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ferris-the-wheel · 8 months

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m!MC x TWST characters

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You were wondering what to get your boyfriend as a gift. Obviously, you also wanted it to be a well-thought-out gift as well. You aren't good at this sort of thing. Hm......

"Maybe that will work?" You just had to make sure you caught him in his room so no one butt in.

"Hey, Idia?" You opened his door, hiding his gift behind it. He turned and had a look of confusion on his face. "What are you hiding?" He asked with a suspicious tone.

"Um... I wanted to get you a gift but I couldn't think of anything to get you... except for this." You said, holding out a fluffy grey cat. It had a blue and black ribbon tied around its neck. Idia's eyes lit up, and he shot up from his gaming chair. He immediately grabbed the cat from you and started petting it.

"Aw, such a pwetty kitty, so cute!" He crooned, rubbing behind its ears and under its chin. It started purring. Idia flopped down onto his bed, cradling the cat while petting its belly.

"He's so cute! Oh, what should I name you? Hmmm...." Idia was fanboying over the cat, who was eating up the attention. "What about Gizmo?" You suggested. Idia nodded. "Gizmo it is! Oh, such a cute widdle kitty, you! Oh, who's a pwetty kitty?" Yep, he was totally obsessed.

"Oh, that reminds me, Gizmo's gonna need a litter box and stuff." You said. "I got cat food for him, and bowls. I figured that—"

"Don't worry, I'm gonna make a state-of-the-art litter box for Giz. And some toys. Ooo, maybe a cat run? Oh, yeah, I can install it on the wall!" Idia was off in his own little world now. Knowing how he was with cats, you knew that he would probably be totally tunnel-visioned for the rest of the day.

You left the room, feeling very happy with yourself. You'd never seen him so happy since you two started dating. As you walked down the hallway, you laughed to yourself, picturing Idia gaming with Gizmo on his lap.

"Y/N...? What are you doing?" Trey stood behind you. Shit. You spun around to face him, painfully aware that his gift was being noisy in the room behind you. "Uh....."

"Y/N? What's in my room?" He asked. Your mind blanked, unable to think of an excuse. "Um... an animal." You said.

"An animal?! What animal?!" Trey asked, trying to get into his room. You blocked him. "Can you wait for five minutes?" You pleaded. Trey gave you a dubious look, but stopped trying to get past you. "Five minutes." He sighed.

. . .

"You got me... guinea pigs?" Trey said, looking at the small rodents in a cage by his bed. There were four of them in the cage. You picked up the red one. "This one's the fiestiest." You said. Trey sighed, then he smiled. "I guess I should come up with names for them." He said.

"Okay, how about this one?" You handed him the guinea pig. He held it carefully. "I'm thinking... Paprika." He said with a sheepish grin. You nodded. "And this one?" You handed him a white and beige one. "Nutmeg." He responded.

"Her?" You held up a grey one. He thought for a moment. He shrugged with a laugh. "Pepper, I guess?" You laughed as well. You held up the last one, brown and white. "Maybe... Basil?"

"Basil, then." He said. He now had all four guinea pigs swarming on his lap, squeaking and trying to climb up his arms. "I still need to buy food for them, and a water bowl or something." He said, putting Nutmeg on one shoulder and Pepper on the other. Basil settled down on his left knee, while Paprika claimed his right.

"Don't worry about all that. The food and stuff is under your bed. I came prepared." You said. Trey looked at you, surprised then said, "And this is why I love you."

"Who's that?" Epel asked as you walked into his room. "Is it yours?" He asked. You set down the cream colored puppy on the ground. "No, it's yours." You said. He looked confused.

"I don't own a dog." He said. The small puppy bounced over to him, a purple collar with a neat red bow around its neck. "Now you do." You said, suppressing a laugh at Epel's shocked face.

"But Vil would never let me have a dog in the dorm!" He said, now looking sad. "Don't worry about that, Vil approved. He gave me the bow." You replied. "I managed to convince him that you'd listen to him more if he let you keep the dog. So you better not make me look bad." You warned him.

Epel looked at you in shock, then hurried over to you and hugged you tightly. You hugged him back for a second. "Um, Epel, I like living, but I won't be much longer if you keep hugging me so tightly." You wheezed. He was surprisingly strong.

"Eh!— Sorry!" He exclaimed, releasing you and scooping up the puppy that was prancing around his feet. "Ah reckon Ah should give ya a name." He said to the dog, not noticing his accent. "How 'bout Dixie? Maybe a bit basic, but Ah like the name. So how 'bout it, Dixie?"

Dixie yapped and started licking Epel's face and he fell backward in surprise. Dixie's tail wagged a mile a minute as Epel laughed. You saw Rook poke his head in the door, probably to see what the noise was. When he saw Epel, he smiled and disappeared.

Finally, Epel said up, Dixie romping around in circles around him. You handed Epel a leash and nodded to Dixie. "Think she wants to go on a walk?"

You held the open box firmly as you knocked on Riddle's door. You'd made sure that the bottom of the box had something soft on it.

"Come in!" You heard his voice call, so you opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind you. Riddle was at his desk and he looked up as you walked in. His eyes immediately went to the box. "What's that?" He asked.

"A surprise." You said, placing the box down on his desk. He looked suspiciously between you and the box, then peered over the top. He let out a yelp of surprise. "What did you do?!" He asked, holding up the hedgehog skillfully. "What did you do to the color?"

You probably should've expected this to happen. "Hold on, Riddle, don't freak out, let me explain!" You said loudly, holding up your hands. He quieted, setting the hedgehog back into the box. He crossed his arms. "It's not one of the Heartslaybul hedgehogs, I swear. I got it from a pet store. I figured that you could use some company when you're studying, so I wanted to get you a pet. Since I've heard you're good with the other hedgehogs, I figured that'd be a good choice." You hurriedly explained.

Riddle's expression changed from anger to shock in seconds. He hesitantly picked up the hedgehog again, this time looking at it with what you assumed hoped was adoration. The hedgehog snuffled around in his palm, looking for food. Riddle held it at face level. "I think I'm going to call you Button." He said to the animal.

"Button?" You inquired. He pointed to its nose. "Its nose looks like a button." Riddle stated. You couldn't help it and laughed. Riddle looked offended. "What? Do you not like the name I picked?" You backtracked quickly. "No, no, the name is fine. It's just— like you." You said. It seemed just like a name Riddle would pick out.

"Um... thank you. And I apologize for jumping to conclusions earlier." He added, an awkward look passing over his face. You smiled, waving it off. "Don't worry about it."

"You are not giving Kalim a pet! He can barely look after himself as it is! It'll end up being me dealing with it while he plays with it. As if I need another thing added to my workload!" Jamil said sternly. You'd come across him while heading to Kalim's room.

"Oh, come on. If you just say that he'll have to get rid of it if he doesn't take care of it, he'll be just fine." You reasoned. Jamil scowled. "We both know that's not true." You frowned in return.

"Okay, well, if I tell him, he's bound to listen. After all, he'd never intentionally upset anyone, least of all me." You were grasping at straws here, trying to find something to convince Jamil not to turn your gift away. Jamil gave an exasperated sigh, turning his head.

"Actually, you're probably right about that... Fine, I'll let you give him that, but while you're telling him to take care of it, make sure to let him know that he's only allowed to throw parties once a month." Jamil said. "If he fights it, tell him it'll make his new furry friend anxious." He added with a crafty smile.

"You're certainly clever. Trying to lessen your workload, I see." You laughed, continuing on your way to Kailm's room. You knocked on the door. "Yeah, what is it?" A cheery voice called from the other side. You entered his room and set down the very heavy creature, unable to hold its weight anymore. Kalim looked over, then gave a gasp of surprise. He shot off his bed.

"Oh, such a giant bunny!" He squealed, sitting down. It sniffed his hair, probably deciding whether or not to start eating it. You dropped down on the floor beside Kalim. "Is this yours? Why didn't you tell me you had such a giant bunny?" Kalim asked. "It's actually a gift from me to you. But Jamil made sure to tell me that if you don't properly take care of it, you'll have to get rid of it." You said.

"Of course I'd take care of him— her—?" He now was confused. "It's a boy." You said. Kalim nodded. "Of course I'll take care of him!" You grinned, then remembered the condition Jamil had set. "Oh yeah, Jamil also said that you're going to have to cut down on parties to once a month." You said. Kalim looked up in surprise. "Cut down on parties? Why?"

"Because it'd stress out the bunny if there are constantly parties being thrown." You said, using Jamil's excuse. You marveled at Jamil's ability to spin such convincing lies. Kalim seemed sad, but looked down at his new pet (who was eating the carpet now) and smiled. "That's okay! I don't want to make Jouri uncomfortable." He conceded.

"You've already decided on a name?" You asked. Kalim smiled, coaxing the large bunny onto his lap and petting it. "Yep! After a rose that's found in the desert, the damask rose." You nodded. Kalim seemed to think about something for a moment. Then he leaned over and gave you a kiss on the cheek, wrapping you as best he could into a hug without disturbing Jouri.

"Thank you so much!" He said, tears forming in his eyes. "This is the best day ever! Except maybe when we started dating." He said, pausing. "I think both days are equal." You chuckled, moving closer so that he could sit comfortably with Jouri in his lap but still hug you. "Yeah, me too."

Boo!! 🧡 Here is a random idea that came to mind. Sorry that Kalim's part is a bit longer than the others. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! I tried to make the animals/names match the characters and what they would probably name a pet if they had one (hence Trey's). I actually started this a few days ago, but my motivation took a vacation, so... Well, bye now~~!!

Also, I did not proofread this, I'm tired, so please ignore any mistakes.

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rozcdust · 2 years

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I don’t speak to whores

Pairing: Bonten x AroAce!GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, whore behaviour, NO ROMANCE, just reader bullying Bonten

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Was feeding him a PB&J sandwich necessary?

Probably not.

It was fun though.

Just as you were picking up your papers to go to the meeting you had scheduled. Mikey stormed into your office as if God himself was whipping him, slamming his hands on the table with all of his tiny, yet powerful fury.

Now thinking about it, he definitely seemed like the type to be into that shit.

You merely stared at his piercing, void-like eyes, trying to figure out where, when, and most importantly, if you fucked up.

Maybe he figured out you were the one to feed that PB&J sandwich to a severely allergic Ran.

“Is it true you made Ran throw his own flowers in the dumpster?!” Through his breathless, heavy gasps, the sentence came out more as a single word.

You cocked your head.

“Yes? Is that a problem?”

The loud slam of one of his credit card on your desk made you jump.

Who knew something so tiny could move so fast?

Especially something that looked as if it were poorly taxidermied.

“This is your bonus, you are golden, I love you.”

You blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“The card has 10 million yen on it. Do you want more? I can get you more. Actually, now that you mentioned it, you should get more. Let me just-“

Without even giving you a chance to speak, or finishing his own sentence, the small menace rushed put of your office, his mumbles of ‘Needing to go to an ATM’ still audible from down the corridor.

You blinked at the card.

You could swear it blinked back.

“Well, aren’t you truly beautiful.” A voice you can best describe as nails on a particularly moldy chalkboard pierced your ears, unfortunately drawing your attention to a particularly gruesome creature.

He looked like a fucking jellyfish hybrid born out of human hubris and misery, the awful mop of what he probably called ‘hair’ sitting on his head unpleasantly.

Do people consider this attractive?

“Hello.” Stoically, you greeted, disinterested and already tired of everything regarding this damn job.

Mikey made all these men seem like the Boogie Man, a terrifying yet constant presence, inevitable and permanent in their goal to make everyone around them fail.

Mikey was truly giving them more credit than they’re due, because all these bitches were is exhausting.

The fore-mentioned creature flashed a smile, softly taking your hand into his palm and kissing the top of it, his well-manicured nails digging into the sides of your palm.

Is this considered cute?

You’ve seen cockroaches cuter than this.

Suppressing a gag all while smiling a tight, uncomfortable smile, you wrestled your hand out of his ungodly grasp and plopped on one of the free chairs, next to a slim, decently aesthetically pleasing pink-haired man with scars, hoping he will leave you be.

Wrong.

Again.

You should start a Bingo card.

“Hello!” Energetically, he spun towards your direction, the chair producing an ear-piercing squeak as he got way too close to your face, “I’m Sanzu!”

Oh.

The spawn of Satan.

Great.

“Hello to you too.”

“Baby, you’re hot, I just may fall in love.” Beaming a smile your way, he tilted his head, his hand sneaking to rest around your shoulders, making your skin crawl the same way worms will through his rotting flesh if he puts his filthy hands anywhere close to your goddamn body again.

Thank God for rule number three.

Physical violence is encouraged.

And that is just what you did.

As minutes ticked by, incredibly slow if you may add, more people trickled in, all faces unfamiliar but two, one belonging to the slutty little bitch man from a few days ago, and the other to Kakucho, who you have decided to label ‘depression incarnate’, purely off the permanently sour expression on his otherwise pleasant face.

And finally, Mikey.

Just as he opened his mouth to shush his little rodents, you made a mental note to tell him his hair is an abomination.

The meeting was a fucking disaster.

If you had paper-thin patience before, the blond catboy has successfully managed to shave it down to an electron-thin slice of pure rage.

You had one job, one *fucking* job, present your shit, tell them they’re idiots - a Mikey approved method - and be the fuck out of there.

But no.

The capitalistic catboy had to interrupt you constantly, an irritating crescendo of “Sorry, may I just add really quickly-“, “Sorry sweetheart, let me-“, “Sorry, but this chart-“ almost making your ears bleed.

You could feel your blood pressure rising by the milisecond.

Hands crossed, foot tapping with impatience, you tried to finish your report in a polite manner.

“So to conclude your schedules-“

Of course the human embodiment of a Persian cat couldn’t even let you do that.

“Sorry to interrupt, but may I-“

That was it, your patience left you, dead and departed to chase wild buffalo in prairies of some better worlds.

Your face twisted into a sardonic, wrathful smile.

“I am almost done, let me just get this done, and then I’ll leave the podium all up to you.”

He tilted his head, his dead, irisless eyes staring deep into your soul.

Mikey said this was the romantic one?

Mikey clearly has no fucking idea what the hell is he talking about.

To be fair, neither did you, but you knew the definition of the word, and it did not include whatever the fuck this dude was snorting.

“Kokonoi-san, I am almost done.”

“But-“

The electron got split into a fucking particle, and with a perfectly sweet, professional voice, you picked your words carefully.

“Kokonoi-san” You placed your hands on the table, leaning towards him, with a sickly sweet smile, “This is your last warning. When you’ll have to deal with 8 idiots, then you may speak.”

The fucker leaned right back, an even sweeter smile on his stupid, horrifying face.

“You think I am scared of you?”

“Actually, yes, as all of you combined have the time management of a dead gerbil, without someone managing your time as if I were your goddamn mommy, you’d all be swamped and get nothing done in this godforsaken gang. I recommend you shut you mouth, let me talk, and listen. I can see your fucking browser history, you know?”

The flash of horror on his face gave you an incredible amount of satisfaction.

Straightening your back out, your cold gaze passed all of them.

“Any more complaints?”

Silence.

“I asked a question.”

You were met with a unison of muttered no’s.

“Excellent, so to circle back to Rindou’s schedule-“

Two days passed in relative silence.

Only two fucking days.

But you can’t have shit in this goddamn workplace, now can you?

You’ve seen feral hogs better behaved than these motherfuckers.

“Hey, y/n, I brought you these reports.” Blondie barged into your office, without even knocking, naturally, and with a cocky sway in his walk, he laid the papers on your desk, straightening them out meticulously.

You don’t know what it was about him, but you had a bone-deep desire to break his fucking jawbone.

You refused even look up at him, merely nodding instead, as it was your break and you were too busy complaining to your best friend about how annoying your coworkers were to pay the resident catboy cosplayer any mind.

What a fucking joke.

Kokonoi, for whatever godforsaken reason, stood by the damn desk, not moving a muscle, barely even breathing, still waiting on you to pay him a crumb of attention.

Not happening until that damn clock hits noon.

Minutes ticked by.

Your best friend sent their condolences just as the clock at the top of your screen spelled out the end of your break, and with a heavy sigh, and finally giving up, you laid your phone on the desk, glancing in the general direction of Mr. Krabs.

And there was a Burkin bag right on your desk, for whatever reason.

You stared at the bag.

It stared back.

You finally looked up at the man.

“We kinda got off on the wrong foot,” He sheepishly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I want to give you this. As a peace offering. It’d fit your aesthetic well.” Shrugging, his previous humility was replaced by a smug smile.

Your face didn’t move a muscle.

On one hand, Mikey said to never accept gifts.

On the other…

This was fucking expensive.

And would sell great on e-Bay.

“That is very kind of you. Apology accepted.” Leaning your elbows on the desk as your fingers interlaced, you offered a polite smile, nodding your head.

His smugness only grew.

“I’m glad. I hope we can work together for a long* time.”

“I hope the same, Koko.”

“So would you like to go out to dinner sometime? As coworkers, of course, I’d like to meet you a little better.“

Raising an eyebrow, you looked him up and down, repeating it numerous times over.

“Well I don’t really think that’d be quite professional…”

“Oh come on, my treat, I’m sure we’ll get along great.” He laughed, playfully sticking his tongue out.

Leaning back into the comfort of your chair, you started filing your nails.

“I’m allergic to food.”

“What?” Kokonoi blinked, all of his previous mischief stopping to a halt.

You nodded, looking away, a look of deep sorrow marring your face.

“Yes, it is in fact a very serious condition.”

“Wait, so, how do you stay alive? Like, how aren’t you dead?”

“Photosynthesis.”

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cl00udyyanan · 1 year

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i need some royal!scara x servant!reader brainrot and pls give me a happy ending my poor soul can't take it anymore!! ily!

thank you sm for requesting! i hope this turned out somewhat to your liking and if you were thinking smth a bit dif you can always req again :)!

whose the cruelest of them all-?

synopsis: scara is a mean ruler but for some reason he just so sweet to you

warnings: abuse of power bc scara is mean, if you squint it probs is a bit suggestive but not by much, a bit angsty bc reader is a peasant but i think the ending is kinda cute

characters: royal!scaramouche x reader

notes: this was sorta hard to write i had no idea what direction i wanted to go with this, im working on being more descriptive with my writing so if you have any tips or constructive criticism that would be so appreciated hope you enjoy!

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rumors of your prince spread rapidly through the kingdoms of teyvat. they all spoke of a tyrant with too much power disregarding his helpless people, starving and desperate for their ruler to save them. they say he belittles and berates his servants to the point of tears at the slightest mistake. some even believe that prince scaramouche was not human, just the shell of a man with no heart at all.

you scowled at those rumors, they were nothing but wrong, the prince was kindest as ever to you. not once has he ever belittled you, he was generous enough to offer his palace as a home to you and the other servants, how dare they speak of him that way.

"oh is that my precious servant? come, sit." he beckoned, hand curling towards you and his lap. he had a glint of mischief in his dull eyes. often when it was dinner for the prince and he would ask for you to accompany him as he feasted claiming, 'no meal was enjoyable without his favorite little servant with him'. your cheeks flushed, eyes glued to the ground as you followed your princes orders to him. your hands clenched together as you knew the other servants were glarihn at you, the prince's little play thing. the stares they gave you as you placed yourself between his thighs were unbareable, you could hear what they were saying in their minds. as soon as you got comfortable, scaramocuhe disregarded his food, all his attention on you. your cheeks were practically on fire as he nuzzled into your neck, rough, frigid hands traveling to meet yours.

"people are staring, your highness…" you muttured. he knew how this seemed, how inappropriate it was but still scara shrugged as he placed small kisses onto the nape of your neck. the lavender eyed prince looked up breifly to see a handful of servants trying to hide their gazes. "let them stare," he chuckled "let these nosy rodents watch how i cherish you, my favorite little servant." with his finger, he turned your chin back to him, where his eyes met yours. the prince seldom smiled, but you could sense a sly grin on his lips, he leaned into your ear whispering, "i'd stare too if i was an adorable servant purchased on my rulers lap, huh?" after teasing you, he plucked a strawberry off of his plate, and held in the air infront of you. "open" he comanded. you parted your lips and took a bite of the juicy fruit. sometimes, you could forget the eyes that stared daggers, and the nasty words they spoke of when scaramouche treated you so sweetly. it made you warm inside, like you were on top of the world.

you knew scaramouche saw you as entertainment; it was too good to be true for him to really truly love you. you were just a servant dressed in rags, but you didnt care though. there are times where he had you wrapped in his arms, playing with your hair gently as he cooed at you, the rare times he gifted you expensive jewlery others would faint over, even gifting you a crown of your own. maybe he really did care for you in his own way you hoped. you were insignificant next scaramouche, but sometimes he made you feel like royalty.

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entomolog-t · 9 months

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Bite Me - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here!! Slight deviations from the OG lil comic, but that just means I will have to redraw it. Aedes is having a pretty rough night.

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 1

Next Chapter: Chapter 3

Word count: 1686

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language

June Murphy sits bolt upright, awaking to a sharp pain on her neck. A small but significant weight falls onto her lap as her mind blinks away the remnants of a dream. Confused, she looks down, squinting in the dark of her room. There was something on her lap-

It moved.

The sudden movement catches June off guard- a startled yelp escaping her lips. Something was in her bed. Something alive. Was there a mouse in her bed?? A rat?? The… thing takes off, scrambling in a way that causes her unease to rise. It didn't move right- It's limbs too long for a rodent, it's body far too thin. What could it- before she could finish her thought, it stood.

She didn’t scream - she couldn’t. Fear seemed to constrict her voice into some strained combination between a gasp and a yell.

What the fuck was in her bed!?

This felt like it should be a dream... but everything, despite the absurdity, felt very, very real. Yet, as if under the influence of some bizarre feral instinct, she feels like a bystander as she watches her hand shoot out, catching the figure in a tight fist. As soon as her fingers clasp around it she feels it squirm and thrash within her grasp, weird not-rodent legs kicking wildly. She shudders. It… it was snarling… was it feral? She feels as it claws into the flesh of her palm and a sense of dread wells up along with the pain; What if this thing was rabid?

In the dark of her room, June struggled to make out details, but whatever it was it did not like being caught. Steeling her nerves, she hesitantly brings it closer to her face. Her movement seems to only result in more frenzied struggles from the…the… What the Hell was that??

She blinks.

The scene before her is beyond surreal. A man- a very tiny man- thrashed about wildly in her grasp. As her eyes adjust to the dark, they meet with its- his own; wide with horror.

Her gaze falls to his lips- smeared red with blood. It gives a terrified little cry, sounding all too human in its fear.

All at once, June was wide awake.

It… it really was a man. A very tiny and very terrified man in her hand… A million questions seem to sound off at once in her mind. Was it really a man?? Maybe he was some sort of …creature?? Could he speak? Why was he in her house? Her last question fills her with a growing sense of horror at the snarling being in her hand…Why… Why was he in her bed?

The creature snarls, and before June has time to react- the creature bites, her hand releasing reflexively. She watches in horrified fascination as the thing jumps, diving off the side of her bed, its desperation all too clear in the way it scrambles to its feet.

The tiny frame of the… the what? The creature? The word felt wrong in her mind. That was no creature. That… that was a man. She watched as the tiny frame of the something darted around the corner of her desk. June felt like her brain was on autopilot. In a flash she was out of bed and dropping to her hands and knees, sliding herself in place between the door and the…. The… being.

“No, no, no, no-” A flurry of desperate words came from the creature. June drew in a sharp breath at the sound… It could speak. For a second, the thought sent a shiver down her spine. What the Hell had she found? As her eyes strained to adjust in the dark, she began to make out more details in its form. It moved erratically; head on a swivel- until its gaze settled on her… She felt uneasy. It looked intelligent… It looked like a man.

He was long limbed and lean, with a mess of black hair cut short at the sides. Her eyes were drawn to his ears, long and pointed and certainly not human. Was he an… elf ? A fairy? Despite him being directly in front of her, her mind dismissed the thought. That was ridiculous… Though, this whole situation was ridiculous, wasn’t it?

His chest heaved he backed himself into the corner of where her desk met the wall. It… he stared up at her, his large ears pinned back. She thought she might have glimpsed tears glittering in those tiny eyes… but more unnervingly, she could very easily see the blood on his lips. As he catches her eyes on his face, he frantically wipes the blood away- his movements unnaturally quick.

"Please." His voice, far deeper than she would have expected, cracked as he spoke. The sound made June wince, "Don't…" He stared up at her, eyes wide as he choked out his words "-hurt me."

His words caught her off guard- why would she… she wouldn’t- oh. June sees the way the little man holds his side. Had she hurt him when she grabbed him? She hadn’t meant to but… she certainly hadn’t been gentle in her panic either.

"Oh… no-I …I would never…." June struggled to find the words. She was still battling with the absurdity of the situation and his near palpable fear seemed to catch her off guard. For a moment, a fraction of the tension leaves the little man's frame. Almost as if acting on its own, June’s hand slowly reaches forward, wanting to comfort the pitiful sight.

The movement, however subtle, did not go over well. The man fell back, his back pressed firmly in the corner of her desk and the wall. Had there been even the slightest gap between the two June had no doubt he would have shoved himself between the two to avoid her touch. His face twists to a look of complete terror- eyes desperate and pleading.

“No! No, please!” She froze. Never in her life had she heard a voice so filled with fear, “Stay away from me!” June immediately withdrew her hand. His chest rose and fell with such speed it made her sick to her stomach. She felt her throat tighten… the thought of causing someone so much distress was overwhelming to the point of suffocating. She racked her brain for something-anything to say, but his shakey words interrupted her frenzied thoughts.

"Are you trying to catch or-" his voice faltered, "-kill me?"

Oh.

She grimaced. June didn't like that question… mainly because she was all too aware of her answer.

"If I'm being honest," she began, the words feeling like sandpaper on her tongue, "I do want to …um, catch you." She cringed. The word itself seemed to catch on her tongue..it felt dirty. You didn't catch a … a person. Was that what he was? But people… well people certainly weren't this small- And he was in her house! At the very least she deserved some answers... But even as those thoughts rose in her mind she knew all too well that they were just justification for a much greater force at play; curiosity. For a brief moment, the little man's breathing stops, his jaw agape, frozen from her admission. June watches as he looks quickly to her side, clearly looking to make a dash, then thinking better of it. As his eyes square back to her there seems to be a shift in his demeanor. She fumbles with her words, trying to elaborate in a way that doesn’t sound so blatantly awful, “I mean- It.. its not-”

“-And what if I don’t want to be caught?” There's venom in his words. His voice is angry… accusatory, but most potent of all, his voice is racked with fear. The raw emotion distills an unease June, as if the potency is just too much to take in. There was no lying to herself, no pretending she was unaware. Even in the dark corner of her room his fear was clear as day, and she knew without a doubt she was the source. Yet, his fear of her wasn't quite the source of her unease. No… it was that she knew she had all the power to stop it. She could just let him leave, whatever he was… but she wanted- no, she needed answers. She refused to outright think it, but the concept was still there in her mind, abstract and untouched; Until she got answers, his feelings came second to her own.

“If you didn’t want to be caught by me, then just what were you doing in my house?”

All at once he goes rigid. Petrified.

Shit.

June swallows her frustration, immediately back peddling.

“Look, you’re not- I don’t have to ca-” June sighs, rubbing her temples. There really was no good way to word this. "You don't have to be… caught…” The word still sticks in her throat, “I.. I just need some answers.”

She swallowed. Both literally as well as the guilt that gnawed at the edges of her mind. He looked horrified.

“I.. I really don't want to scare you... I just… don't want you to leave…Not before I get some answers.” June grits her teeth. Each of her responses left a foul taste in her mouth. She knows what her words truly mean; you’re my hostage until I get what I want. She pushes that thought deep down, wanting to forget her disgust.

“I don't have to be caught as long as I don't leave??” His fear seemed to evaporate for a split second as fury bled into its place, “Being caught and not leaving are the same damn if the premise is I don't want to be here!!” Just as fast as the rage had filled him it left… deflating him. His expression turned desperate, "And what happens if I try to leave, huh?" June sees tears welling up in his eyes. "Would you just catch me then?"

“I-” June’s voice falters. She knows her answer instantly, worse yet, she knows the shame on her face makes it clear.

" … I'm sorry."

#The snack that smiles back : June #Although more like the snack that talks back cause this girl wants answers #Ye old G/t debate: are you a trespasser or are you being held hostage?#g/t #giant/tiny #Entowrites #Bite me #JuneOC #AedesOC #G/t writing #G/t story #Tiny man #Tiny vampire #giantess

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pccyouthleader · 8 months

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Hedgehog Hodgepodge: A Story of Espionage, Confusion, and an Evil Plan Gone Haywire

Chapter 18: Stealthy, Wealthy, and Wise

“Here, put these on,” Shadow said, handing Aurora a pair of safety glasses and headphones. “These are for eye and ear protection while we’re here at the range.”

After falling asleep in the crow’s nest at the pier, they were awakened by the sound of someone blasting a marine signal horn. Looking over the edge of the railing, they had seen a snarky-looking capybara sneering at them from the helm. Shadow’s hands had tightened into fists as he imagined himself pummeling the rodent to bits, but one look at Aurora reminded him of his charge.

The capybara would live to creep another day.

Now they were at Scope’s Gun Range and Shadow was placing his own pair of sporty-looking glasses on his face. The bright yellow of the lenses made his eyes appear blaze orange. He was wearing ear plugs to dampen the noise.

After checking in with the Range Safety Officer (RSO) and listening to a lengthy list of “dos and don’ts,” he assigned them a bench inside the range. Shadow placed a soft case on top of it with a *clunk*, then proceeded to repeat the rules of the range. When he launched into explaining the rules a third time by reading from a pamphlet, Aurora had to stop him.

“Shadow, can’t you just tell me as we go? I know the rules are important, but I kind of tuned you out five minutes ago.” She smiled a sheepish grin.

Shadow gave her a frustrated look, but set aside the pamphlet and began unzipping his bag. Aurora’s small handgun had been stored there for the journey, and he took it out now, along with the magazine. He checked the chamber and loaded the magazine, placing it on the bench facing the target.

Aurora watched his every move. “Do you really know all that much about shooting?” she teased, knowing the answer already.

Shadow smirked at her. “Let the Master show you how it’s done.” Picking up the gun, Shadow got off three bullseye shots and turned his head with a smug grin to Aurora. She rolled her eyes, but a playful smile shone on her face. She loved watching Shadow do something he enjoyed. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun with him.

“I’m going to empty the magazine, then reload for you to shoot.”

As he aimed the gun toward the target, Aurora lifted her hand and shot a light projectile in the same direction. Caught off guard, Shadow fired the gun and the bullet imbedded into the ceiling.

“What- Aurora! Why did you do that?!” he stammered, looking around for a threat that might have caused her to react that way. Aurora giggled as she pushed the button to move the target forward.

“Hmm, let’s see,” she began. “One, two, three bullet holes, but four shots fired. Well, Shadow, I guess you’re not the Master after all.”

He stood dumbfounded. If anyone else had done this, he would have obliterated them by now. But it was different with Aurora.

Shadow slowly unchambered the handgun, took out the magazine, and placed everything on the bench. He turned to give Aurora a very stern look.

Aurora thought maybe she had made a huge mistake with what she had done. The smile melted from her face and she was about to start apologizing when Shadow started laughing softly. “You’re lucky we’re the only two in here, or the RSO would have probably kicked you out!” Aurora looked at him wide-eyed. He laughed harder at the mental image.

“Now,” he said, serious again. “If I teach you how to use the gun, will you behave? It’s important that you learn to use it safely. No more pranks.”

Aurora nodded, and Shadow pulled her into position in front of the bench. After reloading the magazine and chamber, he checked the gun again and placed it in her hands.

“Always point the barrel towards the target, no matter what you’re doing,” he said, moving behind her and adjusting her posture. “Only when you’re ready to shoot should you put your finger on the trigger.” He made a few more adjustments and explained how to aim.

“You ready?” Shadow asked, stepping back.

Aurora nodded. “I think so.” Her heart was beating 90 to nothing.

“Then whenever you’re ready…”

Aurora took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. A loud blast erupted from the barrel of the gun, and the bullet whizzed through the target, coming within inches of Shadow’s bullseye shots. She turned her head to see an amazed looked on Shadow’s face.

“Keep going,” he encouraged her.

Aurora shot six more times, emptying the magazine, and astonishing her boyfriend. He pushed the button to bring the target forward, and gaped at the paper riddled with bullet holes all around the bullseye.

Shadow looked at Aurora. “I’ve never seen anyone shoot this well the first time they’ve held a gun!” Aurora blushed. “You have a natural talent for this,” he continued.

Over the next hour, Shadow showed her how to load the gun and magazine, and she continued to practice her aim. Aurora felt confident knowing that if she ever needed it, she could use the small handgun with ease and safety.

—

In the lobby of the gun range stood a familiar figure, out of sight and out of mind. He watched through the window in heated displeasure as the couple interacted, so natural and easy in each other’s company. The observer was incognito, having received word from an informant about Aurora’s whereabouts at the pier. From there he had tailed them to the gun range, where he remained scrutinizing their every move.

When Shadow touched Aurora, anger flared within him and he had to look away. But he had learned something from this surveillance: Aurora was naturally good with a gun. He made a mental note to be cautious in the future. The element of surprise would be ideal.

As the surreptitious spectator turned to leave the stifling gun range lobby, he headed toward the door and nearly burst through. The cold air filled his lungs and he could breathe again. Reaching in his coat pocket, he pulled out a small device and tapped it. At once, his communicator honed in on the small gadget and began to track it. After carefully surveying the area, the individual slid the device smoothly under the frame of Shadow’s motorcycle and walked away. He approached a different vehicle from the one he had driven before. Instead of his sleek black sports car, he climbed into a small SUV. It was only the mountains from here, and he needed better traction. A rather toothy grin replaced his angered countenance as he envisioned what was to come.

—

After grabbing a bite to eat at a nearby deli, Shadow and Aurora set out once again for a destination unknown to her. There was a chill in the air as he turned the motorcycle northward. Up they climbed, higher and higher into the mountains.

At last, Shadow and Aurora arrived at a small cabin tucked into a type of alcove in the mountainside that shrouded it from sight. Aurora shivered violently as they dismounted from the motorcycle and made their way toward the door. Her thin jacket wasn’t nearly enough for this cold weather.

“Wha… what is this place?” she asked through chattering teeth.

“It’s an old G.U.N. hideaway,” said Shadow as he pulled an ancient-looking key from his coat pocket. “You should be safe here.”

The two of them walked into a sparsely furnished room with a fireplace, two chairs, and a coffee table to the right. To the left was a small kitchenette, as well as a hallway that led to what Aurora assumed were the bedrooms.

Shadow quickly closed the door, placed their bags on the coffee table, and moved to start a fire in the fireplace. Aurora picked up a dusty blanket and wrapped it around herself. Soon there was a welcoming fire blazing in the hearth, and she moved to sit down in front of it. As the heat melted away the chill in her bones, she began to relax.

Shadow sat back and studied her, noting the sad look on her face.

“Light,” he said softly, “are you alright?”

She managed a weak smile, as a tear slipped down her cheek.

“I am. I just miss my mom and dad, and I wish I knew exactly what was going on,” she replied.

Shadow leaned forward and gently brushed her tear away with his thumb, letting his hand linger on her face.

“I’m sure things are fine back at home. Right now your mother is probably tearfully watching some sappy romantic comedy, and your father is sitting next to her, bored out of his mind.”

Aurora laughed, picturing the two in her head.

“And you’re here with me,” he continued in a deeper, quieter tone. His eyes were fixed on hers, and his hand felt like a flame to her face.

Aurora sniffed. “That’s another thing. I feel so bad that you’re going to all this trouble and expense for me. I know you’ve got more important things to-“

Shadow moved his hand to place his finger over her lips. His expression became more serious. “Don’t ever think that you’re not worth all of this and more. I’ve got money to burn from 25 years of missions and nothing to spend it on. But money means nothing to me. This mission is everything. I’ve taken it on as my personal responsibility to ensure your safety. Aurora…,” he paused, “…you are my mission.”

Fresh tears poured down her cheeks as he pulled her into his strong embrace. He held her tight as all the fear and confusion and questions of the past twenty-four hours poured out of her in distressed droplets.

When her crying subsided, he gently placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his.

“Aurora, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for days - weeks - now, and I never could find the right time.”

His deep crimson eyes held hers in an unrelenting gaze.

“Light… I love you.”

Aurora gasped in utter exhilaration. Pushing herself up, she stopped within inches of her lips touching his. “Shadow…” she breathed as their lips met. Shadow put one hand in her quills and the other on her lower back and pulled her to him tightly. As he brought her closer, he deepened the kiss, passion driving him like a bear to honey. He wanted her - needed her - this very moment. He began kissing her face, her jaw, and her neck, his breath coming in short, rough gusts.

Aurora cradled Shadow’s ear in her hand, caressing it with small kisses, then gently nibbling with her teeth. Shadow let out a low growl of satisfaction. His breathing felt like hot steam burning her skin.

Just as his mouth reached her collarbone, a loud, shrill alarm sounded, sending Aurora scrambling backward and Shadow jumping for his communicator. When he got the alarm stopped, he hung his head and swore under his breath.

“What was that?” Aurora asked, her eyes wide with shock.

“My communicator has been off, but has an emergency setting that allows urgent messages to come through.” Shadow took some deep breaths, trying to slow his racing heartbeat. “It’s probably your father making sure we aren’t touching.”

Aurora laughed nervously and Shadow pulled his communicator open to reveal a voice recording waiting. He tapped the triangle and was surprised to hear Tails’ voice fading in and out.

“Shadow! I hope you can hear me… something weird… if you’re there can you… Sonic…”

Then the voice recording ended.

“What do you think that was all about?” asked Aurora, anxiety creeping back into her chest at the sound of the cryptic message.

“I don’t know,” Shadow replied. “But Sonic knows how to access the emergency setting on my communicator, and I’m sure he or Amy would have called if something was wrong.”

Shadow sat in deep thought for several moments. Then, looking up at Aurora, he said, “I know you’re exhausted. Let me show you to your room.”

#Y’all this is such a long chapter!#Sorry it took so long!#shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #aurora the hedgehog #amy rose #shadora #sonamy #sonic fanfiction #hedgehog hodgepodge #aurora belongs to e-vay #shadowxaurora #shadowxaurora?

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novacqnes · 1 year

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stranger’s in the dark // jinx

warning: nothing like some soul crushing angst

pairing: jinx x fem reader

a/n: i apologize for how long this took me, i began it a little while ago but it’s been hard trying to find time to write— nevertheless thank you for the request :)

she wasn’t there, maybe in body but not mind—and if jinx tried hard enough she could nearly convince herself of it. she searched for indications of reality, anything that clearly solidified her presence at that moment in time. the pale, cold hands draped at the sides of her thighs, and the frenzied strands of blue that clung to her forehead were indeed hers— but they didn’t feel like it. she couldn’t truly register anything, not the tension that pervaded the atmosphere like dozens of rabid dogs, or the hushed sobs that fell from your lips mere inches away. frankly, the only thing jinx was truly certain of was that she was angry and it rarely, if ever, panned out well.

she detested it— losing control. it was palpable, relentlessly ringing in her ears and simultaneously draining out all else. heat rose in her cheeks dousing them in a fiery crimson shade. the searing warmth spread to all parts of her body, manifesting itself in words, each laced with untamed malice that spilled from her tongue. jinx could register them, one by one they slipped from her mouth— wrapped in more fervor than the next. the emotions were blinding, clashing, and contradicting with every turn. distorted images of your face, fatigued and demoralized crept into the corners of her vision, practically tormenting her.

despite it all you reached for her, desperately trying to reel your girlfriend back in. you cupped her face in your hands, rubbing your thumb along the soft skin as you suppressed your own tears. she wanted to stop, every bone in her trembling body urged her to— but the words were coming out faster than she could fathom.

“it’s all your fucking fault.” the phrase stung, burning red and hot like the corners of jinx’s eyes. eventually branding a bottomless black hole into the center of your heart. her eyelids twitched from the lack of restraint that swarmed her, and it went against every fiber of her being.

these weren’t her words.

“you don’t mean that,” you shook your head furiously, “i know you don’t— please just talk to me.” against your better judgment you succumbed to the scorching tears that burned the rims of your eyes, leaving them stained and scarlet red. you clung to her, pressing the palms of your hands to her face. the numbness set in, locking your fingers into place in spite of your adamance to keep them there.

she refused to look at you, and when she did it was paralyzing and distant. even the slightest glare sent shivers up your spine and it wasn’t something you’d experienced before. it was uncertainty. amplified by the notion that the person you loved was utterly unrecognizable.

“jinx look at me…. don’t do this,” your voice was small and meager in comparison to her presence. jinx stood bold and firm— even in her weakest moments. but you? you mirrored that of a mouse. a tiny, trembling rodent— one that cowered in the shadow of the very person that claimed to love you. your relationship hadn’t begun this way, and neither of you could have foreseen it spiraling like this.

but now that you’re here?

there was no reversing it.

jinx reached for your hands, cupping her palms over them. the contact was cold and distant but it sparked an ounce of hope inside you. her eyes flickered up, normally they were a deep, infectious cerulean blue. the very things that seemed to calm you, even in the most heated arguments. however this time it was different— they were different. her pupils were dilated, surrounded by an icy sapphire haze that penetrated you. her gaze diminished any semblance of hope or comfort from arising. rather it was replaced by anguish and a deep-rooted sense of melancholy that you feared— the two of you would never come back from this.

she closed the gap between you two, easing your fingers from her face. budding tension filled the air making it even more difficult to take a breath. rapidly your heart pounded against your chest, pumping with even more force as jinx smiled— the corners of her lips pulling into a menacing grin narrowly disguising the sorrow underneath it.

her lips brushed along the top of your ear as she leaned forward whispering, “i never wanna see you again.”

your knees buckled under the weight of your body. it became taxing to stand upright and you were sure if it wasn’t for jinx's body against yours, you would’ve collapsed. she spoke with such anger like it had been stirring inside of her forever, searing its way through and clawing at her sanity. jinx’s skin felt foreign, she almost didn’t recognize it herself. she was being carved out from the inside, into the shell of a dry husk plagued by bitterness and regret. at that moment there wasn’t enough fight left in her to stop herself from uttering the very words that would deliver the final blow to your bittersweet relationship.

“you’re dead to me.”

she unraveled her hands from yours putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. tears stained her cheeks but she had no shame in letting them fall. in a way she was grateful for them— they obscured her vision. preventing her from truly being able to see the damage she’d done. before her you morphed into a faceless figure, frozen into place. your mind was set ablaze with memories of you and jinx burning at the forefront. desperately you wanted to cling to them, scarring yourself in the process. but there was nothing to salvage.

there was nothing for you here.

you swallowed the large budding knot at the surface, gathering the shattered pieces of your dignity and lingering faith in jinx. each step felt heavier and more dreadful than the next but you refused to turn back.

“you’ll come back,” jinx whispered as you pushed past her, “you always do.”

she stood by dazed, but it was too late to take it back. there’d been many arguments, only a few of this magnitude. yet there was only one in which jinx had spat on the entirety of your existence. this wasn’t the first time you’d walked away. any other day she wouldn’t have batted an eye— but the ache that sat upon your shoulders, emitting from across the room was enough to spark seeds of doubt. she tried to extinguish it, piecing together hundreds of poor excuses.

you needed time. time to think and clear your mind.

the air inside was suffocating— terrible for thinking.

each one paled in comparison to the next. but as more time passed by they were all jinx had to cling to. obsessively latching onto just about every scenario that pervaded her thoughts. she needed to believe it, she needed to convince herself.

however, not enough convincing could distract jinx from reality. you didn’t return that night or the next. soon the waiting culminated into long weeks, accompanied by radio silence. she woke up, praying that she’d see your face— anything to remove that image she was stuck with. she wanted to touch you, kiss you, hell even get down on her knees if necessary. jinx would’ve done anything to take that night back. despite this she woke up alone and exhausted, growing bitter as time inched by.

months had come and gone since jinx had last seen you. contrary to popular belief heartache wasn’t healed over time. it was replaced by an endless void that grew until it was rotting and blackened. the space sat at the center of jinx’s heart, and rather than working to heal it, she just found ways to numb the vessel. yet the most convenient coping mechanism arose in an endless cycle of drinking— and inventing. thus most nights she was out scouting for pieces in the form of old rubble. before stopping by the last drop to wash away her sorrows, and on this dull night it was absolutely no different.

the air reeked of gasoline— so jinx knew she was on the right track. all she needed was gas, a small amount to complete the final part of her new invention. she’d spent most of the day roaming the streets until she’d come across an old engine. without a moment of hesitation, she snatched it from the junkyard, setting off toward the last drop. it was a prime environment for distractions, preventing her mind from lingering elsewhere.

loud music boomed through the bar as she sauntered in with a cheeky grin plastered on her face. she took the first open seat at the counter, gesturing towards the bartender. the man slipped a light blue drink her way, watching as she chugged it down in one gulp. although alarming, it had almost become routine for jinx. the harsh taste and burning sensation that filled her throat didn’t even seem to phase her.

“feast your eyes on this beauty,” she exclaimed plopping the engine out in front of her. jinx’s veins pumped with adrenaline as she fidgeted against the wood, sliding the drink back.the bartender’s eyes flickered between giddy jinx and the drink before lifting the pitcher, and refilling her cup to the brim.

“whatcha got there?”

she took a long sip of the drink smacking her lips together, “this my friend is the solution to all of my problems.” in more ways than one it wasn’t really an exaggeration. absolutely nothing beat the rush that jinx got from creating. it was something that only she could control— and it sure as hell wouldn’t leave her.

she began taking apart the engine, setting aside the pieces she needed. her eyes were bloodshot and her body was way beyond tired yet she refused to succumb to the exhaustion— once she fell asleep there was no telling what images she’d have the pleasure of revisiting in a nightmare. hence she worked tirelessly until her fingers were numb, but even then she shot back another glass, stepping outside for some fresh air.

the moon was full, casting a white haze over all the nearby properties. small stars nestled into the clouds revealing themselves in rare glances that mesmerized jinx. the scene was beautiful but she couldn’t help but frown. she hated somber moments like these, it left her remembering and yearning for something that she no longer had. she constantly found you in everything and it only forced the void in her heart to fester. jinx felt like she was in a dream. one where she could almost hear your voice, reminiscing in the way it filled her ears so sweetly. she’d dreamed of it several times but it felt so different now. it felt real.

in the distance jinx saw two figures, although she couldn’t make out their faces, one of them felt so familiar. laughter traveled from the couple to her— and it was unmistakably you. jinx couldn’t have made it up if she tried. she knew your laugh, she knew the way it sounded better than you did. it was infectious just like it was the last time she’d heard it. the sound nearly sent the drink flying from jinx’s grasp. despite the pestering voice that urged her not to, her legs carried her further.

you stood next to a figure— one that she’d never seen before. the woman’s hand slipped into yours as you leaned closer nuzzling into her side. she wrapped her free arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. jinx’s stomach turned, contorting into a large knot that tightened the longer she watched. she wanted to call out but once again she was speechless, subject to the very emotions that pulled the two of you apart.

she’d never considered the possibility that you’d moved on. jinx had always hoped that some way— somehow you’d find your way back to her. and that maybe you were struggling too, grappling with restless nights and the memories of what you once were together. but seeing it— seeing you now, it changed everything. you weren’t a slave to your emotions, you were coping just fine and falling in love with someone new in the process. thus there was no gray area, you weren’t coming back and there was nothing she could do.

the two of you continued walking, diminishing the distance between you and jinx with each step. however, you didn’t recognize her until you were just a few feet away. jinx’s eyes were sunken and bloodshot, she was paler than ever, and if you hadn’t known better you would’ve mistook her for a ghost. she looked nothing like the radiant girl you’d once fallen for— she was a stranger.

for a brief moment, your eyes met hers. you didn’t know what you were searching for. maybe remnants of your old lover, indications that she was still there. but alas you were met with nothing, not even the slightest reminder. jinx’s eyes were cold and unfamiliar. yet this sentiment wasn’t exclusive to you. she too found herself searching, desperately scouring for the person you once were in her gaze. but there was nothing to be found— you were a stranger.

“who’s that?” your girlfriend whispered, glancing back at jinx. you snuck one last look at her frail frame, relinquishing yourself of any guilt and attachment towards her. the person you’d once loved had morphed into an unknown figure before your eyes, thus there was no need for them anymore.

you turned back toward your girlfriend, placing a small kiss on the underside of her jaw as you cooed, “no one important, let’s go.”

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sweatandwoe · 1 year

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I wanna ghilk the anti ghope’s ghock

hope u enjoy it

"You want to what?"

You put one hand on your hip. The other you held your hand out open but with your fingers slightly curled inwards. Trying to simulate the action that you were hoping to be doing, as you flick your wrist from side to side. "To ghilk your ghock."

Copia stares. Not blinking, his eyes remain wide. His head was slightly tilted back, hair tucked behind his ears. You can just see the hint of his front teeth peeking out at this angle. It definitely was giving off the rodent vibe you heard all the other siblings of sin say he had. You didn't really see it, but you always did seem to see the Cardinal in a different light.

Maybe that was part of the reason why you were chosen for this job. Everyone seemed to know you didn't mind how he looked, and well, you hadn't objected to the job.

Which made sense considering you were eager to do it.

"C'mon, this will be easier if we start soon." You lower your hands, bending your knees to grab the handle of the small, silver, tin bucket you've brought. The container was chosen mainly for amusement, looking like a smaller version of a milk bucket.

You didn't think it would take the man long to fill it. Mainly from the outline of something long and thick pressed against his thigh so easy to see in those wonderfully tight pants. Even though they were a little frayed, you could see the bulge resting within the fabric.

And he wasn't even hard. At least you didn't think so. Not yet. But maybe he had a bit of fear kink-

"I don't wish to be milked, or, ghilked." He says with a shudder, mismatched gaze growing somehow even wider. "Why would I need to be milked?"

"You're papa now, right? Papas need to give a part of themselves to the rituals around here. Papas get milked regularly." Your lips curl up, into a sharper grin at the poor man. "Or ghilked, depending on your preference."

Copia does not look like he believes you for a moment. His left eye even twitches while he stares at you, mouth slightly open. A pink tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Is there a difference?"

You bat your eyelashes at him giving him your best smile. "That depends on what you want, Papa."

This shudder is a bit different now, there's a different sort of look in his eyes. Mismatched eyes turn to the bucket. "If were to agree to this, which I am not, how much of that needs to be filled?" He gestures a finger in the air, pointing to your tiny bucket.

"Whatever you're willing to give. Any donation is welcome, Papa."

He sighs, looking unsure. "And this is a regular occurrence?"

You pause, thinking. But you're quite certain you have that information right. "That's what Terzo told me."

Copia sighs, looking unsure but stands to follow you. "Let's go somewhere private at least first."

You smile, deciding not to tease his shyness as you lead him away to another room. One where no one will hear the soft cries you help bring your Papa to, the loud whimpers while you wear his leather gloves and jerk him off. Loving the way his thighs jiggle and twitch at each twist of your wrist, while your mouth goes to his balls to worship him there too. Watching him cum into your hands, and how you set back to work almost immediately on his overstimulated, jumpy cock. Red and constantly leaking, he grips any piece of furniture he can find, letting out the loudest whine while you make him cum again, and again, and again.

Later when you bring the small bucket to Terzo, you discover, after a very long and loud session of laughter, that this wasn't an actual thing. That it had all been a joke Terzo had set you up on, that the other siblings have been in on. He hadn't thought for a moment it would actually happen, but soon tears are streaming down his face, smearing his makeup.

Well, shit. You know what you're going to do to the bucket at least, once you're alone and in your room. You did need to get your milk intake after all.

Still, when Copia asks if you need a donation a few weeks later, you'll explain. He'll be embarrassed by it, and his cheeks will go an even darker red when you tell him, with a smile. "I'll still take it any ghilk you want to give, Papa. Any donation is welcome."

You find out after mass that day, while you're on your knees, that your Papa is a very generous man.

#mdni #ghost band #copia x reader #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv #copia #cardinal copia #I'm pretty sure I know who sent this in #enjoy the cursed content #Imagine reader with a cowboy hat on the entire time #that's what I was thinking the entire time

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I would love a meerca review! One of my earliest disappointments in life was waking up to find my adorable meerca standing on two feet with a shortened tail and one fist raised to the skies. Of all Neopets I feel like you’d be hard pressed to think of one that was done a greater disservice by conversion than the meerca.

Meercas are one of a only a few rodent 'pets, and between them, the Xweektok, and the Usul, Meercas definitely come across as the most rodent-esq—though which rodent is somewhat ambiguous. I like their faces a lot, which sport little dot eyes and a set of buck teeth.

The Meercas big theme and uniqueness comes from their tails. It's harder to tell with the converted art (which we'll get to shortly), but Meercas have incredibly long tails that they use to balance on. It's a fun premise that gives them a lot of personality, especially when combined with their round bodies.

Beyond that, Meercas have a good use of color, which white around the bulk the body, under their tails, and in their ears. My only nitpick is that in the converted art, the color underneath the tail bleeds a bit onto the outside, which isn't too big of a deal but always low-key bugs me.

Customization-wise, Meercas were unfortunately done pretty dirty. I'm not sure I can call them the worst case of conversion, because to be fair, conversion kind of requires all pets to be standing normally and to have a fist when possible. The issue is more with the entire premise of customization itself, but I'm not going to blame a converted pet for, well, being converted.

The Meerca at least doesn't change that much about the body at random the way the Wocky or Lutari did, and the old art was starting to look very dated, with minimal shading and some kind of janky anatomy. I also like how the converted version did things like remove the little hairs from the top of the head.

However, what I can't excuse with the converted Meerca is the absolute butchering of their tails. The entire point of this species is that their tails are stupidly long. Even if customization means they can't sit on their tails anymore, they could've at least kept the length, as it was the key element of the design. Maybe the concern was trying to keep the pet itself fairly centered, but like... have the tail curled up against the body, have it go vertically up above the body, fold it over on itself, there were tons of ways to keep the length. Unfortunately none of that was done, and we ended up with a sadder Meerca as a result.

Favorite Colours:

Candy: It's a gumball with those sour belt candies! It's absolutely perfect for the species, utilizing both their long tails and gumball bodies beautifully. The shading on the body is also richly detailed and gives it that extra bit of gumball shine, and the colors are nice and cohesive. Good stuff all around.

Striped: One of only two striped pets that doesn't default to being blue with pink stripes, the striped Meerca is a chipmunk, applying some lovely brown shades and lots and lots of stripes but stylizing them just enough to fit the body shape. I also like little details, like removing the outline around the white part of the body.

Woodland: Similar to the candy Meerca, the woodland Meerca takes full advantage of the round body and long tail to make it into a taro, a type of root vegetable. While its very different than most woodland pets, the tail works perfect and the body has lots of attention to detail.

BONUS: Maraquan Meercas, while not the best Maraquan pets, have to get at least a shout-out for the fun pufferfish concept. I do wish there was more color, maybe on the fins (I know pufferfish aren't known for having a ton of color, but this is a fantasy creature first and foremost), but the overall idea is very fun and it's one of the only ways to get the old Meerca expression post-customization. The converted and UC/styled version are literally identical save for the customized version sporting fists, which aren't as good at the original's hands but aren't too bothersome.

#neopets #neotag #meerca #neopet reviews

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ignorance

@wolfstarmicrofic “Guess what-mph-lads,” Peter starts conversationally, speaking around a mouthful of bacon.

The passion that boy holds for breakfast meats borders on lunatic, but far be it from James to say anything.

“Wormy, it’s not on to speak with your mouth full, you’ll offend my delicate sensibilities,” interjects Sirius. Bless him; Sirius has no delicate sensibilities of which to speak, so James knows the intervention is on his behalf.

“Sorry!” Peter yelps, swallowing before he’s quite ready and hacking in a way that makes James even more queasy.

“Sorry, sorry. But guess what.”

“If I had to guess…” James wonders aloud. “Your clever little rodent ears have picked up another bit of gossip? I don’t know how you manage it, Petey. Terribly well-informed, you are.”

Peter looks inordinately pleased.

“Quite right you are, James. I’ve just heard that Will Diggory—you know, that Seventh Year Ravenclaw?—well, he’s just come out, and he’s gone public with Devlin Abbott!”

“HA! Wormy, I’m quite sure you owe me a Galleon for that one!” James crows.

Peter scowls. “Not a chance. You only got the first part correct, which I had already agreed with you on, if you remember. Doesn’t count, and you thought he was secretly dating—”

“Now hold on just a damned second,” Sirius frowns, interrupting what is sure to be a feisty debate. “I feel like I’m missing a few things. Come out? Come out of what? Public with what?”

Peter looks bemused, so James takes over, explaining patiently: “Come out of the closet. He and Abbott, who is also gay—” Sirius’ eyes become huge— “have gone public with their relationship. Damn it, you’re right, Wormtail, I did think it was secretly Gregor Klein.”

Sirius twitches. “Huh. I never would have guessed,” he says mildly. “Diggory seems so…”

“So what, Padfoot,” James prompts calmly.

It was an inevitable but fortunately rare byproduct of being raised in an ancient family steeped in ignorance and hatred: sometimes Sirius needed some help opening his eyes to a new perspective. There were assumptions he took for granted because he didn’t know any better, but being a generally kind and open-minded person, the work was not overly hard.

“Well, like such a man’s man. No, no, don’t get me wrong,” he rushes out, seeing the looks James and Peter are giving him. “I’m super happy for him. I say live and let live. But you have to admit that it’s a bit weird.”

“Which par’,” Peter inquires curiously, speaking while chewing his blasted bacon again.

“The part about being attracted to another man. Like, sexually.”

James and Peter go stock-still and make sudden eye contact with one another, mirroring astonished expressions. They’re absolutely trying their hardest not to burst into laughter.

How can it be? He has no idea?

“Oh, I dunno, Padfoot,” Peter says slyly, giving Sirius a side-eyed look. “You can’t think of any bloke you’d hop into bed with?”

The restraint James is using right now is nothing short of torturous.

Sirius laughs. “No, you big jessie! If you want to sleep with blokes, have at it, Wormtail, but I tell you, that’s not for me. Oi, where’s Moony? He ought to be here for this.”

Oh, but he’s almost pathetic.

James can’t resist, so he joins in too: “Hmm….what about William Diggory?”

Sirius sputters. “I mean, sure, Diggory’s fit, for a bloke, but, as implied by ‘bloke’, he’s not got a pair of tits.”

“That’s a good point, Padfoot did break up with Lola Edgecomb last year cos ‘she was too flat-chested’,” Peter informs James in a sardonic aside, making liberal use of air quotes.

“No, no, Petey, maybe it’s just that Diggory’s not fit enough for our Pads,” James murmurs gravely.

Sirius giggles at their little show, then cries, “Cor! I wish Moony were here right now, and he’d tell you two how silly you are.”

Peter and James share a look again, but it’s lost on Sirius.

“Someone fitter, then, hmmm….” Peter taps a finger to his chin thoughtfully. “What about Professor Jero? All the girls thought he was gorgeous—do you reckon he’s hot enough to warm your bed?”

“Ha! As if! No, but keep going, though, these are funny. I bet Moony would come up with some hilarious ones.”

“Well Pete, maybe it’s not about physical beauty,” James muses theatrically.

“Oh no? The prompt was about sexual attraction, if you recall.”

“Yes, of course, and there’s no doubt that appearance plays a huge role in that, but…”

“But…?”

Sirius watches them volley back and forth, and James recognizes a growing exasperation in his expression. He’s always hated not being in on the joke.

“But maybe it needs to be a gentleman he knows well.”

“’Knows well’? Just how well should he know them?” Peter inquires with mock wonder, blue eyes big and round.

“Why, I think ‘extremely well’ would be ideal. In fact—” James turns to fully face Sirius— “I think he’d be most likely to fall for his best friend, no matter their gender.”

Sirius’ face goes blank with surprise, then he scowls and crosses his arms.

“Well I’m not about to bed either of you two idiots, sorry, but I have higher—MOONY!!”

And indeed, there appears Remus, tall and lanky, a gentle, eye-crinkling grin for Sirius that manifests as two dimples nestled in between the freckles scattered across his face.

“Moony, you’ll never guess what these two wankers—”

“Pads, I’d love to hear all about it later, really, sorry, love—ah, fuck, I’ve made a portmanteau of ‘Pads’ and ‘lads’—I think—wait, no, that doesn’t—never mind that, sorry, I can’t stay, I’m just cutting through the Great Hall on my way to a Prefect meeting!”

“Moony, wait!” Sirius wails, haphazardly grabbing a piece of jammy toast and chasing after Remus’ rapidly retreating figure. “You haven’t had any breakfast, you dolt!”

Sirius catches up to him and shoves the toast in his mouth. Remus pauses to smile hugely and stupidly at him. Then he blinks suddenly and turns about with a wave.

Peter smacks his forehead. James wonders vaguely if either of them took any notice of James and Peter sitting there throughout that whole interaction.

Sirius returns to his seat, cheeks pink and humming happily.

“Sorry lads, what were we talking about?”

Peter, slumped over in frustration, lets out a groan. “We were hypothesizing whether or not you could ever be sexually attracted to a man, and you kindly let us know that James and I are not up to snuff.”

“Ah. Too right.”

“Say…” James says wonderingly, as if this has just occurred to him. “You know Moony extremely well….Moony’s reasonably attractive, isn’t he?”

Peter sits up suddenly. “That’s right, he is! Tall. Nice curls. He’s alright.”

Sirius scoffs. “I’d say more than reasonably attractive or alright, wouldn’t you? I mean, he’s…he’s…he’s Moony…”

Sirius trails off and starts to blink rapidly, brow furrowed.

“Wow, Sirius,” James sighs unconvincingly, resisting an eye roll with all of his might. “Would you fuck Moony’s brains out, then? Suck his cock? Make him eat his breakfast every morning?”

Sirius has stopped blinking and his eyes appear to have glazed over. He’s gazing at a spot about 4 inches left of Peter’s left ear. James swears he can see on Sirius’ face the moment the realization dawns.

“Oh.”

Sirius swallows hard.

“Oh.”

Part 2: Duck

Part 3: Anticipation

Part 4: Thirst

#Sirius black #oblivious sirius #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius is so fucking oblivious #In fact everyone knows except him #and remus #hint of Demi sirius #humor #ignorance #devious James potter #devious Peter pettigrew #feelings realization #they’re both so gone for each other #pov James potter

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Author: LikeASparkInTheDark

Group: C

Prompts: Sunset. She doesn't "like" you! Size matters.

Second Hand Assumptions

“Father, where’s Tilly?”

Moe French turned, looking at his daughter blankly, “She was just here, I almost tripped over her loading the truck.”

Belle bit her lower lip continuing to look through the store. She had left briefly to pick up the keys to the library from the mayor.

She didn’t bring Tilly along because she wasn’t sure how dog friendly her new town was, she left her with her father hoping Tilly’s separation anxiety wouldn’t spike.

“I can’t find her anywhere, where is she?” Belle’s voice was panicked. She was in a new town, and no one knew her or Tilly except her father.

Moe’s mouth was in a grim line, “I don’t know Belle, she might have just snuck out.”

“Were there any customers while I was gone?” She asked, trying to think of an explanation for her missing Australian Terrier.

“No customers, but that bloody Mr. Gold was here to remind me I was late on rent,” Moe paused thoughtfully, “maybe he saw her as an opportunity for collateral.”

Belle’s eyes widened, “He wouldn’t hurt her would he?”

“That man is capable of anything.” Her father’s voice was ominous.

“I need to find her,” Belle grabbed Tilly’s leash before running out of the shop, her heels clicking on the tile.

He felt slightly guilty but that dog held Belle back from so many things, she’d refuse to go out because “Tilly needs me”, it couldn’t be left alone for more than an hour. Belle would be better off without it, at least that’s what he told himself when he’d taken its collar and nudged it out the door.

“Higher dad!” Henry shouted.

“Be careful!” Arran shouted at his son and grandson, from the park bench he sat at. They had been playing at the park, but his bad leg started to throb and he needed to sit down.

“Wait!” Henry shouted.

Henry squinted looking with each upward swing before he started dragging his feet in the dirt.

Arran followed his eyeline, for a moment he thought it was a fat squirrel running through the grass.

“I’ll catch it!” Henry jumped from the swing and ran towards the animal.

“No Henry, it could have rabies!” Neal shouted, chasing after him.

Arran quickly rose from the bench limping to where Henry was crouching down.

Arran wrinkled his nose, “What kind of rat is this?” He asked as he looked at the tiny creature, it wasn’t his idea of a dog.

“It’s not a rat grandpa, it’s a dog, I wonder why it's alone.” Henry looked around the park to see if there was anyone around.

“A dog? That's not a proper dog, size matters with dogs, this is a rodent of some kind. Now a sheep dog that's a real dog.”

He turned to his son, raising a finger, “Do you remember Colonel?”

Neal grinned at the memory, “Yeah, I used to ride on his back like a horse.”

“It’s not wearing a collar.” Henry announced.

“Well what should we do? It’s too late for the vet to be open to scan for a chip.” Arran frowned.

It had pointed ears and long tan and black fur with a scruffy face. It’s tongue was hanging out and it was panting in his grandson’s arms.

“We’ll look around the park to see if anyone is looking for a dog.” Neal suggested.

“Here Grandpa.”

Arran balked in protest, but Henry was already shoving the dog into his hands.

“What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Hold her close grandpa she’s scared!” Henry advised before they ran off.

He leaned onto his good leg and raised the dog to eye level.

“Listen here you little rat, There will be no urinating on my suit, no leaving nasty little bugs on me, and no-”

“Let go of that dog!”

Arran's head snapped from the dog's face to the face of a beautiful stranger.

“I said unhand that dog this instant!”

“Excuse me?” He held the dog closer to make sure the stranger wasn’t some dog napper, though she wasn’t wearing a spotted fur coat.

He was struck at her beauty, the sunset setting off the auburn in her hair that fluttered in the wind, big blue eyes glaring at him, her lips a lovely shade of red, pursed in annoyance. Before he realized that she had said something else in her memorable accent.

“I’m sorry wha-, your dog?”

“Yes MY dog, or did you not know that when you stole her from my father’s shop?”

Arran’s head tilted slightly to the side, “What?” He scoffed, amused at her accusation.

“My father told me all about you Mr. Gold, how you walk around this town like you own it. I didn’t think you’d use a dog for collateral.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, relieved at finding Tilly, but angry at finding her with Mr. Gold. She wanted to snatch her from his grasp but she didn’t want the man to retaliate and toss her into the pond.

Mr. Gold seemed amused at her words.

“I didn’t steal your dog, do you think she’d like me this much if I had?” He jerked his head to gesture to Tilly, who was unfortunately cuddling into the crook of his arm.

It was Belle’s turn to scoff, “She doesn’t “like” you!”

Arran’s amusement grew as the woman stomped her foot with that argument, making her skirt flutter.

Fortunately Neal and Henry returned from their sweep of the park.

“Hi Belle!” Henry greeted the woman with a wave.

The woman, Belle, smiled warmly, and Arran felt his heart stutter in his chest. He was glad that smile was not aimed at him, or else he might act in foolishly.

“Um, hi, who are you?” Neal asked, raising an eyebrow.

“This is Belle, she’s the new librarian. I saw her on our field trip to city hall today with grandma.” Henry answered.

“This woman is accusing me of stealing her dog.” Arran said at the same time.

“Steal your dog? My grandpa would never steal someone’s dog.” Henry's brow furrowed at the thought.

“Your grandpa?”

“Yeah, my dad. He may be many things, but he isn’t a dog thief.” The other man, Henry’s father grinned at her.

Belle was trying to catch the trail of thought that had gone through her mind, flustered she turned her gaze back to Mr. Gold, “May I have Rumplestiltskin back please?”

At its name the dog began wiggling in Arran’s grasp until he held her out to Belle.

“Rumplestiltskin?” He couldn’t bite back that smirk that he knew was dancing on his lips.

“That’s a weird name for a girl.” Henry piped up.

Belle took Tilly in her arms, holding her tightly against her sweater, giving her a squeeze, “That’s what the shelter named her, I call her Tilly for short.”

Mr. Gold seemed amused as he watched her slip Tilly’s leash on.

“Henry I better get you home to your mom” Neal nodded a farewell to Belle and gave his father a parting hug.

Belle held Tilly close to her as Mr. Gold hugged his son tightly, and then gave Henry a large hug too. Surely a dognapper wouldn't be such a family man.

“Love you grandpa!” Henry shouted over his shoulder as he and Neal walked away.

Mr. Gold’s smile was rather lovely, Belle mused to herself, before she realized his attention was now solely on her.

“I’m sorry for accusing you of stealing Tilly.” She murmured softly, feeling ashamed that she had judged Mr. Gold just on rumors from her father alone.

“I’m sorry your father felt the need to bestow that assumption onto you.” He shrugged.

After fidgeting with Tilly’s leash Belle broke the silence between them, “Your wife must be ready for you to come home, I understand if you’ve got to leave.”

“My wife?” he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips.

“Yeah, isn’t Mary Margaret your wife? Henry said it was his grandma that he was with earlier.”

Mr. Gold was trying very hard not to laugh outright in Belle’s face, “Miss French, I assure you, Mary Margaret is his grandma on his maternal side.”

Belle felt the blood drain from her face as he laughed.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go find a bridge to jump from.” Belle muttered.

“How about, instead,” Arran started, taking a tentative step towards her, petting the top of Tilly’s head.

“There's a restaurant just out of town called Marco's, how about we take Tilly for dinner on the patio? That’ll give you a chance to form your own opinion about me instead of having a secondhand one.”

Belle tried to repress the smile that was bursting to break across her face, “I’d like that.”

Arran Gold smiled and he held out the crook of his arm to Belle. She let the smile take over her face and she slipped her arm through his, with Tilly cradled in her other arm, they left the park together.

#rumbelle showdown #round two entry #author: LikeASparkInTheDark

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noroi1000 · 2 years

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Bunny. Find a bunny.

Nyan special chapter! Part four

cw: over 1k

Tw: sexual context

A/n: This is a special bonus because I haven't written anything in a long time. It was a long two weeks. What is happening here does not affect the original plot.

Sugu is a cat. Toru is a cat. Two cats, but suddenly one cat and one bunny. Sugubunny. And then two bunnies.

"Where is that goddamn rabbit?!"

"Do not look at me like this. I haven't seen him."

"You cannot turn into a cat and find him?!"

"Baby, I'm not a rabbit hunter. He must have jumped somewhere. Someday he will be found."

"Satoru, he's definitely not going to turn into a human now. And as a rabbit he is too small to open the door anywhere. So he's home now. The only question is where is he."

"Sorry, I can't help you find him. I'm busy." He said pointing to the laptop in front of him.

"I wonder what. You do not have a job. You're a fucking cat!" you screamed.

"Don't be so nervous. He will be found someday. Besides, Suguru is already a big boy. Or rather a rabbit..." he laughed and scratched his head. "Plus, some things you don't know about me. So I have something to do anyway. And I also have to order what you asked me to do.."

He gave you such a nice smile. That's why you can't say no to him. That's so sweet. And you also know that he is telling the truth. You told him to order some things for the house. After all, some things are cheaper when you buy them online. And also Satoru wanted something. Suguru, in fact, too. Therefore, you will pay a little less than with a regular one store. But still it was all paid with a dubious black card which now appears more and more in Satoru's fluffy hands. And also in his big hands. Depends on whether he is a human or a cat.

But you don't know why Satoru is a cat and Suguru is a rabbit. A few days ago, you can swear he was the same purr as Satoru. But suddenly it became a rodent? Rabbits are cute. He too. Black fur, sweet face. That fluffy tail and floppy ears too.

You know these two are neither cats nor humans. Now you've become even more convinced of it. Man, cat, rabbit? Shapeshifter? That's possible. You've seen them in the back of their forms before.

As a cat, as a human, as a rabbit...

With clothes on, no shirt, no pants, naked. What's next?

Perhaps they will turn into fish yet? You'd lock them in an aquarium and they wouldn't be able to talk.

And if they pissed you off, you'd get them out of the water and choke them a little in the air. You can be cruel. They are not animals.

They're your goddamn lovers. So there is nothing wrong with that.

Let them know your anger.

"Sorry, Satoru. I'm just annoyed." you said pinching the bridge of your nose with two fingers.

"What happened? Suguru bit you?" he asked with a smile.

Such an annoying smile, but such a nice and uplifting smile. Because it belongs to the white-haired man.

"He didn't bite me." you asked as you suddenly sat down on the desk next to him.

His hands shot straight out to touch your thighs. You didn't forbid him. The warmth of his hands was soothing.

"I just want to bathe him and comb his hair. I have to do this because his fur is falling out. Actually, you understand...."

"Heh, got it." He said. "And I also understand why he is hiding. You pulled his tail fur out of his tail recently when he was a cat. "

"It was an accident. And he also dug a claw into my thigh!"

"Cats do..."

"You're not sleeping in bed today, just on the couch." You did.

"You're cruel. Or maybe it's because you haven't been venting out your sexual frustration for a long time, huh?" his thumb rubbed the inside of your thigh.

"No."

"But why~?" He groaned.

"First find the bunny. I'll think about it later. Or maybe if this rabbit shows up, he will also get a reward tonight? Perhaps we won't go to sleep right away? "

You said the last two sentences louder.

You know Suguru will hear it.

You got off the desk and went to the kitchen to check the cupboards. He could be anywhere...

"Ugh... Suguru, where are you... If it's because of you I can't fuck (y/n) today..." today he snarled.

He picked up the phone to check something.

Suddenly he looked to the side where something different than before appeared.

He looked strangely at this point.

He saw a black rabbit next to the laptop, staring at him with small purple eyes.

Suddenly Sugubunny started rubbing his ears with his paws, and then a strand of longer hair that was in front. No matter what, he always has that fringe of his.

He looked at his fur. He didn't seem dirty, or his hair didn't seem to fall out. At least not anymore.

Satoru looked at the open bathroom door and smiled.

"Suguru, you motherfucker. You washed yourself?"

Rabbits don't make a lot of noise. Therefore, he could not answer him. But yes. He bathed alone. He turned into a human and quickly poured himself some water into the tub to avoid drowning himself like a rabbit, and jumped in there. He washed himself as a little animal and that's it.

"Satoru? Who were you talking to?"

You suddenly walked in, looking around you, hoping to see a rabbit. Nothing of that...

The white-haired man looked at the desk where the rabbit had been sitting earlier. He was gone now.

"He was here." He pointed to the piece of furniture in front of him.

"So where is he now??" You asked looking around.

"I do not know. Check the bathroom."

When you went there, he got up quickly and went where he saw his best friend as a black ball.

They were in the bedroom now.

He watched the black rabbit point to the bed, then to the nightstand, then to sit down there and jump down.

Rabbits are jumping high. But he is even higher.

Then he watched the animal walk over to the chest of drawers. The top one with your underwear was open. He jumped on the chair next to him. Nobody knows where the chair came from... It was there from the beginning, just like that. You can sit in the bedroom.

And then Suguru disappeared into the drawer, laying down in the fabric of your underwear.

"I also want it like that!"

You saw there were some black hairs in the tub. Short. And that there was some water there. And also the pet shampoo was on top.

This rabbit took a bath on its own. This has not happened in the world yet.

And now he's playing hide and seek with you.

"(y/n)! In bedroom!" bedroom you heard Satoru scream.

You went there not to see him.

He was gone. But suddenly you saw a cat coming out from under the chair next to the dresser.

"What happened?" You looked at him and then you looked around the room.

"Meow."

You glanced briefly at Satoru, but then quickly returned your gaze to him.

Rabbit?!

You widened your eyes at the sight of a white rabbit with glasses and ears upright.

He jumped on a chair and then quickly into a drawer.

You looked inside.

Two rabbits lying in your underwear. One white, one black.

"No! No such! Why? You are perverts. You are perverted cats. But the rabbits? I can not believe... Perverted rabbits..."

Suddenly they both jumped at you.

And they both turned into people.

"A pervert is a pervert. But you promised us something." Satoru laughed, licking the thin piece around your neck.

"Do not be mad at me. But I wanted what you said would happen faster." Suguru said before kissing your lips. "So we're not going to sleep tonight~."

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twistedtummies2 · 7 months

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Top 15 Mickey Mouse Appearances

“I only hope that we never lose sight of one thing: that it was all started by a mouse.” Today marks the official 100th Anniversary of the Walt Disney Company. Having counted down my Top 15 favorites among their animated features, I think the time has come to take a look at the company’s mascot, and arguably their most famous and iconic character creation: Mickey Mouse. The exact origins of Mickey are somewhat shrouded in myth and speculation, but regardless of all the details behind how he was created, why he was created, and just who, specifically, should get the majority of the credit FOR his creation, one thing is certain: Mickey is quite possibly the single most popular cartoon star in the world, alongside or perhaps even surpassing Bugs Bunny. For some, he is a representation of innocence and optimism; for others, he’s more simply a pop culture phenomenon or a spokesperson for merchandise. Whatever you think of him, this little rodent isn’t going away anytime soon, and remains the avatar of Disney itself, partially because he was originally voiced by the company’s chief founder, Walt Disney. I thought it would be fun, on this auspicious day, to look back on Mickey’s history over the years, and list some of my favorites of his more noteworthy appearances. Several of these appeared on a very old list I made on DeviantArt several years ago; that list is severely outdated, however, in several places. So for those of you who might remember it, don’t worry about it: this countdown will be more accurate, expansive, and up to date. I won’t be counting down any of Mickey’s classic theatrical cartoons, I should point out; you won’t be seeing “The Mad Doctor” or “Steamboat Willie” here. This is simply because…well…there are a LOT of Mickey Mouse cartoons, and picking the ones I love most is a mammoth undertaking I don’t want to really attempt at the present. Instead, we’ll be talking about all of Mickey’s other major appearances: video games, movies, TV shows, and maybe - just maybe - we might even cover a comic or two. With that said, let’s waste no time! Slap on your circle-eared headbands, and tell the club to begin the march! These are My Top 15 Mickey Mouse Appearances!

15. Castle of Illusion.

This is one of the most well-known and lauded video game appearances Mickey has had over the years. “Castle of Illusion” was originally made for the SEGA Genesis in 1990; many years later, in 2013, it was remade for the PS3, Xbox 360, and PC gaming stations. I never actually played the original one, but I AM more familiar with the remake, and I think it’s a splendid remastering of an old cult classic. “Castle of Illusion” tells the story of Mickey going on a typical fairy-tale-esque adventure, as he tries to save his beloved Minnie from the evil witch, Mizrabel (who is sort of a cross between Maleficent and the Evil Queen). To do this, Mickey must travel through a series of worlds, created from illusion magic within the witch’s castle, facing Mizrabel’s many minions along the way. There’s nothing too complex here, but the game is nevertheless a worthy time for tiny ones, with some colorful visuals, fine music, and easy-to-grasp gameplay. The original game was so popular that it not only spawned this remake, but also three sequels. It was also the inspiration for another famous Mickey Mouse game…but that’s another story.

14. Mickey’s Christmas Carol.

Me placing this classic short adaptation of one of my favorite stories of all time, Charles Dickens’ timeless tale of “A Christmas Carol,” so low in the ranks? “Who are you, and what have you done with the writer?!” some of you may be yelling. Well, no, I assure you I am myself (as far as I’m aware), and I haven’t COMPLETELY lost my marbles. Yet. As much as I love this fabulous cartoon rendition of the Carol story, when it comes to Mickey’s actual presence in the cartoon, his featured name in the title is somewhat misleading. In the cartoon, Ebenezer Scrooge is played - appropriately enough - by Scrooge McDuck, and as anyone who knows the story is aware, he’s honestly the main character. Mickey plays the role of Scrooge’s clerk, Bob Cratchit. Granted, it’s a perfectly fitting role for Mickey, as he fits the part of Cratchit perfectly. His natural sweetness makes an already sympathetic character seem all the more loveable, allowing all the moments of humor, warmth, and even heartbreak powerful, even when he isn’t the most dynamic character in the story. However, because Mickey’s role is comparatively small, when you look at his part here and other appearances on this countdown, I feel it must get lower ranking. Sorry, Mickey’s Christmas Carol; I still love ya.

13. Dream-Along With Mickey.

Now, I’ll be forthright here and now and confess I haven’t seen this stage show live; and considering it was discontinued in 2016, I suppose I never will. But thank God for the Internet! A kid’s show put on at Walt Disney World’s Magic Kingdom, in front of the Cinderella Castle, this cute and simple spectacle has Mickey, Minnie, Donald, and Goofy all throwing a party, when it is revealed that Donald…(GASP!)…DOES NOT BELIEVE IN DREAMS! (slams fist on the table) THE DEVIL TAKES MANY FORMS!!! Ahem…sorry. Anyway, to try and show Donald the importance of dreams, Mickey and the others each reveal dreams and wishes they’ve always longed for, and they are quickly brought to life…at least in a way. Minnie wishes to be a princess, and lo and behold, classic Disney Princes and Princesses appear and have a little ball. Goofy wishes to go on a pirate adventure, and Peter Pan and Wendy show up, along with a group of friendly pirates to join in the fun. This is where things go wrong, as Captain Hook and Maleficent show up soon after. It’s revealed the villains plan to take over the Cinderella Castle, and turn the Magic Kingdom into “The Place Where Nightmares Come True!” With help from Peter Pan (and the audience), Mickey and his pals are able to defeat the villains, as Hook and Maleficent retreat. Donald is thus shown the values (and dangers) of dreaming. Ultimately, “Dream-Along” was a fairly cute and simple children’s show, by Disney standards, but even as someone who never saw it live, it was fun, and probably one of Mickey’s best stage appearances. To be blunt, any chance for Mickey Mouse to take on the Mistress of All Evil is appreciated.

12. The Wonderful World of Mickey Mouse.

I have to confess I resisted the urge to watch this cartoon series for a while. I guess my old man syndrome kicked in, because I wasn’t particularly fond of the brand new art style at first, and worried it would just turn Mickey and his pals into a Cartoon Network Crazy-Show ripoff (for lack of a better way of putting it). But, when I found out the series was actually being rather well-received, and there was even a ride being made based on it, I decided to open up my mind and give the show a chance. (Admittedly, a certain episode involving the Big Bad Wolf may have had something to do with it, too. Ahem.) This cartoon show attempted to both update Mickey and his pals, while also conversely returning them to their roots: slapstick shenanigans of the toony variety. In that effort, I’d say it largely succeeded: this series brought Mickey out of the well-tread comfort zone of the sweet little straight man, and tried to bring him back to a more mischievous, zany, at times downright PSYCHOTIC personality from back in his very earliest shorts. The cartoons are fast-paced, energetic, and absolutely INSANE in every respect; they feel like a cross between something like “Adventure Time” and “Eek the Cat” more than what you’d generally expect from Mickey Mouse. The only reason this doesn’t get higher on the list is simply because it IS very new to me, and while I appreciate how they amped up the hilarity, I’ve always had a sort of iffy relationship with this particular STYLE of visual humor, if that makes sense. Sometimes it REALLY makes me laugh, and other times I literally just cannot keep up with it. Again, just call me an old man or something; I guess I’ll generally prefer straight man Mickey to this lunacy…but for what it’s worth, this lunacy is something I can definitely see myself returning to many times in the future.

11. Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas.

This Christmas special was an anthology film featuring several Yuletide tales with the classic characters from the world of Mickey Mouse. Much like with “Christmas Carol,” Mickey gets top billing in the title, but he’s actually only the star in one of the featured stories. Namely, he and Minnie are the headliners for an animated adaptation of the classic story “Gift of the Magi.” In the short, Mickey has a treasured harmonica, while Minnie has a pocket watch she loves dearly. Each wants to get the other a Christmas present related to their most precious items: Minnie wants to buy Mickey a fancy case for the harmonica, and Mickey wants to get Minnie a gold chain for her watch. However, cash is tight for the pair. When their separate plans to get enough dough to afford each of their presents go awry, both mice have to make a choice on what is most precious to them: their most valued heirlooms, or each other. I won’t give away the twist ending, but if you know the story…well…you know, and if you DON’T know, you can probably guess. It’s a sweet, fun little story, and the anthology concludes with all of the characters featured throughout coming together for a musical finale, including Mickey and Minnie, of course. Overall, both this specific segment and the special as a whole are sweet, wholesome, and very fun, especially for kids. There WAS a sequel to this, called “Twice Upon a Christmas,” which I guess shows how successful the first one was…but that sequel happens to be made of moldy cheese, so we won’t talk about it here.

10. Mickey, Donald, and Goofy in The Three Musketeers.

Apparently, a lot of people really disliked this little animated adventure when it first came out, and I’m honestly not exactly sure why. Indeed, over time, this direct-to-video and TV musical movie has gained a substantial following, and I guess I’m among those who follow it. Inspired by the classic swashbuckler of “The Three Musketeers” (it can’t really be called an adaptation as the events of this story apparently take place AFTER that story in this universe), the movie features Mickey, Donald, and Goofy as a trio of servants at Queen Minnie’s castle. All three want to someday become famous Musketeers, going on adventures and protecting the kingdom. However, they are stymied by the fact that Donald is a coward, Goofy is…well…Goofy, for lack of a better way of putting it, and Mickey is considered too short for the force. However, the three get their chance thanks the wicked machinations of the treacherous Captain Pete, who assigns them as bodyguards and lets them join the ranks specifically in the belief they’ll be too incompetent to do their job, giving him a perfect chance to enact his evil schemes against the Queen. You can probably guess where things go from there. While not a brilliant picture, it’s not bad either: the animation is solid, the characters are well-used and well-portrayed, and the soundtrack - largely made using melodies from various famous ballets, operettas, and pieces of classical music - is catchy and has its moments of real cleverness. I wouldn’t by any means call it one of the greatest animated pieces of all time, but if you’re in the mood to see some swashbuckling with a slide of slapstick, it’s a fun time.

9. Runaway Brain.

This 1995 half-hour-long short is a parody of various classic horror films. It is widely regarded as possibly one of the scariest (and certainly one of the CRAZIEST) cartoons Mickey has ever appeared in. In this animated freak show, Mickey is tricked by a mad scientist, Dr. Frankenollie (ha ha, I see what you did there, Disney) into taking part in a batty experiment. The result of the experiment is that Mickey’s brain is swapped with that of a monster named Julius (basically Pete as the Frankenstein Monster). Julius ends up becoming smitten with Mickey’s girlfriend, Minnie Mouse. This leads to a darkly comedic story filled with psychotic shenanigans, as Mickey (in Julius’ body) and Julius (in Mickey’s body) constantly vie for Minnie’s affections, with widely comical results. The whole thing feels like a bizarre blend of Popeye, Frankenstein, and King Kong, all rolled into one. Incredibly bizarre and madcap in its nature, it has become something of a cult classic among Disney aficionados, and for good reason. If you ever wanted to see Mickey Mouse turn into a feral beast…first of all, I don’t know WHY you would want that, but second of all, this is the cartoon for you.

8. Wizards of Mickey.

This is the only comic I decided to include on the list, primarily because, to be honest, I’m just not super familiar with Mickey Mouse comics in general. I’ve read a few from various parts of Mickey’s history - everything from the first appearance of the Phantom Blot to an adaptation of Dracula with Mickey as Jonathan Harker and Goofy as Van Helsing (yes, that is a thing, and I ALMOST included it on this list; consider it 16th place). However, I’m by no means an expert on the subject, and I wasn’t sure what should be or should not be counted among those ranks. Maybe when I read more Mickey comics, I can do a separate, specific list of my favorites there. With all that said, of all the Mickey comics I’ve read, I think this series - which has been collected into several TPBs - is probably the best so far. Originally published in Italy (which has a LOT of really great Disney comics), “Wizards of Mickey” is a fantasy-style reimagining of the Mickey Mouse universe, inspired by “The Lord of the Rings.” In it, Mickey is a young wizard-in-training, who teams-up Donald Duck and Goofy - a pair of bungling magicians - to enter a tournament, where he plans to try and get hold of a bunch of magic crystals to help his village. Things take a turn for the worst, however, when Mickey finds out his mentor has been captured by the Phantom Blot: in this universe, a dark wizard who has his own plans for the crystals. Mickey must face the Blot’s minions, known as Team Black Phantom (led by Pete), and win the tournament to save not only his master, and not only his hometown, but the entire world. I really love the way all the different characters are used and depicted in these comics; I’d genuinely love to see them adapted to some other medium, such as a movie, TV show, or even a video game! It’s unlikely to happen, but hope springs eternal; if you’ve never really read many Disney comics, this series is a fun place to start.

7. Fantasmic!

Arguably Disney’s most popular and spectacular stage show, Fantasmic is essentially “Dream-Along” ON STEROIDS. There is basically NO plot to this show…or at least, none till about halfway through. The first half is just fun randomness, as Mickey “dreams” various adventures, love stories, and general happy times, all while dancing and performing magic tricks. However, things go wrong when the Evil Queen gazes into her Magic Mirror, who declares that as long as Mickey has control, “love will always survive,” and the Queen will never again be Fairest in the Land. Enraged, the Queen first transforms herself into The Witch, and then summons various Disney Villains to help her “turn that little Mouse’s dream into a Nightmare Fantasmic!” This results in possibly the biggest climax of any live Disney show, and possibly any live show ANYWHERE, as Mickey is forced to do battle with Maleficent in order to take back his dream and restore order to the Disney universe. Unlike “Dream-Along with Mickey,” I have actually seen this show live at Disneyland (it has been retooled since I saw it, mind you), and I can safely say it has well-earned its stellar reputation. There have actually been a few different versions of the show, including a now-defunct rendition for Tokyo’s DisneySea, and a longer version at Disney’s Hollywood Studios in Walt Disney World. However, the Disneyland version is generally considered to be the best. It remains one of the most influential live shows of any theme park, and there’s even a kicking metal song (by the band Nightwish) named after it! (pauses) No, that is not a joke, and the song is awesome, LISTEN TO IT. I am highly tempted to put this in the top five…but spectacular as it is, there’s not much in the way of plot and character, so I don’t feel justified putting it that high. Still, if you ever get a chance to see this show in any of its forms – particularly live, so you can get the full impact - you most definitely should.

6. House of Mouse.

In hindsight, this show was actually pretty weird and a tiny bit tricky to explain. Basically, this series was intended as a showcase for the Mickey Mouse Works short series, along with many older Disney cartoons. It ran between 2001 and 2003, with frequent reruns since then. The premise is simple, but also rather odd: basically, Mickey and the gang are in charge of a nightclub where all sorts of Disney characters – sourced practically every movie, various cartoons, and even a couple of rides – just…well…kind of hang out and watch cartoons. Yeah. That was basically it. Every episode had an overarching story of some kind, but the purpose of the series was showcasing the cartoons, often tied around a theme set in the main story of the episode itself. These stories ranged from the typical to the absolutely insane. Many focused on Mickey and Co. having to deal with Mickey’s two featured rivals: Pete, who wanted to shut the place down, and the scheming and conniving Mortimer Mouse. However, some episodes used major Disney film characters in wacky ways. This is especially true of the villains: for example, in one episode, Mickey plays cupid for Hades and Maleficent. In another, Jafar, of all characters, is called on to save the club with his magic, and sings a villainous version of “Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo.” Even in this show’s weirdest moments, it was a lot of fun. It’s a bit like Roger Rabbit as an animated series; just having all these Disney characters mingle together and interact leads to lots of crazy shenanigans, oddball stories, and snappy side jokes. The cartoons it showcased were often a lot of fun, too, both new and old. It even got two TV special spin-offs: “Mickey’s Magical Christmas,” and a Halloween special called “Mickey’s House of Villains,” both of which I consider guilty pleasures. It’s definitely a highlight in Mickey’s illustrious career on TV.

5. The Prince and the Pauper.

This half-hour short, produced in 1990, is an adaptation of the classic Mark Twain story, and was the first time Mickey had been seen onscreen in roughly a decade, following “Mickey’s Christmas Carol.” This cartoon has since been aired on T.V. a few times, and released to video and DVD (though I’m not sure if it has a Blu-Ray release yet). In this adventure, Mickey is cast as not one, but TWO characters. One is the wealthy, spoiled, but frightfully bored Prince, who longs to escape the humdrum life inside his palace and explore his kingdom. The other is the Pauper; a timid young beggar who longs for fame and fortune. When the two accidentally meet up, they decide to swap places for a day, which leads to both cartoonish hijinks and some surprisingly powerful emotional moments, with the Prince and the Pauper each having to learn important lessons, facing probably the most intimidating and villainous version of Pete out there, and even having the Prince’s father die pretty much right before Mickey’s eyes. Yeah, this one gets pretty heavy. It’s big on laughs, but also big on heart. Even though it’s only a half hour long, it has the production values of an out-and-out Disney feature film, and is just as good and as memorable. If you haven’t seen it already, look it up when you get the chance; two Mickeys for the price of one is a deal you don’t come by often.

4. Kingdom Hearts.

Mickey Mouse as a Yoda-like swordmaster and sorcerer. Frankly, when you hear those words, your first reaction is probably something along the lines of “WHAT?!” But, to be honest…just like other entries here, crazy as it is, it’s a lot of fun! Quite frankly, Mickey Mouse in this series is probably one of the coolest freaking characters in the games, as well as one of the most powerful. Referred to as “King Mickey,” he is the ruler of Disney Castle, and a frequent ally of Sora and perhaps especially Riku, whom he has formed a particularly close bond with. While just as optimistic and loveable as ever, this Mickey is actually…well…if you’ll pardon my language, HE’S A BAD@$$. When I say “Yoda-like,” I mean it very literally. Seeing this little mouse go bouncing off the walls with a keyblade is both incredibly funny and really freaking awesome. And while he’s got all the qualities we expect from Mickey, he can be a surprisingly serious and even dangerous character. Just to give you one example, at one point in “Kingdom Hearts II,” it actually seems like Goofy is killed. Yes, you read that correctly; he gets hit in the head with a rock, passes out, and everyone thinks he’s dead. And while I never expected he really was (as Goofy says when he pops up later, “Gawrsh…I get hit in the head all the time!”), the reactions everybody in the scene had were surprisingly powerful…ESPECIALLY Mickey. Why? Because at first of course he’s all sad…but then suddenly his fists clench, he glares to one side, and Mickey Mouse says, deathly serious, in that adorable little voice: “THEY WILL PAY FOR THIS.” I don’t care who you are; when Mickey Mouse says those words, dressed all in black and holding a giant key, you are either going to burst out laughing, mutter “Oh, it’s on now,” or both. I did both. King Mickey has only become more and more prominent in the series as it has gone on, with a few games going into his origins in this universe, and is definitely one of its most popular characters. But then again, when you have Mickey Mouse as a magical, acrobatic swordsman, would you expect anything less?

3. Mickey and the Beanstalk.

Originally featured as part of the package feature “Fun and Fancy Free” (which, as many of you will hopefully know, is one of my personal favorite Disney movies ever made), this short was once planned to be a full-length movie on its own terms. However, budget constraints at the studio due to WWII meant that it was lumped together with another short subject, “Bongo”: the story of a loveable little circus bear who longs to venture in the wild. Since then, however, “Mickey and the Beanstalk” has been viewed and released more than once on its own terms, separate from the rest of the movie it first appeared in. In this adaptation of “Jack and the Beanstalk,” trouble begins when the lunkheaded Willie the Giant (who is less “evil” and more…well…a complete idiot child with a bad, BAD temper) steals a magic harp from a little kingdom in the magical land of Happy Valley. Without the harp, the kingdom begins to fall into ruin. When Mickey ends up coming across some magic beans, he ventures up the beanstalk with Donald and Goofy to confront Willie, take back the harp, and save Happy Valley. Mickey was an experienced giant hunter by this point; he’d appeared in an earlier adaptation of the story of Jack called “Giantland,” and faced a different giant in a different fairy-tale in the classic cartoon “The Brave Little Tailor.” However, of all his exploits facing titans as silly as they are terrifying, it’s this outing that is the most lauded and well-remembered, and for good reason. It’s still one of Mickey’s best appearances and among his most iconic.

2. The Sorcerer's Apprentice. While only about the length of a typical Silly Symphony, and featuring absolutely no dialogue, “The Sorcerer's Apprentice” - first featured in the classic compilation picture, “Fantasia” - remains quite possibly Mickey’s most influential and well-recognized appearance, aside from perhaps “Steamboat Willie.” Based on the timeless fable of the same name (which the music illustrates), the sequence features Mickey as the poor apprentice of the wizard Yen Sid. Bored of doing menial chores around the sorcerer’s tower, he steals his Master’s magic hat and uses it to bring a broom to life. Mickey then has the broom carry water for him, planning to make it do allt he chores. Sadly, things go horribly wrong when the broom - unable to stop its work - begins to flood the sorcerer’s tower. The harder Mickey tries to stop the madness, the more the situation spirals out of control. It’s a cautionary tale with a couple different themes, and many people love to read into the story, as well as the characters: Mickey, of course, has often been seen as synonymous with Walt Disney himself. The character of Yen Sid – whose name, you will note, is “Disney” spelled backwards – was a caricature of the man himself, too. As noted by film historian Brian Sibley, one can see Mickey and Yen Sid’s powers as a parallel to Walt’s own sort of “inner magic;” it’s hard to see the scene of Mickey dreaming of rewriting the cosmos and happily making the ocean dance at his heels, and not think of Walt Disney’s ability to make the possible impossible, and the man’s desire to see his dreams come true. However, the fact Mickey cannot control the magic, no matter how hard he tries, is also noteworthy, especially in hindsight. This is not only due to the fact Fantasia didn’t work out the way Walt planned and hoped, but the controversies that continually crop up about the man’s life, and even the Disney company in general to this day. Taking all that out of the picture, if you just take the cartoon at face value, it’s still charming, sweet, funny, and enchanting; all the things a good Mickey Mouse piece should be. It makes a dazzling centerpiece for one of my all-time favorite Disney films.

1. Epic Mickey.

There are many, MANY reasons why I love Epic Mickey. Practically from the moment this game was announced, I was EXTREMELY interested. A game where your choices helped determine the ending was nothing exactly new, but when that game used a particularly interesting combat/gameplay system, and had a focus on story and characters, with an interest in forgotten Disney lore? Well, for me, personally, that was a HUGE source of interest! An immediate success, the game spawned two sequels – “Epic Mickey 2: Power of Two,” and “Power of Illusion,” a handheld spin-off inspired by the aforementioned “Castle of Illusion.” There were plans to have a third/fourth game to finish things off, but, for whatever reason (I seriously don’t know), the project was canceled. Disappointing as that sad fact is, the games we got were still pretty interesting, ESPECIALLY the first one. The plot is a rather meta story in which a mischievous Mickey accidentally wreaks havoc upon a world created by Yen Sid. The sorcerer has conjured up a sort of pocket universe, where forgotten Disney Dreams go to live and retire in peace. Mickey’s meddling unintentionally creates the terrifying Shadow Blot (a drastic reimagining of the Phantom Blot). The Blot is a ravenous ink monster, who transforms the happy world into a Wasteland. Years later, Mickey – now a cartoon star who has completely forgotten about his little accident, and knows nothing about the fallout – is kidnapped by the Blot and his second-in-command, the treacherous Mad Doctor. They wish to steal Mickey’s heart so they can escape the Wasteland and take over the world beyond. Using Yen Sid’s magic brush, Mickey goes on a quest through the Wasteland (a twisted version of Disneyland) to defeat both the villains and escape. The story is engaging and genuinely touching; the use of so many forgotten, abandoned, and underrated elements of Disney’s past is really fascinating, as well. The music is INCREDIBLE (seriously, this is one of my favorite video game soundtracks out there). As for Mickey? Frankly, I love how this game manages to make Mickey an action hero, without going into Kingdom Hearts territory. Make no mistake, I’m pretty sure Kingdom Hearts inspired parts of this – the concept of “action hero Mickey” certainly seems reminiscent, as does the focus on hearts and how they work – but this one handles Mickey in that role in a way that I would argue is better. KH had to reimagine the character in many ways, this one doesn’t really reimagine him at all; his appearance, his voice, his personality…all of it is classic Mickey Mouse, and whether you make him an impish rogue or a fun-loving hero, you can still root for him and believe him every step of the way. The game’s head creator, Warren Specter, said that a big draw for him on this project was a chance to present Mickey AS Mickey; not as a cute, cuddly squeaker for toddlers, nor as an over-serious action hero, but just as he always has been: the everyman and occasional prankster. And to that end, I think the game succeeds. It earns its title easily and very well, and for that, “Epic Mickey” definitely takes the top spot on this list of My Favorite Mickey Mouse Appearances.

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Thank you for responding to my ZORT! Now for my next question:

What is your all-time favorite Brinky moment? =D

Well Anonymous, you asked this perfectly easy to answer, reasonable question that I should have answered a long time ago. So, of course, I had to turn it into something needlessly long that I had to rack my brain and wring my hands over and aaaah anyway. Not your fault, but here since NOBODY asked for it, is:

MY TOP TEN BRINKY MOMENTS (OF THE 1990S): HONORABLE MENTIONS - #4

(PART II IS HERE. I might do one for the reboot soon, too, if I have time ;_;)

HONORABLE MENTIONS. NARF:

“Where Rodents Dare” – Brain looks sad about Pinky.

“Where Rodents Dare” was only the second Pinky and the Brain short ever and only the ninth episode of the original Animaniacs. It aired on September 23, 1993, the second week of the og show’s very first run. It was also the very first time I remember seeing mention of Pinky x Brain online.

It’s an incredibly short moment and seems like an extremely minor little bit. After Brain tries to communicate with Pinky via walky-talky, he gets no answer. His ears start to droop and his face falls. It’s really the first clear indication that Brain cares about Pinky and that they have a relationship beyond "angry guy and bumbling sidekick."

With two characters of this archetype, it’d be easy to imagine Brain acting comically happy at the thought of an annoying lackey’s demise and then only regretting the situation when he realizes he needs “dumb muscle” to help him complete the plan. Instead, this little moment seems totally sincere. Brain is elated when he hears Pinky’s voice and realizes that he’s thankfully okay! But Brain quickly hides his emotion when Pinky comes back into frame.

It’s an extremely early appearance of Brain’s tsundere soft side. Pinky’s love for Brain was screamingly obvious from the very beginning, but clear hints from Brain actually start appearing sooner than I used to remember.

“Just Say Narf” – Pinky Sings It! (+Bench Flirting)

Pinky: The friend that everyone wishes they had, but nobody deserves, maybe? Where would Brain be without Pinky’s cheerfulness and support?

….

Let’s not think about that, shall we?

(Also. Bench flirting.)

“Every Single Freaking Time Brain Praises Pinky” – Not Enough Episodes. NOT. ENOUGH!

“Pinky, that was perfect!” “Pinky, that’s brilliant!” “Pinky, you’re a GENIUS!” YES. YES, BRAIN. WE LOVE TO HEAR IT.

Now let’s hear it some more. MORE! 87 Billion more times! 100 years of Pinky and the Brain – Brain praising Pinky! Saying nice things!

“Hoop Dreams” – Chumsicles

“No, Pinky. Those are a delicious treat to be shared only by you and me.” What’s not to love about this little moment, which involves…the fact that Pinky and Brain like to eat fish heads on popsicle sticks together, I guess? Uuh. I know that might not sound very romantic, but actually, it really is! Brain actually makes it sound really intimate, and it’s all just so weird.

...that's a good thing.

“That One Where I Always Forget Which Skit This Is From” – “Bagels with no cream cheese?!?”

Look so sue me, I constantly forget what this is actually from, okay? But I love this little “old marrieds,” domestic type kind of moment between them in general. Pinky lets Brain know that he’s forgotten to calculate the cost of cream cheese in with their onion bagels. Brain realizes Pinky’s Omnipotent Omniscient Rightness and hastily and rightfully makes a correction. If not, Jobu Tupaki would have smote them right then and there. True story!

PUT THE CREAM CHEESE ON THE EVERYTHING BAGEL OF DEATH, PINKY.

“Brain Storm” – Brain Fixes the Scarecrow

Pretty simple, Brain takes time out of schemin’ hours to re-assemble a broken scarecrow that Pinky’s grown fond of. This is also funny foreshadowing for a Wizard of Oz gag later, I think. Mostly, it just shows that Brain values Pinky’s feelings, and will go out of his way to make Pinky feel better even if he himself thinks that Pinky is just being silly. Pinky’s feelings matter a lot to Brain.

“Wakko’s Wish” – Our Happy Ending

With the 2020 Animaniacs reboot about to end, it’s worth looking back at this – and I might write a longer post about it. For now, very briefly: Wakko’s Wish was kind of the closest thing to “endings” for the Animaniacs’ stories that we got, although I generally agree that Hooray for North Hollywood is better for the Warners themselves. And I know this is an “AU,” but, look – A! continuity is a mess, it’s “AUs” all over.

I do love a lot of the other endings (except for the Mime’s! Justice for the Mime!). It’s especially satisfying to see Buttons finally get rewarded and appreciated, and Rita and Runt finally find a home! But I actually generally like PatB’s ending, too. Yes, Pharfignewton plays far too big of a role but I, like, love her, okay and Pinky’s wish should have been about Brain, instead, definitely. Still, this ending sees them together, happy, and with a cool pet horse! Brain’s fate, having a bit of his dream (a position of some authority) but doomed to work with the Warners, is kind of fitting, in a strange way. The Warners are excellent at knocking people down a few pegs and keeping them in line if needs be, but they also have meta awareness that trying to take over the world is just Pinky and Brain’s skit’s schtick, so they’d probably just find it amusing and humor them a bit.

More importantly, it’s really cute that the very first thing that Brain does with his new authority is to make Pinky’s dream come true! Pinky also encourages Brain and Phar to get along here. After a little speed bump where she briefly eats him by accident, it seems like it might have worked. It’s a positive and peaceful little note to end the 90s franchise story forgetting that other thing, for the moment on.

SPECIAL CATEGORIES: From…That Other Thing – “Pinky’s Dream House” and “Yule Be Sorry”

Now, my thoughts on that other thing…you know, the THING are a whole…like a whole THING. So, I won’t get into it right now. Confession I'm going to cross out, and had to do a lot of old memory-searching to rediscover: I was a fan of Elmyra Duff at one point in Tiny Toon Adventure's early days, okay? But this isn't the place to get started. But I’m putting these two here in a nice convenient little box for now because I am freaking lazy and I don’t want to get into the pros and cons and TTA and so on, but they’re (the moments) both just AAAAAHHHH so darned fantastic so. YOU KNOW.

"Pinky’s Dream House" is such a sweet episode. Who wouldn’t love Pinky singing a riff on “Somewhere That’s Green” from Little Shop of Horrors, sadly minus an awesome singing man-eating plant (but nothing’s perfect)? It’s a touching look into Pinky’s dreams instead of Brain’s. Also, while I was making this list, I had the weird realization: Brain is seriously tempted to separate from Pinky not by world domination, but by the promise of a “normal” life. In “This Old Mouse” and “The Third Mouse,” he seems to be under the mistaken impression that getting a normal life also means leaving Pinky behind, but without Pinky, winds up unhappy. Here, he seems to have his cake in a frilly apron using a feather duster and eat it (*tee-heeheehee* :3), too, and for a little while, they both seem very happy.

In “Yule Be Sorry,” Brain telling Pinky that taking over the world would be pointless and worthless if Brain lost Pinky’s friendship is something we’ve known for a long, long time. Still, it’s one of the closest things (maybe the closest?) that we get to Brain confessing his true feelings to Pinky. It’s utterly heartwarming. A shame about…the episode itself.

From the Comics – “It’s A Wonderful Narf”

I do really love the PatB comics, which I bought fresh off the rack as they came out! Still, as much as Sassy Comics Pinky owns every bit of my heart and three-fourths of my spleen, and the ever more obviously gay Brinky subtext owns I dunno Maine and Idaho, the characterization can be a bit spotty and hit-or-miss for me.

One of its Christmas stories, “It’s a Wonderful Narf,” winds up surprisingly touching, though! Especially since it opens with Brain being such a massive jerk to Pinky that Pinky contemplates jumping off a bridge. Urgh. What follows is the usual “It’s a Wonderful Life” scenario where Pinky sees how much colder and bleaker a world without him would actually be, especially for Brain.

The reveal at the end, which is that Brain has staged the whole thing just to show Pinky how much he means to him, is actually pretty darn great. Yes, it’s cartoony zany that he could pull it off, and you just have to roll with the Looney-Tunes-ness. But in a way, it’s more precious than if it had been magic. Brain knows how much Pinky means to him, and goes to great lengths here to show Pinky that.

Of course, he STILL NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE, but…

And now the list proper and YES I CHEATED by grouping some moments together. :P Well...it's not against tumblr's ToS. Yet.

#10: “The Family That Poits Together, Narfs Together” – Chase Me! Chase Me!

I don’t really have to go too deep to explain why this one is so cute! In an episode about what “family” really means, Pinky initiates the same game his mother and father have been playing with each other throughout the entire episode (“Chase Me”) with Brain by playfully stealing his pencil. It’s a really nice, understated way of showing that the two mice are already a family.

Pinky also says something along the lines of, “I don’t think a family needs to be perfect to be wonderful!” And if there’s a more imperfect pair, well, then.

#9. “Megalomaniacs Anonymous” – Pinky and the Brain Go To Therapy And Talk About Their Feelings And Better Themselves as “People” and Work Out the Issues With Their Relationship

Okay I actually seriously really love this episode; I don’t mean to be quite so snarky. I just wanted to say well. For people who want this. Yeah, it can happen. It did. Why didn’t it take? Status Quo is God, welcome to the “1990s Zany Syndicated Cartoon Shorts” spot on the Sliding Scale of Continuity. The planet could explode or…I don’t know, be replaced by a Chia Earth, or they could hmmm…have both of their brains fried by a machine, and next skit, BAM, back at the start. Sorry, guys. In some magical place where syndicated, non-arc-series characters are allowed to have actual character development, their sessions, and self-improvement, continue.

#8: “Welcome to the Jungle” and “Snowball” – Saving The Day…Eventually (For You)

I grouped these two together because they have a few similar elements that I love:

Brain falls into the pits of bleakest despair that mean he’s at the Act II Low-Point three act structure blah blah blah. He’s spurred out of it, of course, by his love for Pinky. And what could pluck the heartstrings harder than a megalomaniac lab mouse rushing heedlessly into danger to save his One True Love trusty sidekick and best friend in the whole, wide world?

In some odd way, the mice actually come together as a team to save the day! It’s kind of rare to see them working together (even if it is in unusual ways) to bring out the best in each other and triumph, but it’s here in different ways. In “Snowball,” Brain supplies the mechanical suit and starts the mouse vs. hamster showdown, but it’s actually Pinky who takes Snowball down in a moment of true Pinky brilliance – one of my favorite things! In “Welcome to the Jungle,” Brain only manages to become MacGuyver and kick Snowball’s fuzzy behind because Pinky went full MacGuyver first – he led the way and inspired Brain.

#7: “Broadway Malady” and “This Old Mouse” – Happier Without You?

I think people have often noticed “Broadway Malady,” where Pinky seems to be doing pretty well without Brain, but is actually miserable. What gets mentioned less often, in my experience, are “This Old Mouse” and “The Third Mouse,” where Brain seems to be doing pretty well without Pinky (in the sense of making connections with people and supposedly being “happy now"), but is actually miserable.

Both of their reactions reveal a lot of each mouse’s character, and are typical, really: Pinky knows that he’s unhappy (to the point that he sings an entire musical number about it, and to all of Broadway!), and he knows it’s because he misses Brain. Brain, meanwhile, is in denial that he’s unhappy (“I’m happy, do you hear me?! HAPPY!!” Yeeeeahhhffffft reeeeaaal convincing there, Brain), and even if he is (which he isn’t!), it’s only because he misses trying to take over the world. Right?

It's interesting to see what actually drives a wedge between the two mice. In both of these episodes and “The Third Mouse,” Brain is the one who leaves, and it’s usually for something “humble” – having a “normal” job, finding love and settling down, making pretentious obnoxious art according to his own personal vision that nobody else likes (okay, that seems less humble, but compared to being world conqueror?), etc. Pinky, meanwhile, might self-sacrifice for Brain like in the Halloween episode, or stand up for his morals, but only seems driven to actually leave in “Snowball” when Snowball tricks him into believing that Brain never actually cared about him. Which Brain probably doesn’t help with, by…you know…constantly claiming that he doesn’t actually care about Pinky. Brain, you…fuzzy, fuzzy butt, you.

Both of these episodes show how devastated each mouse can get when they’re apart. Brain sneaks into Pinky’s performances mourning their lost friendship to weep silently in hiding as he gazes on; Pinky finds a yam that kinda sorta looks like Brain if you squint at it funny in the right light and becomes instantly obsessively attached. Oh, the angst! Angst! the Musical, even. The end of “Broadway Malady” shows the great lengths that Pinky will go to yet again, but “This Old Mouse” does even more so, as Pinky goes full action hero and defies both fate and the odds to save Brain’s life.

It's pretty notable that in “The Old Mouse,” all Pinky can think about is saving Brain’s life, and all Brain can think about is Pinky forgetting about him and getting himself (Pinky) to safety. There’s really nothing these two mice won’t sacrifice for each other, and for good or ill, they each value the other one more than themselves: here, in danger, the other mouse’s life and safety are the only thing on each rodent’s mind.

#6: “Operation Sea Lion” – In a Disney Film!

It strikes me as really weird, to be honest, that I put this one this high. What the heck, me? Why?

I guess it’s like this. This is just a really genuinely sincere and sweet episode for both mice. Brain is an unusually really great friend here, trying to help out with Winny despite thinking it’s doomed between her and Pinky – like in “Brain Storm,” what’s important to Brain is that it matters to PINKY. Pinky even rubs Pinky’s back to comfort him and HOLDS HIS HAND <3 <3 <3 :3

As for Pinky, it might seem strange to put an episode about Pinky “pursuing someone else” on a Brinky Moments list. But despite one line here that I really hate about Pinky not knowing where babies come from (way too childish, characterization-wise, for my taste), it actually shows Pinky taking some nice steps. Some of Pinky’s other “pursuits of animals (or socks)” just show Pinky assuming that this or that animal or creature is his “girlfriend,” without obviously being able to communicate with them. I thought it was really sweet that Pinky was actually trying to learn to talk to Winny here, and to hear about her thoughts and feelings. It showed, at least by zany cartoon standards, a bit more of a mature approach to romance, and is nice for me to think about in a Brinky mindset – Brain’s got to be even harder to talk to than an animal from a different species after all. Pinky's got his work cut out for him, and this is great practice!

#5: “Brain’s Night Off” – First-Date Jitters

Okay, granted part of this is just because I’m losing steam here, but I think some of these speak for themselves. “Pinky and Brain’s Date Night” is adorable – albeit awkward. And I don’t even care one whit what the writers meant it as; I see first-date jitters there, and nothing else. Brain’s corny "snoring barnacle" joke seems like the kind of thing Pinky would usually laugh at, because Pinky laughs at almost everything, and unlike Brain’s unhinged rant outta nowhere in “Das Mouse” about turning into a hawk and eating baby mice alive and seriously what the ever living whatever was that Brain?!?!? ANYWAY. This joke was harmless.

But put the mice in what looks pretty much EXACTLY like a romantic date for all the world to see, and the butterflies come home to roost. In the end, once they get more comfortable, Pinky and Brain prove that even a roll-around in a mashed-potato castle can be the height or romance…provided you do it with the right person. Er, mouse.

#4: “That Smarts” – The Gift of the Magi: Pinky and the Brain Edition

Okay, so the story The Gift of the Magi always used to make me angry as a kid, and you know what? It still does!

But I get it, okay? The real gift is LOVE. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I get it.

In this case, instead of being out a head of hair and a watch (note: the guy got the worse deal out of that; hair grows back), we have two brain-fried mice sitting in a cage, with absolutely no clue in the world what they’re going to do tomorrow night. Invest in Tesla stock, maybe?

This is another one I want to make its own post for, because it somehow sums up for me a big reason that I ship this! It’s constantly the characters doing what one WOULDN’T expect these archetypes to do!

Brain thinks Pinky is the reason all their plans fail? Well, he’ll just get rid of Pinky, right? After all, Brain only keeps Pinky around because he’s using him to take over the world! Well, no, Brain never considers that; Brain “keeps Pinky around” because Pinky is his best friend and he loves him, even if he thinks (wrongly) that Pinky’s just a hindrance on the world conquest front.

Pinky’s been made smart? Well, clearly, he’s going to turn into a huge jerk and reveal that his friendship with Brain was never real, right? After all, he only seemed nice because he was too darned dumb to know any better and he was also too dumb to form real relationships, he just seemed cluelessly friendly to everything because of his sheer stupidity! Well, no. Pinky’s the exact same Pinky he’s always been, he just knows a bunch of new math stuff now. And Brain’s friendship is more important to him then being good at taking over the world.

Another thing to throw in here is Brain sacrificing his own intelligence instead of asking Pinky to give up his, as short-sighted as that turns out to be. He doesn’t even seem to consider it. Brain chooses to give up what makes him "special" and let Pinky take the lead rather than asking Pinky to give that away now.

There’s more I want to say, but TL;DR: It’s not a show about taking over the world. It’s about two friends who care about each other.

It’s a love story.

Okay, I’m actually going to take a break here and put the Top Three in another post, really just because I’m tired. Hope to see you then!

EDIT: Part II is now over here!

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A Good Morning - (Ilya/f!Reader)

(header art is by @drawlypsy of lil bubblegum boy Ilya. you can see the full piece HERE.)

another fic about my genshin OC because he's a tall glass of water and i'm just a little desert rodent desperate for a lil bit of hydration. if i'm going to suffer at my own hands i'm taking y'all down with me. behold.

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Ilya/f!Reader 1,095 Words - NSFW Cockwarming, morning sex, pre-established relationship, use of Dove and Little Dove as terms of endearment, mild dirty talk.

No preview before the cut on this one, it's just PWP.

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The room holds a hazy sort of ambience as the morning creeps over the horizon. It’s gray and dreamlike as your eyes crack open, struggling to get your thoughts together to take track of sensations.

There’s the warmth of Ilya at your back, his chest aligned along your spine as he cradles you. The room is a little chilled, thanks to the low temperatures of Snezhnaya. And then there’s the insistent pressure inside you, comfortable but noticeable as Ilya’s hips rock forward, his cock nudging further inside you.

Memories come back - the long night together, Ilya pulling your body close as he nudges himself inside, insistent that you just go to sleep and don’t worry about what he’s doing. Perhaps he never even pulled it out in the first place.

Ilya’s hand lies on your waist, holding you steady as his hips roll again with agonizing slowness. The silence is interrupted by your quiet whine at the gentle friction. The hand on your waist slides down, following the curve of your body to your thigh, where he squeezes gently. His voice is smooth despite the early hour as he murmurs in your ear, “Are you awake, yet?”

“Mm… barely.” You respond in a similar tone, your eyelids fluttering back closed. Another shift, his cock moving deeper, and your breath leaves your lungs in one long exhale that quivers at the edges. Ilya’s thumb draws circles against the skin of your thigh, and while propping himself up on his elbow, he looks down at you with keen eyes. Somehow, you feel more sensitive than ever before. Perhaps he’d been working you up long before you awoke, or it could just be a side effect of him warming his cock in you through the night. As your face twists with quiet pleasure, Ilya leans in to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Are you enjoying yourself, dove?”

Instead of words, you respond with a weak cry of pleasure. His hand leaves your thigh, unabashedly reaching between your legs to dip into your pussy. Ilya’s fingers find your clit with the ease of a man who has memorized your body, stroking the slippery nub with unhurried movements. Instead of starting any sort of attempt to fuck you properly, he pulls your hips back enough to completely bury himself and leave it there.

The circling of his fingers makes you tense around him, clenching and flexing with movements that only make him even harder inside. With slow movements, he kisses your cheek, then jaw, then just beneath your ear with words that betray how this is affecting him. “That’s good… so good.”

As you roll your head more to the side, giving in and letting him kiss and suck along the column of your neck, his toothy grin makes itself known with how his teeth nip at you. “That’s right, dove. Just relax for a bit, let me take care of you.”

Despite his words, he seems barely interested in making either of you cum just yet. In fact, it’s as if he just wants to bask in the feelings that build up to it, dragging them out with each kiss peppered along your bare shoulder. The tip of his cock is almost uncomfortably deep, but it only serves to make you burn with anticipation at the knowledge that no one has gone quite as far as he has.

Maybe it’s your heartbeat tricking you, but you’re certain you can feel him throbbing against your walls. An amused sound leaves him as you tense, your hips moving to get some of that friction he’s denying you. Ilya can be too much sometimes, but this morning he takes pity on the both of you.

With a little grunt, he pulls back, then sharply snaps forward. Like he was made just for you, the angle of his cock drags against the particular spot inside that pulls a sharp, broken sound from the back of your throat.

Slow, relaxed breaths center him as he digs his fingers into your thigh. “Let yourself go. Let me feel you come around me.”

Almost as if you were waiting for permission, your hips rock back against his cock, then forward against his circling fingers, and you come apart like he demands. An exhilarated expression lights his face as he watches you shatter, your back arching as he guides you through your peak, then the valley that follows. No expression crosses your face that he doesn’t immediately analyze and tuck away in the back of his eyelids to reminisce about later.

“Good, very good, darling. Now stay like that for just a moment…”

His hand on your hip squeezes once, just to emphasize that it’s time for him to do a little more. That hand travels to your knee, hitching it up until it’s hooked over his elbow. Ilya looks impossibly smug as he watches the way your eyes snap open in surprise. Despite the sluggishness of the morning, his movement snaps forward with a sudden burst, burying deep inside you once more.

Ilya’s forehead presses against the side of your head as he thrusts deep, stretching you open around his length over and over. Instinctively, your body moves in sync with him, encouraging him to fuck his cock deeper, harder, with a sudden frenetic energy that speaks of his own impending release.

“Ngh… I’m almost there, just-...” Ilya’s voice cuts off as you gather up just enough faculties in your mind to purposely clench around him, tightening until he finds it hard to even move. Something ragged and ruined comes out from the bottom of his chest, groaned against your hair. Ilya’s hips slap against your ass one more time before releasing inside, forcing himself in as deep as he can, like he’s staking some claim that no one else could hope to challenge.

Ilya whines as you grin up at him, flexing yourself around his sensitive cock that he has yet to pull out of you - again.

Letting your leg back down, he wraps his arm around your hips to pull you close once more, just as he had when you first woke up. It’s still a bit early yet, and as he lays a kiss on your shoulder and his breathing slows, you reason that you can get a little more sleep before the day truly begins.

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