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misseviehyde · 1 month

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BIG CUCK

"OMG - dude, our bully has turned me into a perfect physical copy of your hot girlfriend Jenna. Why the fuck would he do that to me? I'm your best-friend and he does this to me?

He must be up to something evil. That asshole is so manipulative and evil. He loves to play games.

He's been trying to get Jenna to sleep with him for months but she loves you too much. We can both see that she has real chemistry with Aaron and she's come so close to fucking him, but her love and loyalty to you is the only thing stopping her.

Now he's used the magic remote to copy her exactly onto me. I have her tits, her long blonde hair... even her sexy tan. Oooh shit, that's not all I have. This thing has copied her personality and desires onto me - they're starting to catch up with me. I can feel my mind changing.

Dude, I feel so fucking pretty and spoiled. My skin feels like buttermilk and my body is so tiny and perfect. Ooooh, I feel like totally feminine and girly. Jenna's personality fits like soooo nicely over my own.

I can even feel an echo of her love for you growing in my heart. Oh my God, I fucking love you. I love you so damn much.

Oh shit, here comes Aaron. Don't worry baby, I won't let that asshole hurt you.

What the fuck do you want you bastard? Why have you turned me into Jenna?

You're going to make him enjoy being a cuckold so that he'll encourage the real Jenna to fuck you? No... that's evil, and it won't work. Jenna loves him and so do I.

What do you mean you're gonna corrupt me so I love you instead and I become an evil whore? Nooooo, don't ugghhh point that remote at me... ahhhh fuck what are you doing?

Ugggh dude, you have to get out of here... he's melting my brain... making me uuuuuhhhhhh slutty and mean. I... I... I'm trying to fight it, but it feels so good. I can feel Jenna's love for you being, uuuugghhh twisted and corrupted into something wicked.

Ohhhh fuck, yessss, I like boys. Nnnn nooo I like MEN. Alpha Men. N...nooo that isn't right is it? Mmmmh, it feels kinda right though.

Ohhhh no he's making me bad and I can't ughhhh fight it. Twisting my sexuality and my mind. He's making me into evil-Jenna and I like it.

Mmmmh, yessss... only big cock will satisfy me. Only bullies make me WET. I'm a bully too? I am? Oh yeah, of course I am. I love being better than other girls. Yessss, I'm a fucking BITCH. I fucking dominate other girls. I dress like a fucking bitch, I AM a BITCH!

Hahah, ohhhh fuck this feels good. To have this smoking hot body... tight and smooth, feminine and powerful. To know men lust and desire after me. No one can understand why I'm dating such a pathetic loser for a boyfriend. Even I can't unders...

I... oh yeah of course. I date you because you're pathetic and weak. You're SO in love with me and think I'm an angel. I use you to get what I want. You pay for my clothes and my makeup. You give me lifts and cook me dinner. You even do my homework for me. But the truth is I fucking h... hate you.

Ugggh, noooo that isn't mmmmmh right, I lll..lllov... NO. NO, I can't fight it. It feels too good when I say it. I... I HATE you. I fucking hate what a weak pathetic loser you are, but it makes me wet to date you and enslave you and fuck other men. Better men.

Men like Aaron. Yeah, that's right. I like his big fat cock and his bullying attitude. He turns me on... he makes me wanna be a slut for him.

And you like it too don't you loser? You know I'm not the real Jenna, but this is how she really feels. Deep down inside she despises you and uses you to get what she wants. But really she wants to fuck other boys and you want her too.

The thought of being a cuck excites you doesn't it? Of kneeling between my legs and licking Aaron's cum out of my tight pussy. You wanna watch him fuck me. You wanna see me fucking scream and cum all over his cock.

He can pound me in ways you never could. You can only last a few seconds inside me, he can go for hours. HAHA ohhhh fuck yes, it makes me so horny to be evil to you. I love what a bitch I am.

Now then loser are you ready to watch Aaron put his strong hands all over my tight body. He's gonna bend me over, pull my panties to one side and slide that big dick into my tight little pussy.

I'm gonna fucking ride him for hours, pumping my pussy up and down on his cock. I'm gonna suck his balls and swallow his cock deep down my pretty throat. I'm gonna make you watch as he fucks me doggy, then lets me ride cowgirl. Every position, every possible type of sex - he's gonna show you how much better he is than you.

When he's done and I'm dripping with his cum, you'll never forget how hot I look - how happy and satisfied. When you see the real Jenna you'll not be able to stop thinking about her covered in Aaron's spunk. You'll do anything to help her become like me. You want to see the evil-Jenna take control.

This is the beginning of your addiction. Now get ready loser - because it's time for Jenna to get railed.

I can't wait for you to become a big cuck as I take this big cock...

#evie hyde #corruption #m2f transformation #bully #sluttified #taunting #evil #magic remote

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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can i request nsfw saul goodman x gender neutral reader? I’m thinking the reader is his assistant or something like that. It can be a story or headcanons it’s up to you. Thanks! ❤️

gonna do hcs bc i wanted to make sure to get this done for u 😘

you could have the most impeccable resume in the world or you could have "pwease hire me 🥺" scribbled in crayon on a mcdonald's napkin. if saul thinks you're hot, you're hired.

yes, he's going to try to make moves. yes, they're going to be cringe.

in true slippin' jimmy fashion i see him having a lot of "accidents" on the job to try to get what he wants

"oh noooo im so sorry i spilled coffee all over your brand new shirt! clumsy me :(" *ogles your chest all day*

*bumps into you while he's carrying a comically large stack of papers* "aw man! help me pick these up, will ya? gotta make sure we get these in order." *"accidentally" brushes your ass while reaching behind you*

call him a pervert/dirty old man after he tries something. he's into it.

i can see this becoming a fun dynamic where you'd tease back >:3c wearing VERY risqué outfits to work and always making sure to have one extra button undone, swaying your hips a little extra as you walk. "oopsie i dropped my pen! lemme just stick my entire ass in your face bend over and pick it up 😏"

one day you come in wearing a particularly slutty outfit and sit on his desk to discuss a case. he'd be staring up at your exposed skin for long enough that eventually he'd get fed up with the formalities and shoot you straight.

"look, kid, let's cut the bullshit. are we doing this or not?"

"doing what, mr. goodman? i have nooo idea what you're talking about."

"come on, yes you do," he'd stand up from his desk and put his hands on your hips, "walking in here dressed like that, climbing on my desk and practically giving me a lap dance? that's what we call 'leading the witness', sweetheart."

and then y'all would fuck nasty in his office during breaks 😌

he loves doing it on/at his desk. his absolute favorite is when you're bent over the top of it and he's taking you from behind.

definitely an exhibitionist. his office is soundproof but i bet he'd love to flirt with the idea of getting caught. ESPECIALLY if you're being a brat.

"oh, you wanna act up right now? maybe i should just turn on the intercom and let the good people of albuquerque hear what a whore you really are."

he will ABSOLUTELY tease you under the desk in front of clients because he likes seeing you squirm.

he's either really lovey dovey with aftercare (cuddling, smooching your face, petting your hair, telling you how good you were) or he's immediately back in business mode.

you'd be slumped over drooling on his desk with his cum leaking out of you and he just taps you on the shoulder. "hey, space cadet, when you get back down from orbit, you think you can put your pants back on? we got a line of people waiting outside."

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restlesschilled · 2 months

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TMagP 010 reaction

Note: I am a backer, so this was originally written on March 12, and posted on March 14

without further ado

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO

TITLE

is this a Saturday night live situation of more of a Saturday night fever

DEDICATION

ah the good old talking about the magnus archives to people who dont listen and sounding insane... absolute mood

IM SO FUCKING EXCITED

CASE

BONZO

BONZO BONZO BONZO

nigels sos

Mr.Six sounds like a fun bit EXCEPT IN THE CONTEXT OF THIS SHOW

Berried/buried

the laugh track is so unnerving

this is horrifying

IM SORRY HE BROKE HIS ARM???

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HAZING RITUAL

TORMENTORS IN THE DUNGEON

the music

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE BONZO BUTCHER

BONZO SKIN SUIT????

IM SHAKING

"in the edgier parts of the internet" Gwen lol

3 murders

POST CASE

colin

dont hurt celia

celia call lena

hes not suppose to be there

ALICE AND SAM DOING A THING IN A PLACE

raining... lovely and ominous

"its saturday night and im choosing to hang out in a hole with you"

"a wet hole and not the good kind either" ALICE MY LOVE

key

GWEN

HERE WE GO

gwen please be safe

WHATY

WHAT

GWEN

BONZO

GWEN

BABY GIRL

OMG HES COMMITING THE MURDERS

FOR THE OIAR

GWEN MY POOR BABY

GET OUT OF HIS HOUSE

CUT BACK TO SAM AND ALICE

samama "noodle arms" khalid

"little baby shrimp sam routine"

"well we tried come on"

ARE YOU TELLING ME IT WAS MUFFLED CAUSE IT WAS BEHIND THE DOOR

someones office i guess

ARCHIE

"archipelago"... sam

SHE SAID IT

SHE SAID THE THING

"ARCHITECT.... ARCHIVE"

WORMTRACKS

SYMBOLS OF ANCIENT OTHERWORLDLY POWER

ALICE

SHE HAS TO KNOW... AT LEAST SUBLIMINALLY

SOMEWHERE IN HER MIND SHE KNOW

"theres my baby shrimp"

THE PINNING

BANG

DOOR

OH NOOO

OHHHHHH NOOOO

I THINK WE FOUND RED CANARY

OR JONAH

OR THE ARCHIVIST

CREDITS

Beth Eyre Played [ERROR]

Mr Bonzo was uncredited

#Alice and Sam go to a place and do a thing #the magnus protocol spoilers #the magnus protocol #mr bonzo #gwendolyn bouchard #gwen bouchard #samama khalid #sam khalid #alice dyer #celia ripley #colin becher #the magnus institute

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nortism · 4 months

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live blogging doctor who pt 2

s1 ep2: the end of the world

- i love that the alien time machine operates by hand crank

- there is not a chance in hell we survive for 5 billion years but i appreciate the optimism

-the national trust moving the continents back 😭😭

- omg the cunty trans skin thing!!!

- not tainted love 😭😭

- nooo the blue plumber lady nooo

- she talks to plants i’m obsessed with her

- BITCHY TRAMPOLINE

- the doctor is so much stronger then me, i love u tree lady

- TOXICCCC oh this is so good

- TREE LADY NOOOO

- rip cunty skin lady u were a real one

-sad backstory bro let’s get chips

- rose is literally such a cutie sorry i’m OBSESSED

- i know she gets to kiss david tennant’s doctor but i hope she kisses this one too, she deserves it

s1 ep3: the unquiet dead

- uh oh possessed corpse

- glad we’re going back to the past bc honestly i do not gaf about future

- uh oh not mark gatiss of the show that shall not be named

- fuck yeah bodysnatching episode

- the doctor and rose r low-key so cute together

- ayyyy charles dickens

- aww victorian rose she’s such a cutie

- asking a zombie if they’re alright, she’s so funny

- i love how rose makes friends every working class girl she finds, she’s not forgetting her roots

- FUCK YEAH SEANCE TIME!!!

- uh oh turns out the zombies weren’t great

- aww the handhold

- that was def my fav episode so far

#nortism liveblogs doctor who #doctor who #ninth doctor #rose tyler #ninerose #doctor who liveblog #doctor who lb

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missamyrisa2 · 3 months

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hey ummmm about kink specific teases

I may or may not have a really intense armpit (and sweat but that's not everyone's cup o' tea) kink. Could I request a really mean tease for those? 👉👈

"Now make with the shirt~!" I demand, snapping my fingers and holding them out~ before reaching right under your arms and tickling playfully, pushing you back towards a nice comfy chair~ "and let's put those arms somewhere safe, shall we? Yesss yes yes just relax I'm going to get these arms nice and snugggg back here with allll this soft rope~ around and around we goooo~ don't you love how it's all pink and cuteeee? Noooo? Well maybe when I get your pits matching the rope you'll think it's adorable ~ Ahh yes there we goooo and a little testy testtt yesss look at these lovely armpitttsss~ these armpitssss? Yeahhhh Oneeee armpit~ twoooo armpitsss" my fingers glide and dance testing your bonds one after another, probing down your arms to the rims of your pitties~

"Awww does this tiiiickle? It's just a little~pitter~patter~ Wellll you tell your tickle mama alll about itttt~" I snicker and position myself over your lap, scrunching my fingers as I start bringing them down. "Mmmhmmm mhmmm~ you like being tickled here huh? Is that why you're sooooo gigglegaspyyy? Nooo? Yeahhh? Coochie coooo~ yesss I'm gonna coochie coooo your pitttiesss~ mmhmm look at how exquisiteeee~" I trace around the edges and make little circles inward, exploring every bit of skin I can find under your arms while I hum and coo thoughtfully~ drinking in your every reaction and lingering whenever I hear a good squeak~

"Hmm hmm hmmm~ I thiiiink these armpits are little dustyyyyy~ ooh yes, I see a litttle fleck of dusttyyy right there. Mmmhm and heree my goodness darling, do you not dust these cute pittiesss?" I smirk knowingly and reach into my shorts pocket to retrieve a fan shaped makeup brush with pink tips. "Let's just get you cleaned up then~" I grasp at your outer pit with one hand and start briskly brushing my soft tool back and forth. "Hold still ~ this miiiight tickle~!!" I work my tool around, fluffing and brushing away with merry cooing sounds at your every reaction. "And now the other side oooh yes gotta get em both ohhh yesss we doooo~" I lean in carefully, making sure my soft hair and material of my outfit graze against your exposed upper body to tease~

Softer and softer I tease and tickle at your armpits until I get your head a little fuzzy, before I suddenly lean in and bury my soft lips into the center of one, kissing and blowing a raspberry. "bbbbzztttt!! Awww how's thattttt? How often do you dream about having your armpits tickled and kissed huh?" I press my lips to your other pit as you try to answer, fingers tracing playfully at the lower curves of each underarm. "Oooh getting so worked up are weee? Getting a little hot in the pitssss? Tell meee how much you loooove your armpit ticklesss~ you sayyy pleaseee tickle mama pleeeease tickle my pitssss~!"

With a sly grin I scoot closer and pull up the tip of my braided hair, and after dipping it into a conveniently placed cup of water I twist it into a point and start snickering. "Let's hear all about it nowww~ how long have you loved having your pits examined and probed and teased and bullied?" I question and interrogate and poke and stroke your hyper sensitive skin with my braid tip, swirling around in long looping patterns ~ "Do you just love it so much when I tickle here? What's more ticklyyy? My braid or the brush or fingerssss?" I plant kisses and mix my fingers into the tickles too, digging in whenever you try to get an answer out.

"What? Does it tickle sooo gooood? Not if I kiss? Huhhh? Kissyyy on your pittyyyy? What a pity! You're so ticklish!" I plant kisses right in the center of each armpit~ "And my my myyyy we did accessorize your pits right didn't weee~ sooo pink and hotttttt and worked up huhhh?" I plunge my thumbs in and rub thoughtfully as I giggle and plant kisses on your laughed out cheeks~ "I think you liiiiike when I tickle you like thisss~ on your niceeee sweet armpitsss~ yeahh these armpitsss~" and with that I skitter my nails down your arms and start mercilessly tickling away~

"Sorry baby, I know~~~ I knowwwwe~ It's just the pits!"

I bounce happily on your lap, tickling away, pausing to lean in and kiss and nibble and lickle~ flipping my tongue around wildly~ "and don't thinkkkkk I don't know what these tickles doooo to youuuu~" I taunt~ "Maybe not the pitsss after all~ maybeeee quite the opposite huhh?" I grin wickedly and reach back, pulling out my vibrating wand~

Scooting back, I put a hand on my hip and start running the buzzy bulb up and down your royal area, getting you niiice and worked up before reaching over and attacking your pit with my free hand. "Mmmhmmm~ just as I thoughtttt~ it's the pitssss~"~<3

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slut-for-zendaya · 1 year

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intimate awkward

this is a spideychelle one-shot and i am so incredibly sorry for not posting anything for that long and please send requests ================================================Peter was kissing her. MJ pressed against him. Her backpack was on the floor, Peter still had his on. Her jeans felt tight, her stupid underwear was kind of giving her a wedgie. Her skin felt too tight. But in a good way. Peter pressed her closer to the wall. It was really good.

It was a very deserted hallway in their school. They were at school. Peter put his hands on the wall, on either side of her head. Peter was so strong, though. It was a little scary, not in a good way. She was boxed in. Even if Peter would never. She reached for his bicep, her fingers digging in.

He was smart, too. He put his arm down and his one hand behind his back. That was hot. He was warm, warm against her. He kissed along her jaw. She grabbed at his hair. She pushed against him. He was making this low noise, like, primal. MJ shifted her hips up. That was definitely -- she was feeling his penis. She wanted to. Right now.

Peter stepped back. She said, "Yeah. Yup. We should not make out in school."

"Yeah," Peter said. "That's a bad idea. Right?"

"Yeah," she said. "I mean, good thing we both realized that. I was almost ready to go pretty far."

"Yeah?" He took her hand and waited for her to pick up her backpack. "Pretty far?"

"We're not having sex at Midtown," MJ said.

"Nooo," Peter said. He squeezed her hand a little painfully before he relaxed. "No, we aren't."

"I bet you don't, you don't have one of those stupid condoms in your wallet, do you? That's so cliche. And then it breaks and we're having a baby! Except why we're having a baby when abortion is still legal, I never get that," she said. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

"Yeah," Peter said. "I don't have a condom in my wallet. I don't. So I guess I'd get you pregnant because we were unprepared."

"Why would we still have sex if we didn't have a condom?" They were already outside the school, walking towards the subway. "I guess if we were still in the school, you could go to the nurse's office. You know they have condoms."

"I think they have them stashed everywhere," Peter said. "But we're not doing, no sex in school, right?"

"Definitely not with how your voice keeps going up," MJ said.

"Sorry, I didn't realize sex was even on the table," Peter said.

"But it's not, no condom," MJ said.

"But if I had one, then we would? There would be a table," Peter said.

"I don't know," MJ said. They got on the train. "Sorry if I'm being a sex freak."

"Noooo," Peter said. "No."

"I'm being weird," MJ said.

"Yeah," Peter said. "But I love that. I like that about you." He gripped her thigh. "You're awesome."

"You, too," she said.

A few days later they were in his room, on his bottom bunk bed. She liked that he seemed happy she was on top of him. She liked kissing him. He ran his hands up and down her sides. She'd thought maybe his hands would feel weird. Because of Spider-man. But he felt normal to her. He kept pushing up her shirt and then it would fall down. She sat up and took off her shirt.

He said, "Pretty." He traced the lace edge of her bralette. "I don't know why I was picturing something in grey, no lace or pictures."

"You have very dull fantasies of me," she said.

"No, no," Peter said. He smiled and shifted under her. He was erect again.

She shifted back and put her flat palm on him, where his penis was. He groaned a little. He said, "Hey, hey, I don't want to, um."

"Sorry, sorry," she said as she moved back and sat between his legs.

"No, no, I liked that, I'm good with that, I just, um, I don't want to, um --"

"Come?" She smiled. "Why not?"

He laughed. "Well, like, right now, I've got my jeans on, it would be a mess."

MJ said, "We can, we can fix that. I don't mind."

"I'm, I'm okay with that," Peter said. He reached down and started undoing his jeans. She pushed his hands away and unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper. MJ tugged his jeans down to around his knees and then quietly did the same with his grey underwear. Then she scooted forward and sat on his bare legs.

"Huh," she said. First penis up close and personal. She went to touch him, her hand just barely on him. He shook a little and stared up at the bottom of the top bunk. "Still okay? Am I doing something wrong?"

"Nope, no, no," Peter said. "I just haven't, you know --"

"Oh," she said. "With people around. I can't believe you haven't been to any orgies."

He propped himself up on his elbows. His t-shirt was riding up on his fantastic abs. He said, "Yeah. No orgies." He reached under the bed and handed her some paper tissue.

"Do I use this to touch you?"

"No, no, like, for after," he said. His face was so red.

"Yup," she said. "Yeah, got it. Wait, do I need, like, something? Isn't there a, jokes about lotion? Are those real?"

"Are your hands dry?" Peter was biting his bottom lip. "Like when you jerk off, um, masturbate --"

She looked down at her hands. "This will be less awkward after we actually do it, I think."

"Can't be more," he said.

Then they were both sort of giggling. She licked her hand a few times and lightly held his penis. Peter arched up into her hand. She said, "Not too hard, right? I mean, me. No squeezing. I did some, uh, I read some stuff."

"Yup," he said. "All good."

She figured out what he liked, did what he liked. He grunted when he came and she remembered the paper tissue so everything didn't go everywhere. He was breathing very deeply for a full minute. "That was nice," he said.

She said, "Is May coming back soon?"

"Yeah," he said. They went to the bathroom and she washed her hands and then left him to his whatever after.

She sat on the couch and looked at her hands. It felt good. She felt good. She'd made him come. She really wanted to sketch his penis. Peter sat down next to her. "Hey," he said. He put his arm around her. She snuggled in.

MJ said, "Next time I'll get naked, but, like, I know you watch porn and I'm telling you now that is not how mine looks. I'm sixteen, I don't shave or get waxes."

"I don't watch porn," Peter said. "I told you I rented one, when I was in Germany. And I've seen some, you know."

"Yeah, I love to imagine you masturbating in some huge hotel room, watching weird German porn," she said. She smiled a little.

Peter shifted a little on the couch. "It wasn't weird. It was just two, three people having sex. Not in a dungeon or anything. In a room. And another room. And the two women, they were, um. They weren't super skinny with huge breasts. They had, um, more, like, they weren't super skinny."

MJ laughed. "It's not a triumph of body positivity or feminism, or whatever that the porn you watched had white women who weren't, like, less average body types."

Peter said, "I know. I'm just saying it wasn't weird. They just had sex. The three of them."

"I'm so proud of you," MJ said, laughing again.

"I'm much more excited about being with you," he said, quietly.

"Of course, I'm hot and right here."

He said, "That's really all." He rubbed her thigh. "This feels less awkward."

"Totally," she said. "Still awkward, but less."

Peter said, "It's the two of us, we're never going to reach awkward zero. I like that." He hugged her closer and kissed her. It was pretty great.

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sweetheart-ashy · 2 months

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🌟ARLO🦴 | YOUR MENACING SHIFTER IS TOTALLY NOT SICK

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You had practically adopted Arlo by this stage, he was still trying to adjust to being around you but he was getting better at showing when things bothered him, like when you took one of his blankets to wash and he sat in front of the washing machine waiting for it to be clean.

However over the past week there had been nothing but rainy days, and much to your disapproval, arlo hated rain coats, it was like you were trying to make him wear a straight jacket, on multiple occasions, he had just ran straight outside with no regard for his health, however this all came to a halt, when this morning- after being out all evening in the rain- you found he had a fever, and was undoubtedly sick as a dog.

You felt a small tug on your shirt as you were making lunch, turning round to see your little arlo standing there, sleepy and dazed from sickness. “..can we have.. pizza.. tonight.. Please?”

You giggled at his little request, scooping him up to go bring him back to bed “no arlo, no pizza today, your too sick for pizza today”

He didn't want to go back to bed, he had done enough sleeping. There were only so many times someone could watch bluey. And arlo had reached his limit “am not.. I'm healthy.. I would never..” his sickness was clear in his voice.. He also maybe needed a tissue

“Ok, if you're not sick, gimme some jumping jacks” you set arlo down on the floor, he probably wouldn't get more then two before his body decided it wasnt worth all that effort. Arlo steadied himself up and tried to do a jumping jack, before his knees gave in..

He sat on the floor, he could see that “I told you so” smirk growing on your face, “I'M JUST SITTING. Im.. I'm not sick.``

“Are to.”

“Am not.”

You scooped arlo back up, kissing his forehead, his skin hot from his fever. “How about I get you an ice pack and some soup? Y'know this is why you should listen when i say you need your rain coat”

“I'm not sick.. From the rain.. It's not from the rain.. Plus.. your soup sucks.” you let out a fake gasp which arlo seemed to think was real.. “N-no no.. sorry.. Your soups good..”

You slowly walked towards the bedroom, prompting annoyed grumbles “..mmnoo.. Nooo.. no bed. No moreeee!! I can't take.. All the.. The cosiness. And.. and all the.. The..” his voice trailed off as he looked like he was about to sneeze.. He sneezed like a little kitten.

“Bless you pup.. And come on.. Why wouldn't you wanna be lazy? All day, and you get endless attention?”

“Cus i hate it. I wanna colour an-.. And and go outside.. And then the rooms all stuffy! And my blankies all scratchy and you took.. Ri-richy to the wash..”

“Richy?”

“Yes! Richy! The-.. my-.. The dragon plushie..”

You found it adorable the boy had already named the plushie you got him the other day on the little shopping trip, that was mainly to get the kid somethings, even then he didn't know

“Pup, you gotta rest, you have a fever, you can hardly stand, and… your getting just a little grumpy”

Right on que arlo grumbled “i wanna colourrrr!!!” you slowly sat arlo back into bed, tucking him in and stroking his hair, you watched as he closed his eyes, leaning into the physical affection “mhm..”

“You wait here pup, i'll be back soon” you smiled, and heard his mumbles

“Nnnooo.. no no nnnooooo..” He tried to shuffle out of bed but he was far too cozy and far too sick.

You came back a little bit later, you set a little tray with paper and crayons in front of arlo “now you can colour in bed”

He giggled a little “mm.. Ok.. beds better now..” he began to colour

“I'll bring you some chicken soup” you were greeted by an immediate no

“Noooo!! Not chicken soup!”

You laughed, stroking his hair “ok.. You want to watch bluey and I'll go make some.. Vegetable soup”

Arlo nodded, putting his hands in the air, which hurt a little “the dog show!”

You smiled, kissing his forehead and putting on bluey, and leaving to go make soup. By the time you finished, you found Arlo asleep holding a crayon in his hands. You smiled, tucking him in “get well soon pup..” he mumbled softly in his sleep as you left to go clean up the kitchen

#redacted sona #redacted audio #redacted asmr #oc arlo #Arlo 🦴

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qwerty-keysmash · 3 months

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tmagp episode 1 live thoughts

ohoho i cannot wait for you to be terrible in my ears again alexander j newall

NEW INTRO NEW INTRO

jesus christ that is some intense intro music

computer?? noises???

addiction to vitamin d asjdashdf

""big milk"" im crying

ok i love these two already they are hilarious

is he leaving? :(((

aww he iss :(((((

THE BANTER I LOVE THEM

lena sounds like an asshole

this is a whiplash from tma ep 1 ngl

ok so theyve got some code or something that doesnt work??

that loud fake HEYYYYYYYY sfahj

...was the cake black forest??

is gwen the bouchard??

alice is already my favourite

so how is this one being recorded? obviously its not tapes

oh i love sams accent

"you can ignore that" so thats going to be relevant later, got it

a FLOPPY DRIVE

WINDOWS 95

PREDECESSOR TO WINDOWS 95

incidents...... spooky incidents mayhaps?? 0.0

they ARE spooky!!

DOLLS COMMA WATCHING VS DOLLS COMMA HUMAN SKIN ADGHAKDHAKD

they really have just reinvented smirke's 14

ohhhhhh it'll read out the cases so now we have STATEMENTSSS

a "chatter case" sounds so much funnier than statements lol

norris, chester, and agustus asdhjasdfajsk

OHHH SHIT NORRIS IS ALEX

IS NORRIS MARTIN??

WAIT DOES THAT MEAN THE OTHERS ARE JON AND ELIAS

FHASUOFIGASUHDKJNFJAMFGNAK

ok focus on the actual statement, blue

dont go in the spooky graveyardddd noooo

ah hello violins in the background, how i have missed you

the strangerrrrrr

of course its not arthur you dumbass

who tf is sending emails this poetic

oh hello gwen

ohh so shes actually good at her job, nice

fuck lena all my homies hate lena

aww i like gwen, hope shes not evil

FUCK LENA ALL MY HOMIES HATE LENA

mmmm but can she resign

oh she wants to climb the ranks, i see

poor sam, man just wanted to make small talk

ALICE AGJKSHAD

poor colin tho

THEYRE SO AWKWARD ITS KILLING ME

aw gwen and sam bonding

"the awful terrible thing" shes straight up asking about that origin story 2 seconds in lmao

JON JON JON AHDSGJKHSKVDAJFVSUYED

MAGNUS INSTITUTE????????

oh this is like a reddit forum or something

NOOO DONT GO CHECK IT OUT

well at least hes alive???

paranoid?? 👀

ok so a fire 20 years ago burnt the magnus institute

THE ARCHIVEEEEE

spooky symbols??? suspicious stains??????? oh im so invested

yep all that digital technology do be malfuctioning

you're paranoid? have you tried stalking your coworkers, ive heard that can help

oop hes getting doxxed

MAGNUS THEME IN THE BACKGROUND?????

OH NOOOOOO HES DEAD HES SO DEAD

EYES 👀👀👀

this is just your average reddit thread tbh

BLAST FROM THE PAST?????????

ok so jon is chester and martin is norris, so elias must be agustus

lol, going drinks at 6.30am

theyre exes haha, jongeorgie who??

oh shes smart fr

awwwwww

COLIN KNOWS RED ALERT

so the computers are listeninggggg

SO GOOD GOING TO NEXT EP NOW

#blue posts #tmagp liveblog #tmagp spoilers #tmapg

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birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo · 1 year

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qianqiu/thousand autumns, ep 4~

i can't believe the old man's calling him 'a-qiao~' in BROAD MOONLIGHT in front of EVERYONE'S SALADS amazing bai rong, stop bullying ppl u find attractive. they'll never love u that way! unless they have. very specific relationship needs. in which case. pls carry on 😳 bai rong: call me peony~ shen qiao: no :) ur barking up the wrong tree missy. something tells me that shen qiao is not interested in ladies.... 👀 LMAO MORE PPL CALLING SHEN QIAO PRETTY i mean, they're RIGHT. it's just funny that it keeps happening apropos of nothing 🤣 STOP CHOKING THE POOR MAN JFC HE'S GOING TO SUFFOCATE ONE OF THESE DAYS uh bai rong and the hood man are having their own…..thing rn. i dont think they need shen qiao for anything, they've uh. got it covered 😳 shen qiao: u should go on without me, im dying of victorian novel disease. i mean danmei protagonist disease. chen gong: NOOO why u want to leave meeee? i was so good and loyal to u! i would certainly never betray u out of self-preservation or greed!! ;A; WAIT SO THIS GUY WANTS TO he wants to take someone else's face…..off?? like, his face………off? to take….his face…………….off? hmmmmm xueyin: maybe if i say enough hail marys this guy will leave me alone 😒 awww poor chen gong having nightmares about john travolta and nicholas cage coming after him, that's so sad 😔 shen qiao is such a sweetheart ;A; 'u didn't help all that much but here, take my money and save ur own skin' how kind ;A; yws: heh, scared off the competition >:) OH NO RUN CHEN GONG!! DONT LET THOSE ARSEHOLES GET U!!! OH GOD ;A; well that's one way to hire a new servant i guess?? OH HE'S oh he's tiger food. WAIT NO DONT BE SO COWARDLY CHEN GONG!! but i mean…..its not like shen qiao couldn't take all of these clowns with his shillelagh tied behind his back. bringing them to him to fight like fish in a barrel is actually almost helpful lmao. now he won't have to do it later! :D 'chen gong, u know how to drive right??' 'get in losers, we're going to do martial arts!!' lol duke sadface is wibbling away like 'noooo mister pls dont hurt me, i was just killing peasants for fun, im so innocent uwu' shen qiao is so understanding!! he let chen gong go ;A; what a good boy ;A; and THEN he ruined duke sadface's day!! even better! :D WH CHEN GONG NO U GOT A SECOND CHANCE U LITTLE EEJIT DON'T SPOIL IT D:< poor shen qiao, he's all alone, walking everywhere and coughi--DAMN IT YAN WUSHI!! WOULD U GET OUT OF HERE?!?! WHERE DID U EVEN COME FROM?? WHOSE HANDKERCHIEF IS THAT AND WHAT WERE U DOING WITH IT BEFOREHAND?? yws: *evil laughs flirtatiously* HOMOEROTIC FIGHTING??? YES PLEASE :D shen qiao: 'what do u want from me?' MY LAD HE WANTS TO SLEEP WITH U. DO NOT TRUST HIM, HE IS AFTER UR TENDER AND SUPPLE FLESH!! THE NIGHT SKY CANNOT COMPARE WITH THE STARS IN UR EYES!! HE WANTS U TO BE HIS WIFE!! yws: *literally sweeps shen qiao off his feet and whisks him away unconscious* 'this is nothing personal btw. i would do this for anyone. u mean absolutely nothing to me' whatever u say yan wushi....whatever u say 👀👀👀

#birb watches #lol idek why im doing these #@yanwushi ZONGZHU PLS READ THESE AND LAUGH #I WISH TO BE VALIDATED #ahh im having a lot of fun actually 🤣 i make MYSELF laugh 🤣#and really what more to life is there than that???#qianqiu #thousand autumns #qianqiu donghua #birb still says #ok gonna stop now bc im tired lol #imagine i used my time wisely???#lol i cant imagine it either

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sleepysandy · 2 years

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fmab ep 11 rewatch

nooo this so sad

love it when female characters have interests outside of men

winry slay

sis just give yhe watch back

if ure gonna pickpocket u have to know what u can and not steal

like its too risky if u wanna sell that watch

cant believe 15 year old winry is going to deliver a baby

if i had a nickel for everytime a 15 year old girl delivers a baby i would have 2

cant believe both fmab and atla did that

was the vagina stitched up

not the pics :(

i like eds fit

the cropped jacket and bratz boots

woah didnt notice greed was in the wanted posters

ep 12

i did not expect hohenheim to have that personality

since ed makes it seem like hes not nice

izumi my queen

ed so angsty

noooo

hits hard for the curtis fam :(

i dont even know how to clean an animal to cook and eat it

like do i remove the bones or something

i dont think ants have taste

the few times ive accidentally eaten them

hmm maybe they do actually

i block them out of memory

its the circle of life or whatevuh

and they did reach the truth

why wont they hug man

id love a sensei and student hug rn

YES A HUG

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

ep 13

huh its still season 1

i know its all technically one season

but i kinda divide it into the ops

wait why was greed tracking ed

mustang besties

ahh i remember now

is this the first mention of the homunculus

speaking of

where the hell is barry

ed u shouldve just taken up the offer

think rationally once ed lmao

yass break that arm ed

i wanna see winry again

wonder what wc means

ep 14

roy hey

this was a vry confusing ep when i first watched it

al crawling lmaoo

slay armstrong

all the men have the slutty skin tight shirt that has abs imprint

i appreciate that

fma said dilf supremacy

so al did not catch any of that

damn this so sad

not greeds besties

damn greed getting ate up

why didnt al know something was up when bradley knew the armor was empty

noo

now bradley got his eye on sensei

oh damn armstrong didnt even say anything abt hughes

i cant believe i didnt even think of the alchemy circle in the city

like the city is already laid out like that

tbf i thought they wouldnt do it again since they already did that the first ep

i totally thought ed would have to kill his own dad

hmm they revealed a lot in the first season

but it takes like 4 to fix all that

ugh this kid

ep 15

huh so scar still going on with this

even tho the head already said to stop

the second op aint as good

like not a lot of symbolism

cool action shots tho

why was scar pissed at the panda

oh its barry

riza in a skirt with a slit wow

i love her

winry <<<333

ooh the sub just says alchemy but in the netflix one its alkahestry

i cant wait till they join forces

not the grandpa

remembered whats gonna happen in the last season :(

ey that was in the op

ling knows what hes doing tho

i love this ed

i also like how the op and ed will always have one female artist

i think fruits basket was like that too

#fma #fmab

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For Me: Chapter 2 of A Work in Progress |4K|

CHAPTERS: 1 | X | 3

A/N: we got pegging, we got jinx, we got some weird magic subplot going on. did i mention the pegging? ao3 link.

The first time you met Silco was by a dumpster fire behind an old fish market near the alleys. He talked enough for two people–a good thing as you weren’t in the headspace to carry on a conversation. The viscous humidity of the night air mingled with the foul stretch of sewage and bile that collected in the canal’s mouth. Pollution, tangled webs of pipework, rusted wires, and crumbling infrastructure created a canopy that hid away any stars to wish upon. It made you claustrophobic.

You excused yourself rather curtly, bumping shoulders with a brick house of a man on your way in your temporary home. Your apology to him was in a similar vein.

“You come on too strong.” Vander laughed, patting his brother on the shoulder. “Give ‘em time.”

Silco cracked a smile, skillfully pivoting out of Vander’s grasp. “Time is a luxury we can’t squander.”

“Perhaps.” A pipe rested on Vander’s lower lip as he patted himself down for a match, to which Silco generously provided. “Ah, thanks.”

Vander stroked the light against the wall they leaned on and brought it to his pipe. He inhaled, a languid trail of smoke fluttered between the two of them. Then handed it off to Silco for a puff. “But with someone like that? Mourners need their time to grieve.”

“You must be drunk.” Silco’s head tilted towards your door, chapped lips pursued tight around the pipe. A mourner? Nooo, that’s not right. There was fury in your eyes.

It’s difficult– working with such restrictive guidelines. Silco wasn’t the type to give out a free meal, not anymore that is. It appeared that those same standards applied to his adoptive daughter, albeit with leniency to loopholes not privy to the public. She has to complete any given task to receive a reward. How she completes the task is irrelevant, even if it’s through others. While other children are hard at work producing Shimmer, Jinx is too busy doing a whole lot of whatever insane garbage she’s fixated on- you believe this month’s fancy is welding.

Your annoyance is tangible and growing as Jinx launches herself across your office in a rolling chair.

“WEEeeeee!” She squeals in a discordant note, flying past you only to return with a WHOOOOSH!, her arms held out like a superhero. She rears up for another go, muddy boots on your cabinet and legs locked and coiled. “BLAST OFF!” Her trip is cut short by your foot and she goes flying, scraping her knee on the ground, though one wouldn’t know by her wry smile and cheerful “I’m okay!”

How has Silco survived this long with her?

Hands on hips, you greet her cheerful disposition with stoicism. “Are you done?”

“Yup!” She beams, repositioning herself criss cross applesauce hands in her lap. “Whatcha gonna teach me today?”

You narrow your eyes, unable to trust her willful corporation at face value. “The art of combustion.”

“Aw what?” Jinx blows a raspberry, newly polished nails making a sharp thumbs down. “I already know that stuff, can’t you teach me something interesting? How about the birds and the bees? You can start by telling me what you and Silco did last ni–”

“You’re learning the art of combustion.”

“It’s just that, I don’t really do the whole school thing. ”

“For me you will.”

“Mmmm, noooo, it’s not my style. I’m more of a free thinker. Y’know? I already got all the knowledge I need up here in the ol’ noodle.” She knocks twice on her temple for emphasis.

“You’re learning the art of combustion.” You’ve learned through her interactions with others, that dealing with Jinx requires steadfast resolve and a lot of alcohol. The trick was not to let her comments get underneath your skin. Better said than done, but there was one good thing about Jinx: she always needs to prove herself.

“Let’s make a bet.”

She takes the bait, her head lopping to the side with inquisition on her mind, “I like bets.”

From your desk you pull a well used book, most of the pages cat eared at one point or another. “Replicate all twenty of Sovolka’s combustion methods by the end of the day.” She begins to stammer, standing up in protest at the daunting task before her, but you cut her off. “Do it, and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know about last night.”

Trepidation laces her thoughts, her attention scattered until she focuses on a point, past the book, past you. The picture she had previously tagged. It was cleaned once more and she could see your stupid heinous face, mocking her. Laughing at her so loudly it boils her blood. “…Ok” she whispers somberly, “but when I win, I want to burn that picture.”

You meet her fixed point, gripping the book tighter. A voice from a ghost enters your consciousness: do not gamble what you cannot lose. “Fine.”

You hand over the book but pause mid-trade as she attempts to tug it from you. “Ruin this book in any way and the deal is off.”

She nods with a sour face, neither one of you particularly thrilled with the arrangement. But she’s only 13, what are the chances she’ll actually succeed?

She ends up using the picture as fuel for her 20th combustion. An astonishing feat for a girl her age. Applause, however, for her ingenious intuition, would have to wait as little Jinx did could eclipse the fervent loathing you held for the girl and yourself.

Stupid.

A grimace ripples across your features, thinly veiled disgust bleeding out from your poor attempts at keeping an even face. You adopt a rigid stance, pulling a bottle of green liquid from your bottom desk drawer, forgoing the shot glass resting on its capped neck, in exchange for chugging a swig down from the bottle itself. The bottle leaves your lips with a pop and you cross your legs, leaning back in your chair. “So, you ready to know what happened last night?” At least you'd have the satisfaction of telling her how the man she looks up to clings to you in the night.

“Nope!” Jinx answers grinning, unable to suppress her laugh. Why the fuck would she want to know what Silco does behind close doors? YUCK! Just thinking about the possibilities makes her want to hurl. “Bye~!” Manicured fingers wave with whimsical flagrance marking her exit.

Your jaw tightens and you shut your eyes in profound anger.

“I hate her so much.” Waves crash against the steep cliffs as thin shells break on impact. “I want to snap her neck like a cadaver.” You ignored whatever virulent expression Silco had waiting at the end of your declaration. There is a turbulent heart within that teenage vessel of chaos and you don’t have the tools or experience to soothe it to a murmur. In truth, you’re not sure Silco does either, but for whatever reason, she seems to respond more readily to him.

“Yes, you've made that clear,” Silco concedes, tasked with maintaining an aloof air of ethereal wisdom. He had hoped your time tutoring her would bring about common ground. A horrible miscalculation on his part.

Another wave comes crashing in.

"A topic you and Sevika can discuss over a drink."

"Trust me, we have."

Silco's frown deepens.

A wordless ‘after you’ settles in the way he stands aside and looks at you expectantly. Cascading cliff shoulders leave little margin for footing or errors. You stumble slightly over a crack and Silco yanks you back to safety, the jagged surface piercing your flesh on collision. “Better a scrape than a splat.” he reasons, one step ahead of your complaint. Suspicion tugs at your gut that it's not his only reason...

The two of you travel the length of the ridge before dropping a story to the entrance of a cavern. Noxious gas throttles your lungs and you regret not putting on a mask sooner. It hisses into place before you step through the cave’s mouth with Silco following close behind, shining a chemlight on shattered remains of malachite stalactites. Narrow corridors direct your pathway, whirring through native flora, and past arcane sigils carved in crystal and rock that illuminate as you pass.

A few scant critters litter the cavern walls, retreating from the light of Silco’s flare, they only make it a short distance before redirecting from the sunlight shining through a clearing in the cavern's roof. Here the air is more breathable, so you remove your masks and take a seat on a slope, looking over a patch of honeydusks. There’s less than a half a dozen. The flower’s stems twist together in rivets, their translucent petals wrapped tightly in circular buds that give off the appearance of grapes.

While you advance forward to your life's work, Silco stays behind, perching himself on a ledge with a deck of cards tucked in his coat. He sets up a game of solitaire. "You complain more frequently than I remember."

"That's not true." You tell him, preparing your equipment for test samples. "We just used to agree more."

“Ah, so that's it.” A peal of amusement mingles with his tone. He flips over the first row of cards, producing nothing he can play on.

Silco looks to you, so buried in your work. You're exactly the same as you were before, and yet, drastically different-- paradoxical, he supposes, but there is simply no other way to describe it.

Slender fingers graze the top of the deck as he recounts the past; even in a graveyard of memories, you bloom. He should have never made you leave. Then maybe he'd still view you as human and not an apparition of nostalgia.

He flips over three cards: the hanged man, the emperor, and death.

Once all your notes were accounted for and his games well won, you come to sit close to him. And he to you. A stray shift from his pinky would be enough to brush your hand.

It's dark now. Quiet.

There is a property of night that makes one so vulnerable to spill those little tragedies tucked just under their tongue. When it's easier to be themselves without the bellowing spotlight of the sun. It's only reasonable to believe that those desires increase within the walls of a cavern.

In silence, you both ignore the way the chamber seems to sway and breathe. That unfriendly warmth between you, a strange humidity. It's oppressive.

You have to say something.

"I really think this time's the charm."

That's not what you wanted to say.

Silco inspects the crystal shard that fills the palm of your hand, vibrantly purple and jagged into an unrecognizable parody of its previous state. Its blunt edges bear the burden of your past anxieties. You add to them by stroking it in a soothing motion.

"That's the crystal that sings to you?"

"It doesn't sing," you grip it, "it hums. And only while in the machine."

Silco glances towards the flowers, still closed off to the world, hidden in the shadows. Near them is the machine; a simple cylinder device equipped with two, tapering claws on either end. "What makes this time different?"

"Tonight's a full moon."

Though, the moon hides steadfastly between a thin sheet of clouds and lingering pollution. Sighing, you tilt your head towards the source of the flowers’ bloom, dimmed and distorted. Not one to grovel before the gods, you pick the stars to be your patron and pray.

The clouds give way and stars shine their blessing on you through the moon, its full and hostile glow lights the cave like a Pentecostal crown.

Silco stands.

The golden soles of his boots singing echoes through the vast area with each languid step; he admires the sight before him, a dazzling floral display. Fresh, dewy purple and pink petals blossoming with colors into their fullest potential, giving off a faint magical blue light. You follow behind, edging to the vine’s perimeter, you raise a finger, the interlude to what could only be nearing a new discovery. Featherlight contact from you initiates a chain reaction, as thick vines coil around your finger, smaller threadlike tendrils race up your arm and Silco brandishes a blade in your defense.

“Stop!” you command, free hand stretched out and splayed. He stills, you both do, though his patience is far more clipped than yours. Coarse vines reach the open wounds from the cliffs. Spanning over them like plaster before withdrawing back to their roots, leaving behind mended skin; visible symptoms of success. “It works…” You touch the area of contact, needing more proof, more tangibility. “It works!”

You fling yourself at Silco, practically ramming the air straight out of his lungs and he struggles to ensure you make it back to the ground safely without damaging the plants.

Absolutely jovially, you discard him to the side, pulling out a pen and notebook from your satchel to jot down your findings. After slicking loose locks back into place, he allows you to celebrate your triumph in private while he opts to lean in on the ball of his heels to get a better view of these miracle plants. A hybrid of your own design, combining the healing factor of a honeyfruit with the magical properties of the duskpetal.

The moon’s light reflects once more off his blade’s edge.

A string of red beads form underneath the blade’s pressure on his finger tip.

Tepidly, he extends his own finger to the base of the flora and waits.

Nothing.

Silco breathes in short little huffs through his nose. Naked and spent, he settles into bed, face craned towards a pillow to block out the light from his good eye.

“Silco,” You purr against the shell of his ear, one hand running across his chest. “I’m not done celebrating.”

He shifts a little, glancing through lashes, then swallows. Your shirt remains on but unbuttoned, teasingly pooling around your shoulders. You look absolutely wrecked, eyes watery with unshed tears, and lips red from the abuse they received moments ago. It is times like these that he is thankful for the double vision.

He turns to the cigar by his bedside, pulling away briefly to light it up.

Tilting his head he takes a long savoring drag.

His mismatched eyes drag from you to the box between you both. You are in a good mood.

“Ask nicely.” He rasps, voice diffused with unspoken excitement.

You pluck the cigar from between his lips, taking a puff for show. It’s not your preferred poison but his eyes haven’t left your lips since, and you do relish the attention.

“Nu-uh,” you correct, exhaling a cloud of fumes into his face, “that’s your job. I’ve held up my end of the bargain. It’s your turn.” You raise a brow, inviting any hesitation to make itself clear. “Capeesh?“

He responds with a kiss, long and ravenous, only pulling back to your ear to disclose, “I don’t beg.”

His ego, his hubris, his fatal hamartia– pure ecstasy. It stirs up a laugh in you and you trace the edge of his jaw with care, your nail tip digging into his chin and holding his eyes steadily. “For me you will.”

It would have to be your more hedonistic designs. A self-lubricating strap on, plated with stolen gold from topsider denizens to give it a cool glossy finish. You considered it symbolic, a metaphysical way to fuck them. Though, you suppose in this case, its them… that would be… fucking…. Silco…

Symbolism is bullshit anyways.

Leather presses into your flesh as you fiddle with the harness' straps around your supple thighs. "No, please, don't get up. Let me do everything." you say sarcastically.

Silco purses his lips, inhaling deeply to calm himself and not tarnish his carefully cultivated ethos–but he's transfixed on your movements. "And deprive you of the pleasure? Wouldn't dream of it." He jokes, leaning back against the headboard. His hungry gaze never leaving your body.

It's how you straddle his trim waist. The way you roll your hips just enough for the delightful bite of coolness from the strap-on to kiss his skin. Then you lean back, giving him a clear view of your entrance; still wet from before, a mixture of his and yours cum. With two fingers you collect some at leisure and his stomach twists up in a knot that advances to his throat.

He wants to say something.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

That's not what he wanted to say.

There is a momentary transition in the air when you come down on him with your weight to nip at the nape of his neck, your fingers preparing him. The icy coldness of your heavy strap-on brushes his abdomen, wrenching a very unflattering squawk from his throat. It settles next to his actual prick; longer but thinner than Silco's with a prominent vein about halfway up its shaft.

Carefully, you nudge past his tight entrance with one digit, his body tensed on the spot. It isn't a bad feeling, just odd.

You capture his mouth and distract him with a slow gentle kiss, tenderly finger fucking him at the same pace. Warm and slippery, your fingers coax a low noise of appreciation for him, prompting you to add a second finger. When he tenses a second time, you break the kiss, tapping your free fingers on his cheek.

“You need to relax.” You wait for him to obey, pressing your ear to his fluttering heart.

His cock leaks on your stomach and you decide to taste a sample, firmly running your thumb over his sensitive head, earning a sharp whine from him.

“Do you want a taste?” You smear pre-cum along his lips, dipping your thumb between them. Without instruction he parts them, ever so little, allowing you to guide your thumb along the sharp edging of his teeth. “Suck.”

His mouth closes, the tip of his tongue running along your thumbprint. He instinctively licks his lips after the removal of your thumb. “Good boy.” Men like Silco needed equal parts praise and chastising.

By now his body has relaxed, so you remove your fingers from him completely, using his sheets as a wipe. His cock only waning slightly though the process, a testimony to the effect you had on him.

A soothing hand on his inner thigh earns you a solid slap. “You will not.” he hisses, shooting you a nasty look as he sits up. You raise a brow at him, watching as he gets off the bed and on his knees… OH.

You scoff with an incredulous roll of your eyes as you follow suit, taking your place behind him and leaning your weight into his back, pressing him against the edge of the mattress. “You’re a real piece of work.” With your chest against his back, it’s hard for him to take anything you say to heart.

“We all have our limits.” His included not being fucked spread eagle.

“Mhm.” You say noncommittally, focusing on lining yourself up. Your hand snakes up the back of his neck to grab a tuft of hair, arching him back you quirk a smile, “Get ready.” You push forward. A hard shock of uncomfortably cold metal meets his sensitive skin and he cries out. Made to self-lubricate, it glides in easily. You start slow, measuring your strokes with his panting and hitched breaths.

Somewhere between the third and fourth stroke you release his hair and he quickly buries his face in the mattress, gripping the sheets for support.

Rather disappointing, as you want to see Silco’s reactions but your angle and position make it near impossible. However, the sounds he makes are delightful. Once sure that his body had adjusted to this new sensation, you take it a step further.

You pull out of him, earning a shaky grasp and muffled choice words from him. With his ass in the air, his cute little pucker twitches while you collect some fluid from your invention. You gather it liberally in your palm.

Then reposition yourself. Your warm slick fingers take hold of his middle back and sends a shiver up his spine. With careful manipulation you slide in him, and silco exhales a satisfied breath.

You move forward, grasping his cock to give him a few heady pumps as you rock your hips back and forth. Your other hand gives much needed attention to his balls, making his leg tremble.

He wishes you'd talk more. You have a strong, sharp, and clear voice, and he has no problem with you bossing him around a little if it means hearing his name set to the cadence of your voice.

As if reading his mind, you mumble his name. "You have lovely eyes, Silco. Don't hide them from me."

There's no voluntary movement or sound from him aside from a few soft huffs.

My bad, Sil. Sometimes I forget to tell you things, 'cause when you look at me, it's like you already know, you know?

"Silco?"

It is a bitter tragedy how two people can be so close and still so far from where they used to be.

Out of convenience, not preference, he turns his head marred side up. Concealer and foundation smothered deep in the sheets giving access to what lies underneath; blacken and pockmarked. You stroke the area beneath his eye fondly, slowing your thrusts to a lull.

“You're beautiful, Sil.”

He shoots you a look that could kill, wrenching his face from your touch.

"Finish already." He grits, surprising you. It sounds mostly confident, but there is an unmistakable wavering in his tone that speaks volumes.

In one move, you plant your leg firmly ahead of his and thrust forward hard enough to catch him off-balance.

“Ah!” He shouts your name.

You do it again.

Loose locks cling to sweat that cling to his forehead.

You do it again. “Beg for me.”

He disobeys you.

You slow down your strokes on his cock. “Do it!”

He tries to take matters into his own hands (literally).

You seize them. “I. Said. Beg.” Each word punctuation particularly deep thrust. It was absolutely maddening not being able to apply friction to his cock with each drive tightening the knot inside him.

He desperately splutters your name, gnashing teeth and clenching fist in frustration. “Just finish me!”

You click your tongue, “Since you asked so nicely.” You return your hand, picking up the pace, chasing the end he so badly wants.

It only takes one more thrust, driven in deep to tip him over the edge, arching his back into the curve of your body. His heart hammers in his chest, legs like jelly, and his brain dizzy; you have to hold him tightly to keep him steady.

“I…” is all he can muster at first.

“Yeah,” you reply apathetically, hand slicked with his cum.

The warmth that settled in his chest recedes simultaneously with your embrace.

Silco picks his head up and watches you clean yourself up. Your pace and body language make it quite clear you're upset with him.

"Ah," He gets up slowly. His body aching and face still flush. Hands sweep through his undone hair, combing it back into place. "Stay the night." he tries to appease you, unsatisfied with the direction of how things are going.

"No." You answer coldly. Placing the strap-on on his mattress, you find it incredibly easy to ignore the grimace he makes when it leaks on bedding. Too busy putting on the rest of your clothes at record speed.

"If it's because of what I said-"

"I don't care." Your eyes bore into his. Silco isn't the only one with a carefully constructed ethos. At least yours isn't as quick to betrayal like his. "I don't want to be with you."

The night ends as all interactions between you two do, with an outspoken gaze from you and silent whispers that urge him to be better and try again tomorrow.

#i'm so tired don't touch me rn #Silco #Silco x Reader #lol #i'll beta read/edit things tomorrow #this is the last one i'm gonna do for a while until i get caught up on work and family #Edit: finally got a chance to edit this and wow so many typos #awip #my writing

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considering i’m posting a hell of a lot with my liveblog thoughts, i’m gonna just throw them all in one spot (this is all specific to Techno’s stream, but it also contained MAJOR spoilers to the DSMP 11/28 streams):

it’s always TNT and explosions with this pigman, i fucking swear ahdkakdkd

ahdajdHDJAKDKF BAD AND SAM GOT SQUISHED. RIPPPP!!! CANON /j

c!ranboo’s birthday is canon??? C!RANBOO GOT PUT IN PRISON ON HIS BIRTHDAY??? WHAT THE FUCK SAM

NOOOO APOLLOOOO

tbh we kind of all saw it coming ahskskff /lh /j

man, i hope Tommy is doing okay right mow. the alarm is pretty loud.

and jack’s going to New Manifoldland??? i’m on solely Techno’s stream and legit don’t know what’s going anywhere else, but i can imagine the panic of the Manifold.

Dream was genuinely concerned about Ranboo being in prison and i’m not gonna forget about that. (i’m not saying that means anything, but he was pretty panicked.)

of course, he also followed it up by wanting to leave… i’m simply a mixture of an Endersmile enthusiast and a Bench Trio apologist that thinks the worst of the Green Man and it makes for an awful mental back and forth ahdjakdkft /j

OH FUCK TOMMY’S ONLINE. OH NO. HE’S GONNA HEAR THE ALARM.

…what the fuck. connor????

abdjskfkfktt “CONNOR, YOU’RE COMING WITH US. WELCOME TO THE JAILBREAK, CONNOR.”

WHY IS THAT ACTUALLY A GOOD LINE???

oh fuck… wait poor ranboo having to see dream.

sjfjskfkt CONNOR GOT SOME PANTS. POGGGGGG

HE HAS A NINTENDO GIFTCARD. AMAZING. I LOVE THAT. SO GLAD TO HAVE YOU ON THE TEAM, CONNOR.

Techno’s answer constantly being TNT is just chef’s kiss. i love that.

oop, ranboo’s trauma and hatred of dream is showing:)

prison pays minimum wage: canon

andkakfkf Connor has just been in prison and that’s why he couldn’t do lore guys!!! it all makes sense

OH FUCK EVERYONE’S HERE.

uh oh… uh Sapnap might make good on that promise to kill Dream.

Ranboo’s had officially the WORST birthday ever.

SAM HAS MICHAEL??? THE FUCK????

imagine taking a hostage and taking the hostage’s son hostage to keep your hostage hostage

NOOOO RANBOO

POOR TECHNO. HE’S GETTING SO EMOTIONAL. THAT WAS HIS FRIEND NOOO

i’m glad we’re keeping Connor, but this is a mess

PHILZA MINECRAFT. PHILZA MINECRAFT OUR SAVIOR.

these Withers are truly not doing great for us

oh no… poor Philza just found out about Ranboo. Well fuck.

AND RANBOO CHANGED HIS SKIN AND FUCKKKK. IT LOOKS SICK, BUT THE BLOOD NOOOOO.

hey guess what guys. more canon scars for ranboo:)

i’m making jokes, but i’m honestly gonna cry. this has been the worst birthday ever for the the boo boy.

man, those Dream and Ranboo interactions are gonna be rough later.

ahsjfkrktt i love Techno’s priorities. listen, he just broke the teletubby out of prison, he can take the armor back. “Can I have that armor back?”

TECHNO’S TRYING TO BRING RANBOO BACK. IS RANBOO ACTUALLY DEAD? FOR REAL? WAS THAT HIS THIRD LIFE??? FUCK.

Connor made it!!! There’s one positive thing that came out of this day!!! We love that!!!

adhdktkt I actually love that Connor’s here. he’s out of prison at last!! we didn’t know he was there, but yay!!!!!!

Tommy is streaming now… I haven’t even looked yet, but Dream is free and Ranboo is dead… oh besties the angst is gonna be ROUGH.

who’s ready to cry, chat? :)

man, i bet you Ranboo wouldn’t have know how many lives he had anyway with the whole Enderwalk thing and memory stuff, so… yeah…

YEAHHHHH!!! CONNOR JOINS THE SYNDICATE!!! LET’S GOOOOOO!!! I LOVE IT.

Connor also sees the flaws in the governments of the server. I love it:)

THAT’S HIS SON, TECHNO. THAT’S HIS SON— TECHNO DOESN’T KNOW ABOUT RANBOO’S SON. OH GOD. TECHNO DOESN’T KNOW RANBOO HAS A SON WITH TUBBO.

OH GOD HE’S FINDING OUT ABOUT TUBBO. HE’S GONNA SPEAK TO TUBBO??? OH GOD. TECHNO IS GONNA SPEAK TO TUBBO.

GUYS WE’RE GETTING FIREWORKS DUO LORE!!!!!! WE’RE GETTING TUBBO AND TECHNO LORE AT LAST!!!

anhdsjfkft Techno and Phil are referencing the Tubbo lore trauma, we love that.

Techno: we need answers! who’s michael! why is tubbo in the picture?!

the fact Techno genuinely doesn’t know what’s happening is everything ahskskft the last time he was clueless about what was happening in a stream, he ended up blowing up Tubbo in the festival so,,,, ahsjskdt

i’m sure it’ll be fineeeeee, chat

can’t believe this is how Techno’s gonna find out about Ranboo’s canon platonic husband smh /lh /j

i LOVE the mansion!!! it looks so good!!! and imagining Techno having memories of SMP Earth??? man, the brain is going BRRRRR

oh i can’t wait until someone makes art of Techno sending those messages about wanting to talk and Tubbo’s just hiding somewhere because he knew Techno was coming… or if he didn’t even know Michael was missing and was busy somewhere…

shakfktkt Tubbo’s using a trackpad amazing

Tubbo holding a crossbow in front of Techno??? very appropriate.

can’t believe Dream and Sapnap are fighting in Tubbo’s basement right now ahdjakdkf

Sapnap’s doing some serious lore!!! Sapnap lore!!! wait, we’ve legit caught the best part— oh fuck, sapnap just found out about big q torturing dream… uh oh.

THE AXE OF PEACE!!! THE AXE OF PEACE!!!!

ahskfkrt Dream having three axes is so on brand actually.

welp, looks like we’ll be checking in on the Sap lore stream later!

uh oh… oh no.

um,,, Tubbo’s now lost his son and his platonic husband.

Techno: Ranboo has a son???!

ENEMIES TO TEAMMATES ARC!!!

“We can learn to begrudgingly respect each other!” “We’ll never be friends!”

Oh, I LOVE THIS!!! Firework Duo we’re winning!!! We’re winning at last!!!!

Next season starts with FireworksDuo working together!! Oh, this is SO POG!!! So far we can expect FireworksDuo, Dream is out of prison, more Karl lore, and more on Big Q and Slime!! I’m so hyped!!

welp, looks like we’ll be watching Tommy and Sap’s vods later. this shall be it for now<3

#dsmp lore spoilers #dsmp liveblog #this is spoilers specifically for Technoblade’s stream but also major spoilers anyway #technoblade liveblog #/rp #c!techno #c!dream #c!ranboo #c!connor #c!tubbo #connoreatspants #tw: caps #this is a mess of a post and i apologize in advance

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Learn the Alphabet with Aria + Friends ;

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A is for: “Adios”

Filming a JCC episode was always something Aria looked forward to - either because she got to watch it later and laugh, or she was a guest star herself. Johnny had taken it upon himself to uphold the communication part of his series name, and asked Aria to teach Czennie some Irish while she was around.

“And how do you say goodbye?”

“Adios!” Aria spoke with full confidence, a beaming smile directed to the camera.

Johnny behind her snorted. “Adios?”

Aria blinked, before spluttering. “Oh no not adios that’s the wrong - that’s not Irish.”

“Isn’t that Spanish?”

“...yeah.”

B is for: “Baby~”

Aria was leant forward her knees, eyes fixated on the laptop in front of her that was playing the 90s Love music video. It was the first time she had seen it edited and polished, and she was anxiously anticipating her own scenes.

An Aria appeared on the screen, running her tongue over her top teeth before scrunching her nose and giving the camera a wink. She spun on her heel, tossing a jacket over her shoulder and tilted her head so her sultry smirk was visible to the camera.

The boys around her clamored loudly, and Aria cringed away from the video - right into Ten’s awaiting embrace who clasped her head in his grip and stopped her from turning her head away from the laptop.

“Baby~” Ten sang, curling his arms around Aria. “My baby is all grown up~”

Aria whined, thrashing weakly in Ten’s grip in an attempt to shake the boy off. “Nooo.”

“My baby~”

C is for: “Chewing Gum”

“Yes! It’s been a long time since we performed our debut song.” Aria took over from Chenle who had been speaking into the phone cradled in his hands. The voice-only vlive had been unplanned, and neither idol had been willing to put their messy bedheads on video for their fans to immortalize on twitter.

Chenle snickered. “Noona is just thankful that she gets to wear things other than pajamas on stage now,” He teased, jostling the phone as he leant over to poke her.

“That’s not true! Bubblegum will always have a special place in my heart.” Aria defended herself, crossing her arms in front of her stomach to protect it.

Chenle retracted his hand to stare up at Aria with a disbelieving face. She looked back at him, as the boy burst into laughter.

“Bubblegum?”

“Chewing gum! I said chewing gum. You misheard me.”

“Bubblegum-” Chenle was wheezing, hand gripping Aria’s arm tightly.

“I’m a foreigner! I have an accent!”

“Noona, that’s in English?!”

D is for: “Deicide”

“Jaemin! Leave me alon- ow.” Aria’s attempts to fight off a cuddly boy proved ineffective, the boy in question succeeding in drawing the squirming girl onto his lap and securing her in position with his arms around her waist.

Aria let out a long-suffering sigh, closing her eyes in resignation.

“Okay, yes, okay. Fine. I’m done you win.”

Jaemin smiled, satisfied, and tucked his head into the crook of Aria’s neck, humming to himself. His content mood was quickly yanked away from him however, as Aria leant down to whisper in his ear.

“Jaeminne. If you don’t let me go to finish doing my hair, I’m going to remind you of the fact that I have zero qualms with deicide, and you have yet to reach god-like standards.”

Paling slightly, he retracted his hands and Aria pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before hopping off his thigh.

E is for: “Eomma”

Aria squealed as she was tackled down, hitting the ground with a thunk as Jaehyun leapt for her from across the room. “No no no I’m sorry I take it back I take it back-”

Jaehyun was grinning down at her as he slid his hands up her sides and began to tickle her, pinning down her flailing arms as she tried to hit him. “Oh yeah? You’re sorry now?”

“Yes! Yes I’m sorry I promise - you’re not - I didn’t mean it -” Aria struggled to get the words out, unable to catch her breath.

“Eomma!” She cried out, face red and hurting with how much she was laughing. “Help mee~”

F is for: “Fudge”

Stumbling around the dorm in the dark was never a good idea, but it was late and the other members besides herself and Donghyuck were already asleep. Aria hadn’t wanted to disturb them, so the only lighting the pair had was the fading light from their phone flashlights.

“I can’t see it, but I know I put it down here somewhere? Do you think it’s behind the tab- FU-dge. I like fudge, do you like fudge?” Aria leant over the table to rest her arm on Donghyuck’s shoulder, peering at him curiously.

Her eyes were pinched with pain, and she was hopping slightly.

“Did you stub your toe on the table?”

“Psh, no! This is a serious question Hyuck. Fudge preferences are serious business.”

G is for: “Gorgeous”

“Oh! Gorgeous dahling. Positively stunning.” Aria spoke in a pompous voice, face pulled down with pinched lips and squinted eyes and obnoxiously raised eyebrows. She fluttered her hand around in an aggressively dramatic hand gesture, before spinning on her heel to flounce out of the room.

Mark and Taeyong exchanged a wide eyed glance. Clearly the ‘Greek God’ inspired video had gone more to her head than they had previously anticipated.

H is for: *intense heavy breathing*

Jungwoo took one look at Aria lying on the practice room floor, and immediately proceeded to flop down - belly first - onto the unsuspecting girl. Aria let out an oof, choking slightly at the sudden weight on her chest.

“Jung-w-oo,” She coughed out, slapping weakly at the weight of the older boy.

He only hummed in response, not moving from his position, despite the fact that Aria’s zip on her hoodie was digging into his cheek. He swung his arms up to cover her shoulders, and soon he was lying completely on top of her, obscuring the smaller girl from view.

All was quiet for a moment, before Aria broke the silence with exaggerated, heavy breathing, panting for air. Her eyes widened comically, and she was smiling despite the fact that Jungwoo was actually crushing her lungs slightly.

Still, no attempt was made to get off her, and she slowly resigned herself to her fate.

I is for: “I surrender”

The camera was set up a safe distance away, so that when the bag of flour fell to the ground and poofed up in the inevitable cloud of white dust - the piece of equipment was unharmed. Because of this, it was given a perfect view of the sequence of events that immediately followed:

Aria, grip-less in her socked feet stepped backwards out of the flour coating the floor, misjudged the circumference of the circular cloud that had by then settled, and promptly slipped over, clattering to the ground with a thud and disappearing behind the counter with a half-formed yelp.

The screen was empty for a moment, still, before a hand shot up from behind the counter, coated in the white flour.

“I surrender,” Aria waved her hand back and forth like a flag, commiserating with the now ruined flour lining the tiled floor.

J is for: “Jesus Christ”

The walls were lined with fake and real cobwebs alike, barely visible in the complete lack of light offered from the red blinking lights of the cameras that recorded each NCT 127 member as they crawled their way tentatively through the haunted house’s hallways.

Aria shuffled past old beams that looked far too close to collapse for comfort, sneezing after her nose was ticked by a hanging vine that she hadn’t seen before it was already brushing her nose as she scooted past.

The hallways were quiet, only the sound of her own breathing audible to her heightened senses. That was, until a hand shot out from behind a load-bearing beam, gnarled nails reaching to grab at her skin.

She jumped back, letting out a vocal-chord ripping shriek. “Jesus Christ!”

K is for: *Kiss*

“So, Aria is not a lover of skinship?” The question was posed to Taeyong, the leader having been given the choice to choose his member’s punishment after losing the game they had been playing.

Taeyong let out a short chuckle, seeing where the interviewer was going with their question. “No, no she’s not. Only if we initiate it - and she’ll normally kick us off pretty quickly.”

Aria was shaking her head, making slicing motions in front of her neck to signal Taeyong to stop, no, please anything but that, stop it-

Taeyong paid no mind to her, and soon Aria was settled on a stool in the centre of the studio floor, knees tucked into her chest as Jaemin, Ten, Doyoung and Taeil - the members of her losing team - all gathered around her in a circle.

One by one, they all pressed a single kiss to her cheek, Aria cringing away from Ten’s hold when he went to press another peck to her forehead, and Doyoung coming behind her to hold her still.

When the four boys retreated, Aria was red in the face, the blush adorning her cheeks visible despite the foundation.

L is for: “You don’t love me”

“Hyuck, I have to go.”

“Noooo.” The boy whined from his position sprawled over the mattress, legs spread and hands clutching onto Aria’s wrist to prevent her from leaving. “Stay. M’comfy.”

Aria sighed, tugging at her wrist futilely. “Hyuck, I’m literally going to the bathroom. I’ll be five minutes - less if you let me go now.”

Donghyuck only whined louder, tightening his grip. “No!”

Tossing her head back to the ceiling, Aria yanked her hand out of his grip, plugging her ears against the screech of protest that left Donghyuck’s mouth.

“NO! Come back!”

When Aria made no motion to return, having exited through the doorway hastily, he threw himself back onto the bed. “You don’t love me anymore!”

Her response echoed down the hallway, punctuated by the slamming of the bathroom door. “I do! You’re just a big baby and I needed to go!”

M is for: *Mine*

Aria slid beneath the reaching arm of their maknae, patting him on the side to make him edge a little to the left as she too reached for one of the cookies that were set up on the small snack table.

The white chocolate chips were tempting her, and after staring at the still-full plate for twenty minutes, there was only so much she could do in terms of self restraint.

Scurrying back to her original seat, she settled back in comfortably, bringing the cookie up to her mouth and nibbling at the crunchy edge of the treat.

N is for: “Neo”

“Nono?” Aria bent her neck down to peer at the boy who had entered through the door, dropped his bag, slid off his shoes and then promptly snuggled himself into Aria’s side without so much as a hello.

Jeno nodded in acknowledgement, but made no attempt to explain his curious behaviour.

“Dude,” Aria sighed, hand already moving to run through his hair despite her long-suffering eyeroll, “You’re not being very neo right now.”

O is for: “Ow”

Sitting beside Mark in any context was never a good idea when one wasn’t wearing sleeves or long trousers. He was a very, volatile, laugher, and once he got going it was impossible to stop.

Unfortunately for Aria, her short dress afforded her neither of the aforementioned luxuries, and so she was sure that by the end of the day she was going to be covered in black and purpling bruises from Mark’s non-malicious attacks.

The movie on the screen flickered to a new scene, one that sent Mark into another burst of raucous laughter. His hand raised, and clapped down on Aria’s arm, again, and again, and again.

“Ow, ow, ow ow ow ow, Mark!”

P is for: “Potato juice”

Lucas held up his glass to the camera, grinning as he said, “Apple juice!”

Taeyong bit back a smile as Jungwoo fit himself into the frame, holding his own glass and affirming Lucas’ statement. “Apple juice!”

The camera was spun around, focusing briefly on the apostles of darkness who held up their own glasses of apple juice, before it panned down the row to where Aria was sitting, cradling a glass of clear liquid in her hands that she was taking small sips from.

Taking notice of the camera focusing on her, she took another sip of her glass before holding it up in a cheers. “Potato juice!” She cheered, bringing it back to her lips and paying no mind to the startled cough Doyoung let out, choking on his own apple juice.

Doyoung spun to the camera, gently pulling the glass from Aria’s grasp. “Water. It’s water.” His tone dropped a few decibels, “Did Jaehyun give you this? I’ll kill him.”

Q is for: “Quickly”

“Quickly! Hurry up!” Renjun yelled, rushing over to help Aria into the inflatable costume to begin her run.

“Yah, Renjun! I’m not on your team stop yelling at me!” Aria retorted, pushing his fumbling hands away and pulling up the straps onto her shoulders.

R is for: “Ruff”

The door swung open with a quiet creak, Donghyuck only hearing it when the handle made contact with the wall behind it. He spun around in his chair, eyebrow lifting at the sight of Aria partially in through the doorway. “Hey?”

“Ruff.” Aria blinked at him, unmoving.

“Uh, ruff?” Donghyuck responded in kind, his eyebrows now knitting together in confusion.

Nodding satisfactorily, Aria exited the room with a wave. “Mark! I told you I could get him to bark on live.”

S is for: “Saranghae”

It was a group-wide agreement that in 127, the title for cutest either went to one of the maknaes, or their oldest hyung. Apparently that agreement also spread over stan-twitter, because suddenly Taeil and Aria were being pitted against each other in an aeygo-off. Fan edits and polls were made, and TaeilvsAria was trending on Twitter for nearly a week.

Eager to encourage the trend, it was all too easy for the staff to set the pair up in front of a camera and press record.

Two minutes in, and neither member had broken, both maintaining their stoic faces - although Aria’s lip was slightly red from being bitten, having resorted to pinching the skin between her lips to prevent a smile from breaking out on her face when Taeil had tucked his hands underneath his chin and pouted.

She inhaled, thinking hard on how to end the competition swiftly, exhaling with a small smile as she settled on her next plan of attack.

Spinning around, Aria set her gaze on Taeil, letting her eyes widen and her lips fall into a natural pout.

“Oppa~” She wheedled, moving to clasp his hand in hers. “Saranghae~”

Taeil’s face crumpled, and he closed his eyes in defeat as he dragged Aria into his embrace. “Cheater.”

T is for: “Tough biscuits”

“But what if I don’t want to?” Yangyang argued, pointing at Aria.

“Then, tough biscuits.” Aria stuck out her tongue in retaliation, stealing the game controller from his hands and flicking the game to Minecraft. “I suck at those shooty-games, let me have this.”

U is for: “Unnie”

With her mask pulled up over her nose and lips, Aria was pretty confident that she wasn’t going to be recognized by a member of the public as she strolled down the street towards the coffee shop that had recently opened its doors a few streets over.

She was humming happily, but jolted as she felt an arm snake itself around her waist. Immediately on high-alert, she went to push the unknown person away, before catching a glimpse of their face.

“Unnie!” Aria’s entire demeanor changed, face breaking out into a bright smile beneath the black facemask.

Irene smiled back at her, squeezing her waist lightly. “Hey, angel! How’re you?”

V is for: “Very untrue”

“And Aria normally naps during this time anyway, so we should be happy she’s awake for this.” Jaemin informed the few thousand czennie watching the vlive, phone tucked in between two chairs in the greenroom.

Aria’s mouth dropped open at the obvious betrayal. “Hey! Very untrue! False information! You liar, I do not.”

Jaemin snickered, leaning into the phone. “You can see the marks on her cheek from the arm of the chair too, right czennie?”

The dancer leant over and thumped him on the back of his head for that.

W is for: “Wait wait wait-”

Aria was sprinting down the hallway, phone clutched to her chest and panting. Yuta followed in quick pursuit, rapidly gaining thanks to longer legs and shoes that offered more grip than the tenuous grip offered by Aria’s slippers.

“Wait wait wait, Yuta, no I don’t want to die!” She breathed, pumping her legs faster in an attempt to flee from almost certain death. Perhaps, taking candid photos of the man while he was unconsciously snuggled up to Mark’s side as he slept was, in hindsight, not the best idea.

Yuta was rapidly gaining on her, despite her best efforts.

“Please don’t kill me!”

X is for: “Xièxiè”

Accepting the glass from Kun’s hand, Aria smiled up at the man. “Xièxiè.”

Kun, who was already moving away and back into the kitchen responded in kind, before flinging himself into another bout of conversation; but this time, with a language switch.

Being so used to the constant flip-flopping between languages in the WAYV dorms, he thought nothing of it, but after asking a question and receiving no response, he peered back into the main living area to see Aria sitting there with a puzzled expression on her face.

“Uh, Xièxiè?”

Y is for: “Yessir”

Taeyong explained what it is Aria had to complete for her mission, handing her a small slip of paper that she was to hide from the other team before they came into the makeshift base that had been constructed a few minutes prior.

Aria nodded, completely serious. “Yes sir.”

He waved her away, happy that she understood the level of importance that he had just entrusted her with, and Aria happily departed from the conversation -

By the means of vaulting a table and scrambling over a chair before exiting the door.

Taeyong blinked. And then shrugged, turning his attention elsewhere.

Z is for: *Zzzz*

Snuggled up beneath a blanket is exactly where Aria wanted to be at that very moment - not sitting in the back of a van, squished between Johnny and Yuta. The two men were broad-shoulders, and that left Aria to be batted between the two like a ping-pong ball.

Despite the abrasions to her temple however, Aria found herself slowly drifting off - the lengthy schedules and lack of sleep finally catching up on her.

Her head dropped to the side, first falling forward before it was gently maneuvered onto Yuta’s shoulder, where he tucked her closer and into his side.

Letting out a pleased hum, Aria snuggled closer into his warm coat, sighing softly as she drifted to sleep.

thank you for watching ! - haechanieski

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hangezoeenthusiast · 3 years

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Minecraft

m!reader

pronouns:he/him

fluff

person: sapnap (im not going to use his real name, since he is uncomfy with people using it)

words: 1530

warnings: cursing, yelling

you were at sapnap's house on his bed, watching him stream and play minecraft. he was trying to speedrun minecraft. "hey babe, what'cha doing?" he asked. "just watching you." you replied.

"you wanna come over here?"

"but what about the face cam."

"chat could give less of a shit, or i too."

"ok then babe, let me just get some water."

you went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, then went back to the room. you grabbed one of sapnap's extra chairs and sat next to him. "hey chat, how you doing." chat spammed y/n so many times, you could barely see anything else in there.

"hey my boyfriend, how you doing." a dono said

"im doing good y/nismyboyfriend, good name btw, how are you?"

"heyyyy, your MY boyfriend." sapnap whined. "it's ok baby, im yours and your mine." chat spammed simp, then sapnap buried his head in your heck. "y/nn, make chat stop bullying me." "chat stop bullying my WONDERFUL boyfriend." you emphasized.

after that little situation, you just sat in your chair, zoned out, and just watched. "babe, hey babe, baby are you ok?" sapnap asked. you jumped at the sound of his voice, "sorry, i zoned out, what were you saying." "damn, im not that important to you then that you zoned out." sapnap pouted. "oh shut up you big baby."

"excuse me, don't make me fight you bitch." "sapnap, do you realize i took karate as a kid right?" "that was years ago." "so sapnap, i can still beat your ass with a blindfold." he looked shocked and amazed at the same time. "ok then." he said shyly.

you looked content (like this face 😏), "so what you needed sapnap?' "oh yeahhh, do you want to play minecraft on here?" you were absolutely shit at minecraft, you already tried once, you weren't going to try again. (flashback to the conversation you had with sapnap the first time you ever played minecraft)

"sapnap, how do you move on this thing, this is so complicated" "it's just because your a boomer y/nnn, here, its wasd." "EXCUSE ME SIR IM NOT A BOOMER, APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW." "NO I WON'T APOLOGIZE, YOU APOLOGIZE." "WHY DO I HAVE TO SAY SORRY, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WRONGED ME." "AHHHHHH" you guys are so weird :/ /j

"no, im not, im shit at it, you made fun of me plenty of times, no, no times infinity." "come on baby, that was what, like 1 time." "YEAH, ONE TIME TO MANY." "pwease, for me." he whispered. you looked at his pouty face and didn't crack (MOMMA DIDNT RAISE NO SOFTY /j). "ok then, but the second you make fun of me, i will beat you up so bad that-" sapnap interrupted you, "THANK YOU SO MUCH BABE, but i wont guarantee that i won't make fun of you." he got up, put you in his chair, and standed behind you. "now y/n, the last time you played, you sucked absolute balls, so NOW i will guide you through everything, yaknow, be your sensei." you made a straight face, and looked behind you, seeing him look at you as well.

you had a staring contest. both eyes were locked, eyes squinting, trying to withstand the others. his blinked first, "YES I WON, WHAT'CHA GONNA DO SNAPCHAT, WHAT'CHA GONNA DO?"

"just forget everything that happened in the last 10 seconds, let's do this thing." he guided you towards everything, like moving around, crafting, fighting zombies and skeletons, and even breaking blocks. you were doing fairly well, but there was one, no two, no three things you absolutely sucked shit at that you HAD to master. one was mlg watering, two was building a nether portal, and the last was fighting the ender dragon.

you goal was to beat the game and make new records ;), well, you did, but not without some challenges.

1. mlg water

you crafted a bucket and went to the nearest river/sea. you filled up the water bucket. "hey sapnap, what do we do next?" "next, my darling y/n, we shalt try to mlg." "so what do we do?" "we first, tower up." you pulled out your stacks of blocks, and stacked all the way up to the sky. "so what do i do next?"

"so pull out your water bucket, and then when you almost hit the ground, place the water on you." you jumped of the tower, and failed mlg. it was so ridiculously bad, that goddamn satan wouldn't let you in hell for that little stunt. "NOOO, WHAT THE FUCK, I PLACED IT BELOW ME." "You didn't do it good enough." "SHUT THE FUCK UP SAPNAP."

2. nether portal

obviously if you failed mlg, you would SUCK at making nether portals. "since you fucking sucked at mlg, lets try making a nether portal, it's kinda easier, but still hard. so what you do is make that shape there" "oh no, do it there." "nooo y/n, you're doing it wrong, do it that way."

you made a nether portal, but you obviously messed up, there was cobblestone everywhere. you pickaxed it, but that didn't come with a good thing. "NOOOO, FUCK, WHY WAS THERE LAVA." yeah, that's right, under the cobblestone was lava, and you fell in it, barely salvaging any of your items. well that attempt went horribly

3. ender dragon

after getting to the nether, getting blaze rods and converting them into blaze powder, trading with hoglins to get ender pearls, not having enough ender pearls from the hoglins, killing endermen and dying from them while getting ender pearls, crafting eye of enders, finding the stronghold, placing the eye of enders in the stronghold frame, while dying along the way, you finally got into the end.

finally all this suffering and mocking from sapnap would end, and you would finally beat the game. but, obviously, with you having little to no minecraft skills, it came with A BUNCH of problems, like destroying the crystals, making sure you wouldn't anger endermen, avoiding the dragon of dealing damage to you, and flying into the void.

1. destroying the crystals

sapnap ordered you, "use your bow to destroy the crystals." you aren't and weren't no minecraft god, so you couldn't destroy all the crystals, but you did one of them tho 👍

so he gave you another try, to use blocks to climb the side of the pillars, and destroy the crystals that way. you died, to put it shortly and bluntly. "AHHHH," you screamed. you got exploded by the crystals. that happened with EVERY. SINGLE. CRYSTAL you happened to try to destroy.

but eventually, you destroyed all the crystals.

2. endermen

after you destroyed the crystals, you had the task off not angering the endermen by eye contact. that went horribly wrong. sapnap had the courage to tell you that you couldn't look them in the eyes, and that you would anger them if you would. "WHY ARE THEY CHASING ME," you shouted. "y/nn calm down, just kill the ones that are angry at you."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ALMOST ALL OF THEM ARE CHASING ME." you overaggerated. "no, it's almost 3 dude, just kill them."

you killed them, and then you had the task of the dragon.

3. the dragon dealing damage

sapnap took control of shooting the dragon in the air with the bow and arrows. when the dragon would come down to the middle, you would hit their head (im doing the enderdragon as nonbinary, yaknow, they are a lesbian, nonbinary lesbians are vaild :D).

4. the void

the last thing you had trouble with in the end was the void. the darkless pit that leads to nothing except death. the dragon was throwing you around like a little puppet, you doing nothing except being flung around the place. "FUCK, FUCK YOU DRAGON," you screeched. the dragon was getting on your last nerve.

after all the trouble,and death, you finally beat the dragon. "YESSS, YESS, FUCK YOUR DRAGON, SUCK ON MY 10 IINCH DICK." sapnap cheered you on through your little victory speech. "bye chat, imma stop streaming now, since it has been 6 hours, we need to go to sleep." "bye, chat, love you guys."

you and sapnap ended the stream, feeling exhausted. you went to do your skin care routine, and found sapnap waiting for you in bed. "how was the stream y/n, did you enjoy it?" "yeah, i enjoyed it, only the dying part i hated."

"it's ok, babe, we can try it another time, maybe next time you won't die as much, at least you made a new record."

"what record sap?"

"the record of dying the most in minecraft." you slapped him around his head, not finding his joke funny. "hey, don't hit me, i'm fragile."

"sorry you big baby." you responded. you both got under the blanket, and snuggled (i don't know why, but the word snuggled is enchanting), huddling together, and basking in each others warmth. even if you died 4,234 times in minecraft, at least you had your favorite person at your side while doing it.

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oughhfdjfbds i live for your lee xiao stuff so maybe 12 or 28 (whichever you prefer ndjjdsn) with xiaoven and lee xiao?? only if you want to of course aaaa

a/n: HEY GIRLIE..... writing this literally made me go nuts dont look at me im so in love with xiao it’s embarrassing

prompts:

12. “Why are you holding back? Laugh!”

28. “Sorry, I forgot how ticklish you are.”

word count: 1.3k (under the cut)

“Xiao, c’monnn! I was only teasing,” Venti yelled, a slight pout on his face as he watched Xiao continue to walk away from him. He was aware that his energy could be a bit much sometimes, especially for someone like Xiao who had almost no relationship experience when the two confessed their feelings, but still... Upon realising that his apologies were getting him nowhere, Venti thrust himself a few feet ahead of his partner on a wind current, folding his arms to block Xiao’s path.

“Xiaoooo... I know I shouldn’t have done it, I’m sorryyy! It’s just- you act really cute whenever I hug or even touch you, but I’ll stop if it makes you uncomfortable, I mean it. I know you’re not a huge fan of PDA.” The Anemo Archon trailed off, twiddling his thumbs like a cartoon character caught in the middle of a crime.

Xiao flinched, coughing sharply behind his hand to distract from the the light pink hue overtaking his cheeks. “Barbatos, what have I said about you calling me cu-... that?” He huffs quietly, glaring at the man stood before him. He quickly averted his gaze at the sight of Venti’s puppy eyes, choosing to focus on a patch of flowers nearby instead.

“Nooo! Don’t start calling me Barbatos again, I already said I was sorry!” Venti whined, latching onto one of Xiao’s sleeves and making a show of wiping his faux tears on it. He giggled playfully when Xiao pulled his arm back in disgust, trying to wipe away the wet patch on his usually pristine vest.

“Besides, you do get all cute whenever I try show you any affection! Just yesterday, you yelped and jumped about 3 foot in the air because I poked you to get your attention. I know that I sometimes forget how ticklish you are, and I admit that maaay be my fault, but you can’t say that wasn’t at least the slightest bit endearing.”

Xiao tensed up at the memory, a shiver making it’s way up his spine as he furrowed his brows. “It wasn’t,” he said, though he still refused to look his partner in the eye’s.

Looking back on it, Venti was aware he should’ve quit while he was ahead. Xiao had a short temper, and Venti’s wallet was far too dry for him to buy the Adepti more bowls of Almond Tofu as a peace offering. But still, Venti wouldn’t be a very good bard if he kept all of his quick-wittedness and sharp tongued retorts to himself, would he?

“Oh my god, you’re blushing. That’s precious.” He giggled, reaching up to brush his thumbs across the warmth of Xiao’s face.

“I am not!” Xiao hissed, taking a step backwards and embarrassing himself further when he had to steady himself, having tripped over a small rock that he hadn’t noticed just moments before.

“You totally are- ahhh! Xiao- oof!” Venti gasped, finding himself lying flat on his back with Xiao straddling his waist, the Adepti’s hands grasping at the grass surrounding the sides of the bard’s head. “That could’ve hurt, you know!” Venti frowned, bottom lip jutted out comically.

“You fell on grass, there’s no way that wo- stop changing the subject!” Xiao growls, leaning down so he was nose-to-nose with his partner.

“Your eyes are really beautiful from down here.”

Xiao glared down at the bard, fists clenching. “I’m not cute, not beautiful, so stop saying it- oh...” He looked down, his face turning almost as red as a strawberry as he realised the position they were in. He had meant to get his point across, not stra- Well, not whatever this was.

“Aww, cat got your tongue, love?” Venti cooed. It was mean, he knew it was- but not taking advantage of how flustered Xiao was would surely be a lot meaner, he concluded.

‘L-love?!’ The pet name echoed in Xiao’s head, and he let out a quiet noise akin to a whine, making Venti swoon. He squirmed in embarrassment as he felt a pair of hands creep up to his sides, their thumbs trailing back and forth in a way that only Venti knew could get to him.

“You have to use your words, Xiao. What was it you were trying to say, hmm?” Venti smirked, his tone sickeningly sweet as he watched the other struggle to stay still.

“Barba- Venti! Mmh-hhah...! Quit it! Let me speak,” Xiao managed to get out through his huffs, biting his lip in an attempt to hold back the laughter bubbling up in his throat. “Mmh-hmm-hm! Nooo- this isn’t fahair...!”

Venti hummed contentedly, rolling his eyes. “You could just get off of me, you know? I’m not gonna chase y-“

“No!”

“Ouch, cutting me off was rude,” the bard pouted. “Suit yourself, though.” And with that, Venti raised his legs to better support Xiao’s back, noticing that he was struggling to balance. Thumbs were suddenly replaced with 5 nails on each side, gently scribbling up and down.

Xiao positively squealed, slapping a hand over his mouth to try and muffle the sounds, the other flying down to grab handfuls of grass to anchor himself.

Venti wasn’t too surprised, really. Xiao had always been a stubborn one, and it usually took a lot of persistence to crack him. But sitting in Venti’s lap, laughing? No, giggling, and hardly making a move to escape? That was new. He wasn’t complaining though, and as his nails wormed their way into his partner’s exposed underarms, scribbling playfully at the skin, he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

A shrill squeak filled the air, and the poor Adepti squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, refusing to give Venti the satisfaction of seeing the pleading look behind his eyelids. “Ple-eehe- mmh-hmmm! Not there, ahh!”

As precious as this was, the bard did want to hear some proper laughter. It’d only be fair, after all. “Why are you holding back, my love? You’re allowed to laugh, you know.”

And laugh he did.

The teasing lilt to the bard’s voice finally broke through Xiao’s resolve, and a wave of panicked giggles spilled from his lips as he squirmed from left to right, shaking his head. “Nooohoho- ahh! Ventieehee, it’s not fair, ahaha!” Xiao half-squealed, half-growled, his legs shaking with the effort of keeping himself upright. “I caha- no! No no noooo! Not thehere, pleaaase!”

“Not where, hmm? Venti cooed softly. “Right heeeere?” He made a point of flexing his fingers in Xiao’s underarms, being rewarded with an adorable cackle and a frantic nod. “Just lift your arms, I can’t do much if I’m trapped-“

Xiao frantically raised his arms, finding it almost impossible to feel embarrassed about how easy it was for his partner to get him to do just about anything in this state. He just needed Venti’s nails out of there. His relief was cut short as he felt the tickling return tenfold, helpless cackles bursting out of his chest like fireworks, leaning down to bury his red face in Venti’s shoulder.

“I wasn’t lying though, Xiao. You do look really beautiful from down here.” Venti mumbled, mostly to himself, unable to take his eyes off the squirming man in his lap. His hair was strewn all over the place, mouth wide open as giggles flowed out of him like honey, the grin on his face making the bard’s heart do cartwheels. It had been a while since he’d heard Xiao laugh like this, and he hoped to savour it for just a little while longer.

All good things must come to an end, of course, and Venti stopped his attack mere moments later, having noticed tiny tears pricking at the corners of Xiao’s eyes. He watched thoughtfully as his partner came down from his giggle-high, a smile tugging at his lips when Xiao finally calmed down enough to rub away the lingering sensations on his sides.

“Sorry, that was uncalled for. I didn’t mean to go so far,” Venti said, an apologetic expression on his face. He carefully propped himself up on his arms, using surrounding rocks for support as he sat up. The bard pressed a quick kiss to Xiao’s pink cheeks, and as he finally made a move to stand up, his partner spoke. So quietly that Venti couldn’t hear him, in fact. “What was that, dearest?”

Xiao placed a hand on Venti’s chest, swallowing thickly as he gently shoved the bard back down into the grass.

“You- you didn’t have to stop...

#xiaoven #xiao #venti #tickle fic #GODDD. head in hands #xiao plewse interact i just want to kiss you #eulas writing

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