boyfriends dick, trying to see what reactions and noises you could get to come out of his pretty face. You brought your mouth to his tip, doing short kitten licks to his slit. You moved your tongue all over his cock, licking and tenderly tracing every vein with your tongue. “Come on.. don’t punish me more than you already have..” He begged, looking down at you with those puppy dog eyes you just couldn’t resist. “Grab your phone Johnny, let’s see if that whore will understand who you belong to after this.” He was taken aback by your request but nonetheless complied. The moment he started recording you were ready to put on the performance of a lifetime.
Never taking your eyes off the camera, you stuffed his cock into your mouth. Johnny quietly whimpered at the feeling of you taking him in his mouth but before he could savour it, you pulled his dick out of your mouth with a ‘pop’. “Don’t try and quiet those moans Johnny, I need to make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.” He nodded and you eased your mouth back onto him. Johnny had never seen something more beautiful than you choking on his cock. The way your mouth worked had him sure he was in heaven. His breathing sped up and he grabbed your hair. “Fuck i’m so close, let me fuck this pretty face.” You nodded and he gripped your hair tighter. He was so rough, whimpering and crying out with pleasure while shoving his dick as far down your throat as he could. His thrusts started to become sloppy and before you knew it he was painting your throat white and releasing the hottest groans and praises. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and bent down to inspect his work. “You are so gorgeous, I can never get enough of seeing your little mouth filled with my cum.” He smiled, ending the video and throwing his phone to the side while you swallowed.
Safe to say that the internet was going wild for a few months after the paparazzi released those pictures… and safe to say that his stupid co-star didn’t do shit like that again.
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how do you think would it be if Price comes home after long deployment only for his s/o just started her period lol
john price x afab!reader
⋆｡°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, feminine pet names used, smut! 18+, sorta kinda period sex? (no p in v) 1.3k words
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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖
you heard the door close to your apartment and you felt your eyes crinkle as your mouth transformed into a bright smile.
he was home.
you shuffled out of the kitchen and ran to the front door spotting a huffing price, hanging his coat up and mumbling obscenities to himself–likely having something to do with his soaked clothes from the sudden downpour.
trying to kick his boots off he spun around to face you, his eyes immediately lighting up. he saw the small smile creeping on your face, your hands deep in the sleeves of your sweatshirt and twisting the fabric between your fingers.
"Sweet girl," he almost whispered. your teeth came out in a grin and ran up to your boyfriend, jumping up into his extended arms. you didn't even care that he was soaked from the rain, a chill sliding up your spine at the cold contact.
you yelped as he spun you around, your bare legs wrapping around his waist, your face buried in his neck.
"fuck, i've missed you," you heard him mumble into your hair.
you pulled back slightly and your lips instantly connected with his, one of his hands sliding to the back of your head to pull you closer to him. he nipped on your bottom lip, sliding his lips against yours. his beard tickled in the best way, your fingers stroking through the stubble as you cupped the side of his cheek.
you hadn't even realized he was moving until your back hit the wall, price pushed you against it as he kissed you deeper, his breathing heavy between breaks from your mouth, a low groan forming in the back of his throat.
you felt yourself wince, slightly panicking now as price pinned you against the wall, his hips pressed to yours, and you could feel him harden in his pants. it had been so long since you last saw him. and you missed him so much. you wanted to do this for him. and for yourself too. you wanted this, desperately.
“j-john,” you stuttered as price continues to attack your face, peppering you with kisses.
“mhm?”
your fingers raked through his hair, gently tugging as he nipped at your neck, your voice breathy. “i-i’m… sorry,” you managed to get out.
price immediately stopped, still holding you tight, but now holding your gaze. “gonna elaborate on that?” you could see the cheeky grin forming on his face as he teased you.
he pushed stray hairs behind your ear, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip where your sweatshirt was riding up.
“i just started my period,” your eyes flickered away from him, a bit embarrassed. “i’m sorry. i didn’t want to disappoint you. i know you’ve been—“
he cut you off with a kiss. “stop that.” you looked at him through your eyelashes. “i don’t ever wanna hear you apologize for somethin’ like that.”
he spoke sternly but his eyes were gentle. you timidly nodded, your fingers playing with the sleeve of your hoodie as they rested on price’s shoulders.
he reached under you to grab your butt and carried you away to your bedroom. you clung on to him as he grunted when trying to shake his other boot off his foot on the way.
he sat you down on your bed and he stood between your legs. his fingers went to your chin and tilted your head upwards to look at him. he smelled like rain, mint, and gun powder. god, you missed how his scent surrounded you.
“i missed you so fuckin’ much, love. so fuckin’ much.” he tucked more hair behind your ear. “and of course i wanna ravish the shit outta you. been dreamin’ of it every night since i left. but, baby. i have wanted nothing more than to have you curled up against me, your sweet voice telling me about everything i missed. that’s what i want most.”
“i can still…” you trailed off, looking down at the slight tent still formed in his pants.
he chuckled. “fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he admired you, taking you in, memorizing every curve and shadow of your face.
he leaned down and pulled you in for another kiss, your hands coming out to rest on his hips. he groaned as you gripped him through his pants, prying himself away.
“baby, we don’t have t—“
“i want to. i really want to.” and you did. it wasn’t just about price, you had needs to. you’ve thought of him arriving home on so many different occasions, thinking of all the ways he’d make you come. your face felt hot at the thought.
his thumb stroked over your bottom lip. “jus’ tell me if ya wanna stop.”
you nodded and price grabbed you under your armpits and hoisted you up further in the bed. he hiked up your hoodie to find you only in panties underneath and he grinned.
he slipped off a layer of his clothes before settling between your legs. wait, wait. you thought this meant you were going to go down on him... what was he... "oh," you groaned as he kissed you again before he began to rub you over your underwear. you wiggled beneath him, already feeling so many things run through you at his touch.
you had a tampon in, so even though he couldn’t fuck you there, the rest of you was fair game. there was no way price was going to come home after so long and just let you suck his cock and then go to bed, all while you were forced to sit this one out. he never enjoyed getting off if he knew you weren't going to also.
his hand slid up under your sweatshirt and palmed your breast. the soft massage felt amazing against your sore chest. he groaned as your hips rose to meet his in response. price was now painfully hard against you, his thin trousers doing nothing to stop the sensation.
his hands roamed your body slowly, taking you all in, as his hips began to roll against your own.
you let out a moan instinctively, his cock and all the buttons and metal bits to his pants rubbing against your clothed clit.
you whimpered as he began a steady speed, rocking against you.
“shit, baby,” he mumbled before placing kisses along your neck. your hands grasped his back through his t-shirt, your hips rolling ever so slightly up to meet his. "does this feel good?"
you nodded your head frantically, the effort from chasing this high making it hard to speak. you heard him chuckle to himself softly, his hand finding your own and interlocking your fingers, pressing it to the mattress.
it was no more than a minute before price’s thrusts became erratic, his hips rutting against you vigorously, both of you moaning with every slide against you.
“j-john,” you mewled. his arm resting beside your head held him up so he could look into your eyes as you both already neared the end.
he watched as your eyebrows contorted, your lips parting in a gasp as you bucked up against him, an intense wave of pleasure exploding through you, and any pain you were having earlier completely overtaken by the euphoria.
price growled, his voice hoarse in your ear as he swore and panted, finishing in his pants as he lazily ground against you.
when he finally collapsed against you, you were both out of breath. you started laughing first, making price follow suit and look up at you with a sort of puppy love in his eyes.
he looked down at his watch and gave you a cheeky smile. “record time, huh? guess we really did miss each other.” he kissed your nose before pushing off of you with a grunt (that you suppressed making fun of.)
he pulled you into his arms, making you squeal as he carried you to the bathroom.
“What’dya say we take a warm shower then curl up in bed? hm? i think i’m about to have the best sleep of my life,” he said with a lazy, domestically-content smile on his face.
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What happen if Claw got too many catnip?
Zoomies..absolutely zoomies..
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Puffing out a cloud of smoke from his mouth Price relaxed in his office sitting on his dingy sofa
The smell of cigars scattered around his office, he's done with his paperwork and reading the report
"Hmm...at last some quiet time.." closing his eyes while exhaling the cigar, so unusual that the boys (and one hybrid) become so quiet these days, but at least they didn't do anything ajjs@!jq#qjk or something disaster
Or so he thought...
A loud thump of boots coming from outside then his door is slammed open
"No knocking?" Said Price not opening his eyes, but his forehead could be seen frowning
"S-sorry Cap, its urgent" Gaz approached Price slightly huffing, let out a hard sigh Price put out his cigar and adjusted his hat
"Who is it this time?" asks Price as they walk out of his office
"It-" Before Gaz could even tell him, they heard a loud crash and a couple of distressed voice
then there they saw....
"NYAHAHAHA I'M UNSTOPPABLE!!"
"F***! "
"Someone block her way!!"
"Fuckin' trying over here!"
"Nyahahahaha!!"
Price furrowed and pinched the bridge of his nose shutting his eyes tried to hold down the headache, the fluffy hybrid ran around the trail puff of smoke spreading everywhere where she transformed into a cat and a human
Some of the recruits that helping Soap try to catch her coughing because of her smoke
"I-I don't know why she getting like this, but after she got a package from someone, she's been like this"
"Did you go search for the package?" asked Price, he got a very bad feeling about this
"Well...she hid it in her room its like she doesn't want us to know what's inside the package, now Ghost went to investigate it" explained Gaz, on time Ghost arrived with a medium box in his hand
"That damned..Mexican Cat lovers.." mumbled Ghost as he showed them inside the box
"Cat nip..." grunted Price
"Bloody hell...and so many variations.." Gaz stare at it flabergasted
"she's getting high on a Fucking Catnip" Ghost narrowed his eyebrows, cursing certain Mexican cat lovers
"Not that all that Professor of her secretly send a bunch of snack to her " huffed Ghost, the moment he entered and searched around her room he found a secret snack stacks there
"aside from that scary face she has, she does have a soft spot for Claw... " Gaz muttering about the stoic cold face of old Professor
"what the plan Price?" gruff Ghost still holding the box
"let's catch the fluff --"
"CAPTAINNN~~!!" squealed a certain hybrid as diving herself into Price
Wh- UAGHH!" suddenly his face was being struck by a soft sensation, Gaz gasping and Ghost just stood there like a statue watching their Captain fall off on his back while his bulk arm wrapped around the hybrid waist
As the other recruits stared wide eyes, Gaz tried to take Claw off Price he could almost see Price's soul just snuff out from his mouth
"C'mon sweetheart off you go --" he grabbed her shoulder, then Claw swatted his hand away hissing at him
"NO! NO! My Captain!!"
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3 hours later...
They manage to calm Claw down and put her to sleep on the sofa, the panting Soap lets out a sigh of relief as he crouches beside the sofa and caresses her hair
"Damn... she's really wearing us out, good job there lads... ya can go now.. get some rest" Soap waves to the recruits that helping him as they walk out and wave back at him with a grunt some of them snicker in amusement
"Gonna ban those catnip" grumbled Ghost crossing his arm and eyes on the hybrid
"Couldn't agree more...you okay over there Cap?" Gaz glances at the slumped disheveled Price, his hat placed on his lap you can see a red bump on his forehead
"....Just..leave me alone..and let me rest" Price almost forgot that he got another troublemaker...a big one infact, then he raise his head stare at the sleeping woman on the sofa
Huff in amused, he just couldn’t be mad at her no matter what
Just another day in 141 base...
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Riddle Rosehearts x gn!reader
We learned about disney in film class this week and my mind was infected by images of twst boys lmaoo this game is a disease
I've had a turbulent week but its finally time for the holidays which means.... more schoolwork because our school doesnt subscribe to mental health
Lately, Riddle has been unfocused in class. This is very much unlike him, and he realises this. For him, being this distracted is like a death sentence to his perfect test scores.
He needs to get to the bottom of this, and quick.
Classes are over for the day and he's returning to his dorm to check up on the rose maze. Soon, it will be time for an unbirthday party and he must make sure everything is progressing smoothly.
Especially the painting of the roses, which was started a little late this time.
Ace and Deuce ended up complaining to you about the workload and since you have nothing to do anyways you decided to join them in painting the roses. Grim opted out of it this time since he "has better things to do".
You hummed to yourself as you painted the first rose on a heart shaped bush by yourself.
"What are you doing here?" a strict voice stopped you in your tracks. You'd recognise that voice anywhere. You probably should have asked if it was fine for you to help out beforehand, but you've helped without his permission before, even if it was on account of a certain first year's stupidity.
"I was bored and Ace and Deuce were complaining, so I decided to join. Don't tell me you're mad about free labour from the good of my own heart?" you added the final spot of paint to the rose, pouting back at him dramatically.
"I am thankful for your help, I don't know why you would make such an accusation." And yet, he still looked pissed off for some reason.
You stepped off from the stepstool, moving closer to him and humming. "Then why do you look like an old grumpy persian cat right now?"
"What- I do not!" he defended himself, cheeks turning a little pink as he crossed his arms.
In reality, he's angry that you're doing more work than you have to. He knows how horrible it is to be overworked a little too well and he wants you to be well rested and happy under every circumstance, not helping out when you really don't need to.
"I'll paint the roses. Don't bother yourself. I am much faster because I can simply transform them with my magic anyways." He moved past you, stepping up on the stepstool (which was unnecessary since he can use magic from a distance).
He doesn't really know why, but he gets the urge to protect you sometimes. Even from a task like painting the roses.
"If you say sooo..." you sat down on the soft grass, watching Riddle paint rose after rose. You have to admit, the slight smile on his face is quite adorable.
You could get used to watching this.
"Hey! Get back here, you stupid weasel!" you heard Ace's voice from somewhere in the rose maze. Weasel...? There's only one weasel you know.
And sure enough, in a few seconds Grim was running past you with a mischevious look on his face and a magical pen in his mouth, which you presume belongs to Ace.
Seems he got bored of "all the better stuff he had to do" and decided to cause trouble for poor Ace again. You got up, trying to grab him but ultimately failed in doing so.
"Wait right there!" Riddle yelled after Grim, attempting to stop him with his magic but he was a moment too late with Grim dissapearing behind a corner.
A few moments after him, Ace came running around the corner. "Where did he go?!" he asked frantically, whipping his head around at all the paths where Grim could have gone.
"That way." you pointed casually, already used to their shenanigans.
Ace quickly ran past you, accidentally moving the stepstool in the process and making Riddle stumble and fall over.
You quickly caught him, softening his fall. Thank god you were standing so close to him.
"Wha..." he whispered, cheeks turning red again. What in the world is this feeling? It feels like his chest is tightening, but it feels... good? Being caught in your arms is strange.
"Are you okay?" you asked, concerned by the look on his face.
"I umm.... I am completely fine." Riddle cleared his throat, straightening up and taking a singular step away from you.
"Are you sure? Because you look pretty shaken up to me." you moved close to him again, inspecting his face up close.
"You must be doing that on purpose." he felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest. Now that he thinks about it, this feeling is similar to the one he gets during class. The one he can't get rid of for the life of him.
"What do you mean?" you asked innocently. You really want to kiss his red cheeks right now, but with Riddle you never know if they're red from anger or... something else. You don't want to take any chances, but it's hard to hold back around him sometimes.
"Nevermind. Just do something about those two!" he huffed, turning his head away, face now completely red.
Oops, looks like you ended up painting the housewarden red instead of the roses.
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Yandere! Dragon x gn! royal! Reader
I told myself that i'm just going to write one for today, but the writing prompt was so good I just had to do a yandere version of it.
The Dragon has a human and humanoid form.
Also help this was so long and my mind was literally hazy from being sleepy while writing this.
TW: blood, massacre(?)
The Dragon was someone who was feared all in his life.
He was a symbol of greed, of death, of despair.
A symbol of a faith worse than dying when confronted with.
Yet despite being so infamous, he didn't give a second glance to the people who feared him. He only slept, hunted, ate, and occasionally roasted the humans and non-humans who dared to enter his palace.
He knew he will die alone, so he just awaited for his death.
That is, until he met you.
Sweet thing you are, walking around the forest outside his ruined palace looking for your lost dog who somehow got out of the castle grounds. You seriously didn't want to get out here in the forbidden woods but you loved your dog so much that you just had to.
The dragon was looking at you with a careless gaze, seemingly disinterested with your actions and was about to fly away when you suddenly stumbled into the trap he made to catch food for himself.
He sighed before transforming into his human form, jogging towards you.
But what he didn't expect to see is you going ham on the net, biting and gnawing on it like a feral little monkey.
The world was in a standstill.
Your face started to heat up and you let go of the net from your mouth. You cleared your throat and waved at him, embarrassed yet trying to sweep the incident under the rug.
The dragon's human body shook, a laughter bubbling in his throat threatening to escape. You looked away in shame and told him it was okay to laugh. And he let out the loudest laugh he had laughed after years upon years of living.
After laughing for what feels like an eternity, he freed your body who was dying of shame with a hidden blade near the tree.
You thanked him, still can't look straight as his face before running away. You tossed him a ruby before you ran though. It was also an off color. Giving the ruby an gradient of orange to red like a fire.
He smiled gently and picked the ruby up, caressing the cool feeling and bringing it up to his lips. With a kiss, the dragon kept it in his mouth, transformed, and flew away back to his palace.
The days go by and the dragon continued to watch you from the ruined palace. He loved watching you run around (with the dog that he found shivering close to a pile of rubble inside his territory) and do your royal duties. But he can tell that you prefer being active and was constantly being chased by your maids and servants.
Every night before he goes to sleep, he developed a new sleeping habit where he transforms into his humanoid form and just holding the off color ruby you gave him.
With this ruby, you gave him a new will in life.
It sounds superficial, but you made him look forward more to living.
He decided to secretly defend the kingdom by patrolling the territory, wanting to protect your smile that was brighter than the embers he blows.
Yet despite this, your father was a greedy, greedy man.
He wanted to tip the balance between other kingdoms that he considers his enemies.
So, the king offered your hand to the men who could kill the dragon in the ruined palace in search of a great swordsman.
The dragon was shocked, not because of the sudden manhunt, but the fact that the king placed wanted to give you away to some nobody.
He gritted his teeth.
Nobody was going to take you away from him.
He will make sure of it.
So he burned, massacred, and killed the men who tried to bring his head to the king, crunching their bones and spraying blood to the walls of his palace. The once ivory pillars with a little bit of char was now stained red, almost like the off color ruby he always safekept. The horrible stench of death wafted from the forbidden forest, warding off soldiers and warriors who wanted to be your spouse.
When nobody succeeded, the king gritted his teeth and tried to summon for the dragon. What he didn't know he would actually come.
"Sir dragon!" The king delightfully welcomed him. He was obviously afraid but was keeping his shivers intact. The dragon glared at him and sat down on the throne. The king gritted his teeth and yet he can't do anything.
The dragon glared down at him. The sun and mural at the back casting a fierce golden glow around him that reminded the king that he's not in charge anymore, but this fearsome Dragon.
"May I offer something priceless, sir Dragon. In exchange for your subordination with me!" The king boldly asked.
The dragon raised his eyebrow and burned holes with his stare at the king. "Speak, what is it?" His low, guttural growl emitted stray clouds of ember at the edges of his lips.
"My child!" The king yelled happily. "My only child will be your spouse. To heck with those who died trying to kill you in order to take them as their spouse. You can have them!"
The dragon's breath hitched, a heat bubbling on his stomach.
"Your child? You mean your one and only heir?"
"Yes! Them!"
The dragon leaned back and hid his smirk. This king, despite being so shitty, drives a hard bargain the dragon could not resist.
You sighed as the double doors opened. Your fate was already sealed when your father told you that you were a prize, a reward for the greatest swordsman out there who can kill the dragon.
You also thought you're free when the dragon lived with all the men who attempted to kill him die.
But why are you here, at the end of the church, walking towards the front in a wedding attire and a bouquet in your hand?
Instead, you were offered to the dragon as his spouse.
How cruel.
As you started getting close, you felt such an intense stare from the humanoid dragon, your groom, as he looked at you from afar.
You felt like he'll devour you alive.
Your father offered your hand to the dragon, and the dragon gripped your hand securely. As if when he'll try to loosen it, you'll run away like you always do.
"Look at me."
The guttural voice of the dragon made your hair stand on end so you looked up, your mouth letting out a gasp as his humanoid form transformed into one of a full human.
The human you met at the forbidden forest weeks ago.
The dragon was satisfied with how you looked at him in awe, fear, and familiarity.
As the ceremony went on, the exchange of rings took place. So he brought your hand up.
Your eyes widened when you saw your wedding band. It was made from a golden ring with a small off color ruby on it. Ruby that looked so familiar.
The dragon kissed your ring finger and looked at you with such an intense gaze once more.
"You're finally mine, love."
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for the christmas thing, i think a oneshot that's basically just james and reader with a mistletoe. could be at a party or maybe even while they decorate their house!! whatever you want to do with that prompt is fine though :)
thank you so much for the request, I hope you love it!
𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 - 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔
James Potter x reader
day one of the christmas advent calendar
words; 849
warnings; none
this one is so sweet :)
also it's december finally, literally the best month of the year and my birthday (which is christmas on the dot)
‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ played softly as I entered the Lupin homestead. I smiled as I shrugged off my scarf and coat, gently placing them on the coat rack before walking into the living room.
“Oh, Y/n! You made it!” Lily said happily, leaving the warm side of her boyfriend to give me a tight hug.
“Lily! I’ve missed you.” I responded, hugging her back just as tight.
“Me too, it’s been ages since we’ve last seen each other, hasn’t it?” She asked and I opened my mouth to answer, but was cut off as a large black dog came running into the living room, a dripping spatula caught between its teeth.
Remus ran in after Sirius, “Sirius! Enough, give me back the spatula. Dogs can’t have chocolate, idiot!”
Sirius transformed into his human self, “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m not a dog then, isn’t it?” He looked over to me and licked the spatula. “‘Ello, love, how have you been doing?”
I snorted and pulled him into a hug, “Quite well, if I must say. And you?”
He winked, “I’ve been great. Having a place with your boyfriend, just your boyfriend, is great. If you know what I mean.” I shook my head as I gave Remus a hug, mumbling quiet hello’s to each other.
“Gross.” Peter said, walking out of the kitchen, wearing the most hideous, wretched Christmas sweater I’ve ever seen.
I raised my eyebrows, “Wow, Peter, you really took the ugly part seriously.”
“It’s not ugly, what do you mean?” Peter’s girlfriend, Amanda (sorry to the Amanda’s) piped up and I refrained from rolling my eyes.
“Amanda, you’re here.” I said with a fake smile.
She looked me up and down and grimaced. “I am. For some reason.” She mumbled at the end, walking back into the kitchen. I made eye contact with Lily and she rolled her eyes at her antics.
Everyone retreated to the kitchen as I set my purse down on the coffee table and smiled at the large Christmas tree.
“Everyone gets a hi but me, huh?” I jumped as a voice sounded from behind me.
I turned around, “James. Hi.”
He smiled and pulled me into a hug. “Hello, how have been, love?” He asked softly.
“I’ve been good, how about you?”
“Much better now that you’re in front of me.” He said, taking a step to the side and bringing me with him.
I looked into his eyes as he kept nudging us gently, “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you moving us?”
“Am I moving us?”
I glanced to the side and laughed, taking a step back before we got underneath the mistletoe.
“Not a chance, Potter.” I said smugly, walking past him and into the kitchen with everyone else.
“I’ll get you tonight, L/n.” He called after me and I shook my head.
The oven dinged and Sirius gasped excitedly.
“The cookies!” He exclaimed, jumping up and running to the oven.
Remus shot up, “Sirius, no, you’ll-” Sirius yelped in shock as he burned his finger. Remus sighed, “Burn yourself. Come here.”
I carefully took the cookies from the oven and Remus bandaged up Sirius’ burn. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet smell of the fresh cookies.
“They smell delicious.” I said as I set them on top of the pot holder on the counter. “You did great, Remus.”
He smiled at me, “Thank you.”
“Y/n, come here.” James said, beckoning me over to the doorway.
I shook my head as I took the mittens off, “Nope.” I said as I muttered a cooling spell on the cookies and carefully picked one up.
“Please?” He said. I smiled and walked over, shoving a cookie in his mouth before he could conjure a mistletoe.
I booped his nose as he ate the cookie, defeated. “Stop trying to get me to walk under a mistletoe.”
A few candy cane shots later and everyone was up dancing to ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’. A hand grabbed mine and spun me around as I laughed loudly. James put his other hand on my waist as we swirled and swayed. I failed to notice the way he was gently moving us over, step by step. Eventually, the song ended and a softer one came on as everyone calmed down.
James cleared his throat, “Well, what a coincidence.”
I looked at his face, humming in question before my eyes caught the shimmering of a crystal. I looked up and my heart beat rapidly in my chest as I stared at the mistletoe.
“We can’t break tradition.” He whispered and my eyes met his.
“You’re an ass.” I whispered back before smashing my lips against his. His arm snaked around my waist and bent me backwards slightly as my hand made its way on his cheek. It was nothing short of magical, literally.
“We should go on a date.” He said breathlessly once we pulled away.
I smiled and placed a small kiss on his lips. “If you’re lucky.”
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Imagine: South Downs. Crowley had to fight off predators from his chicken coop
Aziraphale was in the kitchen, reheating his tea.
The day had been peaceful, as so many others for the past few months after the failed Second Coming.
He would spend the day reading or studying and Crowley would either sleep, watch TV, listen to music way too loud or be in the garden with his plants and their adorable little chickens. Chickens that he had refused to get at first, but now treated like children - not in front of Aziraphale though. Never in front of Aziraphale. But Aziraphale knew.
The angel was about to put a biscuit in his mouth when he heard a loud noise, like a bark. A very very loud bark. The biscuit slipped his fingers and ended up on the floor. He stood still, waiting for another noise, and when he heard a loud hiss, he turned off the stove and ran toward the back door, opening it abruptly and invading the garden.
The first thing he saw was the gigantic snake in his chicken coop. A well known snake, at that.
Careful, he got closer, just in time to watch Crowley hiss again at something Aziraphale couldn't quite see yet.
The two poor chicken were hidden in between his black and red coils, maybe a tad more strangled than the demon intended.
"My dear-"
Crowley looked back for a second, caught off guard, squeezing the chickens more tightly without noticing. That's when Aziraphale finally saw the couple of foxes nearby, both looking quite feral, if he was being absolutely honest.
The snake looked back at the animals, approaching them carefully and hissing again, making them take a couple of steps back.
"Oh dear oh dear. Let me."
The angel snapped his fingers and the feral expressions fell off the foxes' adorable lil faces. They looked quite stunned, like they just had woken up from some type of deep sleep. When they noticed the big snake still looking at them, both ran away without thinking twice.
When the coast was surely clear, Crowley transformed back into his corporation, picking up his sunglasses that had fallen when he transformed and putting them on by reflex.
Aziraphale smiled, adoring, and opened the little gate to the chicken coop - careful to close it after entering so the poor dears didn't run away -, approaching his partner.
"Very fierce."
"Shuddup."
"I am being very serious." The angel reached out, taking a couple of feathers from Crowley's hair. "Our local hero."
Crowley rolled his eyes - you could tell by the way he moved his neck along with it - and looked down at the chickens. They were both on the other side of the coup.
"Guess I gave them a scare."
"Don't judge them too harshly." He tapped his arm, ending by closing his hand around Crowley's bicep. "If a gigantic snake squeezed me out of nowhere, I would also get scared." Crowley gasped, looking down at the angel, who slapped his chest playfully. "Not you, my dear. Never you."
#good omens imagine#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#anthony j crowley#aziracrow#asks#anon
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To The Face || D.M x reader
Storyline: You and Draco have a bit of a snowball fight
"Hey!"
Draco whips around as you cover your mouth giggling.
You couldn't help it. The snow was falling and you had this brilliant idea in your head as you felt like you needed to get payback for how much Draco had been purposefully embarrassing you lately.
"Oops." You smirk and your eyes had a twinkle in them as you look at him.
"Oh you just made the biggest mistake." He promises as he reaches down and mutters a spell to turn the snow into a perfect snowball in his hand.
You gasp as you watch it transform, "That's cheating!" And then you got hit in the face with the snow.
He laughs as he had hit you and with your furrowed eyebrows you felt the need to hit him as much as you could. "It's on, babe! Is your father gonna hear about this!?" You quickly make a few balls and pelt him in the face one after the other as he strugles to find cover.
And because he was a cheater he only muttered the spells to turn them and would hit you in the side repeatedly.
You laughed, hiding behind a tree as you collect as much snow as possible trying to get a bigger one, but you hear footsteps and a huge amount of snow got dumped onto your head.
You gasp as some snow had gotten into your shirt and ran down your back and chest before you got tackled into the snow, him ruining your almost finished snowball.
"That was rude!" You tried to push him off but he pins your wrists above your head and stares down at you. His cheeks were pink from the cold and you could see dust from snow on his skin and some on his lashes, making his eyes even more beautiful.
He stares for a few more moments before smiling softly, tilting his head to the side as he plays with your hair. "You look so pretty with snow in your hair and lashes." He leans down and kisses your cheek.
You thought he was so sweet for that.
Until he grabbed a handful of snow not even bothering to make a ball and threw it on your face. Your lips tasting the snow as you licked your lips kicking him off of you as you climbed on top of him, making him laugh. "You little-!"
"Aw c'mon, you know you love me!" He grins cockily up at you and you nearly wanted to strangle him but you reach down and press your lips to his, slowly grabbing some snow in your gloved hands. "I love you so much," You say in between kisses and he looks like he's too busy being in another world from just your words that he didn't realize your other hand was busy.
You laugh as you pull his pants back and shove snow down his underwear before quickly getting up and running away, going up the hill as you hear your boyfriend shout curses at you as he tried to get the snow out of his underwear.
You double over in laughter, holding your stomach as you try not to fall to the ground from how strong your laughter was as you hear his panicked breathing, "Y/N Y/LN!"
"Uh oh." Your eyes widen as you turn and try to run but he was much faster, picking up speed on the hill as he yanks you back into the snow and he falls with you, both of you rolling down the hill. You gasp as felt how cold the snow was and Draco had landed on top of you.
You groan at his weight and he huffs, rolling his eyes. "Look what you did." He blames and pushes himself off.
But the grin you gave him meant you had no regrets and was possibly the best few minutes of your life and you picked yourself up from the ground, dusting off the snow on your clothes. "Wanna get a hot drink?" You ask, offering and he rolls his eyes as he turns to the direction of Hogsmeade. "Obviously."
"You know a 'hey that sounds like a great idea' would've been nice." You huff, following the blonde.
"Yeah and not having snow thrown at my face would've been too." He was ahead of you, but his loud voice carried to your ears.
"Wait up for me!" You yell, trying to pick up your speed but he only went faster, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "No, maybe don't be so slow."
"Don't make me put snow in your pants again."
#draco malfoy#harry potter#draco malfoy x reader#draco x reader#draco malfoy x reader incorrect#draco malfoy fluff
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Summary: “Marinette. My bestie. My platonic soulmate. You are a kleptomaniac.”
In which Marinette is forced to confront her habit of thievery
Word count: 2k
Rating: G
A/N: Written for the pre-reveal, pre-relationship section of the @adrinettezine!
Marinette, Kleptomaniac
“Girl. You can’t be serious.”
“What?” Marinette asked defensively. She attempted to shield the open trunk from view, but this appeared to have no effect on Alya.
“All this junk is stuff you’ve taken from Adrien?”
“It’s not junk!” Marinette said. “They’re my treasures. My Adrien treasures.”
“Right. Your stolen treasures.”
Alya was giving her the “Bestie, this is simply not it” look—pursed lips, arched brows, arms folded in a very judgmental way that Marinette did not like.
“I didn’t— they’re not stolen,” she said. “They were gifts. Like… this! He gave it to me on the first day we met.”
Marinette pulled the black umbrella from the depths of the trunk. She ran a finger over the curved handle, remembering how Adrien’s hand had brushed hers, and couldn’t stop a dreamy little sigh from escaping her lips.
“Uh-huh. And what about this?” Alya wrinkled her nose as she held up a sock, pinching the cuff between her fingers. “You’re telling me Adrien gave you this as a gift?”
Marinette looked down, blushing. “Some of the gifts were… unintentional.”
“Where did you even get this? Did you sneak into his house and raid his laundry basket?”
“Of course not.” Marinette snatched the sock away. “It just fell out of his locker after fencing class one day. And I just, you know, happened to be passing by. And I figured— ”
“— ‘hey, Adrien probably left this stinky sock just for me! Because he saw me creeping around his locker and he was like, “Aw, there goes my Very Good Friend Marinette. I know how much she loves sweaty socks and other soiled clothing items. Maybe next time I’ll leave her my dirty underwear.”’”
Marinette’s face burned. “Alya!” she hissed. “You can’t talk about people’s… you-know-what.”
“Why? Because now you’re thinking of his cute little tushie?” Alya grinned. “Wonder if he’s a boxers guy or a briefs guy. Maybe you should ask him. When you return his stinky sock.”
Marinette opened her mouth, but she really couldn’t form a coherent thought once Adrien’s butt had entered the equation. She stared down at the sock instead.
“It’s not stinky,” she said finally. “I washed it.”
(At first she had decided that she wasn’t going to wash it, because how could she eliminate Adrien’s natural scent, which came from his own perfect skin? But it turned out that even Adrien’s perfect skin had working sweat glands, and soon she had no choice but to put the sock in the wash and douse the remaining contents of the treasure trunk in his new fragrance, Pure.)
“Oh my gosh. Is this… ?” Alya turned over a small box in her hands. “The constipation meds? Really? I thought you were going to burn them after how embarrassed you were about the whole thing.”
“Yeah, but— he got them for me!” Marinette said. “That’s kind of like a gift, right?”
“You have a very strange concept of gift giving.”
“Whatever.”
“What else do you have in here?” Alya started pulling item after item from the trunk—the jacket Adrien had left at her house after a group study session, the crumpled love note he had thrown in the trash on Valentine’s Day, a manga box set he had lent her after her enthusiastic response to his summary of Fruits Basket.
Alya inspected a small drawstring pouch. “What— ”
“No!” Marinette lunged for the pouch, but Alya had already opened it and peered inside.
“Marinette,” she said, “is this hair? Like, actual human hair?”
“It’s not real! I mean, it is real, but— ”
“What did you do? Just pluck it right off his head?”
Marinette bit her lip.
“Oh my gosh, you just plucked it right off his head.”
Marinette let out a huff. “Well, in my defense, I thought he was a wax statue at the time.”
Alya closed her eyes and let out a sigh, the way Papa did when she dropped a plate of pastries for the third time in one day. Marinette squirmed.
“Marinette. My bestie. My platonic soulmate. You are a kleptomaniac.”
“I am not!”
“Girl, listen to me.” Alya put her hands on Marinette’s shoulders. “You know I love you, right?”
Her lips slid into a pout. “Right.”
“You know that I think you are good and wonderful and smart and hot and totally worthy of any person you want to date, right?”
“Right.”
“And you know that I am the number one Adrinette shipper, right?”
“Right.”
Alya straightened. “Well, I regret to inform you that this is officially an intervention. No more stealing from Adrien Agreste.”
“But— ”
Alya held up a hand. “Nope. Everything in this treasure box has to be something Adrien actually gave you. On purpose. We’re gonna go through it right now, and anything that you shouldn’t have, you’re going to give back. You’re supposed to be stealing his heart, not his stuff. Okay?”
Marinette’s shoulders slumped. “Okay.”
It took them nearly an hour to go through the box (mostly because Alya insisted on hearing the backstory of every item). Finally, the trunk was empty, and the items were sorted into two piles—a “keep” pile and a “give back to Adrien” pile.
The “keep” pile was relatively small—the umbrella, her lucky charm, the empty constipation pill box, and various wrappers and scraps of paper that Alya deemed unworthy of returning, because “this is literally a piece of trash, Marinette.”
But the “back to Adrien” pile—well, that one was much bigger.
“I can’t give all this back!” Marinette wailed, draping herself dramatically over the edge of the chaise.
“We talked about this,” Alya said. “It’s not right for you to keep what was never given to you.”
“No, I mean, how am I supposed to give all of this back to him? It’s so much.” She tugged at her pigtails. “He’s gonna think I’m some sort of freak, or creep, or— ”
“— kleptomaniac?”
Marinette groaned, burying her face in her hands.
“Relax.” Alya slung an arm around her shoulder. “We’ll come up with a plan for you to return them one by one. We’ll keep it casual. He’ll never know about the junk hoard.”
Marinette shot her a glare.
“Treasure box,” Alya corrected. “Okay, so which of these items was stol— acquired most recently?”
Marinette looked over the pile. “Um, the pen.”
“Right. That’s the one he dropped in Mendeleiev’s class yesterday and it conveniently rolled directly under your chair.”
“It did!”
“Okay, okay.” Alya picked up the pen and handed it to Marinette. “Tomorrow morning, you walk up to him and say, ‘Hey, Adrien, is this yours? I think you dropped it.’ Say it with me.”
“Hey, Adrien, is this yours? I think you dropped it.”
“Good.” Alya grinned. “Let Operation Kleptomaniac commence.”
Marinette crouched behind the stairs with Alya, watching Adrien and Nino across the courtyard.
“Girl, get that out of your mouth,” Alya said. “It’s not even yours.”
Marinette jolted, slipping the pen out from between her teeth. She inspected the cap. There were a few telltale scratches and dents in it, but maybe that was because Adrien had the same bad pen-chewing habit that she did.
A blush crept over her face. If Adrien had chewed on this pen too, then her lips had touched the same spot as his. An indirect kiss, just like the one she had not-exactly-shared with him a few weeks ago at the movies when he accidentally took a sip of her drink. Alya had almost thrown away that straw, but after an impassioned speech from Marinette about the preservation of cherished memories (and the trace amounts of Adrien’s cellular tissue that come with them), Alya had sighed and agreed that she could keep it.
“What are we still waiting for? It’s time.” Alya yanked Marinette out from behind the stairs and dragged her toward Adrien and Nino. Marinette tried to tug away, but she tripped and tumbled forward.
She braced for impact, but it never came. Instead, she was met with something warm and soft that smelled just like her treasure box—clean linen and citrus.
“Whoa,” Adrien said. “You okay, Marinette?”
Her eyes snapped open, and she jumped out of his arms. “Yar! I mean, yeah! I’m— it’s— it’s all grood. Good.” A too-wide grin stretched across her face, her neck growing hot under her collar.
Adrien smiled. She fixed her gaze on his nose to avoid his unfairly beautiful eyes. Unfortunately, his nose was just as beautiful, and it was even closer to his lips, which made her heart hammer like that weird construction-themed akuma from last week (Bob le Builder, a name which she found both tacky and lazy, but which Chat Noir loved, of course).
“Um,” she said intelligently. What was she supposed to tell him again? Her mind had melted into goo. It was probably spilling out of her ears at this point. Oh no—what if Adrien saw her disgusting brain goo??
Alya was miming something behind Adrien’s back. Paper? Writing?
Oh. Right.
Marinette lifted the pen and let the well-rehearsed words spill out. “Adrien, is this yours? I think I’m in love with you.”
She froze. Adrien’s eyebrows shot up, perfect lips forming a tiny o of surprise. Behind him, Alya slapped her hand to her forehead.
“It!” Marinette blurted, much too loudly. “The pen. That’s what I’m in love with. It’s like a pencil, but more darker and, um, smeary-er. I mean, it has such a great… writing— smooth— ink… ness. W-where did you get it?”
Adrien blinked. Then a laugh bubbled out of him.
“It’s just a pen, Marinette. If you like it that much, you can keep it.”
“R-really?”
“Of course! I’ve got a bunch more.” He smiled warmly, sending a golden shimmer all the way down to her toes.
“Well, how about a trade? You can have one of mine!” She shrugged off her backpack and pulled out her pack of pink gel pens. “Um, unless you don’t like pink?”
“How could I not like pink? It’s your signature color.” He grinned, taking one of the pens. “Thanks! And, by the way, you might want to disinfect that other pen. I have kind of a bad habit of chewing on the cap. Sorry. Would you rather have a new one? I’d be happy to—”
“No!” she said quickly. “No, that’s fine. Thanks.”
“Okay, then. See you in class!” Adrien waved, and then she watched him walk away with Nino, slipping the gel pen in his pocket.
“Well, that was… interesting,” Alya said. “But I guess it was technically a success. Nice work, klepto.”
Marinette smiled down at the pen in her hand.
Maybe Operation Kleptomaniac wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Adrien sat in his desk chair, rolling the pink gel pen between his fingers.
“Man, that Pigtails is so weird,” Plagg commented through a mouthful of cheese.
“She’s not weird,” Adrien said. “She’s just… ”
He paused. He didn’t quite have the words for what Marinette was. Smart, definitely. Kind. Funny. Passionate. Brave. Talented. A good person. A good friend.
“… she’s Marinette,” he finished.
Adrien pulled open his desk drawer and took out a little box. Inside were various items he’d collected since he started school. An old CD from Nino. A sparkly invitation to Rose’s birthday party. A spoon from an ice cream cone he’d shared with Kagami. The wrapper from the piece of gum Alya had offered him on his second day. The ticket stubs from the movies he’d seen with Marinette last month.
Now that he thought of it, most of the things in the box came from Marinette. There were ribbons from bags of homemade pastries, knicknacks she’d made for all her friends, a dozen handwritten notes (always signed “Your friend, Marinette”).
“I don’t get why you keep all this stuff,” Plagg said. “It’s just a bunch of junk.”
Adrien carefully placed the pink gel pen in the box, between his Kitty Section mask and the pair of fake glasses “Marino” had left behind.
“They’re not junk.” He smiled. “They’re treasures.”
#adrinette#ml#miraculous ladybug#adrienette#mine#my fics#ml fics#i think this is one of the silliest things i've ever written haha it was fun :D
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Contraband
"Miss Black, how many times have you been told you that running shoes are not part of our uniform?" said the kind but stern Principal Kent, catching Kelly between classes. "I know, sir, but my shoes were taken by the other girls, Samantha and her gang. I only have my trainers left."
Kent looked at her, still stern, but a flicker of empathy registered in his face. "One of these days, Kelly, you're going to have to stand up to them. You need to be more aggressive. For now, here take this key, it will get you into the confiscation room, there is surely to be a pair of shoes in there you can borrow. Quickly now!" he said hoping no one would see his obvious favouritism to Kelly.
Kelly nodded, feeling the weight of isolation as she walked down the corridor. Bullied and friendless, the boarding school seemed like a never-ending maze of hostility. As she entered the contraband room, she wondered if there would ever be a day when she could break free from the clutches of Samantha and her gang.
Kelly scoured the room, scanning through a sea of forgotten and illicit items. She passed a whole host of things that ranged from cigarettes all the way to dildos. There seemed to be items from every decade in there.
Finally her eyes fell upon the box marked 'shoes.' Inside, an array of styles and vintage greeted her, but one pair seized her attention immediately. Sky high white stilettos, barely acceptable within the dress code, beckoned her. These were shoes she would have never considered before; too sexy, too trashy, she thought, for her plain, boring body.
And yet something about them was nearly daring her to try them, to step outside her comfort zone. Hesitant, Kelly pulled the stilettos from the box. As she ran her fingers along the shiny material them, a rebellious spark ignited within her. Perhaps it was time for a change, a departure from the identity imposed on her by Samantha and her gang. She tried them on, the unfamiliar sensation of height and confidence taking hold.
She unsteadily walked a few feet to a nearby lengthwise mirror and took in her reflection. The shoes looked ridiculous on her, her messy hair, glasses and oversized clothes clashed immediately with the shoes. She cursed to herself. For even thinking they might look good on her.
However as she reached down to take them off the stilettos suddenly seemed to tighten around her feet of their own accord. A strange sensation washed over her, making her lightheaded. Dark purple wisps wafted off the shoes, swirling up her legs and around her body. The room crackled with an energy both electric and foreboding.
Kelly gasped as the purple cloud shot into her mouth and slithered down her throat making her cough. Despite the discomfort she felt a most pleasurable sensation start in her stomach and radiate outwards. She felt her very bones creak and her skin stretch and go taut in equally measure. Her body somehow changing.
The shoes, now snug against her feet, seemed to sculpt her legs, elongating them with an ethereal elegance. Her posture shifted, adopting a more defiant stance that hinted at newfound confidence. The curves of her silhouette became more pronounced, as if the magic sought to highlight a beauty that had long been overlooked.
“Ohhh god what’s happening to me? I feel so… nasty.” She groaned as the changes continued.
Her clothing, seemingly touched by the same mystical forces, clung to her transformed figure with a provocative allure. The ordinary uniform tightened around her increasingly shrinking stomach. Her shirt tied up at the middle to expose her new flat midriff and to act as a bra for her now bigger tits. The once modest knee length skirt shortened to a length that would expose her privates with the most subtle of breezes.
The very thought would have made Kelly blush previously but was now turning her on. So much so that she was delighted when she felt her underwear dissolve away leaving her pussy bare.
“Oh fuck yes it’ll be so much easier to fuck studs like this. Oh god what am I saying? That’s not the kind of girl I am! Mmmm but I could be.” She groaned in pleasure.
Her messy brunette locks underwent a startling change, gradually transitioning to a lustrous and thick mane, gaining several inches in height as if was made of hairspray.
Simultaneously, fake nails snapped on her fingers. As if guided by an unseen hand, they took on a polished white sheen to match her new shoes. Finally her skin took on a bronzed fake tan look from head to toe and thick sexy makeup covered her face.
As Kelly eyed herself in the mirror, a personality crystallized in her mind. The girl staring back at her wasn’t some delicate well spoken wallflower who bent to the orders of anyone, not least Samantha and her clique of stuck up princesses.
No, Kelly was now a girl who did whatever she wanted and fuck the consequences. She was a trashy bitch who lived for life’s pleasure’s. A wicked grin crept across her face. "Fuck, look at me now, I’m proper changed, innit? No more being the soft target for those posh sluts. I feel so nasty and mean, I fuckin’ love it!"
She played with her thick hair, and started chewing on gum that had somehow appeared in her mouth. "Gone from plain Jane to a fuckin' babe. Never thought I'd look so good as slutty chav."
Her eyes glinted with a rebellious fire. "Those slag bullies won't know what to do with me. I'm not a fuckin’ pushover anymore.” She laughed to herself as she picked up the box of cigarettes she had seen earlier and sparked up on.
She breathed in deep its smoke, letting it coat her lungs. She blew a perfect ring as if she had done it a thousand times. She ran her fingers along the shelves of the room pocketing or wearing anything that caught her eye. She quickly lost track of time and ignored the bell ring signalling the end of class.
She was just eying a huge dildo when Principal Kent, concerned by Kelly's prolonged absence, entered the room with a purpose. However, as his eyes fell upon the transformed figure before him, shock and disbelief painted his features. "Kelly, what in the world..."
She looked at him first like the authorial figure he was and was about to scowl but then something started to grow inside of her, a sudden lust. Kelly had always been fond of Kent and that fondness had transformed into a newfound need to fuck him. She couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of tasting his dick and making him cum inside her. She stubbed her cigarette on the ground with her new heels and walked over to him like a panther.
She walked past his open mouthed stance and closed the door. With a turn of the lock she sealed the two of them in. She put her hands behind her butt and arched her back at him, pushing out her cleavage. Kent gulped.
“Ohhhh sir, I’m so glad you came, I got locked in here by mistake. You’re my knight in shining armour.” She said with a dangerous smile as she slowly approached him. He backed away into a shelf, pinned in by the new Kelly.
“Miss Black, I think we need to find you some help, why don’t we…” He began nervously.
Her wicked grin cut through his words as she stood confidently in his path. "Principal Kent, no need for help. I’ve learned the one thing you’ve always said I needed to be. Aggressive. And call me Kelly, babe."
In a bold move, Kelly seized Principal Kent by the head, pulling him into a deep and unexpected kiss. As their lips met, the magic within her stomach rose up and out her mouth entering Kent’s body. Kelly pulled back from their kiss and found Kent to be in a sort of trance.
“Well isn’t this a surprise?” Kelly said waving her hand in front of his face to no reaction while tasting the lingering magic on her lips. Smirking to herself she undid his belt buckle and let his pants slide to the floor. Pulling his underwear down she was dismayed to find a fairly insignificant penis staring back at her.
“Let’s see what my slutty magic mouth can do about this.” She grinned as she wrapped her pink lips around his cock and began sucking. To her delight she felt it grow larger in her mouth. However Kent seemed to break from his trance by her slurping but rather than stop her he grabbed her hair and guided his cock in and out of her mouth.
“Oh fuck yes you dirty slag, suck my big cock. Oh what am I saying? What are you doing to me.” He groaned in confusion but finding it hard to stop himself. Kelly looked up at him with satisfied dirty look on her face as she watched the magic start to spiral out from her mouth, down his shaft and infect the rest of his body.
His body began to bulk outwards along his arms and legs, becoming strong and muscular. His flabby middle aged stomach sucked in and became a toned six pack. He aged backwards, going from his 40 something self into an 18 year old hunk with a stylish haircut and chiselled jaw line. His muted suit turned into one of the school uniforms that barely contained his new bulging form.
He couldn’t help but look at himself in the mirror as Kelly continued to suck him off. He flexed his muscles and practiced a scowl. Like Kelly before him he found a new persona emerge the more he looked at his reflection. One that was mean, cruel and loved to bully. The only thing he loved more was his bitchy girlfriend Kelly.
He felt his huge dick start to spasm as he let the new personality take over, he was about to cum but Kelly had other plans. Pulling his dick out of her mouth she started to stroke it slowly as she stood up and slipped her wet pussy onto it. They both moaned in unison as she did.
“Ohhhh fuck babe I don’t know what you did to me but I fucking love it. I feel like such a bastard now.” He grinned.
“Stop bloody talking will ya and fuck me!” She said with a cheeky grin as he lifted her off the ground and pushed her against a wall. She groaned in ecstasy Ashe rammed his member into her wanting pussy again and again.
“Cum in me you fucking bastard!” She groaned loudly that she was sure most of school would hear. Kent obliged by thrusting long and hard into her. The magic that she had imparted on him was now re-entering her body. With each drop of cum coming in Kent started to revert back to his older form.
“No! No! What’s happening to me?” Kent cried out as he slowly dropped Kelly to the ground unable to hold her with his weaker arms. Kelly smirked to herself as she watched Kent turn completely back to his normal self.
“Sorry babe, but the magic likes to come back to me, I can’t help it can I? But tell you what, you be a good little principal and let me do whatever the fuck I want and we can make this a daily thing. Deal?” She said as she toyed with her hair.
Kent looked at her tight body and her sexy smile and knew he would do anything she asked. Anything to feel strong again and anything to feel her warm pussy again. He nodded. With that Kelly disappeared into the shelves to retrieve something.
“Good. First things first, the uniform code doesn’t apply to me anymore got it? I can wear whatever the fuck I want from know on got it?” She called out from deep in the room.
“Oh I don’t think I can do that, it will be obvious favouritism….” He started but trailed off as Kelly emerged dressed in a new outfit. He gulped and felt his dick get instantly hard.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to be your new student liaison, or something proper like that, so I’ll need to stand out from the rest of school or make up whatever excuse you want I don’t fucking care. Either way we’re going to be spending a lot more time together and you’re going to help me rule this dump. Aren’t you babe?” She said more as a statement of fact than a request.
She didn’t need to sink to her knees and suck him off again but she had gotten so horny thinking about what a mean bitchy queen chav she was going to be that she wanted big strong Kent back and Kent wasn’t going to argue.
THE END
#f2f#corruption#bitchification#magic#evil bitch#evil couple#corrupted couple#corrupted shoes#corrupted clothing
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