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semicolonsspace · 5 months

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Newt smut. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU.

Yes, ma'am/sir/mx!!! Just because you asked so nicely <3

Warnings: Praise kink, heated make-out, handjob, teasing

Y/n was frustrated all day long. She was constantly getting picked on by all the boys of the gladers. She was quite Ornery. Even Gally was picking on her, sometimes even attempting to advance on her. She had enough, the next person who tried she just might become violent.

It was late at night and she and Newt sat at by the edge of the forest called Deadheads. It was her favorite place, the Gladers barely went there.

Unfortunately, Gally saw them and began walking his way toward her-Not her best friend Newt. She threw her head back in a groan at the sight of him. "Fuck off, Gally! I don't want to fight you in the circle!"

"How about fighting in a bed?" Gally asks suggestively. The Y/n stood up slowly and offered him a hand. He was shocked at first was Newt- then took her small hand into his. Then she pulled him into her knee and kicked him between the legs. "If any of you! Ask me that STUPID QUESTION again! I WILL THROW YOU IN THE MAZE MYSELF."

Newt was quick and pulled her off of Gally. As he was being held up by her he fell to the ground and gruntled, turning over to regather himself. Newt shoves his best friend into the trees away from prying eyes. He looked mad, but he wasn't mad at her. To the Gladers it looked like he was going to give her a talking to and maybe throw her into the slammer. But- he could never do that to her. He admired her too much.

The deeper they went, the calmer she got. It was just the two now. It was refreshing as she was always stuck between these walls with the wretched horny boys.

Y/n stopped and sat against a tree, out of breath from being dragged by her limping friend. "I'm sorry Newt," She cries, her voice slightly breaking. Newt sits down next to her and pulls her to his chest.

"Don't be sorry, love. That shank deserved it," He hummed. He kisses the top of her head and moves the hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry that the boys are constantly bothering you... Tomorrow I will make a meeting for you to never be bothered again," He declared holding her tightly to his chest. He had a teasing smile on his face that Y/n adored. Y/n straddled his lap and cuddled into him. Newt thought nothing of this as they always were this affectionate.

"I appreciate you, Newt. You're the only one that I feel safe with," Y/n whispers, her voice as soft as the wind. It was a bit cold from the breeze but that just gave her more of a reason to snuggle into him.

"I appreciate you too," Newt whispers. He plants a small kiss in front of her ear and she giggles. He kissed her again and it was on her jaw. He was now laughing as he continued to kiss her.

"That tickles!"

"Good! You have to be punished!"

Y/n whimpers and tries to get away from him. Y/n was now on the ground and Newt was on top of her. He was tickling her and she was laughing loudly. She hears something and they both look at the owner. Newt sees the owner and chuckles before guiding her face to look at him with two fingers. "It's just a squirrel, love." Y/n's heart flutters and begins to hyperventilate a bit. He looked so fascinating. So Charming above her.

"Newt?" She croaks.

"Yes, dear?" Newt asks with a small smirk.

"Would you be mad at me if I asked you to kiss me?" Her voice was softer now, barely being able to be heard. But he heard her just fine. His hand now cups her face chin, "Never," he responds huskily. And then he kisses her, slowly tasting her every drop of nectar that rested in her mouth. He was entranced. He wanted to kiss her since she arrived here and was finally able to. He wanted to kiss her for an eternity. But he knew he was human and needed oxygen to survive.

He releases the kiss with a giant gasp for air. He lets her breathe for a second and goes in again. This time she moans from not expecting it. His pants become tighter, so he situates himself where his knee rests between her legs. This gains him more access to the kiss. He couldn't help but tease her, his knee pressed up against her mound. He didn't expect anything from the kiss, he just wanted to feel her lips on his. But he got more than he wanted. She flips him over, his back now against the same tree they sat against. "You're teasing me," She states the obvious. He nods and pulls her into his lap. "It's in my job requirements."

"Oh, yeah?" She purrs and points to his hard-on. "Is this in there as well?"

Newt flushes and looks away at a twig on the ground. "It's not my fault; It's a bodily function that I do not control, love."

Moments go by, Staring into each other's eyes. "I know I said that I would throw someone in the maze if they asked me that question but you haven't asked yet." Her voice was everything but innocent. It was filled with desire, luring him in like a magnet.

"Do you want me to ask you?" He asks daringly.

"If you don't, I will."

Then Newt kisses her again; He groans the second his tongue enters her mouth. His hands roam her body, exploring it like he was a scavenger in a jungle. His hands Memorize her curves, wanting to be engraved in his brain forever. So that way W.C.K.D can never take it away.

She takes off her shirt, her lips leaving him temporarily. Now, Newt memorizes her skin, the texture of her torso, the scars, freckles, and moles. It burns into his brain. Then he only kisses her with more need. Her hand reaches down to his trousers and palms him slightly. "You're going to kill me if you keep touching it like that," Newt murmurs. Y/n says nothing and silently begs him to take his shirt off by tugging on the hem. He takes it off with one hand swiftly. Her hands roam his chest, admiring how he looked. She also wanted to remember every detail, every perfection, and imperfections that littered his body. "Stop staring," He mumbles. She kisses his chest, "Never." She licks the spot she kisses, sucking on it as she looks up at him with innocent eyes. His chest was moving quickly. He pets her hair, smiling almost like he is exhausted. His eyes were hooded with lust as he stared at her marking his chest.

Subsequently, some clothes were removed as they kissed and felt each other. Their breaths were so heavy; The kiss was too. The kiss was so long that they had to stop for air numerous times. Newt couldn't keep his slender fingers off of her. He was so enamored by how alluring she looked. She was like a siren and he was the pirate amongst the beating sea waters; except at this point she was the seawater, she felt like it anyway.

"Newt... Please," Y/n whimpers. Her hands were above her head, pinned to the soft dirt ground. His calloused lanky hands had pinned them, his body grinding against each other like desperate animals.

"Patience, dear... Wanna take my time with you," he responds with a crass, rough voice. He plants kisses under her ear, trailing down to her clavicle. Her beady eyes flutter at him doing so, never having felt such wonderful pleasure. She let out a satisfied moan, making him respond with a deep chuckle.

"Just wait until we continue."

Y/n's hands find his hips, his stomach, and then down to his member. He shudders when her soft small hands toy with with his red tip. "How is this on waiting?" Y/n purrs bawdily. His mouth falls open and he nods. Her stomach fills with butterflies, feeling like they were riding on roller coasters.

"Oh, don't stop," Newt moans with urgency. Y/n smiled innocently at him, assuring she wasn't going to. Her hand twists on him slowly, massaging the sensitive head as she gives him direct eye contact. His hood eyes trained on hers, fluttering to stay open as it felt too phenomenal.

"You look so handsome," Y/n praises in an attempt to tease him. He groans lowly, "Shut up... I'm so close-" Then Y/n speeds up, wanting him to feel that sweet relief. She also wanted to feel that release splatter all over her stomach. "My handsome boy," she murmurs as her free hand tickles his bicep that is holding his body up. Then she feels warmth on her abdomen, concurrently as he whispers her name repeatedly with a high-pitch moan.

(All alright I'm sorry if this is short, but I've been stuck on how to continue this for a while so here is this... Let me know if you think of anything specific and I'll try to write it// or add it to this)

#newt tmr #the maze runner smut #maze runner #newt smut #tmr newt #newt #the maze runner #the maze runner newt #The maze runner newt smut

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gorgeousgreymatter-x · 1 year

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An excerpt from my unfortunately likely very belated birthday fic for @wynnyfryd my beloved:

It’s not like there’s a definitive set of tracks that Eddie’s on the wrong side of, but there’s something about being in Loch Nora, driving through the suburbs of these rich-y rich neighborhoods that made his skin crawl. Like he’s wearing a huge neon red sign that says I’m not supposed to be here. But there are a few things he’ll venture out to Doucheville for.

The main one being money.

Okay — the only one being money. But who was he to turn down practically double his normal rates simply because Heather Holloway was too prissy to meet in the woods? Whatever, for that much extra cash he’d throw in home delivery just this once.

Of course, because nothing in Eddie’s life is fair or easy, it backfires. Not in the lack of payday kind of way, he thinks, patting the thick roll of cash newly stuffed into his back pocket. That part had gone just fine. Heather had played her part of the stuck up cheerleader and Eddie the scummy drug dealer and yada yada everybody went home happy.

It backfires more in the almost crashed his van into a tree and died simply because he’s a horny idiot kind of way.

Because the universe apparently decided that Eddie, who’d literally promised himself that he was no longer going to be an obsessed freakazoid over Steve goddamn Harrington, must be tested, must truly suffer. Why else would right now be the exact moment in time he drives past the guy while he's clearly on a run and sporting a pair of nearly indecent length running shorts coupled with a — jesus h. christ — a Hawkins High Marching Band t-shirt cut into a crop top revealing a gloriously thick treasure trail. And muscles. So many muscles.

The universe clearly wanted Eddie to die.

And now Eddie has to sit here, rubbing awkwardly at the bruise he definitely feels blooming on his forehead from the unfortunate whack it’s taken against his steering wheel. Because, as mentioned — idiot. He has to sit here while Steve fucking Harrington peers into his open window with this unfathomably sweet look of concern on his stupid angelic face that makes Eddie, for a moment, kinda wish he was dead. Especially because his brain decides, “There was a squirrel!” is the best thing to blurt out when Steve asks if he’s okay. The hasty, “I mean, I’m fine,” Eddie adds after definitely helps sell it a lot. He can tell by the way Steve’s brow is all furrowed in a stupidly cute stupid way.

“I dunno, man,” Steve says (and Eddie definitely does not stare as he watches a single bead of sweat drip down the slope of Steve’s throat, over those pair of freckles Eddie absolutely hasn't thought about sinking his teeth into), "I kind of have a lot of experience with head injuries and that looked like it hurt. Are you sure –"

"Why do you care?"

Steve's worried expression crumples into something steely that just makes Eddie feel like even more of a dick than he knows he's already being. "I just know how shitty concussions can be, sorry for worrying about you, I guess --"

Fuck. Eddie sighs. It would be so much easier if Steve was the jerk Eddie'd always thought he was instead of what he's really turning out to be, which is such a fucking sweetheart that Eddie can't help but want to do a lot of really, really not sweet things to him. "Shit, no -- I'm being an asshole. Maybe chalk it up to that possible head trauma you're worried about?"

Steve is quiet for a moment, but then that look of cool detachment disappears, and he smiles, all gleaming white teeth, and it feels like watching the fucking sun splitting through storm clouds or some shit. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie blinks and sees that Harrington's got his middle finger up, flipping him the bird with such a smug little smirk on that pretty face that Eddie can't help it. He laughs. "Cute."

"You really think so?" Maybe it's the heat. That's gotta be it, Eddie thinks, watching how Steve's cheeks flush, watches as it spreads down past his throat, past those tufts of chest hair poking up teasingly past the stretched out collar of his borrowed t shirt.

The t-shirt Steve had so clearly borrowed from Robin. Robin, who was supposedly Harrington's girlfriend. The image of Robin from earlier in the cafeteria that day wearing Steve’s letterman jacket flashes across his mind and he has to bite him own tongue to stop himself from wincing.

Eddie's gonna throw up. Maybe he does have a concussion after all.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve x eddie

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justabigassnerd · 7 months

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Periods and Mood Swings

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,230

Warnings - periods, mentions of blood, fluff

Summary - you have your first period and your dad tries to help

A/N - hey y'all sorry it's been so long since my last fic I'm working as hard as I can to get these fics out for y'all I swear. this was an anon request so I hope I did it justice. I won't ramble so as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Since you didn’t grow up with a maternal figure in your life, Carole had made it her goal to be the figure you were missing, however, she often made sure to educate your father, Maverick in the process to make sure he was ready for anything that fatherhood could throw his way.

One of those things being periods.

Carole had sat Maverick down and given him an intense talking to about the importance of making sure you were aware of what a period was and what it meant before you started to have them. She made sure Maverick knew what products to buy and what to expect with your behaviour. By the time Carole’s intensive bootcamp had ended, Maverick was sure that was harder than any training he had done at Top Gun, yet he felt very prepared for what was to come around the time you turned thirteen.

When you reached your teens, you had been thoroughly prepared by your dad for what was to come when you hit puberty. However, your period, while you had been somewhat awaiting its arrival, struck before you could’ve ever been ready. You woke up one morning and were immediately hit by a strong stomach cramp. You suddenly shot out of bed and darted into the bathroom sighing heavily when you saw the patch of blood on your pyjama bottoms. You cleaned yourself up, grabbing the pads and spare underwear you had squirrelled away in your drawer just for an occasion like this and rushing back into your room to get changed into something clean and checking your bed sheets, relieved to see that they didn’t fall victim to your period. Not feeling motivated to put anything more on than a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt with a hoodie, you grab your pyjamas and take them downstairs, putting stain remover on the blood stain and chucking them in the washing machine before starting the wash. You decide that while you’re downstairs you’ll make yourself some breakfast, you pour yourself a bowl of cereal and sit at the kitchen table to eat your food. When you finish you put your empty bowl and spoon into the dishwasher and head into the living room, intending to relax and watch some tv but as you sit down, a wave of cramps overcomes you, forcing you to curl into a ball and squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to rid yourself of the pain.

By the time Maverick had finally gotten out of bed and made his way downstairs you had resigned yourself to the fate of never being able to leave the sofa, the pain being too much. When Maverick stumbled across you curled up on the sofa, he immediately assumed the worst and was rushing over to your side in seconds.

“y/n, what’s wrong sweetheart?” He asks worriedly, kneeling down and looking you over for any signs of illness or injury.

“Period.” You mumble grumpily into the cushion, the word barely understandable but Maverick managed to hear it clear enough and his eyes soon widened.

“Are you okay?” Maverick asks, regretting his words when you lifted your face enough of the cushion to glare at him.

“Oh yeah dad, I’m doing great! I love feeling like I’m being repeatedly stabbed in my stomach.” The sarcasm was practically rolling off of you in waves and Maverick found himself almost cowering under your gaze.

“Got it, not asking that question ever again.” Maverick mumbles, glancing down at the floor briefly before looking back up at you.

“Is there anything I could do to help?” Maverick then tries asking, watching carefully for your response. He could see you itching to fire another snarky comment his way. He knew he was doing exactly what Carole had predicted. He was panicking, and because of that, he was asking all the wrong questions. He waited with bated breath for the inevitable sassy comment to leave your mouth, but it never came. Instead, you relaxed back against the cushions.

“Could you get me some pain meds? I didn’t think to take any.” You ask, wincing as another cramp shoots through you, your arm winding around your stomach as you curled in on yourself to try and reduce the pain.

“Yes, of course, sweetheart.” Maverick was nodding frantically as he scrambled to his feet and rushed off in search of something to alleviate your pain. He dug through the medicine cabinet until he found the ibuprofen, then rushed to the kitchen to fill a glass with water before bringing the water and medicine to you.

“Here, sit up so you can take it.” Maverick says gently as he helps you sit up so you can take the medicine. Maverick watches as you take the pills quickly, setting the glass down on the coffee table once you’re done with it. Maverick then goes to move to grab the glass and take it back into the kitchen, but you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

“No, stay please.” You request, your mood doing a whole one-eighty from the sass Maverick had briefly been on the receiving end of. Maverick knew he couldn’t deny you anything you wanted, especially when you weren’t feeling a hundred percent because of your first period. Without speaking, Maverick sat back down alongside you, letting you curl into his side, and wrapping an arm around you as you settled your head on his chest, just above his heart.

“Do you want the tv on?” Maverick asks softly, glancing at the tv remote sitting on the arm of the chair alongside him.

“Only if there’s something good on.” You mumble, adjusting yourself slightly to get in a more comfortable position as another cramp attacks you. Maverick turns on the tv, flicking through the channels until he finds a movie that is good enough to have on.

“Sorry for being a little moody with you.” You say after a few minutes of silence, your gaze remaining fixed on the tv as you speak.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Carole warned me about this. It’s like she knew I’d panic and say all the wrong things.” Maverick says with a soft chuckle, hearing you laugh lightly as well.

“Carole does know everything.” You say, smiling as you imagine Carole giving your dad an intense pep talk about everything.

“But you didn’t say anything wrong. My stomach just hurts so bad, and my mood just feels all over the place.” You continue, curling further into your dad’s side as he runs a hand up and down your back.

“Carole prepared me for that. It’s okay. I’ll look after you as best I can. And if I’m ever overstepping or irritating you, tell me.” Maverick says, looking down at you as you look up at him, nodding at his words.

“Thank you, dad.” You whisper, smiling as he presses a soft kiss against the top of your head as you rest your head back on his chest, relaxing in his arms and focusing on the tv and the steady thump of his heartbeat. Unconsciously, you hugged your dad a little tighter as you thought about how grateful you were for him. He wasn’t perfect. Nobody was. But he was doing his best and he was going to be there for you as best he could.

You didn’t doubt his words for a second.

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you-cant-fuck-megaman · 7 months

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btw isn't the canon reason for the timeline split caused by Dr. Light having sex and later raising actual flesh-and-blood children? So if you wanted to fuck Dr. Light (which you elaborated isn't possible) you'd basically cause a butterfly effect

while that's popular fanon after a funny meme post on twitter, battle network is not the only timeline where light has children

Fully Charged has IMO the coolest incarnation of Light. he's an absolute hunky bear of a man, he can throw down hand-to-hand with robots himself, he's an actually-present father figure who looks after his children. like, not just father in the metaphorical sense, as in he spawned Suna Light from his loins and so had to have had sex with a lucky-ass woman (potentially multiple times).

i'm sorry you saw me and your mom fighting, sunshine, but she's got a long way to go before she can take on the Undertaker at Wrestlemania. now let both of us get back to training, please.

there's a lot to hate about Fully Charged, but Light ain't one of them.

and then there's Dr. Emilia Right from the pachislot, whom is the actual daughter of Dr. Ligh--pardon, Dr. RIGHT, which means at some point once again, Lright got down with someone and had a lot of fun with them.

Emilia Right owns, she found a busted robot and her first priority was to make her look cute again and then to make her combat ready after that. she's got a red hair like a squirrel and put gadgets into her clothes just for the #aesthetic, potentially implying that Light went best-of-5 at EVO with Street Fighter's C. Viper.

and then there's the archie AU with LaLinde. the archie run's got a lot of good shit about it, but Dr. LaLinde was originally intended to be a darker-skinned woman with a normal introduction, and then her first appearance is The Love Interest

heart backgrounds with dr. light going AHOOGA HOOGAAW AOOOOOOO HA-CHA-CHA-CHA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAA. i'm not about to say that there can't be love interests in media or that women can't be attractive, i too enjoy a nice pair of knockers whenever i can pull myself away from being correct on the internet. but this has the subtlety of a brick hammer hitting another brick hammer with a face drawn on it. two volumes down the line, i can guarantee you they fucked. nothing may have come from it, since ken penders fucked the entire universe, but i think that just means dr. light got pretty handily fucked by extension.

megaman's got a lot of AUs and a lot of split timelines, even oftentimes within the same subseries. capcom can't write a straight timeline to save their life. someone could be holding the NES hostage, holding their dick in the cartridge slot and yelling demands at bob capcom on the phone like "you write a coherent story or i'll blow this bastard's brains out", and then bob capcom still would insist on putting in 3 extremely important characters that are relevant for maybe 2 minutes of cutscenes. and would still conflict with the lore established in Stage 69 of Area 420 in Megaman Zero 0. megaman continuity would STILL be utterly fucked beyond repair.

whether or not Light fucked has no real bearing on it, as you can see--even the fuck timeline has a lot of splits completely unbearing of the simple binary "did/did not" switch. it's a little bit more complicated than that. see, the question is not so much whether the timeline split is caused by Dr. Light having sex, but rather whether he tops, bottoms, or takes it up the ass.

#Dr. Light #Doctor Light #megaman #mega man #rockman #worldbuilding #ask #kkhell

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theesirenteller · 6 months

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"𝙋𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙮, 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 !"

IN WHICH MARCUS MISSES HIS DAD'S GF

"Don't cry papi, you know he'll be back before you know it." Rhea attempted to comfort her son. The seven-year-old was deeply saddened by his father's absence over the last month. What felt short to some, was a big deal to the boy. His father was his hero, his best friend, and his role model.

"Can we go visit, Piffy?" Marcus asked with a sniffle as he rubbed at his eyes with the back of his fist.

"Of course we can." She replied with a gentle smile, "I'll call her and see if she's home first."

"No, Let's surprise her! she makes funny faces when she's surprised." He insisted with a smile forming across his face.

Marcus had developed a close bond with Epiphany over the last three months. She was always sweet to him and smelt like candy. She reminded him of Strawberry Shortcake from TV. Always energetic and happy. She knew over a hundred games for the park and taught him them all. Marcus loved playing Just Dance, a K-pop edition at her apartment. Other times, they'd have movie nights when he spent nights with his dad. Epiphany made so many bright colored sweets that the boy thought he was in a bakery. His favorite was her peach cupcakes with chocolate-dipped strawberries on top. Plus, it made Marcus happy to see his dad happy. He always looked happy and playful whenever Epiphany was around. The eight-year-old loved teasing his dad about his 'crush' on Epiphany.

It didn't take much longer than thirty minutes for Rhea and Marcus to arrive at Epiphany's apartment building. Rhea had been there twice; once to formally meet her with Marcus and the second time for dinner the weekend before Thanksgiving. Rhea thought Epiphany was a sweet woman. Definitely sassy and perhaps a bit young, but she fit right in with their family. Marcus held a bag of churros in his hands for them to share as he awaited beside his mother inside the elevator.

Meanwhile, Epiphany had been in her living room working out. She needed something to distract her from spamming Mick with 'how's Chris doing' text messages. She understood Christopher had shit going on and had to lay low but did it hurt to text her himself or to give her a five-minute phone call? Dating her ex-dealer was so not fun sometimes. And then, there was Beth. Epiphany took a week off of work just to not face the smug-looking squirrel. Annoyance, anger, and sadness were what she felt; and instead of moping, Epiphany decided to channel that into working out.

An R&B ballad of the K-pop group, Red Velvet played as background music to her swift hip-whining. A mind-to-muscle connection was what she focused on to move her lower waist and hip area as effortlessly as she could. Twenty-five lbs weights were gripped in her fists, which she rotated in circles above her head. Her lavender sports bra and shorts were drenched in sweat, tightly clinging to her body like a second layer of skin. The sudden bang against her door caused her to stop and turn around. "Coming!" Epiphany rushed to throw on a terry-cloth robe before heading downstairs.

She ran past her bright-fuschia pink kitchen with her heart beating rapidly at the thought of her lover being on the other side of the door.

"Hi Piffy, I missed you!" greeted Marcus's squeaky voice with glee.

"Hi Epiphany, it's nice to see you. Sorry to drop by on such short notice." Rhea added.

A smile had finally formed across Epiphany's lips for the first time in months. "Aye dios mio, Hi!" she greeted before quickly stepping aside, "Please come on in. It's nice to see you both." The way Marcus ran to her and embraced her with a warming hug made her heart swoon. She had no choice but to squeal as she crouched down and hugged him in return.

"I missed you too, sweetie pie. It's been boring without you." she cooed before giving his forehead a peck.

Rhea smiled gleefully at the sweet interaction between her son and Epiphany. It was all she could hope for in any relationship Christopher had. "I got us Churros and nutella dip." Marcus showed off, holding up his paper bag.

"Ooouuu awesome, how about we watch Ponyo while we eat them?" Epiphany suggested. The boy nodded his head eagerly before dashing off to the staircase beside the kitchen.

"Thanks for bringing him by, Rhea." she said sincerely, "He's really sweet and well…I've been really bummed out since Chris went M.I.A."

"Marcus too, he asked for you and in a way I think spending time with you…makes him feel closer to his father." Rhea replied, "You'll get used to it. Or, at least I hope you do because Marcus is attached to you and Chris…well, it's just nice to see him take someone seriously."

The dancer nodded, biting at her lip as she sank deep into her inner thoughts. If only Rhea knew that Epiphany felt like she was in deep to the point of not going back, "You think he takes me seriously?"

Rhea only smiled and comfortingly tapped her shoulder, "Yea chica, I do."

"Well then, I'll be sure to give him three ass-whoopings for Marcus, you, and I." Epiphany grinned.

"Momma! Eiffy! Hurry up!" Marcus called from upstairs causing the two women to chuckle and make their way over.

#rio; dealer fanfic #theesirentellerstories #theesirenteller fanfic #marcus good girls nbc #rhea gg #rhea good girls #marcus good girls

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angry-trashcan · 3 months

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Marriage Counseling.

Once again, the girls are having some girl time. This time featuring Legend and of course, Sage. Cinder (@neverchecking) and I wrote this one together. Because god damn is it more fun to do it that way.

TW: Name calling, degradation, heavy dom/sub themes, slight dub-con (like a little), brat taming, the briefest mention of a knife, dumbification, Sage. Let me know if I missed anything.

6K WC

MINORS DNI. SMUT BELOW THE CUT.

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Just once.

Just once is all she asked for.

Just one time with only her and the woman spread out under her. Just once did she want to pull the moans from her alone. The door was locked, she double - no- triple checked to make sure that they couldn’t be interrupted easily. To make sure that They would both be able to love each other fully in peace.

And as Ceres let out another quiet moan, a soft cry of Aaliyah’s name spilling off of her tongue, she thought it may be possible. And as the brunette pushed her shoulders gently so she would roll over onto her back, giving Ceres full reign over her pleasure, the door slammed open.

Aaliyah nearly screamed out of frustration and the ruined orgasm that sat dying in her stomach. “The door was locked!”

“And now it’s not.” Sage spoke, his voice far too nonchalant for what was transpiring.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” Aaliyah’s head hit the pillows under her.

“I can’t believe Ceres is topping.” Their head shot over at the new voice.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ceres spat, moving to get off of Aaliyah’s lap, reaching for the blanket to cover themself. Sage stopped her, his hands covering hers and throwing the blanket to the floor.

“I was invited, squirrel. Don’t spook now.” Legend laughed, walking closer to the bed.

Ceres looked back at Sage, “You invited him?!”

He shrugged, “I wasn’t told not to. Now come on, we have shit to do.” He kneeled on the edge of the bed, motioning for Ceres to come over to him. When they didn't move, instead watching the pink haired man sulk towards Aaliyah, Sage grabbed her elbow and pulled her into him. She squealed and fought slightly for a moment before he rubbed her cheek gently, reminding her who he was. And if only for a moment, they were calmed.

Aaliyah wasn’t as lucky.

Legend followed Sage’s lead, kneeling next to Aaliyah on the bed.”And what about you? Don’t wanna join in the fun?” His hand barely grazed her stomach before they were both off of the bed, her body pressing against his and a knife from the nightstand to his throat.

Ceres’ eyes widened at the scene, nudging Sage aggressively to do something. He cleared his throat, “Snowdrop, it’s okay. I wouldn’t have brought him here if I wasn’t okay with him touching you.” He paused, looking down at the woman in his lap, “That goes for both of you.” He mumbled into the brunette’s ear.

The knife clattered to the floor, Legend quickly flipping them so her back was to the cool wall, her hands pinned by his. “I knew you weren’t so tough under all of that shit talking.” He laughed, pushing his hips into hers.

“Go to hell.” She spat back, flecks of spit coating his face.

He laughed, freeing one of her hands for a moment to wipe it off. “Oh, darling, I’ve already been.”

Sage repositioned himself against the headboard, Ceres coming to sit in his lap. They went to straddle him before he stopped them. Jerking his head towards the other duo against the wall at the end of the bed. “Face that way.”

They groaned, “Sage-”

“Just do what I fucking say, Ceres.” He snapped, pulling her down into his chest.

A part of her resisted, not even enough to be convincing. They knew, first hand, that Aaliyah had a temper. She was fast and dangerous, and nothing, not even Sage, could truly stop her if she really wanted to do something. So, should shit go south, Ceres wasn’t even necessarily sure they wanted to witness that. It would probably turn violent no matter what, hell Sage had struggled with remaining in his place on the power dynamic before when the Sheikah got real pissy, but Legend? Who had no clue what he was dealing with? Who had probably only spoken to her just now for the first time?

But still, another, louder part of Ceres was cheering the Sheikah on as her teeth snapped incredibly close to Legend’s nose, making him pull back just a bit before slamming her against the wall harder, her head practically bouncing off the damn thing. They took a bit of joy in the way Aaliyah clawed at the wrist holding her hands, thin red lines painting the flesh. Sage didn’t seem too phased by it all, watching in some sort of sick joy.

"Here's to hoping your lil boy toy doesn't get too scratched up."

"Here's to hoping that he fucking does."

"You weren't this feisty with the rancher. Hell, I don't think you're ever like this. What's going on with him? Hmm? Got into a little argument? Mad that you’re not the one he's pinned against the wall?"

"Fuck off, Sage."

His grip tightens on their face, pulling them further into him. "Watch your fucking mouth. Don't fucking take your shit out on me."

"Think you're all high and mighty just because you're up here and he's down there toying about like a barbarian? Because that can easily be remedied."

They tried to free their chin by squirming a bit in his hold, but it only kept him more steady. "Now why don't you behave and watch. And think about how you're going to be taken apart the same way next."

"Like you have the actual balls to do anything. " Ceres spat back, watching Sage's pupils dilate. He paused, grip tight on her chin. There was the dull thud of Aaliyah's head against the wall as her and Legend spat cruel insults at each other and fought for dominance over a situation where neither held any real control at all. Sage swallowed then his eyes landed on Ceres, sharp and pointed, an endless sea of sapphire ignited by the challenge.

"Do you really want to play that game with me?" His words were low in their ear.

"Go to hell."

He let out a snort through his nose before looking back up at the arguing pair. "Aaliyah. Stop being a brat and do what he fucking asks."

The sheikah's eyes landed on his harsh blue ones. All the fight left her as Legend chuckled in her face. "Just like a fucking dog."

Sage half expects the harsh bite Legend receives for the quip and the snotty little remark of "I'll show you dog-" but she does fall to her knees like a well trained poodle, looking beyond livid but having no means to do anything about it. With no impending fatal injuries and that taken care of, he turns to Ceres. "You see that? How well she listens? It's because she knows with good behavior comes rewards," his hands trail up their sides, pinching at their love handles and clawing up their ribs. "But misdemeanors mean punishments."

Before Ceres can ever register it happening, they're booted from the comfort of Sages lap, instead looking up at him from the floor. He looks down, bored and disinterested. "Prove you can be a good doll and I'll think about rewarding you."

Their eyes are wide, mouth agape as they stare up at him. "I didn't even-"

"Do anything? You're running your mouth right now. I'd say that's something."

He sat back in his spot, watching Aaliayh slowly take Legend's dick into her mouth with a slight laugh. "She's getting a treat. You could too."

Ceres looked over to the pair out of the corner of their eye, another huff leaving them.

"I'm sorry."

Sage laughed now, a heavy dark laugh. "You think that's all it'll take? Oh, you're more delusional than I thought."

There's a harsh hand digging against their scalp but it doesn't pull. It never pulls. They know it won't pull but it's a reminder that he's there and watching. Always watching. "No, ‘fraid not doll. You're gonna have to put on one hell of a show to prove it."

He gently urges their head forward, the second they follow it turns into a jagged snap of his wrist and they're suddenly eye level with his crotch. Oh how they want to fight him and his cocky attitude but they're pinned and he knows it.

"Now go on. Put on a show for me."

They take a deep shaky breath, raising their hands to pull at his waist band. His free hand gently slaps them away. "Nuh uh. You haven't earned that yet."

She huffs again, instead looking up to let their eyes meet. Their mouth opened slightly, tongue lolling as it made contact with his clothed crotch.

"See. There ya go, doll. Wasn't that easy?"

A bitter remark burns at the back of their throat but they swallow it down as they let their tongue sit for a minute. Saliva dribbles down into a small puddle before gently licking up and against his crotch. They can feel his cock twitch from its confines but other than that that's all the indicator given by Sage that some part of him is enjoying this. Pulling back, Ceres pulls off only to return to the same starting point, marked with spit and a dark patch, repeating the process. Once, twice, three more times before laying an open mouthed kiss on the mound.

They work their open mouthed kisses down the mound to where the head was leaking, forming its own dark spot. She pushed another open mouth kiss to it, teeth slightly dragging against it. Again, he only twitched. They looked up to his face once they pulled back. His expression stayed the same. Bored. Though something in his eyes shone with something darker.

"You think that's it?" He scoffed. The hand in their hair turned into curled fingers and she was guided to look across the room. Legend looked close to collapsing in on himself as Aaliyah kept her nose buried against his crotch. She didn't twitch. Legend couldn't stop himself from the little flicks of his finger. "Watch her. Watch her obedience and I'm not even there. If you think a few sloppy kisses are gonna get my cock all hard and shit, your observation skills need work."

Blue burned against blue. “What do you want me to do?” Their voice was nearly inaudible.

He laughed through his nose, tightening his grip on her short hair. “I want you to understand the situation you got yourself into. You’re always so good for me. And the second he joins in you turn into… this. I don’t much appreciate it.”

Ceres’ eyes flickered with understanding for only a moment. Their eyes drifted back down to his wet pants, trying to find the solution to their predicament. His hand met her chin and pulled her out of her thoughts.

“You really do think so loudly.” His thumb ran over their bottom lip, prying enough for them to open up for him to slip it in. “Do I really need to do all the damn thinking for you? Like a little fucked out whore?”

Their eyes turned pleading, a small nose leaving their throat.

“Now, you’re going to behave, right?” They attempted to nod. “Nuh-uh, words.”

They choked slightly when his thumb pushed down against her tongue harder. “Use your words, doll. Don’t keep me waiting.”

She attempted to swallow before forcing out the broken and muffled words. “I’ll listen to you. I’ll be good.”

A devilish look covered his face. “That’s what I thought.” He stood suddenly in front of them, freeing his hands from them to make quick work of his pants. His half hard cock fell out, nodding to the side. His hand found their hair once more. “Well go on then. Behave.”

They swallowed, eyeing the cock in front of them. Has she ever taken him in her mouth before? They couldn’t remember a time when they had been in this position with Sage.

“Don’t tell me I need to show you what to do. A whore like you knows exactly how to suck dick.” His hand tightened in their hair.

“No- no I’m fine.” Her hands came up one by one. One resting on his thigh, and the other taking the base of him into her hand. His dick twitched again, standing straighter and taller at the contact. Slowly, she took his tip into her lips, testing the waters.

He gave no indication that it made any difference other than a twitch in his thigh, but it did little to disway Ceres. They gave a little suck in retaliation, flicking their tongue against the slit, swiping the precum away. It sat salty and tangy on their tongue, mixing with their saliva as they let drool push past their lips and down his shaft. A small suck was given once more before they were pushing on, head bobbing slightly as he began prodding the back of their throat. Their fingers wrapped around the rest of his shaft, mindlessly tugging as their free hand lifted to gently fondle his balls. Sage let out some low gutteral noise at the action, something so swift Ceres nearly missed it. Nearly.

Daring to push further, they nearly gagged on Sage as they breathed through their nose, feeling him prod the back of their throat.

Ceres had once asked Aaliyah how she had done it. The Sheikah, at the time laughed with a small shake of her head before giving some half-baked excuse of ‘Besides not having a gag reflex? I jam my thumb into my palm and hope dick sucking isn’t the way I go’. But as the familiar burning erupted in the back of her throat, Ceres threw all caution to the wind and clenched her thumb against the center of their palm. It quelled the nausea rather quickly and Ceres almost surprised themself with how much further they dared to go.

Out of their peripheral, they watched Aaliyah on her own knees. One of her hands was between her thighs, giving a subtle jerk while the other pressed against Legend’s hip, neither clenched. So either what she said was real and she didn’t have a gag reflex or-...Ceres paused.

Nope, didn’t wanna think about it. Right now, their focus was on Sage and Sage alone.

Their eyes gazed back up to his face. His own eyes lidded softly as he watched them take him to the hilt. He rocked forward softly, the tip nudging the back of her throat each time. “There ya go, I knew you had it in you.”

Ceres whined around him, the vibration sending a chill up his spine. She pulled back only slightly, catching another view of Aaliyah out of the corner of their eye. Legend had one hand against the wall above her, the other tangled deeply into her white locks. They had to admit that the view sent a shock to their core. Sage noticed the way they watched, if only for a moment. He chuckled, his chest shaking with the action. “Look at you, not even ten minutes ago you wanted to rip his head off. And now you’re getting off just watching him use her.” He took his free hand and ran it over their cheek, patting it just on the edge of too rough. They took the hint, pulling off of him with a small gag and cough, a mix of spit and cum dripping down her chin. “Go.”

They looked up at him, confused for a moment. Before they could ask, he was pulling their hair so they rose to their feet, looking him in the eye. “I said, go. Or are we back on our rebellious streak?”

Ceres winced, giving a small nod before he was dismissing them. They scampered over where Legend had his head down, his own eyes practically glowing under the curtain of his bangs. From beneath him Aaliyah probably did shine as she glared up at him, mouth full and cheeks flushed. If looks could kill, Legend would probably have died at the mouth of her at this point. Her lip raised just a bit and Ceres watched as the edges of Aaliyah’s canines (Who she’d been on the sharp receiving end more than a few times) dragged along the red flesh of his shaft. The man hissed and his knuckles matched her hair with the grip he had on her hair.

In a blink and you’ll miss it moment, Ceres nearly missed the red staining the very tips of her teeth.

But still, they seemed to be in some sort of stand-off, seeing who’d back down first. With Aaliyah it was unlikely, but Legend was as stubborn as they came. (heheh came.)

“There. I’ve fixed your problem.” Sage called, tying his hair up into a messy bun before looking over at the trio. His bicep flexed and with it the tattoo around it.

Ceres watched him from the corner of their eye, trying to figure out what exactly they were supposed to do other than just awkwardly stand over them and watch. A slap rang out across the room, Ceres gasping in shock and pain. Aaliyah pulled back a bit to see their face, watching as the red returned to frame her freckles. Legend jerked the Sheikah’s head back to where it should be, hissing down at her. “Your focus is on me right now.” Aaliyah’s eyes burned holes into Legend’s as she took him back into her mouth.

“Actually, let's trade.”

Ceres turned back to him now, eyes wide. “What-”

“Oh we are back on the rebellious streak! Here,” He grabbed her arm, pushing her into the other man as he retrieved Aaliyah from the floor, “you can put them back into their place.”

Ceres gasped as her back hit the wall, Legend now face to face with them. “I was perfectly fine where I was.”

“And now you’ll be so with me then. Won’t you, squirrel?” His voice fell low, nose brushing their cheek as he continued. “I’ll stop if you don’t want this.”

They took a shaky breath, watching his hands travel down towards their waist as she thought it over. “Please don’t-”

Legend gave a gentle nod, treating them as if nothing had changed. His fingers were gentle and his looks sweet, never once turning to the bitter and spiteful challenge that he had looked at Aaliyah with. His lips were gentle pecks against her own, loving and sweet, full of a longing Ceres didn’t even know he was capable of feeling.

Their chest thrummed with something foreign but they refused to dwell on it, wrapping their arms around his neck and threading their fingers in his hair.

Sage scoffed at the sight. He didn’t know when he became a marriage counselor but he’d add it to his resume. Looking away, his eyes found his own match, watching her stand from her place on the ground. She gave a grumpy little grunt before looking over at him. She looked angry on the surface but in between the lines of gold and topaz lining her irises he could see the fear of a life once lived still rearing its ugly head. So, he opened his arms and let her come to him.

She did so, feeling his arms lock around her waist and against the ink on her lower back as her own cupped his cheeks. Sage gave her a smile that seemed less sharp than normal. “You did so good, snowdrop.” He whispered against her lips, feeling her breath puff against his cupid’s bow. “Listened perfectly, did as I asked.” His one hand trailed lower, giving her ass a squeeze before dipping into the cup between the cheek and her thigh. “Fuck, you were hot. Could see every time you wanted to bite.”

Between the planes of their crotches, his cock began to harden between them as he raised her leg against his hip. The Sheikah gave a stuttered breath, looking between them before back up at him, eyes lighting up in a challenge. Before she could open her mouth he gave a hard rut against her, the head of his cock catching the hood of her clit and making her crumble. “That’s my good fucking girl. Always such a well trained whore. Bet you want nothing more than to be all cock-drunk and make me do the thinking for you and that little doll back there, huh?” Sage teased, feeling the way Aaliyah shuddered.

She nipped at his collarbone, teeth sharp and probably dragging cuts into the flesh that would blend with all the other ones she gave him. Yet, no true objections came.

Sage had none himself. Like he had said earlier, he and Aaliyah had been together long enough for her to understand one thing. With good behavior came rewards, (hehe came) and she had earned the right to let herself drown in pleasure with no other words but his name on her tongue.

He now pushed against the wall next to the other couple, her back hitting harshly. One hand held her leg around his waist, the other reaching down to where they were briefly meeting. Her hands never left his hair, the bun already falling around his face. She whimpered against his lips when they met hers again, the feeling rough but not nearly as rough as she was expecting from him. His hand sprawled across her pelvis, thumb easily finding her clit and rubbing small circles just above it.

She bucked her hips into his, trying to glide his dick into her along with getting him to touch where she needed him. “Please-”

“Now you’re begging for it? Damn, maybe I should do this more often.” He laughed, slowly guiding himself to line up with her entrance. “You want this cock that bad? That you’re begging for me to fuck you? I knew you were a whore, but this is a new low. Even for you.”

She whined again, rutting into him once more. “Sage, please-”

He leaned in closer to her, breath brushing against her lips as he spoke. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

He laughed in her ear softly as he pushed up into her. She hissed out at the sensation. She never forgot how big he was, it was hard to do, but each time it seemed like her body had forgotten for her. Stretching and struggling to adjust to his size.

Ceres watched them from the corner of their eye, breathing growing heavy as Legend bit down onto their neck. A small cry of his name left her lips, hands tangling further into his pink locks.

“Don’t tell me you're distracted by him again.” Legend hissed into their ear, his own hand coming down to cup her sex. Ceres sucked in a breath, ears twitching to pick up small breath gasps and the lewd little noises coming from beside her. Sage remained a silent pillar, head burrowed between a tanned neck and snowy hair, but Ceres knew who the noises were coming from.

“Not him.”

Legend hummed, gently tracing their entrance. A finger prodded past the ring of muscles, making them twitch as she let out her own noise. He pumped to his second knuckle picking up a smooth and steady rhythm. “Her then?”

A second finger joined the first. Maybe they were just deprived, or maybe they had missed Legend more than they cared to admit to themselves, but already their orgasm burned in their gut. The man knew all the right spots and where exactly to hit them, so it was almost impossible not to. Their hand reached down, wrapping around his jolting cock and making the man give a grumbled curse.

“Maybe. What’s it to you?” Ceres snipped, rolling their shoulders against the smooth wood of the wall behind them. The gentle chill cleared their head enough to regain some composure. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

Legend gave a grunt, rutting into their hand in time with his fingers. “Can’t say that I am.”

Ceres scoffed again, pulling at his hair as the coil in their gut wound tighter and tighter. So close to snapping they could practically feel it already.

Then Legend pulled his fingers free.

She whined, an actual clear as day whine. “Don’t stop. Please.” They pulled on his cock again, earning another rock into their hand.

He took a shaky breath, pulling back from her just far enough that he left her hand. “The bed. Come on.” He pulled her arms towards himself, getting her off of the wall and turned in the direction of the bed. They stumbled into the edge of it, turning so they were laying on their back on the edge of the bed. He shook his head as he approached them. “Turn around.”

They swallowed thickly, nodding slowly to the man before doing as he asked and turning over onto their stomach. He reached under their hips, pulling them up so that their knees were just barely on the bed, their head resting against the cooling sheets. His contrastingly warm hands ran over each side of her ass, squeezing it tightly before giving each cheek a few quick slaps. They whined again, his name coming to her lips once more.

“I know, I know. Just let me enjoy the view for a minute.” His hand suddenly tangled into their hair pulling it back and towards the wall that Sage had Aaliyah pinned against. “You understand, don’t you, squirrel?”

They attempted to nod, eyes watering slightly at the tug on their hair.

“See? I knew you’d come around.”

Across the room, Sage was rutting into Aaliyah harder, the pictures scattered across the wood shaking on their nails. Small cries of his name continued to leave her, his back being marked harshly by her claws digging into his skin.

If Ceres had to choose a word to describe the poor Sheikah, it would be debauched. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, staring into nothing and damn near rolling into the back of her head as she grappled onto Sage like a lifeline. Their thighs shined with whatever fluids were being dripped between them and she didn’t even seem phased by it. So focused on the man before her and him alone. Her hair was fuzzy and looked knotted even from here, with bite marks trailing up and down her neck and shoulders, but that seemed normal for the duo in all honesty.

No, what really set this apart was the way Sage watched her. He always had an eye on her in situations like these, with Wild and Cal and with Twilight, but this time Ceres could see the way he watched her every breath. Every hiccup. Every little twitch of her entire nervous system as her brain seemed to lag behind, too doped on endorphins and adrenaline to care. And he adapted to it. His lips brushed along her ear, against the second hoop, gently kissing it as he whispered whatever it was into her ears. He held her tight enough to his body there was no fear of dropping her even with the support of the wall.

Ceres didn’t know who’s place she wanted to be in. (which yeah same tbh)

Behind them, Legend laid a gentle kiss on their spine. “There you go.” The heat of his skin pooled against their own as he moved closer, the head of his cock gently prodding their opening. “You okay?”

“Please.” Ceres hiccuped, fingers curling into the sheets. “You’ve teased enough haven’t you?”

Legend chuckled, one of his hands leaving their hips before gently guiding himself. In one slick movement he pushed in and Ceres let out a sharp gasp. Legend himself hissed in pleasure before he was finally sheathed.

They took a moment to breathe, appreciating that Legend gave them that before he pulled back and pushed back in. Their body rocked forward, hips attempting to push back against him instinctively. His breathing grew ragged quickly, the feeling of them helping work him along with the tight drag of her walls overwhelming. “Pulling me back in like that. I’d dare say you did miss me.” He laughed, running his hand down from her hair to the small of their back. He pushed down slightly, the pressure sending a new wave of pleasure through Ceres.

“Tha- that's one way to put it.” They mumbled out, head falling back towards the sheets below them. He chuckled breathlessly before picking up his pace. His new pace and the new pressure allowed him to go deeper than before, nudging just against where they needed him to be.

Aaliyah whimpered, her eyes falling on the way Legend had Ceres pinned to the bed. Her hips rocked back up into Sage’s. He noticed where her gaze had gone, taking silent note of it. “You like watching them? Like watching the way he takes her apart like I do to you?” She nodded, her eyes staying on the way Ceres’ face moved with each thrust into them. “Do you want me to do that to you? Bend you over the bed and fuck you for all your worth?”

“I want you-”

“That’s not what I asked, Snowdrop.” He pushed up into her again, his thumb finding her clit easily once more. “I asked if you want me to bend you over the bed.”

Her eyes fluttered closed when he asked the question, the way his thumb was rubbing her just right. Along with the rough drag of him inside of her would send her to the edge quickly. The sweet sounds pouring out of Ceres’ lips only added to the way her stomach turned into a tight knot. “Please do.”

It didn’t take him more than that, lifting her from the wall completely and carrying her to the bed. He dropped her across from the other duo. His hands helped situate her so that her and Ceres were face to face, asses in the air for each to use as they pleased. Aaliyah almost began to beg again, but was stopped by the familiar stretch ripping through her.

She all but crumbled into a heap, light flashing behind her eyelids as her thighs quivered. Ceres watched in a great deal of amusement, using one hand to cup the Sheikah’s cheek. Behind her Legend gave a swift smack to her ass. “There, now you have your friend all up close and personal.”

From behind her, Sage trailed a hand along her back, past the trail of stale scars and streaks of gloomy back and rooted his hand into the base of Aaliyah’s hair. “An audience to watch you be my perfect little cum dump, hm? All you’re good for at the moment really. Maybe a real nice tit sucker if Ceres can ask real nicely.”

Legend’s own hand pushed further on her spine. “You want that? Wanna be sucked and milked dry like a fucking dairy cow? Oh, I bet you’d love that. Have you creaming all over my cock.”

Aaliyah gave some sort of noise, neither a complaint or an acceptance, but from the way her head lolled to look up at Ceres, they weren’t even sure she was mentally processing any of this.

Sage seemed to notice this too, giving a cruel chuckle as he leaned in over her back. “Or are you fucked too dumb to listen to a word we’re saying? Nothing but cock filling that pretty little head of yours? Makes sense with a perverted slut like you. At least now these two know the truth.”

Ceres swallowed tightly as Aaliyah shook her head, but her defiance didn’t seem to hold any real merit. Another swat at their ass had Ceres shooting up, her hands supporting her weight as Legend continued to drill into them. “Gonna let her suck your tits, squirrel? Put her mouth to more use than just the useless yapping it’s doing right now?”

“Please!” Ceres cried out, head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Hear that, snowdrop? Go on, show that little tease how good you can be with your mouth. Don’t wanna disappoint me now, do you?” Sage snipped, pulling out enough Aaliyah could lazily roll to her back. From there, the Sheikah reached with shaky hands fondling the flesh before bringing a pebbled nipple to her mouth. She gave it a few licks and open mouth kisses before Sage was once again spearing into her and she was left crying around the bud. Ceres twitched at the feeling, their hips giving a harsh jut as the coil wound tighter and tighter.

Aaliyah followed suit, the way she was repeatedly split open sending her towards her end faster than before. The spew of words falling from Sage’s mouth didn’t help one bit. Her eyes rolled back as her tongue lolled around Ceres’ nipple. Her own words and silent begging beginning to leave her.

“She really is fucked dumb, isn’t she? Wanna be like that? Wanna cum all over my cock with your tit in her mouth. Come on, Ceres. Show them how much of a slut you can be for me. And only me.” Legend’s thrusts picked up even more, his hands findinging their place on either side of their hips to pull them back against him. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and goddesses be damned if they didn’t cum on his cock first. He reached under them, quickly finding their clit and pushing two fingers against it harshly. They bucked back, a moan closer to a scream filling the room. “There ya go, squirrel. Just like you always do.” Her hips shook violently as she grew closer from the stimulation all over her body.

Small moans of different names slipped from their lips, one hand coming up to grab at Aaliyah’s matted hair.

Sage laughed at the sight, “Didn’t think it would be that easy to get you to the same state of mind, doll. Fuck, look at you both. Too drunk to do anything but take what we give you.”

It was sudden and all at once when Aaliyah screamed out, clenching around Sage tightly in an effort to ride out the high as long as possible. He didn’t slow in the least, fucking her through it and then after.

“Atta fucking girl!” He praised, grin widening as something warm and wet splashed against his thighs. She withered and squirmed the entire time, light momentarily blinding her vision as stars swam in her head.

Ceres watched the scene with wide eyes before her entire core was shattering and she was curling in on themself, momentarily spasming against Legend, who stilled inside of them. His cock gave a hard twitch before spilling inside of them, dripping past their opening and down their thighs. He gave a staggered little noise as they clenched around him.

Sage huffed in amusement leaning down to press his forehead to Aaliyah’s, one of his hands cradling the back of her head so she was no longer under Ceres. She was making those soft noises she always did when she was too overstimulated to think past surface level feelings, making him chuckle.

“There’s my good girl.” He hummed once more, feeling her clench and cry out before he was rutting up against her as far as possible, painting her insides a pretty white. He gave a low grunt at the action, pressing a searing kiss to her lips and letting her cling to him desperately.

When he pulled away, she hid in his chest, letting her breathing even out as she closed her eyes. Across from them, Ceres looked blissed out and mindless, laying on their arms with a glossy look in their eyes. Then there was Legend, leaning on Ceres’ back and giving a few heavy pants before looking up at Sage.

“Got something to say, dickwad?”

Sage only grinned. “ They did say they hoped you’d get scratched up.”

Legend shot a few choice words at him, but Sage paid it little mind. He briefly wondered what scheme they would try next to exclude him.

Maybe next time he’d bring the old man…Or his wife.

#LU OC #Linked Universe oc #Aaliyah <3 #Ceres <3 #lu sage #lu legend #nsft #linked universe #lu

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Part 2: Nightmares

Masterlist

You meet up with a certain metal head for pot

Cheerleader!Harrington!Reader

Warnings: None. It’s not really fluff you’re just buying weed lol. Flirty Eddie. Goofy Eddie. Eddie calls you sweetheart, Princess of Hawkins High, and dollface. Drug Use (Use Responsibly)

If Steve saw you right now he would go absolutely ballistic. You were sitting at Eddie “the freak” Munson’s designated “druggie bench” as your ‘friends’ called it, to buy pot. Usually you got your pot from Steve, and you didn’t know where he got it from but he was starting to get stingy with how much he was willing to hand over so you decided to use some babysitting money you’d saved up to get some, and other than Reefer Rick you’d only known Eddie as the other drug dealer in Hawkins, and since Rick was nearly impossible to find you had to go to Eddie.

When he’d come out of the bathroom to see you standing there he’d been dawned with his usual cocky smirk, seemingly after looking around to see if the basketball hounds had decided to follow you that day, thankfully they were too focused on Chrissy and the other cheerleaders to even notice you’d slipped away. He’d teased you of course, asking where your posse of meatheads was before his eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened his surprise when you asked him for weed. The surprise had melted quickly and had been replaced by that stupid smirk again before he’d told you to meet him by the picnic table in the woods behind the school.

Now, here you were, partially thinking Eddie wouldn’t show as you straightened your cheer top for what seemed like the hundredth time since you sat down five minutes ago. You flinched when you heard a twig snap behind you and spun around, looking off into the woods and squinting when you saw something scamper off, you were just about to wave it off as a squirrel when a loud thunk! sound came from in front of you, simultaneously you could’ve sworn you heard the chime of a clock.

“Jesus!” You spun around quickly, your reaction causing Eddie to jump back a bit in surprise, holding his hands up and chuckling. “Woah. Sorry, dollface.” He smirked and sat at the bench, leaning his elbows on the table. “Y/N Harrington. Buying weed from little ol’ me.” He put a hand against his chest as if he was honored. “And yet I thought your kind despised my kind.”

You rolled her eyes and shifted a little as you glanced back off into the woods, still feeling a little uneasy. Ever since what happened with the Demogorgon and Mind Flayer you’d been on edge, and with these headaches, nightmares, and random nosebleeds you were even worse. “And I thought your kind had the decency to not sneak up on a lady.” You snarked.

Eddie stared at you for a moment, like he was bewildered at the accusation, before throwing himself on the ground with a loud yelp, causing you to jump and huff. “What-“ “you’re totally right!” Eddie exclaimed before you could finish your sentence. You watched as he walked on his knees around the picnic table and grabbed your forearm, your eyes wide as your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “How ungentlemanly of me! To sneak up on a lady of such high stature! Please! Princess Y/N of Hawkins’ High! Will you ever forgive me for such atrocious behavior?!” You blinked rapidly at Eddie’s outburst, huffing a small laugh as you shook your head.

“Oh my god.” You pulled your arm away and shoved his shoulder lightly, laughing as he thumped back against the forest floor. Eddie chuckled and stood up, dusting the crumbled leaves off of his pants before dropping on in front of you. “Seriously, though. I heard you get your stuff from your big bro.” He tilted his head a bit, his hair shifting slightly with the movement.

You shrugged a little. “Usually. But Steve’s getting greedy and he apparently has a problem with being in the same room smoking with me if he provided it? Or something. I don’t know. Some bullshit big brother thing.” You waved your hand a bit and leaned on your hand. Eddie hummed and copied the movement. “Oh, yeah. Totally. Bullshit big brother thing.” He mimicked in his own voice, only a pitch higher as he flicked his wrist just like you had. You couldn’t help but laugh a little, shaking your head and squinting at him a little. He was handsome, you’d never really noticed it before, too fixated on whatever he decided to rant about at lunch or disrupt a pep rally or class with, and if you had to admit it, what he said always made a little sense to you, and you have to admit his delivery is absolutely hilarious.

“You know… I thought you’d be mean and scary.” You laughed a little. “Or at least… different?” You tilted your head. “What do you mean?” Eddie snorted a little as he leaned back to examine you and really understand what you were about to say. Jesus Christ no one ever seemed that interested in what you had to say…

“I don’t know… you’re a lot goofier than I thought.” You laughed softly. “I mean your outbursts are always so… fueled.” You shrugged a little. “It’s nice to see you hyper about something that isn’t some bullshit article about a… pretty interesting sounding game.”

Eddie seemed to perk up a bit at the mention of Dungeons and Dragons and grinned as he leaned forward on his elbows again. “You think Dungeons and Dragons sounds interesting? You? Y/N Harrington?” Your cheeks went pink and you shrugged as you laughed softly. “I don’t know! Maybe not to play… but I’m sure it’s not as bad as the articles and “studies” make it seem. It’s just a fantasy game.”

Eddie hummed and grinned as he leaned back. “Well…” he popped open the lunchbox. “If you were trying to flatter me for a discount… it worked.” He leaned on his hand, fingertips resting on his lips. “I’ll do half an ounce for $15. I’m basically giving it to you, Princess. I’m robbing myself blind.” He smirked a little behind his hand.

You squinted a little and glanced at the lunchbox. “Mhm…. Why?” You asked curiously, more than prepared to give him the full amount even if you weren’t sure what it was.

“Well…. For one, flattery works with me.” Eddie grinned and shrugged. “And for two…” his eyes trailed over you slowly before his eyes found yours again, your breath hitching a bit. “You’re a very, very hard worker. What with your little outfits and your little routines.” The corner of his mouth twitched up. “You deserve a reward… and I’d like for you to come back.”

Was there a double entrendre there? Or are you insane? You’re probably insane. You’re definitely insane. There’s no way Eddie Munson was trying to come into you right now. He just wants your business. That’s all. “I have whatever it costs, Y’know. I’m not trying to-“

“And you aren’t. I am.” Eddie rolled his eyes a bit and dropped the bag in front of you. “Really. $15.” He flashed you that stupid smile of his and your fingers curled tightly around the money in your hand before you nodded and started to count out $15.

While you were counting it blood slipped from your nose and dropped onto your hand, sliding off your hand and finally onto the five in your hand. “Shit-” you brought your hand up to cover your nose.

“Woah.” Eddie’s eyes widened a bit and he got up, pulling the bandana out of his back pocket and sitting next to you, moving your hand and replacing it with the bandana. “You alright?” He frowned deeply as you nodded, giving him a grateful look as he cleaned up your nose, the sun hitting his legendary skull rings and pig ring at just the right angle that it shone into your face but not quite in your eye.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just a… stress bleed I guess. Or the pollen or something.” You cleared your throat and extended the $15 to him, to which he slowly took, eyeing you like you would explode or something, letting you finish cleaning your hand and nose.

“Here…” he turned and grabbed a baggie from his pocket, it had about a handful of joints rolled neatly inside. “Calm your nerves before you have to go home to The Hair.” He smirked when he caught you smile behind his bandana, shaking your head as you laughed.

“Fine.” You looked back off into the woods again before looking at Eddie, watching as he lit the joint and took a few drags before passing it to you. You gently plucked the joint from his fingers, blushing a bit at the grin on his face as he leaned on his hand, his head turned to look at you.

You looked at him curiously as you took your own few hits from the joint, cheeks flushing the longer he looked at you. “What..?” You mumbled softly as you handed the joint back, sucking in some extra regular air to try and ease the burn of weed smoke in your lungs.

Eddie grinned and shrugged a little as he hit the joint, running his eyes over your pristine cheerleading uniform, thankfully saved from any blood by how fast you’d both managed to react to the nosebleed. His bandana was curled up in your hand now, forgotten since your nosebleed retreated as fast as it appeared. “Nothing… just a little surprised that you of all people are sitting here buying weed from me.” He hummed softly. “You’re always so… pristine, clean cut, straight arrowed and straight laced.” He handed the joint back, smoke cascading from his mouth as he spoke.

You laughed softly and nudged your white sneaker against his black jeans, shaking your head a little. “An image I have to keep up to remain on the team. Which I’m doing for my mother’s sake so she’ll leave me alone.” You rolled your eyes a bit as you flicked ashes off the joint, watching it burn for a second before bringing it to your lips and taking a hit.

Eddie’s face screwed up into a scowl before he smirked. “And what would Mommy Harrington say if she saw you right now?” He teased, straightening up and sticking his chest out as if he had breasts, flicking his hair over his shoulder as he gasped dramatically. “Y/N Harrington! You step away from that Satan boy right this instant!” He proclaimed in a voice you didn’t know a man could achieve without damaging his vocal chords.

You started laughing hysterically, dropping your head back as your feet kicked a little, for once actually laughing and enjoying yourself, completely unaware that Eddie was looking at you with a completely starstruck look on his face. “Oh my god she probably would.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes as you gave him the joint back, biting your lip. “For the record, I don’t think any of its true.. obviously.”

Eddie grinned widely. “Obviously.” He hummed, the two of you passed the joint until it was burning your fingers, and then he snuffed it out and put it in a container with a few others before putting it back in the black lunchbox and standing up. “Alright, Princess. You need to get to your castle before Stevie starts to worry.” He teased, grabbing the lunchbox and licking his lips slowly.

“Let me give you a ride home. Been a while I’m sure your friends are gone.” He tilted his head a bit, almost like he was hoping you’d say yes. And you almost considered saying no. Almost. It crossed your mind, what if Steve saw you getting out of van? Or getting into it? What if someone else saw and told Steve? Or worse, your parents?

With all this weighing in your mind you shifted and stood up. “Yeah. That’d be great.” You laughed softly and grabbed your bag, following him to his van. The ride was quiet, you looked down at the bandana in your hand, still spotted with your blood, you gripped it tighter and hoped he wouldn’t ask for it back so you could wash it… and talk to him again before you needed more weed.

You were safe for a while, nosebleed gone, no chiming, and no headache, until, of course, as you neared your house one started right in the middle of your forehead. You closed your eyes tightly and rubbed your forehead as you took a deep breath. When Eddie asked if you were okay you brushed it off, claiming you were fine and it was probably just allergies.

Eddie must’ve shared your concerns about being seen because rather than parking in front of your house he parked across the street and two doors down. “I’ll see you at school, Sweetheart.” His voice was soft, not something you expected, and it made you smile and your cheeks flush before you looked at him.

“See you at school…” you hesitated before leaning forward, pressing one hand against his shoulder as you laid a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, for smoking with me, and the discount… and the.. blood.. thing.” You laughed softly, and before he could respond, maybe ask for his bandana back, you were out of the van and running into the house as it started to sprinkle outside.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #Harrington!reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson’s rings #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #ballistic series #Eddie munson imagine #Eddie munson imagines #ballistic series part 1

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emizzzleblur · 1 year

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I asked my friend her opinion of the 2023 f1 drivers:

apologies for the very long post but there are 20 of these bitches and I’m not doing a part 2 so hope you enjoy her unhinged thoughts <3

MAX:

I love Max I don’t care abt his racing like I don’t care abt anyones racing to be fair

I think I used to hate his guts in the beginning which is a true testament to our relationship being the strongest

I want to put him in a ball like a hamster and let him run across my kitchen floor

CHECOOOOOO:

I love Checo sm like i would gladly be a home wrecker if he gave me half a chance

He seems like if we met irl he probably wouldn’t like me but that’s ok I like him 🫶🏻

Charles:

Charles is just dumb and I’m kinda indifferent abt him because I feel like our brains work at the same frequency

Like we cancel each other out because we’re both from the south of france and we’re both bimbos

CARLOS:

CARLOSSSSSSSS

I don’t Even have to say anything we already know I’m obsessed with him like he’s def top 3 for me probably top 2 now that Nicky is gone I adore him sm

Lewis:

Im also indifferent abt Lewis i don’t hate him as much as I used to but I think we could talk abt fashion

George:

My opinion is exactly the same

I hate him with a passion and I would straight up LOVE TO FIGHT HIM but I wanna fuck him so bad it makes me look stupid

Lando:

I like Lando he’s so cute in the way where if I pinched him he’d probably make a noise like the pillsbury dough boy

He needs to stop calling himself daddy tho he’s not fooling anyone

I would rly enjoy pushing him into a shrub to bully him and watch him struggle to get up

Oscar:

I’m indifferent abt Oscar but his lack of personality makes me giggle

He reminds me of a saltine cracker or like pretzels

VAL:

MY DADDDYYYYYY!! I love Val with my whole heart he’s actually the best he’s so unbothered and just enjoying himself he’s the king fr

Zhou:

He’s an actual NPC I don’t think I’ve ever even acknowledged his existence outside of that one pic of him and Fleep like legitimately who is this man

Pierre:

I hate him but like in a way where I don’t ACTUALLY hate him like if he was drowning I’d probably throw him a life preserver

but am I the reason he’s drowning in the first place? Probably

ESTEBAN:

idk I’ve got a soft spot for esteban maybe it’s because we both struggle to say squirrel

He’s cute if he wasn’t French I’d fuck him (maybe if I’m drunk enough to forget he’s French)

YUUUKKKIIIII:

I don’t know when or why this happened but I am so in love w Yuki like he’s in my top 3

he’s so adorable and rly grew on me

I’d like to give him a marshmallow and a little kiss on the forehead

Nyck:

I don’t dislike Nyck but I don’t like him either

I’m indifferent he’s just kinda there but I will think about that video of him exercising for the rest of my life (dis)respectfully

KEVIN:

I rly like Kevin idk why

I don’t know much about him but he’s funny and he seems nice and kinda just chill idk he exists and he’s cool

Nico:

I know nothing about Nico and I don’t like him

I don’t know why I have a hate campaign against him but his face gets on my nerves and that’s good enough reason for me

Lance:

…I don’t wanna say it but he’s growing on me emmie like this is the worst possible outcome but I can’t stop it

Fernando

I do not like Fernando but as i said Before hes Fun like It’s fun to watch the world burn but I don’t like the bitch that threw the match

ALEX:

I love Alex he’s cute and he seems nice and his blonde hair rly fucks

I’d like to meet his cats we could be besties I’d kiss his cheek and pat his head

LOGAN:

I want him to fuck my brains out and honestly, that’s the only opinion I have on him like I have no other thoughts

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benjaminthewolf · 8 months

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Star's Special Surprise

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STARLIGHT LAPIS!

@starlightgirl242

This story also features a lot of my OCs from a universe I haven't really written about here. if you guys are interested though, maybe that can change!

Also this made me realize just how few female preds I've written, so, female pred enjoyers come get your juice!

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“Ok, let’s look over the list one more time…” Chester the phoenix-winged brown squirrel softly murmured to himself whilst glancing down onto a piece of three-ringed notebook paper in his left front paw; a pencil at the ready in his right. In terms of size, Chester was about as large as an average Saint Bernard dog, and though he was a brown squirrel, his fur was far more golden-tan than brown. He was currently flapping his flaming orange-red wings a few inches off of the white carpeted ground, as he examined the scene before him quite thoroughly, in order to be absolutely certain that everything was ready for the surprise party.

“Alright, all the birthday presents, check!” he noted to himself at a far more audible volume whilst drawing a big check mark at the end of the line with “presents” written on it. As he was doing so, Tweeteleet the robin gently sat her own birthday present on top of the ever-growing pile lying down on top of the living room couch, as well as the ottoman right in front of the couch, and the carpeted floor around those same two pieces of furniture. All of the presents in question were enveloped in wrapping paper of many different shades of blue. Chester had ensured this was the case.

“Ok then, decorations. Party streamers, balloons, ‘Happy Birthday’ signs, HEY, CUDDLES! BE CAREFUL! THIS IS THE LIVING ROOM, NOT THE KITCHEN! IF YOU KNOCK ANY FOOD OR DRINK OVER, IT’S HIGHLY PRONE TO STAINING THE WHITE CARPET!” Chester anxiously called out upon realization.

“OH, SORRY!” Cuddles the purple pterodactyl (a light lavender quetzalcoatlus, to be exact, though one which was only slightly bigger than Chester), immediately apologized, flapping his body backwards a few times, and out of the way of the table.

Cuddles had been tasked with hanging the blue streamers from the ceiling, and since he had recently finished up with this task, had now been attempting to elegantly twirl one of the extras around his body like a ribbon dancer, something which he promptly continued his endeavors of once he was decidedly away from all the birthday food and drink. Chester gave a relieved sigh almost immediately.

“So…remind me why we’re using the living room to throw this surprise party, and not the kitchen right upstairs?” Randy, a brown raccoon who was just about as large as Chester, proceeded to ask the phoenix-winged squirrel, as he cautiously arranged all the plates and utensils upon the blue-tablecloth covered wooden table.

“Well, the living room has a far more friendly and informal atmosphere than the kitchen, and we need to make sure that Star feels as welcome as possible in our great oak tree treehouse, which is why I decided to have the party down here. That, of course, along with the fact that this is the first floor, and the surprise in the surprise party won’t exactly work if Star has to walk up the stairs, or take the elevator, in order to get to where we are.”

Randy, upon hearing Chester’s explanation, merely shrugged his shoulders whilst casually nodding his head. “...yeah, yeah, I can see that.” he eventually mumbled to himself. “It’s just that I wasn’t really sure you would want to take that risk, since, well again, ya know, carpet.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that in the slightest!” a new voice perked up all of a sudden. Upon turning their heads towards the source of the sound, both Chester and Randy were able to confirm that the voice was indeed that of Charles’, a great golden eagle who stood far taller than either of the two quadrupeds before him, walking out of one of the treehouse’s two elevators. Charles was known for his skills with inventing useful gadgets and gizmos, and wore engineering goggles with yellow rims, green glass, and a black strap. Standing to the right of him was his inventing partner David, a peregrine falcon with similar inventors’ goggles as Charles, though his rims were gray instead of yellow. On Charles’ right was one of Chester’s three kids, and the two raptor inventors’ apprentice, Einstein. He, too, wore inventor's goggles, and his rims were bronze. The three of them had come up from the considerably giant inventors’ basement down below, and were now ready at last to join the party.

“If anything from that table at all even ATTEMPTS to drop to the floor,” Charles went on to elaborate, “Our Floor-Protecting Invisible Forcefield Wrapped Up In A Tiny Ball-Like Object will take care of it just like that!”

For a moment, neither Randy nor Chester spoke a word.

“...the name’s still a work in progress.”

“Its function is pretty simple though, it prevents things from falling onto the floor, whether food, drink, or a glass cup!” David continued on explaining as Chester took a brief second to quickly check off “Decorations” from his paper.

“Yeah, it was really cool testing it! It basically just works by-” Einstein attempted to continue before Charles swiftly raised up a feather to get him to stop.

“Your dad’s really busy right now, Einstein! It’d probably be better if you waited to give the full, in-depth, detail-heavy explanation once everyone’s settled down at the table. Plus, that way, you can ensure you have everyone’s attention and can speak to everyone at once, so it's more practical to do it then, as well!”

“Oh, I see!” Einstein replied in understanding. “Yeah, you’re right! I’ll do it then!”

Nodding with a warm smile down towards his apprentice, Charles glanced up and over towards Chester, before opening up his break to ask a question. “So, is the cake going to be ready soon? I see you’ve got all the drinks ready…blue raspberry…lemon lime…cola…yep that’s all of them, but this whole surprise party scene just won’t be complete until there’s cake!”

And that was when a ding sound emulated from the other elevator to the right.

“Alright, everyone! Make way!” a voice jovially called out from said elevator. “We’ve got one humongous party happening tonight, and that will naturally require a cake of equal size!”

Peeking her head out from the door, Sara, Chester’s wife who was also a phoenix-winged light-tan-brown squirrel, enthusiastically gave the room a joyous, sparkling grin.

“...and so, per Spiritfang’s personal special request, everyone participating in all the festivities tonight can have two slices each! With this MONSTROUS, light-blue-frosting-coated, gummy-star-candy-topped, chocolate-and-vanilla-layered THIRTY FIVE SLICES BIG TWO LAYERED CAKE!” and with that, Sara gleefully rolled a silver cart out of the elevator, that which was carrying the whole of the cake upon a plate resting right on its shiny, metal surface. To her left and right respectively were Chester and Sara’s two other kids, Aura and Lucky. Aura had lost her left eye in battle and bore a great scar over the region. Lucky, meanwhile, was known for his eyes being clover green. Both of them had been helping Sara in the kitchen for the past few days, working tirelessly and meticulously to complete the giant desert in time for the party.

Immediately checking “Food and drink” off his paper at last, Chester, just as everyone else in the room, proceeded to make his way as far back into the wall, and to the side of the cake’s path, as was physically possible, whilst Sara, Aura and Lucky by her sides, wheeled the thing up to the table.

“Okay! Now, I suppose we are all very lucky that the inventors in our house worked on this cart! Or else, this moment could have ended in tragedy!” Sara exclaimed in significant gratitude as she promptly pressed a button underneath the cart, where it couldn’t be accidentally activated, prompting the machinery to boot up as such.

Charles, David, and Einstein all began to beam to the rest of the group with great pride as the cart’s thin, flat, top metal portion very cautiously rose up, extended outwards as to move the cake towards the middle, lowered itself down onto the table, and gently slid itself outwards from underneath the plate which held the astonishing cake. Now, it was safe from gravity’s clutch.

Chester gave an extremely satisfied nod now that everything was prepped for the party.

“Alright, then. Tweeteleet, you call down Tony, Daisy, and Jake, and I’ll get Madison and Selma.We all have to be in position for the surprise.”

“Hey, wait just a minute, aren’t ya forgetting about one other person?” someone abruptly entered the conversation without warning.

Everyone promptly turned to face the new arrival, whose voice was radiating out from somewhere above the party table.

Chester then nodded respectfully in comprehension and understanding moments later.

“Ah, Spiritfang, yes. I see you’ve chosen your smaller wolf form for this occasion.”

“Well of course! That’s the form Star recognizes me in!” the pure white wolf swiftly responded whilst flapping their light blue feathery wings over the cake. Spiritfang possessed a trans pride flag bandanna around their neck, with a symbol consisting of multiple black and white circles in its center. There was also a light pink halo floating a little ways above their head. “Anyway, you guys did a great job setting up! Star should be coming over soon, so this is really good timing!”

“That’s wonderful! Is there anything else we should know, then?” Chester proceeded to ask.

“Yes, actually! See, I don’t wanna mess up that glorious masterpiece of a cake that Sara, Aura, and Lucky just completed as much as any of you do, but I got this great idea of shrinking myself down even further, and hiding inside the cake as another surprise for Star when she comes! Like, I’ll use my magic to become intangible, so I don’t mess the cake up at all, and I’ll also make it so I can see outside the cake, so I know which slice Star’s gonna pick up, and then when she’s about to dig in, I’ll pop out of the slice she chose, and surprise her just like that! Does that sound good to everyone?”

For a couple of seconds after the wolf had finished explaining their idea to everyone, the room was utterly speechless, as everyone went on to attempt to get at somewhat of a firm grasp on all of their words.

Wanting to break this rather awkward silence as soon as possible, in the end, it was Sara who eventually spoke again first.

“As long as you’re not actually touching the cake that sounds fine!” she calmly told the wolf flapping above “What do you think, kids?”

“Well yeah, as long as the cake isn’t getting dirtied, I don’t see a reason why not!” Lucky approved as well with a rather indifferent shrug.

“...yes, just as long as you’re not violating our work, it should be just fine.” Aura agreed just as well.

“Aaaaaaallllllllright then!” Spiritfang enthusiastically replied with a cheeky grin of undistilled glee. “In that case...”

And then, just like that, without any forewarning at all, a shimmering aura of light immediately formed itself around the magical wolf. The next thing the treehouse residents knew, Spiritfang had disappeared into the cake.

“......................ummmmmmm…” Chester attempted to speak, a little over a minute afterwards. “...umm…right, I’ll go get Madison and Selma, then. Tweeteleet?”

The robin gave a soft, affirming nod. “Yes, I shall go get my kids.”

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Chester was indeed quite used to being in this position, and knew how to act according to its nuances as a result. Situational familiarity, as well as adaptation on the fly, were two skills he had developed rather well over the course of the war, after all.

Without the tapetum ability (that is, the ability to see in the dark), Chester was currently relying mainly on his sense of smell, with backup from his sense of hearing. Timing was impeccable when it came to throwing a successful surprise party, and with how important Star was to Spiritfang, Chester was determined to not let either person down.

Thus, at Chester’s lead, the treehouse residents waited. Still and silent. Attention directed firmly towards the door. Said door had been left unlocked for the occasion, so that Star could get in on her own. This, she had been informed of by Spiritfang. Plus, as the treehouse lay standing firm and tall in the midst of a flat, open prairie, it was hardly a challenge to locate, especially when the prairie was the very first location a person would behold upon entering the world of Arkanaus.

Chester, as well as everyone else in the room, knew implicitly that Star could be wrapping her fingers around the cylindrical door knob at every single second that went by around them. Due to this, they also knew that absolutely none of them could afford to lose attention for even a second.

That, then, was precisely why the moment the internal mechanics of the knob’s tumblr began to echo their cranking and grinding across the walls, a palpable air of immediate tension began to smother the occupants of the room. When the door was at last pushed open rather gently, Chester knew for a fact that Star was here.

Naturally, for the first few seconds, Star bore a rather nervous face and posture, due to being greeted by silence and darkness.

“...umm…h-hello?” she softly asked the blackened room, as she cautiously took some steps inside. “...is anyone here?”

And then, Charles flipped up the lightswitch.

“SURPRISE!” the family of residents of the treehouse called out unto Star in as unison of a cry as they could manage. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STARLIGHT LAPIS!”

Practically picoseconds after the revelation shot up to her brain, Star immediately lit up with bliss. Her eyes began to sparkle with elation as her body overflowed with pure joy. Swiftly directing her arms inwards towards her chest, her folded hands right over her heart, Star could only form a smile of exhilaration on her face, as her tear ducts at last flooded over.

“...you all… did this? All of this hard work? Just for me?” she soon after sniffled from shuddering glee, whilst gazing fixedly around the living room, and all of the party adornments therein.

“None of us would have it any other way!” Madison, an orange tabby cat with a white underbelly and emerald green eyes, stepped further out from her prior hiding place behind the couch.

“Especially for someone so dear to Spiritfang!” Selma, a siamese cat with blue eyes and a missing front left leg added in.

It was only at that point after the surprise, within the one singular second after her dearest furry friend had been mentioned, that Star was, though only subconsciously due to her conscience being rather momentarily preoccupied, able to recognize that Spiritfang was not currently present within the room. She would have immediately spoken up and asked about this, however with a conscience still firmly engrossed in processing her emotions of euphoria, this was not exactly possible at the moment.

Eventually, Star would be led by her hosts over towards the table holding her cake. As her mind was significantly more functional by now, she had ultimately decided not to ask about Spiritfang, since doing so just seemed to be a little rude.

Nonetheless, with or without her wolf friend present, Star was still more than ready to engage in her yearly birthday festivities. The first of which, this year, would be the consumption of the cake. That which was always prefaced, of course, with the blowing out of the birthday candles. Star had become exceptionally more twinkly-eyed upon coming even closer to, and getting a far more thorough examination of the giant desert, though she did understand that such a humongous cake was, indeed, necessary, considering how many residents the treehouse possessed.

Star sat down on the chair located on the table’s southern, smaller side. As Star was doing this, Lucky actually became tempted to make a joke about the chair being the “Archie Bunker chair”, but ultimately decided to hold his tongue, because nobody aside from his fellow treehouse residents would understand that joke.

Meanwhile, however, Tweeteleet and Sara had both brought out one of the two number two candles, so they may be placed upon the top layer of cake for Star to blow out once they were lit. Aura then came trodding right behind them, holding a lighter in her mouth to do just this. With Sara on the left and Tweeteleet on the right, the two mothers placed down the two candles in sync, before swiftly stepping out of the way to allow Aura to come through with the lighter. Two quite expeditious flashes of fire later, and the candles were ready to blow.

Star then promptly went on to bow her head both calmly and silently, whilst closing her eyes and humbly smiling. The treehouse residents could only guess what it was she was wishing for. At last, Star rose her way back up and out of her chair, speedily took in a breath, and finally, blew out both flames.

Now, as the cheering echoed forth in both her ears, Star was only one knife and one cake shovel away from the second surprise. Spiritfang knew, then, that he had to be very attentive in order to figure out which slice Star would choose, in order for his plan to work out.

Watching Star quite intently as she was handed these utensils by Cuddles, Spiritfang was able to recognize, as soon as Star began to stand up from her wooden chair, that she was going to pick a slice on the top. As a result, Spiritfang moved his intangible body up and into that very layer, and waited to see where she would cut. Once the blue woman had cautiously made two cuts near the region which was, from her perspective, at the seven o’ clock position on the cake, Spiritfang rushed to make it to the slice before it was lifted up and placed onto Star’s plate. Proceeding to close his eyes in order to give a brief nod of satisfaction to himself, the tiny white wolf could soon sense the slice moving forwards. Thus, Spiritfang began to rise up to the slice’s top, in order to burst out of it once it had stopped. The moment he could feel that the slice had finally come to a halt, then, he immediately blasted upwards with a single, powerful flap of his light blue, feathery wings. Out of the cake part of the cake he therefore rose, forming a gleaming, excited smile on his face, turning his body fully tangible again, and lastly, emphatically howling out:

“SURPRISE!”

“..............huh?”

Rather unfortunately for the shrunken wolf, however, and naturally to their utter bewilderment, followed promptly by unfiltered shock, the second they re-opened their eyes was the second they realized why no one had responded to their cry.

“WOAH!”

As it had turned out, though poor Spiritfang upon its receiving end now had absolutely no way of figuring this out, (due to being locked up within their own body from the instantaneous mental jolt), when Star had picked up her slice of cake, she was not planning, exactly, on placing it down onto her plate before soon after taking a bite. No, she was planning on taking one giant bite first, and then setting the rest down on her plate. And Spiritfang was not even given a moment to zap out of his state of paralysis, before her jaws came crashing down together, in an echoing, deep-pitched, great clang.

Luckily, Spiritfang was located deep enough into the maw, (just about in the middle of the light purple, squishy, smooth tongue), to where he hadn’t gotten injured from the initial gnashing of the two rows of teeth. With Star’s tongue now swishing around the mushy contents of the treat throughout her maw, (up, down, around, and from cheek to cheek), Spiritfang was fortunately bound to stay that way, as his brain only continued to bind him further and further down into his instinctive state of freezing up, with each movement around the tongue took.

We have now reached the point in the story where, in order to properly address the actions which took place in the following moment in great depth, we shall need to examine it in slow motion. This will be necessary only for the next few paragraphs, but please do keep this in mind as we continue.

With Spiritfang trapped within his instincts, it became hardly a struggle at all for him to move around with the cake mush via the tongue. Currently getting maneuvered into Star’s dark purple left cheek, Spiritfang was able to witness the fleshy pocket expanding just slightly in order to fit all of the contents inside. Being located at the back of the mush blob, Spiritfang’s subconscious was able to somewhat comprehend the feeling of the slick, stretchy muscle brushing up against his back for a moment. Also due to the fact that he was at the very back of the glob, Spiritfang remained unaffected by the shiny white molars in front of him, as they rose up and slammed down twice in a row, before the tongue weaved in between the now raised up teeth within, and promptly scooped up the clump along with poor Spiritfang.

Now, feeling ready to gulp the clump down, Star raised her light purple tongue up, and towards her dark purple, hard palate above. Spiritfang was nearly scraped against the rough ridges at the roof due to this. Moments after, Star tilted her head a ways back, and motioned the food to slide downwards with the slickness of her tongue, on towards her wide open pharynx region, as such.

Spiritfang’s head gently bumped against the plump form of the dark purple uvula as he slid down along with the rest of the food. Had he been able to comprehend what he saw next, he would have noted the similarly dark purple epiglottis flipping over to cover up the larynx. Spiritfang, along with the bolus of food, was then squelched through the upper esophageal sphincter of the same color, and into the esophagus as such. Now, we shall return to normal time.

A small bulge formed itself in Star’s throat as she immediately swallowed once again for good measure. A bulge which was visible to Chester outside of the situation, as everything began to come together, in an exceedingly rapid, panic jolting matter, no less, in his brain. Swiftly glancing up and then back down again, in order to survey the faces of his fellow treehouse residents, it at last became solidified in his mind, that whilst everyone had put two and two together by this point, nobody was quite ready to say it.

Back on the inside of the esophagus, Spiritfang was still completely unresponsive to everything surrounding them entirely. The constant, squeezing motions of peristalsis shoved both them and the cake mush around them further down and further towards the stomach below.

Having made it past Star’s collarbone by now, the heartbeat deep inside of her chest began to vigorously thump against the esophageal walls and echo about, booming firmly within their canine ears. Until, all of a sudden, just a little bit of color and focus began to return to their eyes.

This would be a very slow process, of course, but since there was now no more threat of immediate harm, Spiritfang’s instincts were no longer forced to ramp up their body into overdrive of its survival mode, and as a result, gradually allowed the wolf to regain the capability to comprehend with their eyes the world around them. And just in the nick of time, too.

Spotting the ring of muscle that was the lower esophageal sphincter just below them, Spiritfang thus became implicitly prepared for the drop, breathing in and out relatively normally with just about as little panic as they could muster. Spiritfang could soon feel their legs and tail slipping down and all the way through the natural valve, due to this. Their torso and chest would soon follow afterwards. Finally, then, their head was squeezed down through the dark purple colored bodily sphincter just as well, and Spiritfang began to tumble on throughout the air.

Plunging deep down into the harmless, sloshing pool of sparkly, light blue, watery liquids lying below, Spiritfang had by now regained back enough control over their brain to be able to resurface moments after. Proceeding to doggy paddle their way over to the nearest wall and lie upon it so he wouldn’t keep having to on treadding, Spiritfang went on to allow their brain to finish up its rebooting, whilst they let out a considerably hefty, breathy sigh. He knew he’d been swallowed by Star. He knew she had eaten the cake slice he was in before he could burst out and give her another surprise. He knew that attempting to explain to Star what had happened, whether it be by himself, or one of the treehouse residents, was going to be extremely awkward. This much he had all figured out at this point.

What he didn’t know, however, was when, precisely, someone was going to attempt to do that exact last thing he had listed off. Not, exactly, wanting to be the one to do it, Spiritfang instead lifted up a pointy ear, and gently smooshed it into the lavender wall churning constantly, yet gently, before him. Aside from the natural gurgling and grumbling that was always to be present within a gut, Spiritfang could also detect the sounds coming from the outside of the gut, although at a far more muffled quality. For now, all that was merely utensil clanging, as Star picked up her fork and knife, ready to cut herself a smaller piece of her cake slice. That was, until she glanced up, and saw at last, the collective of silent, shocked faces gazing onto her with nervousness and worry.

Star’s face almost instantly dropped to the floor to match theirs.

“W-wha-what’s going on?” she softly asked the group in rising anxiety.

Now, it was time for the treehouse residents to non-verbally decide amongst themselves who would be the one to speak up and tell Star. The resulting scene of awkward eye and body movements would go on for a painful thirty seconds. Everyone knew that someone had to speak up eventually. Yet no one who sat at that table was prepared to be that one in the slightest.

This was, until at last, Daisy ultimately volunteered for the task, to the rest of the treehouse residents’ utter relief. Gradually turning her head over towards the still unmoving Star with an extremely sympathetic look in her eyes, Daisy let out a soft sigh until she finally opened her beak.

“So, umm…Star…so, Spiritfang actually had a plan to give you another surprise, involving the cake. Umm…he told us earlier today that he was going to turn intangible and hide in the cake, before moving to the slice you were going to pick, and then, bursting out of the slice right before you. But…because you started eating the cake so fast…umm, we’re all pretty sure that you………” and thus, Daisy’s voice trailed off. The room was utterly silent once more after this.

“Yup, that’s exactly what happened!” Spiritfang finally spoke up from below a while later. “I’m perfectly fine, though! No injuries on me, so, no need to worry about my safety!”

Once again, nobody inside the room felt like saying a single word at all. All of the treehouse residents were expecting Star to positively burst into panic over her friend at any moment. That was precisely why it came as such a great shock, when instead, Star reacted with a:

“Oh, phew! I thought someone was actually in grave danger for a second, or something! You guys were looking at me like I just gulped down a bunch of poison! Or like someone was dying, or something!”

None of the treehouse residents gave a peep as Star moved her gaze down towards her midsection.

“Hey, Spiritfang! I’m sorry I messed up your plans for a second surprise! Even if it was by accident. Are you feeling comfortable down there, or do you want me to bring you back up?”

Spiritfang, positively ensconced and surrounded by Star’s slick, squishy stomach walls as they sloshed all about the harmless liquids lying within, went on to give themself a warm smile, as they already knew what their response was going to be to Star’s question. Enveloped by the natural heat deep inside the goopy, soft gut, and lulled to a state of calm alleviation by the melody of gurgles therein, paired a silent nod with said smile, before finally speaking up to his friend.

“You know what, Star? I think I might just stay here until it's time to open the presents! You know I’m a crippling introvert, after all!” they chuckled out lightheartedly to their friend. “You can even go ahead and eat more cake, I’m not going to be bothered!”

Star gave a rather understanding giggle back to her friend upon this reply. “Oh, certainly! Parties can be very draining for introverts! I understand!”

Giving a few gentle pats over her middle, as a momentary goodbye to Spiritfang, Star at last raised her head back up, and once again faced the treehouse residents. Of course, they were all still quiet for the moment, but there was clearly a far less tense air to their faces and bodies. This would be something which was very soon exemplified, by the warm and exuberant reaction of Cuddles, as he promptly rose up from his seat and into the air.

“Well, alright, then!” he enthusiastically spoke out to the rest of the group. “You all heard what the little wolfie said! He’s perfectly fine and very comfortable!”

To Cuddles laying this out right before them, the rest of the treehouse residents' gazes and demeanors naturally began to soften even further. Now that they had been verbally assured one more time of Spiritfang’s comfortability and safety, they all began to calm down all at once quite significantly.

“So you know what I say?” the pterodactyl went on with a tone of rising exhilaration, whilst picking up a fork and a knife. “LET’S EAT!”

****

And so, the party continued without issue. Cuddles helped dish out everyone’s slices, before the group settled down to dig in. Einstein, just as promised, got to explain the inventors’ anti-floor-stain-and-dish-breakage device to the rest of the table, with rather enthusiastic passion to boot. Star was told many great stories about Arkanaus from a few of the residents living in its land. In particular, Chester drove on for quite a while about the tales of his experience in the war.

Yet perhaps most importantly of all, Star and Spiritfang were able to cuddle against themselves all throughout it; Spiritfang locked within the comfort of her guts, as the lavender colored pillowy walls comforted deeply the introvert wolf, and Star conversing in bright-eyed, astonishing wonder with all of her new animal friends. She had hardly known anything about Arkanaus or any of its residents at all before this very same night in the treehouse. And yet, right here and now, as the treehouse residents enjoyed Star's birthday cake right alongside her, Star was positively captivated with exhilaration to learn just about as much as she could.

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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Reggie/Alex for 'the -_- one and the ^-^ one'

Reggie tossed the blankets back, jumping out of bed, throwing open the curtains and flooding the room with sunlight. "Good morning starshine, the world says hello," he sang, doing a little twirl to face back to the bed.

"Reg," Alex hissed, "it's too fucking early." With that he tugged the blankets back up over his head, feigning sleep.

"Aw come on grumpy pants, it's a beautiful day, you don't wanna waste it!"

Alex peered out from under the covers and groaned when he saw the clock. "Reginald, there is no way on God's green Earth that I am getting out of this bed at SEVEN AM on a Saturday. Let me have at least two and half hours more sleep and don't come back unless the world is ending and you have coffee."

"You're no fun," Reggie huffed, but he slid the curtains closed once more, pressed a kiss to the top of Alex's head, receiving only a grunt and busied himself to make breakfast.

Alex tossed and turned, but found himself unable to get back to sleep and mentally cursed his morning person boyfriend. He could also smell the delicious scent of french toast wafting up from the kitchen, and he grumbled his way down the stairs.

"Hello my little thundercloud," Reggie hummed as he placed a plate full of breakfast in front of Alex. "Decided to get up after all?"

"Couldn't sleep," Alex replied, though it was muffled from his mouthful of french toast. "I blame you."

"I accept any and all blame," Reggie said and he sipped his disgustingly over sugared coffee, passing Alex his, one cream, one sugar, like a respectable person. "But now we have all day to spend time together."

"If you think we're going on a hike like the last time you got me up at the crack of dawn, you have another thing coming," Alex grumbled, sighing as the caffeine filled his veins, revitalizing him.

"No, no hike," Reggie promised. "I don't want to spend all dat at the ER again just because a squirrel brushed passed you and you were terrified of rabies."

"Rabies is a legitimate concern and that squirrel was feral! It was glaring at me!"

"Because you kicked it away and into a tree!" Reggie retorted. "I was thinking we could get some errands done, have a nice lunch. Just a quiet day."

Alex reluctantly agreed, knowing his version of a quiet day consisted of a book and a puzzle while Reggie's might have a fun fair involved. But he would admit he did feel a little better once he drained his coffee and Reggie offered him the first shower. Then gave him a kiss that was filthy enough when he got out it almost constituted the need for a second scrubbing.

Their first stop was the dry cleaners. Alex thought it would be a quick in and out. But he also apparently forgot who he was dating, because Reggie had to stop and talk to everyone. He knew their life stories, asked about their families, and replied to all their inquiries about himself. And he did this for every place they visited. The library, the deli, the little bodega where they got most of their groceries that offered delivery. The florist because Reggie wanted a bouquet of sunflowers for their dinner table that night.

"Lunch time?" Alex pleaded.

"That's our next stop!" Reggie replied, bouncing along the sidewalk, a happy smile on his face, the sun making his freckles come in full force as he turned and pulled Alex towards the cosy little bistro down the street. Where of course, he again knew all the staff.

Of course, this turned out to be a good thing because one waiter slipped them extra bread free of charge, the hostess told them dessert was on the house and the girl at the counter 'accidentally' applied her employee discount to their meal.

"Where to now?" Alex asked. "My feet are starting to hurt."

"Home," Reggie replied. "For a nap."

"Thank fuck," Alex sighed.

Soon enough he found himself curled around Reggie on the couch, a warm blanket thrown over them, some mindless television show playing in the background, and he felt as comfortable as could be.

"Thanks for helping me with errands today," Reggie murmured, his voice soft and sleepy as he nuzzled his nose into Alex's chest. "And sorry about the wake up call."

"It's okay," Alex replied through a yawn, and pressed a kiss to the crown of Reggie's head. "Even though I will kill you if you make it a regular thing, it was nice to spend the extra time with you."

"Yay, that was my plan the whole time," Reggie slurred, dropping into sleep, looking adorable, and letting out the smallest snuffling noises as he slept. Alex rolled his eyes, but pulled Reggie closer.

"Love you sunshine," he whispered before allowing himself to drift off into his own nap, never once loosening his hold on Reggie, the brightest part of his life.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ralex #julie and the phantoms

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rabbitcruiser · 1 year

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Monkey Day

Spend a day at the zoo with these cheeky creatures, throw a monkey-themed fancy dress party or fundraise to protect these precious primates.

Monkeys are interesting creatures – cute, mischievous, and sometimes downright obnoxious (anyone who disagrees has obviously never had their laundry torn down by a family of primates when it’s hanging to dry). Many species of primates are also endangered, and then there are questions of animal rights and the usage of primates in medical research. That’s why there’s Monkey Day, a day that’s been dedicated to raising awareness about non-human primates.

Learn about Monkey Day

Monkey Day has been created to celebrate monkeys, as well as “all things simian,” which includes lemurs, tarsiers, apes, and other non-human primates. It is a great day when it comes to raising awareness about different types of monkeys and primates around the world, as well as the issues they face and how we can help them.

Environmental activists and animal rights activities are especially vocal and passionate about this date. The same goes for art institutions and visual artists. Supporters and celebrates of this date include the Smithsonian Institution, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Louvre Museum, London’s National Portrait Gallery, National Geographic, Greenpeace, and Jane Goodall.

History of Monkey Day

Back in 2000, Casey Sorrow was an art student at Michigan State University, and he ended up writing “Monkey Day” on his friend’s calendar as a prank. But then they actually celebrated the occasion with other art students at MSU, and Sorrow later started collaborating with fellow MSU student on the Fetus-X comic strip, where the holiday was mentioned and popularized. Since then, Monkey Day has been observed internationally as a day to celebrate primates (including monkeys, but also apes, lemurs, and tarsiers).

Sorrow himself still does much to promote the holiday and the cause of primate welfare, and in addition to the Monkey Day website, he also maintains a “Monkeys in the News” blog which discusses primate-related news around the world and comes out with a list of the top ten primate-related news stories from the past year every Monkey Day.

Since Monkey Day was created, it really has gone from strength-to-strength. It is now celebrated in many different corners of the world. This includes Scotland, Turkey, Thailand, Colombia, the United Kingdom, Estonia, Pakistan, India, Germany, and Canada. It has been described by the Washington Post as a day to do the following:

“Learn something about these adorable and highly intelligent primates. Or you could use this day to act like a monkey.”

Monkey Day Timeline

2nd Century AD Claudius Galenus studies monkeys

In the early days of pioneering medicine Galenus (known as Galen) studied monkeys through dissection, noticing their similarities to humans.

1939 Flying monkeys are featured in film Wizard of Oz

In a strange and frightening portion of the plot, monkeys with wings act as minions released by the Wicked Witch of the West to scare off Dorothy and her friends.

1941 Curious George makes debut in books

As monkeys begin appearing in films and books, one of the most endearing monkeys will last in popularity for at least 80 years–Curious George. Although there are only 7 books in the original series by H. A. Ray, the character lives on through an animated television show, videos and even a 2006 feature film.

1959 First monkey in space

A squirrel monkey, Miss Baker, and a rhesus macaque, Able, were the first monkeys who made a successful launch and return to space. They were sent by the United States Air Force on a Jupiter rocket.

2000 Monkey Day begins

As a little joke, Casey Sorrow, a Michigan State University art student, wrote “Monkey Day” on a friend’s calendar just to be silly. Then, in more silliness, they decided to go ahead and celebrate the day with other art students. Later, Casey Sorrow became the co-creator of the weekly Fetus-X comic strip, which was used to promote the day.

How to celebrate Monkey Day

You could simply dress up in a monkey costume and play the part, because there are some people who do just that for Monkey Day and even hold competitions for it. Or you could spend the day at the zoo, because many zoos around the world do hold special celebrations for Monkey Day. Some of these events focus on educational events about monkeys, while others do things like auction off artwork created by chimps and performing intelligence tests on primates.

Even if a local zoo in your area is not hosting an event on this date, we would definitely recommend taking a trip to your nearby zoo and spending some time with the animals. Make sure you do take a look at their calendar beforehand, as zoos all around the world have special activities and talks going on. For example, at Australia’s National Zoo & Aquarium, they hold a number of educational talks and activities that are designed to raise money for endangered species, such as Cotton-top Tamarins in Columbia, as well as increasing awareness.

In Scotland, at the famous Edinburgh Zoo, they raise awareness about the different dangers that primates face by using monkey storytelling. Monkey Day events are also held at The Faruk Yalçın Zoo and Botanical Park in Darıca, Turkey to raise awareness. In India, the Indira Gandhi Zoological Park holds a number of different programs so that children can become educated about issues facing wildlife and so that people are encouraged to adopt monkeys. The list doesn’t end there either. In Pakistan, the Lahore Zoo really goes the extra mile. They hold educational events and art competitions about monkeys, including performances to highlight the threats they face, poetry readings about monkeys, and much more.

Even if you don’t have a monkey at your house, you might consider throwing a monkey day party, inviting all of your friends over (keep in mind that humans are in fact primates too, even without gorilla costumes), and common activities at such celebrations involve films such as King Kong, Planet of the Apes, and Lady Iron Monkey, as well as monkey-themed music (The Monkees, anyone?).

Often, celebrations involve fundraising for primate-related causes and charities, and many organizations around the world dedicated to primates hold Monkey Day events of various sorts. So when Monkey Day comes around, get out there and do it proper, by monkeying around!

Finally, another way that you can celebrate Monkey Day is by watching a film based on this primate! There are so many different types of monkey films. Of course, the Planet of the Apes series of films is the most well-known, but there are many others. Disney’s Monkey Kingdom comes highly recommended. Other famous monkeys on our screens include the Chain-Smoking Capuchin in The Hangover Part II, Clyde in Every Which Way But Loose, Cheeta in Tarzan the Ape Man, George in Curious George, Joe in Mighty Joe Young, and King Louie in The Jungle Book.

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my-mt-heart · 2 years

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How about a Caryl picnic day?

What would be a Carylish meal for a picnic?

Where do you think they would go for a picnic? I mean, the environment.

Which one of them do you think would ask "so is this a date?" Carol or Daryl?

Would they bring blankets or would eat at a picnic table?

Would they rest in a hammock?

Would they be apt to play games with their food? Like Carol throwing grapes or olives into Daryl's mouth? Just for fun or no.

What kind of games/activities in general would they play/do? Or wouldn't they?

Would Daryl offer Carol a massage?

Would Carol offer to return the favor? Would Daryl let her?

If no hammock, what resting position do you think they would take? Like you, I like Carol resting in Daryl's shoulder. Or I like Daryl resting his head in Carol's lap.

What topics do you think they would talk about now that they have time to themselves finally?

Would they take Dog or let the family watch him?

If they take Dog, would they play with him? Like running or fetching or is he too militant for that?

Would Dog give puppy eyes for food? Who would most likely give him people food to eat?

Would Carol wear something more feminine/womanly? Or what can you picture Carol wearing?

What about Daryl? Would he change out of those eyesore jeans he wears? 🤦🏽‍♀️ Wear a cologne or just have really good soap?

Would he compliment her or say nothing?

If he does, how do you think Carol would return the compliment to him?

Do you think he would bring up Ezekiel and her Connie?

Do you think Carol or Daryl are flexible? Like summersault, etc?

Would they blow white dandelions in each other's faces?

Would they find another token to make it give each other out there? What can you see it being?

Would they be more touchy-feely with one another? Like touching each other or brushing hands or shoulders more? Or just long looks at each other?

Would they take a nap in the sun or no?

Thanksies again! ♥️♥️♥️

What would be a Carylish meal for a picnic?

Hopefully not snake. Bread and jam? Cookies?

Where do you think they would go for a picnic? I mean, the environment.

Somewhere secluded and with a view.

Which one of them do you think would ask "so is this a date?" Carol or Daryl?

I don't think either of them would acknowledge it directly.

Would they bring blankets or would eat at a picnic table?

Blankets.

Would they rest in a hammock?

If there's no bus to stand on top of, I don't see why not.

Would they be apt to play games with their food? Like Carol throwing grapes or olives into Daryl's mouth? Just for fun or no.

They'd turn it into a competition somehow.

What kind of games/activities in general would they play/do? Or wouldn't they?

Besides throwing grapes? Target practice maybe, or skipping rocks

Would Daryl offer Carol a massage?

Love a good callback.

Would Carol offer to return the favor? Would Daryl let her?

He's comfortable with her enough to let her touch him that way, but of course there'd be a lot of sexual tension.

If no hammock, what resting position do you think they would take? Like you, I like Carol resting in Daryl's shoulder. Or I like Daryl resting his head in Carol's lap.

Like I said before, I think Daryl's shoulder is Carol's favorite place in the world. Or they could lay back and look at the clouds or something.

What topics do you think they would talk about now that they have time to themselves finally?

They always talk about really heavy stuff, so maybe something light for a change. A funny story about Dog getting into something he shouldn't have.

Would they take Dog or let the family watch him?

Three's a crowd. but maybe he could keep himself busy hunting squirrels.

If they take Dog, would they play with him? Like running or fetching or is he too militant for that?

They'd probably just let him do his own thing.

Would Dog give puppy eyes for food? Who would most likely give him people food to eat?

Carol

Would Carol wear something more feminine/womanly? Or what can you picture Carol wearing?

Pink or red

What about Daryl? Would he change out of those eyesore jeans he wears? 🤦🏽‍♀️ Wear a cologne or just have really good soap?

He would do exactly none of that.

Would he compliment her or say nothing?

In his own way, sure. Something similar to "pink suits you."

If he does, how do you think Carol would return the compliment to him?

She might just tell him to shut up.

Do you think he would bring up Ezekiel and her Connie?

Been there, done that.

Do you think Carol or Daryl are flexible? Like summersault, etc?

0.o

Would they blow white dandelions in each other's faces?

Haha, yeah, I can see that.

Would they find another token to make it give each other out there? What can you see it being?

They should hold onto the tokens they already have. More meaningful that way.

Would they be more touchy-feely with one another? Like touching each other or brushing hands or shoulders more? Or just long looks at each other?

If they're trying to push the boundaries further, there might be more intimate touches.

Would they take a nap in the sun or no?

If it's still the apocalypse, probably not.

#caryl #darylneedscarol

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aikoiya · 2 years

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DP - PT AU - The Deal 5

Vlad was just getting home from seeing his Darling & getting her answer to his proposal.

While it wasn't what he'd hoped, it also wasn't what he'd feared. Yes, the offer had been made in the spur of the moment, but the more he'd thought about it, the more he'd liked the idea.

He could do this. He would show her how sincere he was about them & prove that they belonged together. Their marks said so!

Smiling giddily, he placed a hand over his soulmate mark, still not fully believing that he'd found her & that things turned out this way. Perhaps fate hadn't dealt him such a bad hand after all!

When he turned on the light to his room, he nearly jumped out of his skin when Daniel was suddenly there sitting at the foot of his bed with an expression on his face like a parent having just caught their child trying to sneak in after curfew.

Danny: "Where ya been, V-Man?"

Suddenly, inexplicably nervous for a reason beyond his understanding, Vlad tensed, alert.

Vlad: "I don't believe that's any of your business, my dear boy."

Said 'dear boy' narrowed his eyes at the man, then stood up & strode over.

Vlad took a sudden, instinctive step back when it suddenly occurred to him that the young man was now taller than him, if only by an inch or two.

Vlad was actually pretty tall himself, but it seemed that the ghost boy had inherited his father's height.

That, when combined with the hard-won muscles he'd earned from almost constant ghost fighting, still developing due to still being a teenager, & the dangerous look currently on his face, he actually cut quite an intimidating figure. Even now, the multi-millionaire could see that he'd grow to be rather formidable before it was all said & done. Few people could make Vlad feel so small as he did right now. Something about the boy's aura.

He could even see a hint of peach fuzz on his chin & he was just the right mixture of both Jack & Maddie to be exceptionally handsome, much like how his sister was exceptionally beautiful. Their ghost forms gave them an ethereal edge that made them both devastatingly so. Daniel & Diana certainly looked older than 18.

If Daniel weren't such an annoyance, if they weren't nemeses, if Vlad wasn't so invested in the boy's sister, if he didn't know for certain that Daniel wasn't as mature as he looked, if he weren’t monogamous, if they had literally never met before in their lives, not to mention if he were actually interested at all to begin with, he might've considered taking the other male halfa for a spin in his bed.

But, as it was, Vlad knew just how much of a little shit the teen could be & he'd, frankly, rather have a rash on the rear.

Shame...

Still... out of curiosity, for just a split second, Vlad's royal blue eyes quickly glanced downwards to size up the package in the young man's suit... & immediately looked away, eyes bulging with fear at the surprising size!

Vlad was gynephilic-leaning bisexual, not fucking insane! Even though he was a top, he wasn't about to so much as touch something that had the power behind it to turn the tables & then impale him on a monster like that! It was like the boy was trying to smuggle a squirrel in or something!

Danny: "I saw you, Vlad. You & Di..."

Vlad snapped his attention back to the boy, startled & tried to pretend as though he hadn't just been looking over the young man's junk.

Not wanting to give any information away provided that he was mistaken on what exactly it was the other male saw, he made his next question vague.

Vlad: "Saw...?"

The boy's voice came to him in a husky baritone that would've sent delightful shivers down his spine if Vlad hadn't known him personally.

Danny: "Kissing! You were fucking kissing! And I heard everything you were talking about! You fucked my sister, you grade-A creeptastic fruitloop!"

Daniel grabbed him by the front of his turtleneck, snarling in his face, baring his sharp, post-ghost puberty canines at the elder, & made to throw him into a wall, but Vlad was quick enough to transform & go intangible before hitting & breaking it like typical.

He sailed through his mansion until he floated outside, above Polter Heights.

Looking around, Vlad tried to spot the young man before he attacked again.

Vlad: "Now, little Badger, I'm sure there's just been a misunderstanding."

A large fist came flying out of nowhere & met the side of his face.

Danny: "How the hell would I mistake you making out with my twin?!"

Vlad: "Alright, perhaps that part wasn't a mistake."

Danny: "Then, what part did I not see clearly, huh? Tell me that, you freak!"

He attacked the millionaire again & Vlad had to put most of his concentration into either not getting fried to a crisp or frozen solid.

Vlad: "W-we didn't mean for it to get so serious!"

Danny: "She's pregnant, you idiot! How much more serious could you get?"

Vlad: "I... Well, I actually meant the unexpected feelings. The baby was part of the deal to begin with."

Danny missed hitting him with an ectoblast, having not expected that answer.

Danny: "S-she actually AGREED to that?!"

Danny: "HOW COULD SHE DO THAT!?"

Vlad panicked, seeing how angry the boy was. If Daniel took out his anger on his Darling when they next saw each other, the stress could hurt both her & the baby. He couldn't bear it if they were harmed when he could stop it.

Vlad: "Daniel, no! Please! Don't be angry with Diana! It... It was my fault. My idea. I blackmailed her into it. Like you said, I'm just a creepy old man, so don't take out your frustrations on her! She doesn't deserve it!"

Besides his desire to keep his Angel safe, it was mostly a lie, but whatever it took.

As Vlad's words registered in Danny's head, the ghost teen froze, taking it in.

He'd never known Vlad to defend anyone. Let alone take actual responsibility for his actions. In all the years he'd known him, he'd always been 110% selfish & self-serving & never cleaned up his own messes.

Danny suddenly came to a horrifying conclusion.

Danny: "Oh... my God... you're in love with her, aren't you?"

The question threw Vlad for a loop. As he processed what the young man had said, he turned swiftly around so his back was facing the boy to hide his changing expression. Vlad could feel his face heating up & his heart flutter, like the wings of a small, fragile bird, inside his chest. Along with it, his core pulsed warmly, as if in cautious, but hopeful delight at the declaration.

His cheeks were dusted magenta with his ectoplasm. Could he...? Was the boy right? For just a moment, Vlad imagined what it'd be like to spend the rest of his unnatural life with the young woman &... he could see it... Images of them together, not even anything sexual, just spending time in each other's presences & surrounded by children. Reading together, teaching their children how to control their ghost powers, dancing, making messes in the kitchen that they'd have to clean up later, but were absolutely worth it, watching their children grow up & get married, then finally growing old & dying together.

Vlad blinked back the moisture in his eyes as his heart beat fast & his core sung, his face an almost hot pink in its vibrancy. He wanted that. With her. He wanted it so badly!

Turning his head to glance nervously back over his shoulder at his young nemesis, knowing how protective the young man was of his family. Especially his sisters. His twin, specifically, even more so.

Danny: "Holy fucking shit! You ARE! You crazy old man! That's my fucking sister! She's not even half your age, you absolute CREEP!"

The business mogul turned to face him.

Vlad: "Cheese logs, boy! She's above the age of consent! Has been since last year!"

Danny: "Just because something doesn't conflict with the law doesn't automatically make it okay! Had things gone even slightly differently, you LITERALLY could've been her father! Do you know how insane that is??"

Vlad: "I know, Daniel! Sweet sugar iced tea! Of course I know! It's not like I didn't think about it!"

Danny: "Then, WHY are you together?!"

Vlad: "BECAUSE I CAN'T HELP HOW I FEEL, DAMNIT!! Diana is the most important person in my life! The only real friend I have! It hurts to even think about being without her!"

Both shocked by his outburst, they stared at each other for a moment.

Danny's face hardened.

Danny: "You don't really think you two can have a real relationship, do you? You can't even go out in public together."

Vlad felt both his & his inner alpha's hackles rise in unison.

Vlad: "And whyever not?"

Danny: "She's 18! What do you think people will say? Hell, what about the media?!"

Vlad: "I already told you that she's a year above the age of consent & there's no minimum appropriate age gap here."

Danny: "You really think people are gonna care about that?? They'll see you 2 together & label you nothing but a dirty old pedophile."

Vlad's face went red with revulsion & rage.

Vlad: "If you're going to call me something that I'm not, at least use the correct term for the situation. The word is 'ephebophile.'"

Danny: "WHAT THE FUCK EVER!! YOU'RE FUCKING SOMEONE WHO ISN'T EVEN OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK YET!! When those vultures find out that not only is she pregnant & 18, but also dating THE Vlad Masters, who's old enough to have gone to college with her parents, they'll rip Dina apart. Like, even if this 'Colorswap' plan of yours works, your age would still be a problem. You can't really hide that, now can you?"

At this, Vlad went silent in horror just thinking about it. The scenes playing in front of his eyes.

It was so easy to envision because he'd seen it all happen before with other age-gap scandals & every time, the young girl was ostracized & called a whore, a sugarbaby, a golddigger. It was a simple matter to superimpose Diana into those situations.

Vlad shuttered, his stomach twisting with despair & misery & hopelessness.

By the time he snapped out of his thoughts, Daniel had left.

---

Danny sat in the Nasty Burger on his own with his head in his hands, trembling with... he didn't even know what! Rage? Betrayal? He just felt miserable in-general.

He didn't even start when 2 bodies slid into his booth.

Tucker: "So, what was this emergency that we had to sneak out at 9:00 at night for?"

Danny didn't even look up.

Danny: "My sister's made a deal with Vlad to have his kid & she's pregnant..."

Both the other teens were speechless.

Sam: "Got in himmel..."

Tucker: "You said it. Like, holy shit! I can't believe Jazz would-"

Danny: "It's not Jazz..."

Neither could speak for the disbelief on their faces said it all.

Danny drug his fingers down his face.

Danny: "I just... I have zero idea why she'd do this! He's such a fruitloop! And so old! I thought she was smarter than this! Ugh!"

His eyes flashed green with rage & he slammed his fists into the table, cracking it.

The few people still in the restaurant with them turned to him in surprise.

He shouted at them. "What are you looking at?!"

They all turned away in a panic, but Valerie, who had seen everything from the serving window, just turned away in worry at what was wrong with Danny.

She then snuck as close as she could get in order to listen in to the conversation.

Danny: "I mean, is Vlad paying her or something? Is that it? That's the only reason I can come up with for Di to actually go through with sleeping with him."

Valerie nearly blew her cover. Mr. Masters & Dina Fenton?! Holy shit!

Sam: "Listen, Danny, I sometimes might not agree with some of your sister's views, but if I know one thing about her, it's that she's not materialistic & prefers to work for the things she wants rather than have them handed to her. She also respects herself too much to lower her standards to the point of dabbling in the sugarbowel or prostitution."

Tucker: "Yeah, Dude. If there is some sort of agreement going on between them & it involves something so serious, she took it for some good reason."

Sam: "Remember when she went all-in on the popularity thing? I thought she'd lost her mind or something & it pissed me the hell off, but then she turned around & utterly dethroned Paulina, sending her to the loser's bench before leaving the A-Listers behind herself, just so she could prove to those snobs just how meaningless & fickle popularity was."

Tucker: "Yeah! Next thing we knew, Dina was back with us like nothing ever happened."

Sam: "You have to trust that Di's doing this for a good reason, Danny. She's never steered us wrong before."

Danny: "But, what if Vlad's blackmailing her or something to get his perfect half-ghost son the normal way?"

Valerie recoiled at the term half-ghost. Mr. Masters was somehow half-ghost & Danny knew? And Dina was having his kid?? The hell!? Did that make Dina half-ghost too or was Mr. Masters just a regular ghost the whole time & he'd just been using Valerie to do his dirty work &, now, he's blackmailing some poor human girl to bare him some sort of eldritch monstrosity? How would that even work??

Sam: "Then, we let her know we have her back when she needs us & trust that she can handle whatever comes before. While we're at it, we keep the fact that we know from the creep."

Danny: "That... might be a little difficult..."

Sam & Tucker looked at each other, worried.

Tucker: "Bro, tell me you did not go all 'overprotective big brother' on your arch nemesis!"

Danny: "Alright. I won't tell you..."

Sam facepalmed.

Sam: "You're such an idiot! What do we do now, Einstein?!"

Danny: "I was thinking about telling our parents & letting them deal with it."

Sam: "No way in hell! You do that & it puts Di in trouble too!"

Danny: "If she keeps that baby, they're gonna find out eventually anyway & they'll be angry regardless. Also, if they find out that I knew & didn't tell them, then I'll be in trouble too. So, what do you suggest?"

Tucker: "I dunno, Dude. But you better figure it out fast, cause it won't take long for the kid to start making an appearance."

Danny went silent before speaking up again.

Danny: "I think he's in love with her, guys..."

Tucker: "Wait! Rewind & run that by me again! You can't just drop something like that on us, man!"

Sam: "Besides, there's no way you're right. I mean... it's Vlad."

Danny shook his head.

Danny: "Nah, guys. You should've seen him. Vlad took all the blame for them being together when he saw me get angry at Di. I think he was trying to deflect my attention back at him so that I wouldn't take it out on her. I'm sure of it."

Tucker: "Are you sure that was Vlad? Not Amorpho or Bertrand?"

Danny: "I'm sure of it. Also, the very idea that Di would be dating either of those guys is just ew. I mean, the fact that she's dating Vlad is also ew, but somehow Bertrand & Amorpho would be even more so."

Sam: "Dude..."

Tucker: "Yeah, man. This reeks."

All Valerie could do was wonder how her life became a modern sitcom of spectral Romeo & Juliet.

---

Vlad thought about what Daniel had said. It seeped into his mind, plaguing his every thought. Even after his first date with Diana, it wormed it's way into his brain.

After a week of waffling, he made a decision. One he didn't like & didn't want.

Vlad: "I... I'm ending our agreement..."

Dina: "Wait, what?"

Vlad tried to explain his thoughts without cluing her in that it'd been her brother who brought these things up to him in the first place, but his Darling was too observant & familiar with the boy's schemes to be fooled & immediately called Vlad out.

Vlad: "But Daniel said-"

Dina interrupted him, snapping out her next words, quick as a whip.

Dina: "Danny's an overprotective little busybody! Neither I nor Jazz have ever been able to go out on regular dates because he'd scare off any boys who were interested! We had to sneak out when he wasn't looking to get as many as we did & once he found out, those relationships were basically over! Jazz only just got her first steady boyfriend & only because she no longer lives in the same house as Danny. So, I don't fuckin' care what my doofy brother said to shake you up so bad because he's a jerk who's just trying to get under your skin & needs a swift kick in the ass for his efforts! And you're just letting him get away with it!"

Vlad stared in surprise at her uncustomary outburst.

Dina: "Listen, old man. I don't care what other people think! I don't care about money or fame or power! What I do care about is the fact that you're here. With me. I care that you're trying for my sake & our baby's. Respect me enough to let me do the same for you. I'm here WITH YOU! I choose YOU!"

As she spoke, Vlad felt a strange release in his chest. Like a blooming flower of warmth, a strange mix of sadness & happiness, that brought tears to his eyes. He had spent so long wanting someone who cared about him enough to choose him. Now, she was here. No one had ever put their relationship with him over so much before besides his own mother.

Now, something you might not know about Vlad is that he's an ugly crier. It runs in the family on his father's side. Though, he doesn't know that.

The man couldn't stop the sudden sob, but tried with all his might to hold the rest back. Even still, tears broke free. He tried to hide his face in his hands, ashamed of his sudden lack of emotional control.

Dina reached forward to comfort him.

Dina: "Hey, now. Come here. Let me look at you."

He shook his head & turned away from her to try & further hide himself.

Vlad: "I-I was hoping that you'd never see me like this..."

Dina just shushed him, prying his hands away.

Dina: "Hey, hey. It's okay. I wanna see you."

Vlad sniffled with tears running like rivers down his face as his Darling pulled his head down so that she could chastely kiss his tears away & then let his forehead press against hers.

It was so hard to hold it all back, but then his lover-just-turned-maybe-girlfriend embraced him, running her fingers through his hair soothingly & letting him rest his cheek on the top of her head.

That was when the dam broke, Vlad clung tight to her petite figure like she was a lifeline, becoming an absolute sobbing, snotty mess of emotions, burying his face into her hair as he breathlessly blubbered incoherent words of abject adoration & dedication & love in Russian until he settled down. He clutched her to him in a very desperate, possessive manner, his core trembling in his chest as he broke down in her arms.

All the while, Dina just stood there rubbing his back & stroking his hair comfortingly.

Dina: "Is that better, Hotshot?"

Vlad murmured against her hair, his voice watery & breaking.

Vlad: "Y-yes..."

Even long past having calmed down, Vlad continued to hold her & she just let him.

When he pulled back, he was blushing; a little embarrassed by his display & by what he'd confessed to just then (he hoped she didn't understand Russian, because he hadn't quite processed his feelings yet), but grateful for how she'd comforted him through it.

Glancing into her eyes, then away.

Vlad: "T-thank you..."

Dina: "You're welcome. I'm glad you trust me enough to be like that around me."

Vlad just smiled, face heating up a bit.

---

The next time Dina saw her brother, she gave him a nice shiner & a bloody nose for all his effort.

Dina: "I am tired of you sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"

Danny: "Damnit, Di! He's just a crazy old creep obsessed with our mother!"

Dina: "So what?! He's MY crazy old creep! MINE!! I CLAIM HIM!! And in case you haven't noticed, there haven't been any schemes to make Mom leave Dad for him in, at least, a year!"

Danny: "Have you forgotten all the shit he's put us throught?!"

Dina: "Have YOU forgotten that everyone deserves a second chance!? If you got one, Mr. Destroyer of Humanity, why can't he??"

Danny recoiled at having his feared future thrown in his face like that & went silent, remembering Dan & the future Vlad.

Dina huffed, leaving him to stew.

---

Vlad was nervous. Dina had just said that she'd be going to a natal check up & they'd be using ultrasound to check the baby's sex.

He'd managed to extend his Colorswap power's timelimit to be a few hours & he could now do it every other day, so they could start really dating now.

However, that brought Vlad's attention to the fact that he hadn't genuinely dated anyone long-term in years.

Sure, he'd gone on a few stand-alone dates with powerful corporate women that turned into one-night stands & maybe 1 or 2 nights topping some male associates, but never anything real!

---

When they went for the check up, Vlad Colorswapped his hair a chestnut brown, his eyes hazel, & gave himself a tiny bit of a tan. In all honesty, he used to imagine that these would've been the features his little brother or sister could've had, had his mother been able to carry them to term. It was his mother's coloring entirely.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he put his hair halfup & chose one of the outfits that his kitten had bought for him just for this using the card he gave her. (He was a little disappointed that she really only got a few things besides that & that they were all practical.)

It had sort of an upscale hipster look with small, circle-lense sunglasses.

It was nice & far removed from his usual look so no one would likely even suspect.

---

On the way to the appointment, & despite Daniel's words they actually didn't get any sideways looks while they walked, not like they would've if he'd been with her featuring his normal silver fox look. Not just because he'd immediately be recognized as Vlad Masters, CEO of VladCo. & Mayor of Amity. The hair color he'd obtained from the proto-portal accident had the unfortunate affect of making him look positively elderly.

In actuality, he hadn't really, truly aged a day since he turned 25, likely because of his half-ghost status. He'd just been too blindsided by the boy's dirty tactics & afraid of the consequences of what he'd suggested to coherently bring that up at the time.

As a result, when he sported a more youthful hair color & added to that the fact that Dina appeared more mature than she was, they actually looked close enough in age that no one thought otherwise.

---

When they got to the appointment & were taken to see the doctor, who he was ecstatic was a woman, Vlad introduced himself as "Dave Romanov," modifying his accent to be more typical Illinois with a more casual vernacular, & said he was the father which made him feel all warm & giddy inside to actually be able to say to someone's face out in the open.

The first thing the doctor asked was why he hadn't been to the other appointments & Dina answered for him.

Dina: "He didn't know before. I only just broke the news, so he's a little excited & nervous."

Letting some of the emotions brewing inside him show, he gave the doctor a wide, but slightly nervous smile.

After which, the doctor began to ask him questions about his & his family's medical history because Dina hadn't been able to answer them before.

To which, Vlad answered readily.

They also updated Dina's medical history, checked her urine, checked her weight & blood pressure, checked for swelling, felt her belly to check the position of her fetus (which raised Vlad's inner alpha's hackles somewhat, but he managed to tamp it down), measured the growth of her belly, & then listened to the fetal heartbeat.

The last one got Vlad excited & since he wasn't currently Vlad Masters at the moment & didn't have a reputation to uphold because of that, he felt more free to express that excitement.

Also because of it, he was almost as free with his affection for Dina as if he was alone with her. Within the range of decency of course.

It felt good to be able to act this way with her without fear.

When he got his first real look at their child, Vlad started to tear up. He couldn't believe it was actually happening.

He turned, burying his face in his lover's shoulder as joy burst in his heart. He was a father!

With excitement, he turned back to the doctor.

Vlad: "Well? Is it a boy or a girl?"

Doctor: "It..."

Moving the device around on Dina's exposed belly to get a better look.

Doctor: "Looks like it's a boy."

Vlad felt his Angel grab his hand as his face broke out into a full-blown grin.

Turning back to the image.

Vlad: "A son... My son..."

Already, he was attached to him.

Vlad: "C-can we have a print?"

---

As they were walking back, Vlad stopped, staring off into the sky silently as he watched the sun going down in the distance while Dina watched him. It was suddenly so much more beautiful than he remembered it being. Before, he thought sunsets melancholic & lonely. Maybe it was because he wasn't as angry & depressed as before? He then finally started speaking.

Vlad: "Do you have any idea how happy you've made me? I've wanted a child for so long; longer that we've known each other & now I'll have one. All thanks to you..."

He turned to her with a soft, but genuine smile full of adoration & something else she'd only ever seen in her parents eyes when they looked at each other. Taking her hand in his, he brought it up as he bowed his head to press a kiss to the knuckle.

Vlad: "You have my gratitude, my Angel."

It was the first time he'd ever called her that out loud.

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May 7, 1922 Gasoline Alley by Frank King

TOP PANEL [ID: Walt tosses inner tubes of tires at Skeezix, who sits some distance away on the yard. EIght tubes lie on the ground around the baby, one of them around his waist. Walt has two other tubes on his arm and three stacked on the ground beside him. /end]

MAIN COMIC [ID: Walt carries Skeezix under his right arm and a tire's inner tube and a length of rope under his left. He walks on a path in his backyard. /end] Walt: Come on, Skeezix, ol' sport! I've got the makin's of a new fangled swing for you!

[ID: As Skeezix plays in the inner tube on the grass behind him, Walt worries an end of the rope in his hands and stares at the lowest branches of the tree he stands under - high enough to be off-panel. /end] Walt: I dunno. I'm a rank amateur as a squirrel. Even with a ladder, I think with a weight on it, I can throw the rope across that limb.

[ID: Walt ties a pipe wrench to one end of the rope and tosses it over the branch. Skeezix lifts his hands in excitement. /end] Walt: Right over. Just like nothin'! Pretty slick, eh Skeezix?

[ID: The pipe wrench stops some distance above the ground, swings back and hits Walt in the back of the head, knocking him down. Skeezix watches with shock. /end] Skeezix: ?

[ID: Walt lies on the ground and comforts Skeezix while he cries. A welt begins growing on the back of his head. /end] Walt: There, there, Skeezix, never mind! Did it scare the poor little fella? Uncle Walt should be more careful!

[ID: Walt ties one end of the rope to the tree's trunk and the other end to the inner tube and places Skeezix in the middle. He pushes it forward for a swing. /end] Walt: I guess maybe that's all right! Just like flying!

[ID: Walt squeezes into the tube himself, holding Skeezix up on his lap. /end] Walt: Now let's wind her up and I'll show you how I used to go into a tail spin when I was a boy!

[ID: Walt spins the tube around quickly, sending the two of them into a rapid spin. /end] Walt: Whee!

[ID: Walt stumbles out of the tire, dizzy. He holds Skeezix by the back of the shirt. /end] Walt: Jiminy Chris'mus, I'm dizzy! Are you? How do you get out of one of these contraptions?

[ID: His right foot gets stuck in the tube, which swings out. Walt, startled, holds Skeezix out and away from him. /end] Walt: Steady now, Skeezix! We've got to make a landing!

[ID: The tube swings the other direction, pulling Walt back and forcing him to do the splits. He holds Skeezix to his chest, falling backwards. /end] Walt: !

[ID: Walt sits on the ground, the tire resting on his head. Skeezix cheers excitedly as Walt holds him up. /end] Skeezix: Og! Og! Walt: Look here! If that means do it again, nothing stirring!

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"Kagome!" a man with brown hair yells, waving his hand high in the sky. Satoru frowns. Who the hell is this guy? And why is he so damn happy to see Kagome?

"Oh no," Kagome says, planting her hands on her thighs. The dark yoga pants are nearly enough to distract Satoru from what she just said.

Oh no, as in she doesn't want to be bothered? Or oh no, as in they need to knock this guy out?

"Is he a problem?" Suguru asks. The murderous intent ebbs and flows off Suguru in waves, but Kagome either does not notice the change in Suguru or she's used to that level of intensity from him.

"No," Kagome sighs. "Akitoki Hojo is just annoying."

"Hojo?" Suguru and Satoru say. Suguru shoots him a wondering look, but Satoru ignores him.

Kagome flashes them a smile before putting on a fake one as Hojo approaches. "Hi, Hojo!" she chirps. "How's your wife?"

Satoru's shoulders drop. He exhales. Good, this guy has a wife. Even so, why is he so damn happy to see Kagome?

"She is doing well. I see you are not traveling with your husband, though." Hojo shifts his bag to his other arm and throws it over his shoulder. There's a white monkey on his head that looks around the area as though it is keeping watch.

The silence is deafening. Husband? Kagome doesn't seem like the type. Suguru cracks his knuckles.

Well... if she has one, Suguru will probably kill him too.

"I don't have a husband."

"Oh? You and InuYasha never..."

"Nope, InuYasha and I are just friends. He's married now." Kagome shrugs and resumes walking. Hojo walks next to her, ignoring Satoru and Suguru. "Actually, his kid should have been born by now, since Hana was in labor when we set out."

"So, you're single then?"

"Why are you asking her that?" Suguru intones.

He would like to know that too and why he thought Kagome and InuYasha were a couple. How much is she not telling them? A wave of guilt washes over him. It's not like he's sat down and given her his life story.

Hojo looks back at them and blinks. "Well...my house is growing, and I have enough to support two wives."

Crack.

A branch falls. Birds flap their wings, desperate to get away. A squirrel runs past. The monkey lets out a squeal and then strikes a pose on top of Hojo's head as if it wasn't frightened.

Hojo startles and lets out a laugh. "That was weird."

"Hojo, wouldn't that get confusing? You're already married to a Kagome." Kagome snorts, not at all taking this seriously.

Why isn't she taking this seriously? This Hojo just proclaimed that he wants to marry her and she's joking?

There is nothing funny about this situation.

"She can always change her name again. It is not a problem."

Satoru holds out an arm in front of Suguru. "What do you mean again?"

"Well, when I thought Kagome was with InuYasha, I gave up all hope. So, my wife begged me to marry her, and I conceded so long as she changed her name to Kagome." Hojo sighs. "Her birth name was truly terrible, and she didn't mind being Kagome for me."

"I'm gonna..." Suguru trails off, faltering under Kagome's gaze. "Pray that your wife finds someone that appreciates her."

Hojo frowns. "She is appreciated. I don't beat her or step outside the marriage." He wrinkles his nose. "Courting Kagome doesn't count. My wife knows, and she's prepared to play her role as second." He trips, but catches himself.

"Okay." Kagome claps. "Hojo, it was nice running into you, but we're busy. And I'm not interested."

"Oh. Oh. I see. You are with them, then?"

"Yes."

The murderous intent fades and Suguru looks lighter than he has in a while. Satoru gnaws on the inside of his cheek. Why is he thinking about killing this guy? He places a hand over his heart.

Yep, still working.

"Well... very well. I will not keep you." Hojo's shoulders droop as he takes off into the forest.

Good riddance.

"That was Hojo-kun's ancestor," Kagome says after Hojo's is gone from view. "That's what his mother was talking about that night."

"What night?" Suguru questions.

"The night he died. Hojo's mother wanted it to be known that they had a Kagome in their family history," Satoru says. He runs his tongue along his teeth. So, this really is the past. And her dead ex was named after that guy?

"Yeah, the first time Hojo showed me his family history, it gave me a scare." She rubs the back of her head. "I was like 15 then and marriage was not on my radar." A flash of sadness crosses her face and if he were less of a man, he would have missed it.

Does she want to get married?

Satoru cracks his neck and looks over in the direction Hojo walked off to. He can't look at Suguru right now.

"HELP!"

Satoru moves to Kagome's side, but she moves right past him, in the direction of trouble. He slaps his forehead. Why is she running off without them?

Wait...is he okay with letting this Hojo die?

"Satoru, what are you doing?" Suguru looks back at him as he runs after Kagome.

That's a good question. Why is he hesitating to save someone?

He runs ahead, moving in front of Kagome, who seems determined to put herself in harm's way. Who cares if this Hojo guy dies?

Satoru halts at the sight of the demon. Its skin is prickled with quills as if it wants to be a porcupine. It holds Hojo up with one hand, dangling the guy upside down. The items in Hojo's bag lie on the ground, scattered by the demon's hoofed feet. Okay, maybe not quite a porcupine, but close enough.

The white monkey jumps up and down on the ground, shaking its fists at the demon.

He slides his pack off and holds out an arm to stop Kagome from charging in.

"HELP ME!"

"Hold on Hojo!" Kagome yells out. Satoru grits his teeth. His feet won't move. Why is he hesitating? Suguru steps forward and sets his bag down. He glances at Satoru, but Satoru doesn't have the words to verbalize this turbulence going on in his psyche.

That man wants to make Kagome his wife. His second wife. No, he wants to push his current wife to the side and have Kagome. Going so far as to have his wife change her name to Kagome.

Satoru clenches a fist. He can't will his legs to help Suguru save the guy.

"Apologies, Kagome," Suguru says, summoning a curse. "But you want this mon—monk saved?"

"AHAHAHA" The demon laughs. It pats its big round belly. The sound of its palm hitting the armor sounds like someone just learning to play the drums. "I'll eat you and then I'll take that woman for myself."

"It's always the big ones," Kagome mutters.

Satoru rears back. Is this her normal? She is far too nonchalant about that demon wanting to take her.

"Sesshomaru would have your head!" Kagome yells out, pointing a finger at the demon. "Now put Hojo down!"

"Who the fuck is Sesshomaru?"

"You're asking me that now?"

"Is he a demon, too?"

"Uh... yeah. But does that matter right now?"

No. It shouldn't matter. But, yes, it does matter right now because who the fuck is Sesshomaru and why would he care what happens to Kagome? Satoru clucks his tongue and turns his attention back to the demon, who, despite Kagome's warning, doesn't seem to care too much about what this Sesshomaru might do.

Suguru pulls out playful cloud and dashes behind the demon. He hits him in the leg right as his curse spirit attacks the demon. Hojo wails as the demon throws him into the air, using him as a makeshift weapon to keep the curse back.

"Come on Suguru! Stop messing around. We still got a lot of ground to cover," he calls out, cupping his hands around his mouth. Suguru shoots him a dirty look.

"Should we really let him handle the demon by himself?" Kagome reaches for an arrow, but Satoru holds up a hand.

"He's never fought a demon before. I've never fought one before. Let him have his fun."

"You just told him to hurry it up."

"Well, that's because he's trying to show off." And he's eager to get away from this Hojo guy.

The demon screams right as it topples over. The arm holding Hojo is cut off. Suguru catches Hojo before he hits the ground and Satoru can practically taste the disgust in the air. He claps, smiling wider, when Suguru promptly drops Hojo on the ground. The curse spirit fades away as Suguru calls it back, but the demon's body remains.

Huh, it's still alive. Barely.

Suguru holds out a hand, and the demon digs its claws into the ground. Blood pours from where its other arm used to be. Its tongue hangs off to the side, salivating as it screams. The screams die down as Suguru creates a ball. He walks back over to them, leaving Hojo on the ground.

"Ya gotta eat it?" Satoru crosses his arms. Can he eat it? Not like there is a surplus of demons wandering around Tokyo.

Suguru looks down at the yellow ball and shrugs. He opens his mouth and swallows the ball whole.

"You consume them?" Kagome asks after a moment.

Satoru gnaws on his tongue. Kagome said she and Suguru exorcise curses together all the time. Has he never shown her how he obtains his curses?

Suguru coughs and looks away. "Yes, that's how I tame them."

Kagome frowns. "Every single one?"

"Yes." Suguru clenches his fists, though he keeps his face blank. Not that it matters to Satoru. He can see the fear of rejection in Suguru's eyes.

"Okay," Kagome says, nodding. "I should check on Hojo." She walks over to Hojo, who lets out the biggest cry.

Satoru glances at Suguru and shrugs. He can't tell what Kagome is thinking. Satoru runs his tongue along his teeth. "Suguru, wait."

"What?"

"If..." he lowers his voice. "If you did it, then you need to tell her before you get in too deep."

Suguru doesn't flinch. "Doesn't matter if I did what you think I did or not. I'm not letting either of you go now." Suguru smiles, and it's one he hasn't seen in years. "That monkey is getting into Kagome's bag."

"Oi! Kagome won't like that," Satoru huffs.

"No... the actual monkey. See." Suguru points and sure enough, the white monkey is getting into Kagome's stuff while she fusses over Hojo.

Satoru grimaces. Why is she fussing over that man? "Alright. But I'm serious. If you did it, you need to tell her before she falls more in love with you."

"Kagome doesn't love me."

"And here I thought you were the perceptive one." Satoru scratches the back of his head and grabs their bags off the ground. "Let's go before that monkey takes all our food, too." He frowns as Hojo stands, dusting off his pants.

Kagome doesn't want the guy, so why is he so irritated? She even said she was with him and Suguru.

Still... he wants this guy gone and on his merry way.

Hojo rubs the back of his head, bowing it slightly. "Is it possible for me to travel with you for the day? That was very traumatic and I'm afraid my legs are still shaken up." The white monkey jumps up on Hojo's shoulder and points a finger at Suguru, who shrugs and puts the items back in the bag.

Satoru rolls his eyes as he picks up Kagome's oversized yellow bag and gives her his much lighter one to carry. "You live in a place where demons are common. How can you not protect yourself?" he deadpans. This man has no control over the cursed energy he has. He has no spiritual powers like Kagome, and yet he can see the demons, so why the hell is he so weak?

Suguru's eyes widen. Satoru rolls his eyes again. It's common sense.

Kagome holds out her hands and places one on Satoru's chest. "I mean you can, but we're going to the kitsune school and—"

"Oh no, last time I went there, they gave me something terrible to drink and I could not stop my bowels from moving." Hojo holds his stomach and grimaces. "I'm positive it was Master Shippo who tricked me. He was the one that gave me the tea after all."

"Sounds like something my kid would do." Kagome moves her hand, but Satoru grabs it and flashes her smile. She shakes her head. "At any rate... why are you calling him Master Shippo?"

Hojo's face flushes red, and he drops to his knees, prostrating.

"Uh, Hojo, if you're talking, I can't hear you."

"Sorry," Hojo says, lifting his head. "It was a long time ago that Master Shippo demanded I refer to him as such. I did, after all, do something terrible against you."

Satoru clenches his teeth. His muscles ripple. What kind of harm?

Kagome points to herself with her free hand. "Me? You haven't done anything to me other than be annoying."

"It was the night before when we ran into Kaguya. I saw..." He sucks in a breath. The white monkey pats his face. "I saw you in the hot springs and I was mesmerized by how the water ran down—"

Boom!

"Sorry, that one was me," Satoru says cheekily. "You were saying?"

"I... Master Shippo found out and blackmailed me. I could not tell you the truth all these years."

Kagome sighs. "Honestly. Well, at least you apologized. It's more than Miroku has ever done."

"Who the hell is Miroku?" Satoru exclaims.

"Sango's husband. The lecherous monk I was telling you guys about. I mean, he's not so much a lech these days, but back then, yeah." Kagome leans into him. "Hojo is okay now, and he doesn't want to travel with us, so can we go? If we push it, we should make it to the school tomorrow before nightfall."

"Thank you for saving me!" Hojo yells, prostrating once more to Suguru, who plasters that fake smile on his face. Suguru's fingers twitch and for once, Satoru gets it.

It's not the right thing to do, but he wouldn't be all that upset if something ate Hojo on his way back to his wife.

"I'm worried about Suguru," Kagome says, setting the pot over the campfire to boil.

Satoru clucks his tongue. "You think he'll come back empty-handed?"

"I don't mean about his hunting skills. I mean him." She scrunches her nose. "Something's bothering him. Do you think it's too much? Should we pull back?"

"I think you pulling back would be the worst thing to happen to him." Satoru flexes his fingers. He has suspicions that Suguru killed Kagome's family, but Suguru isn't admitting to it. "Besides, you can't put it on a guy and take it away. Do you know how magical your pussy is?"

Kagome's mouth drops. Her cheeks flush. "Oh whatever," she mutters.

Satoru grins and then stops when Kagome turns away. Something is wrong with Suguru. Kagome pulling back now could cause Suguru to break. He's tethering the edge like he did before he ultimately broke and left Satoru alone.

"If ya are so worried, I know a way you could cheer him up."

"Do my clothes have to come off for this?"

"Nah, he could always slide your panties to the side."

Kagome snorts. "Sounds like you want to do that." She pulls out some noodles from her yellow bag and puts it in the boiling water.

"I always wanna do you," he confesses. "But I also like just being around you."

Kagome pauses and looks at him, really looks at him as though she only sees him as Satoru, the man. His heart pangs. She's never seen him as the strongest.

He's not sure how to feel about that.

The bushes rustle and Suguru walks into camp with three rabbits.

"Am I interrupting?"

Kagome smiles at Suguru. "The first night, yeah," she teases.

"Yeah, way to cockblock, Suguru."

Suguru throws the headless rabbits at him in succession. "You skin them."

Satoru pouts. "Fine." He guesses he can do it tonight since Kagome showed them how to do it the other night. Something about seeing her being so damn proficient with hunting is far more enticing than it ought to be.

"Come here," Kagome says to Suguru. She pats her lap. Suguru walks over with no objections. Which, why would he? He gave the rabbits to Satoru to skin.

"Am I in trouble?" Suguru jokes.

"No. I always wondered why your energy was so dark. It's darker than Satoru's, but it's because you take those things in." She brushes her hand over his forehead and over his hair. "If it hurts, tell me to stop."

She touches Suguru as though they have been lovers for years.

Sweetly.

Satoru glances down at the rabbits and sighs. He wants to be basking in Kagome's love, too.

But.

He glances at Suguru, with his head in Kagome's lap, and the peace on his face. Satoru picks up the knife. This is fine too. If the servants and the Gojo elders could see him now, they'd faint with the shock of him doing something so mundane in their eyes. Skinning rabbits, so they have meat for dinner. Strangely, he doesn't mind it. Being here is peaceful.

"What's Shippo like?" Satoru asks, needing to fill the silence.

Kagome pauses from running her fingers through Suguru's hair. "A trickster. Like all fox demons. Shippo-chan likes to play pranks. Sometimes it might be having someone go for a ride on his spinner, or maybe he's dropping a bunch of fox statues on you because you fell into the hole he covered up." She runs her fingers through Suguru's hair once more and leans over slightly to check on the noodles. "Shippo-chan has red hair, but I guess it's more auburn. And the biggest green eyes. He has a little puffy fox tail and paws for feet."

Satoru swallows as an image of Kagome caring for this fox takes root in his mind. There must be something in the air because he's losing his mind.

"At the end of the day, he's just a kid. Or kit. Whatever you want to call him. Shippo is young and as much as he pretends to be big and strong, he's still just a child." Kagome presses her lips together. "And he's far too interested in girls. I think Miroku may have influenced him too much."

Miroku? Right, that perverted monk.

"Suguru, how are you doing?"

"... Good," Suguru breathes. "More than good."

Satoru pouts. Is she using her energy on him? That's not fair. He hasn't felt the warm caress of her powers in far too long. Satoru stands and takes the container full of rabbit meat over to the fire. He dumps some cuts into the pot and then skews the rest for jerky.

"Stop being such a baby, Satoru." Suguru sits up and stretches. He kisses Kagome on the cheek.

"I'm not being a baby," he scoffs.

Suguru rolls his eyes and walks over to his bag, searching for something. "You are the biggest one here."

Satoru ignores him and instead watches, a little transfixed, as Kagome starts her night routine.

"Kagome," Satoru calls, "Can you come do the splits on it?"

Kagome pauses. Her body leaned to the right as she stretches. "I don't know." She sighs as she stretches to the left. "I don't wanna bewitch you any further."

"That's okay. I'd gladly go under your spell."

She snorts.

He crawls forward on his hands and knees, a sight that would have anyone other than Suguru concerned. He should have known since the night they met that Kagome was gonna make him lose his mind. Lose his reasoning. Satoru was doing so great and now look at him. Glady crawling on the dirt just to get closer to her.

Kagome's brows furrow together as she watches him.

"What are you doing?" She leans forward until her hands and upper body completely touch the ground.

He could watch her stretch for days.

"Coming to you." He sits off to the side of her and grabs her foot. His thumb presses into the sole, massaging her. "You know one of us could carry you, so you don't have to walk as much."

"I'm used to walking all over Japan." Kagome props her head up with her palm. Besides, we tried that and Suguru almost walked into a tree.

"Because," Suguru stresses, filling each of their bowls with stew. "Someone was kissing on my neck telling me how badly they wanted to get fucked later."

"Kagome, is that true?" Satoru sighs with a smile dancing across his face. He looks at Kagome with expectation.

"... I don't recall." She sits up and takes the bowl from Suguru. "Anyway, we should make it to the school by midday as long as nothing goes wrong." Kagome scrunches her nose and knocks a fist on the ground.

"That's not wood," Satoru quips.

"Come here and I'll knock on yours."

"Oho?" He grins, gripping his bowl tighter.

"Satoru, sit down and eat your food," Suguru says.

"What are you, my dad?"

"I can be. Sit."

Satoru's eyebrows rise. He blinks. He tries to formulate a comeback, but he's got nothing. What the fuck, Suguru? He stuffs his mouth and glares at Suguru as he eats.

"Do you two need privacy?" Kagome asks.

"For what?"

"I don't know, to talk it out?"

"We're fine. Satoru is just a brat," Suguru says, taking their bowls and silverware. "He must be on his best behavior when he's with you."

"Don't like how ya phrased that. You trying to start something?"

"It was a compliment."

Kagome stands and grabs her bag. "I'm taking a bath."

"Without me?" Satoru and Suguru ask. Satoru sticks his tongue out.

"Well, I don't want company if you guys are gonna bicker the whole time."

"We, won't. Satoru will be quiet."

"I can keep Suguru's mouth busy."

"The hell does that mean?" Suguru rounds on him.

"You know what it means. Besides, Kagome wants to see it."

"I never said that," Kagome says with a sigh. She taps a finger to her lips. "But I wouldn't mind seeing it either."

"Shut up, Satoru," Suguru grumbles, trailing behind Kagome.

Satoru blows out a breath. He was just saying shit... but now he can't get the image out of his mind. "Can you put another barrier?"

"Of course," Kagome quips, shimmying out of her clothes. The oxygen rushes out of his body and he's dizzy with need. He knows this is supposed to be a rescue mission in a sense and Kagome barely wants to stop for lunch during the day, but he can't help but long for when the night falls and Kagome allows herself to relax.

She glances over at them and quirks a brow.

Oh right, she wanted a show. Satoru grins as he tosses his shirt off and kicks off the rest of his clothes. He crooks a finger at Suguru as he walks into the hot spring. That boulder should work.

"I didn't agree to this," Suguru mutters, setting the bowls down by the edge. Suguru complains, but he slides out of his monk clothes anyway, and follows Satoru into the spring.

"Suguru!" Satoru gasps, covering his chest with one arm, while spreading his legs. "Don't look at me so indecently." He bats his eyelashes.

"Satoru, shut the fuck up before I drown you." Suguru shakes his head and places his hands on Satoru's thighs. "Not one more peep." Suguru opens his mouth and swallows as much of him as he can, but Satoru isn't an easy man to fit.

"Too much of a mouthful for ya?" He grins down at Suguru, who lifts a hand and flips him off. Satoru barks out a laugh.

"Do you two ever stop bickering?"

Suguru peers up at him through his dark eyelashes. Satoru swallows. Something about seeing Suguru with his cock in his mouth is giving him whiplash. His head is light. His limbs feel boneless. He glances over at Kagome and bites his lip, silently begging her to come over. But she shakes her head and laughs.

What a tease.

"Ugh, Suguru, you can't suck a dick for shit," Satoru complains, threading his fingers through Suguru's hair. The boulder is cool, but the steam from the hot spring keeps him warm.

"I can stop."

"Please do," he quips. "Kagome-chan, I'm begging ya." Kami, he needs to feel Kagome. Going out of his mind here and she doesn't care.

"I'm not done watching," is all she says, but her ass is in the air as she digs through that awful yellow bag of hers and his mouth salivates.

He just needs her on his tongue.

"Ugh, fine. Suguru, you gotta relax that jaw."

Suguru glares up at him with his hand wrapped around his cock. "Keep it up and might just bite."

"You wouldn't... shit," he breathes.

"Don't bust in my face."

"Please, as if I would bless you with my come. The only one I'm coming in is Kagome."

"Not if you come early."

"Okay, no one is coming in me until I find my birth control. I swear I had it last night." Kagome sighs and crosses her arms, but all it does is push her tits together and Satoru is hanging by a thread.

"Sug—ah!"

Fucking bastard.

"Was it the monkey?" he asks, hissing softly as Suguru sucks harder.

"I don't know. Did he get in the bag?"

Suguru pulls back. "I'm sorry. I thought he grabbed some candy."

Satoru presses his lips into a flat line. The fuck he did. Suguru is lying through his teeth.

"That's fine... I don't want to waste time backtracking." She walks over and joins them in the hot spring. "But I'm not doing anything until we get back home then."

Satoru freezes.

Suguru's grip on him loosens.

"Satoru," Suguru says, but it comes out as a question and Satoru wants to throttle him. They are in this mess because he let the stupid monkey take Kagome's pills.

"I'll go after you finish the damn job," he growls out, gripping Suguru's hair.

"Go where?" Kagome ducks her head under the water and the sight alone does him in.

"I told you not to—"

"Shush," Satoru says, holding Suguru's head. "I'm gonna go get your pills back from the monkey. I know what Hojo's energy feels like. I'll be back."

He lets Suguru's head go and slides off the boulder.

Ugh, he just wanted to relax with Kagome and now he has to clean up Suguru's messes.

What a pain.

***

A/N: I saw that some of you are also feeling a bit under the weather, so I'm praying for a speedy recovery! Get some rest this weekend and drink plenty of water. Maybe binge some anime while you lie in bed. Whatever you do, just make sure to take care of yourselves!

Sukuna and Uraume are not 'alive' during this time, but Tengen and Kenjaku are. Not gonna give it all away, but Kenjaku is a problem.

"What schemes can Suguru cook up?" - He's not really scheming right now so much as he is enjoying having Kagome and his best friend back...And I guess he didn't really stop the monkey from taking the birth control.

"Would they pass the orange peel test?" - Yes, both of them. Suguru took it up the ass to be with Kagome, he'll peel an orange. Satoru dropped everything for an unknown amount of time to be with her.

"Satoru and Kagome are endgame?" - Yeah...I said that back in like chapter one or two, but uh Suguru's defense team works harder. It's looking like a happy ending for Suguru too. It won't be an easy journey, but we'll get there.

I didn't know Suguru's favorite food was soba. They'll have to all have dinner together when they get back to their time.

"Will we see the Gojo clan?" - I haven't decided yet if we will. But we'll see Kenjaku.

Next update will probably be A Thousand Days even though I just updated it, but I couldn't stop writing the club scene lol.

Here's a sneak peek:

Satoru leans back. "Have you…" he pauses. "Have you ever had an orgasm?"

Kagome blinks.

Satoru stares.

He wets his lips. "Do you want one?"

Kagome wrinkles her nose. "Sleeping with coworkers leads to trouble."

"I'm the least problematic coworker you have."

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