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korasonata · 3 years

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I think this is just what my blog is now. Model streams have taken over. Sorry, not sorry. Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo paper model streams part 5! (Featuring a heavily sleep deprived Joe)

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Cleo (talking to her cat): Ok. You have had attention. Are you— are you going to go? *pausing* This is the sort of thing I ask Joe. Umm… *laughing*

Joe: Constantly!

Cleo: *laughing* You’ve had your attention, can you go now?

Joe: Can you just not be here. *both laughing*

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Cleo: Yeah, I have to start gluing things to other things. Badly. And, uh, realizing where I’ve messed up. Which is EVERYWHERE!

Joe: Uh oh.

Cleo (totally not fine): Its fine. It’s fine. I’m fin— how are you Joe?

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Joe: It makes about as much sense as anything else I do? So…

Cleo: I mean yeah. I mean, I wasn’t gonna say it cause I’m not rude. But, you know.

*both laughing*

Joe: Now you’re just lying to me!

Cleo: *laughing* WOW!! Joe!! My heart is just hurting! Now.

Joe: Mhm.

Cleo: You can tell can’t you, I’m deeply— intensely wounded by that statement that you just made.

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Joe: I was gonna say, we’re gonna have to call whatever the British version of an ambulance is.

Cleo: Um, I think— and I could be wrong here, the British equivalent of an ambulance is…an ambulance.

Joe: oh, ok that’s really good to know. Cause like, not that I’m planning on getting injured while I’m over there, but like—

Cleo: I mean, if you carry on talking that way you might.

Joe: I mean if I meet you, then there’s a chance that somethings gonna get shoved in my eye or something.

Cleo: Somethings gonna get taken off.

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Joe: I mean, they say it’s the shotty carpenter that blames his poor tools, but I mean look at this.

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Cleo (about her bisexual tags on twitch): Hold on, hold on, I need to explain what “visibility” means to bisexuals. Bisexuals are often— um, hidden in the community. They are often, um, not treated as either part of the gay community and the straight community doesn’t really appreciate them either. So, having visibility for bisexuals is very important. As it is for any other place. Also having those tags on your stream show that you are a safe place for those people to go. So, you know, actually labeling those things is important because it shows people that they are not alone. And not being alone? Really important. (To Joe) Sorry, am getting frustrated.

Joe: As somebody who’s been alone for the last year and a half with this stupid isolation, uh, yeah.

Cleo: Yeah! Being alone and not feeling alone is really important.

Joe: If you need to be explained at this point in the pandemic why feeling alone is not good, like I don’t know what to say.

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Cleo (reading chat): What’s my favourite minecraft mob? Do people have favourite minecraft mobs?

Joe (very tired): Just say whichever mod’s here. Who’s got a sword *scrolling through Cleo’s chat* umm… yeah it’s AnnaBomBanana. Is everyone’s favourite minecraft mod.

Cleo: …moB.

Joe: …MOB! OH!

Cleo: *continuous laughing*

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Joe: This is gonna go off of the rails further and further. There’s no— there’s no rails anymore! It’s just, somebody has scrawled “here there be dragons” on the ground.

Cleo: I mean, isn’t that pretty much how you live your life anyway?

Joe (high pitched squealing): It kind of is. *laughing continues*

Cleo: You know. Here there be dragons— Sometimes it’s not dragons. Sometimes you might be lucky.

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Joe: So, like, one thing you can do is after this project you can build tiny dollhouses. And create like a bedroom for each of your tools. And so the knife can just be in the knife room. In the dollhouse. And it can have a knife day.

SILENCE

Cleo: Umm…I’m gonna pretend like what you said made sense.

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Cleo: I could have said something really nasty then, but I’m not going to. See? I’m growing as a person Joe.

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Joe: You know what? Hold on, we’re gonna— we’re gonna— at the point where NJ is concerned about my caffeine intake, I’m gonna go get a red bull and I’m gonna take my headphones off before anybody can tell me otherwise, byeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Be right back!!!! *leaves*

Cleo (calling after him): Well done Joe! I believe in you! *narrating* She did not in fact believe in Joe, and was very concerned.

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Cleo: I know when there’s a bad idea. It’s when Joe has made it. Joe has suggested it, that’s— that’s when you know it’s bad.

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Joe: I know that there are ways to have computers automatically send invites, but that’s a good way, like, I know there’s a saying like, to error is human, but to screw up like a hundred thousand things all at once—

Cleo: That’s the Joe Hills Difference.

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Cleo: Ugh, I feel like poop today.

Joe (genuine): I’m sorry.

Cleo (tiredly): No, that’s ok…(groggy) I’ll torment you…later…it’ll make me feel better…

Joe (equally as tired): Yay!

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Joe (about Cleo and Xisuma): But Cleo, you’re the responsible adult in this scenario, so yeah you probably should have some answers.

Cleo: X is almost as old as I am.

SILENCE

Joe: …it’s a maturity gap?

Cleo: *laughing* Is that why I’m here with you?

Joe: …no.

Cleo: *laughing*

Joe: I say very confidently.

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Joe (teacher voice): Quantum mechanics is a fundamental theory in physics that provides a description of the physical properties of nature at the scale of atoms and subatomic particles—

Cleo: *flipping him off*

Joe (blissfully unaware): Now classical physics! The collection of theories that existed before the advent of quantum mechanics—

Cleo: *trying to ignore him*

Joe (carrying on): Quantum mechanics differs from classical physics in that energy, momentum, angular momentum, and other quantities of a bound system are restricted to discreet values—

Cleo: *fingers drumming impatiently*

Joe (still going): Now! Quantum mechanics arose gradually from theories to explain observations which could not be reconciled with classical physics—

Cleo: *physically going through all 5 stages of grief*

Joe: (insert continuously long string of rambling science here)

Cleo: *mutes Joe*

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Cleo (responding to her partner in chat): You have the movie poster for Dora the Explorer? Cam, I’m suddenly questioning our relationship now.

Joe: Uh oh.

Cleo: *laughing*

Joe: Yeah, I knew I was gonna get blamed for that eventually.

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Cleo (frustrated): I’m gonna kill someone. And since the person who made and designed this castle isn’t here…(trailing off) Hi Joe.

Joe (accepted his fate): Hello.

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Joe: Have you ever officiated a wedding?

Cleo: No I haven’t. Why, do you want me to?

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Joe: Oh! Oh! I found my cross stitch the other day!

Cleo: Oh cool!

Joe: *rummaging in the background* Yeah, so, I don’t know if you’ve seen this before—

Cleo (excitedly): ShowMeShowMeShowMeShowMe!!!

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Joe (reading chat): Am I excited for Minecraft Live? Umm…

SILENCE

Joe: You know, so much of life is minecraft, but you know, maybe this is just a step too far. You know? Um, I think Mojang asked if they could and never stopped to ask if they should. Um, you know, I think their decision in particular to clone dinosaurs at the event as part of their Jurrassic Park, uh, map thing that they put out— which, also, it’s not even like the Jurrassic Park movies are really for kids, but here’s— here’s Minecraft with Jurrassic Park in it, and also we’re gonna clone a bunch of dinosaurs for this livestream, it’s like *groaning*. I dunno. I’m dubious. I think it’s gonna backfire. Ya know, there’s like 4 cautionary films about why you don’t clone dinosaurs. And they’re just jumping in feet first. So…but, you know, I’d like to be wrong about this. Maybe it’ll go great.

Cleo: …are you having a moment Joe?

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Cleo (reading chat): “when the arts and crafts streams become Cleo with a scream mask” I am not X. I am not X, I promise you I’m not X. I just don’t have a face.

Joe: Heh

Cleo: And if I was— hang on I’ll be back in a second.

Joe: …wait, did you just realize that you do have a scream mask?

Cleo: No, I have a better mask. *leaves*

SILENCE

Joe: *watching Cleo’s stream intensely*

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Cleo: Are we seriously doing guillotine jokes right now? I’m not saying I disapprove, but

Joe: yeah, we say “Giatine”

Cleo: That’s ok, you can be wrong.

Joe: …It’s a french word.

Cleo: And? You’re allowed to be wrong.

Joe: …*deep sigh*

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Joe: It’s funny too. Because people will tell me that I don’t seem like a very— like, mostly my coworkers. Like, would tell me that I didn’t seem like a particularly emotional person.

Cleo: *bursts out laughing*

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Joe: Yeah, I feel like I didn’t make a lot of…visible progress today…but…it’s fine…

Cleo: I made progress for both of us Joe.

Joe (tiredly): Thank you Cleo… (resting head against the ring light)

SILENCE

Cleo (tenderly): …You’re welcome.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombiecleo #zombie cleo #joehills #joe hills

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justdalek · 2 years

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Yuuuh Creek fic!

Content warning for self hatred

Yes, there's angst cuz Dalek can't stop herself whoops

This fic is shorter than what I usually write cuz I'm still making sure that I keep these two in character so my bad if this first fic is kinda out of character lol

“… God damn it.”

Craig Tucker was staring at his reflection in the mirror, his monotonous face slightly irked. He gripped the comb in his hand tightly.

“Can’t believe I’m balding this fast… fuck.”

Craig was only thirty-three, but the area around the top of his head was losing more and more hair by the day. His coworkers at NASA were already joking that Craig was going to look like a stereotypical father and he didn’t even have kids at all. And yes, Tweek sometimes waking up at unholy hours in the middle of the night due to night terrors might contribute to Craig losing his hair (he worries for his husband contrary to popular belief), but something else much deeper disturbed Craig.

“... Maybe I should just go bald.”

If it was one thing that haunts Craig, it’s him turning into his father, Thomas Tucker. His father was very abrasive, a cheater, and threatens violence on a daily basis. Of course, Craig’s balding pattern happened to be the exact same as his father’s, which made his hand ball into a fist and-

“Craig?”

Craig snapped out of his thoughts and froze. His hand was in a fist, reared back, and aimed at punching the mirror. His eyes snapped to another part of the mirror that showed the doorway where Tweek Tweak was standing, looking nervous while holding two cups of coffee. Craig swiftly put his fist in his lap and turned around in his chair.

“Hey there, honey,” Craig’s face remained rather monotonous, but his eyes were, for the first time in perhaps ever, terrified.

“C-Craig? Errr… are you ok?” Tweek’s hands were shaking a little.

“Yeah, of course I’m fine,” Craig tried to move from his seat to no avail.

“U-umm… I b-brought coffee…” Tweek moved a few steps into their bedroom.

“Uh huh, I see that,” Tweek moved a few steps further.

“A-are you sure you’re alright?” Tweek was now right in front of Craig.

“I…” Craig‘s mouth moved, but nothing was coming out. Tweek set the cups of coffee down on the dresser and put his hand lightly on Craig’s balled up fist.

“I-I know that y-you’ve been pretty tired l-lately…. I dunno what the mirror did to you, b-but I don’t want to drive you to the hospital for getting into a f-fight with the mirror,” Tweek laughed a little, trying to defuse whatever was going on. Craig tightened his fist, then finally got up and pulled Tweek into a bear hug.

“Thank you, Tweek…”

Tweek froze up, a normal reaction to unexpected hugs, but he hugged back.

“O-of course, Craig.”

#d writes #creek #sp creek #craig tucker #sp craig #sp tweek #tweek tweak #south park #sp #south park post covid #kinda? I mean its mainly the designs not so much mentioning the special

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 1]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; masturbation, daddy!kink. Hello! WELCOME TO CHERRY BOMB! Introductory chapter, so it might be a ‘lil slow to start. 🥰💕 Also just wanna say thank you to everyone who waited so patiently for Cherry Bomb! 💕 And also! The formatting of this might be a little different and seem longer, so excuse me for a bit as I figure out the best formatting for this as we go! 😅 If you haven’t already read the drabble this starts after, you can read it right here! You don’t necessarily have to, but it might not make complete sense if you don’t so if you have time, please start there~! 💕 yeehaw!

chapters; 1/?

“Hi dom.cheol!

I just wanted to thank you for your constant support for me~ I’d be nowhere without you~! I’ve been thinking it over and I know I don’t really do private shows or anything… but I would really be interested in doing one for you, free of charge for my biggest supporter! If you’re interested, I’d love to hear back from you! I’m free right now actually, maybe we can even cam and get to know each other better? ;) Hope to hear from you soon! xx cherry_clouds”

Seungcheol can hear his heart pounding in his ears and his fingers going numb when he looks over your message for what has to be the sixth or seventh time now.

He figures he needs to say something but he doesn’t know what; only the sounds of his own screams filling his head as he reads the message again to make sure he’s not dreaming.

“Fuck! Fuck! What do I even say to this?!” He panics, raking his fingers through his hair. Checking the clock, it’s already been ten minutes since you sent the message and he didn’t want to keep you waiting too long for a response but he really didn’t even know what to say.

Seungcheol groans, palms slamming onto the keyboard without a second thought.

dom.cheol: aedeflkijl

cherry_clouds: oh! you’re alive!

“Shit!” He did not mean to send that keysmash.

dom.cheol: fuck, sorry i didn’t mean to send that

dom.cheol: my cat ran across the keyboard

Seungcheol doesn’t own a cat either.

cherry_clouds: aww! It’s okay! I love cats~ you should send me pics sometime! 🥰

A blush coats Seungcheol’s cheek; trying to not let the giddiness take over as he tries to keep his cool when talking to you. He cracks his knuckles, willing the nerves away to the best of his ability before he slips back into his ‘calm and collected’ online presence.

cherry_clouds: How’s your night? Did you enjoy the show~ 💖

dom.cheol: of course, sweetheart. you know i always enjoy watching and supporting you.

He leans back, a genuine smile on his face. Seungcheol spent most of his paychecks on gifts for you, whether it was monetary or clothing or toys for you to use during your shows. There were times when he wondered if this was the right thing to do, or if he was spending his money on something that wasn’t worth his time or energy. But he also couldn’t deny the happiness that he felt when he saw you using the gifts he’d sent or the shoutouts that you’d always give him.

Tonight had gone a little differently than he ever expected, but he didn’t mind.

cherry_clouds: ><;; i wouldn’t be where i am if it weren’t for you always supporting me… I’m really thankful!

You bite your lip, giggling as you sit on your bed. dom.cheol seemed like a really nice person when he’d comment on your cam shows and you were hoping that he would be the exact same in private, which is why you finally gathered all the courage to ask him if he wanted a private show.

There were a lot of risks you took with doing cam shows which you knew when you first started. You didn’t hide your face and even though you’d set up a different address for your mail and gifts, it didn’t stop people from sending you weird things as well. You also had your fair share of people who weren’t very kind and people who tried to get you to do things you weren’t comfortable with, but dom.cheol was always someone in the chat who always made you feel safe.

cherry_clouds: oh! About the private show… were you up for it tonight?

dom.cheol: can i ask for something different? I promise it won’t be something weird.

You quirk a brow, fingers hovering over your keyboard. In all honesty, there were only a few things you really knew about dom.cheol. You knew ‘cheol’ was part of his name because of his username and because he always sent gifts under ‘cheol’ and that he was somewhere in his 20’s. But other than that, you were completely in the dark about anything else about him. You were taking a really big risk by even offering him a private show; you just wished that it was the right decision.

cherry_clouds: um… what did you have in mind?

Seungcheol swallows the lump in his throat, nervousness eating him up again in an instant. He knew that there were boundaries he couldn’t cross and he knew that there was only so much the two of you knew about each other so he wasn’t sure if he was crossing any sort of boundary by asking for favors.

dom.cheol: i mean, you’re probably tired so i didn’t want to force you to do a show for me… i thought maybe we could do a voice call? And just talk for a little bit.

cherry_clouds: oh! Are you sure? I’m fine with that but only if you are!

He bites his knuckles, screaming quietly at how cute and caring you were towards him, even when you contacted him first.

dom.cheol: yeah, of course! I just… i don't want you to be tired. And I would enjoy talking to you if that’s okay.

cherry_clouds: I’d like that too! Okay, let me just get all set up and put some stuff away and i’ll call you, okay? Don’t leave! hehe~ 🥰

dom.cheol: take your time, sweetheart. :)

You nod, although he can’t see it.

Gathering your things and tugging the sheets off your bed, you quickly get cleaned up, tossing your dirty sheets in a pile to be washed along with your toys. You didn’t want to keep him waiting too long and figured you’d deal with it later instead.

It takes you about fifteen minutes to get cleaned up, tossing on a big shirt and panties as you hop back onto your bed with your laptop and clean bed sheets.

cherry_clouds: okay~ i’m ready!

dom.cheol: ready when you are ;)

You locate the call button, nervously pressing it and watching as the call attempts to connect. He answers it on the third ring, a deep voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

It shocks you for a second, a shiver running up your spine with how deep his voice seemed to be. “H--hello? dom.cheol?” There’s a deep chuckle on the other end and you can almost visualize the smirk on his face.

“That’s me, sweetheart. But you can call me Seungcheol. I feel that’s easier on the mouth, hmm?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, unsure. You weren’t really comfortable with giving him your real name just yet and most often than not, your viewers just called you ‘cherry’ or cute pet names which you preferred.

“Sweetheart, don’t worry about giving me your name. I know that’s private, so don’t feel pressured.”

His gentle voice sends your heart fluttering, a shy smile on your lips at his words. “O-okay, sorry I just… you know how it is…” You trail off, twirling a piece of hair around your finger.

“I know and I’m really thankful you gave me this opportunity. It’s nice getting to talk to you like this.”

“Mm, y’know your voice is really deep, Seungcheol! It’s really hot~”

Giggling, you lean up against your pillows, placing your laptop next to you as you lie down. “Oh? What did you imagine when you thought of me, baby?” The drawl in his voice has thrums of arousal pooling in your lower abdomen; thighs rubbing together at the simple question. “Umm.. I dunno… I just… you mentioned being in your twenties before so… I’m just getting used to putting a voice to the name I guess~” His laugher pours through your speakers and you can’t help but fall deeper in love with his voice.

“You didn’t think I was some forty year old pervert, did you?”

This time it’s your turn to giggle, jokingly rolling your eyes at the ceiling. “No, never. And anyway, your taste in lingerie was too good. Which by the way, all of my favorite sets are the ones you’ve sent me!”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I like to think I’m a ‘lil fashionable.”

“Oh? Can you tell me more about you? I like hearing you talk~”

Seungcheol hums on the other end, pausing to think about what he should tell you.

On most days, he worked at his local roller-skating rink and as boring as it was, it paid extremely well. Then again, that was mostly because nobody really wanted to work there so his boss paid him overtime to keep him there; not that he minded.

The only problem was that it wasn’t exactly a cool or intriguing story to tell; to him at least.

“Hmm, what should I tell you… I don’t exactly work anywhere fancy. But I will say, it pays well. So well that I can spoil you with gifts and donations without a problem. Which, thank you, for always using my gifts.” He pauses.

“By the way, can I ask you a question?” Seungcheol clenches his jaw; it was now or never.

“Mm? Sure~”

“Those things you said about me… That sometimes you pretend it’s my cock when you play with the toys I get you and you wanting me to cum inside your tight ‘lil pussy… Do you really think those things?” Seungcheol’s voice drops an octave and you feel yourself clench around nothingness at the sudden desire to get fucked by this man you’d only just started speaking to.

“I---Y-yes… I have… I m-mean, I don’t know what you look like but--but I just… S-sometimes it’s hard to get off so I have to mentally visualize something…” You trail off, your hand already running down your torso before you start rubbing yourself over your panties. “Sometimes I imagine that you have really big hands when you’re guiding me down onto your cock... Or when they’re wrapped around my throat...”

“Oh? So now that you’ve heard my voice, will you think about it when you’re thinking of my cock fucking your cunt? Hmm? Or when I’m telling you to cum and get my cock nice and wet?” You can hear the cockiness in his voice just as you slide your panties to the side, fingertips sliding through your wet folds.

“I--mmh, uh, y-yeah…”

“Sweetheart, are you touching yourself?”

You moan loudly, body already sensitive from the night’s previous activities but you can’t stop your fingers from rubbing circles around your clit. “Y-yeah, ngh, ‘m sorry, it’s just--you sound so good, ‘Cheol~ I like… listening to you talk dirty to me… It’s different seeing you type it out but god, it sounds so good when it’s your actual voice... I can’t imagine how handsome you are to match...”

If Seungcheol could do backflips right now, he would, but he keeps his calm, taking a deep breath before he continues. “Yeah? Do you like it when daddy tells you what to do? Hmm? Do you like when daddy spoils you rotten? Buys you toys that keep your pussy nice and filled?”

“F--fuck, yes, daddy! Please!” You mewl, toes curling against the sheets as you slip in a single digit into your throbbing pussy. “Do you already have your fingers inside that tight cunt of yours?” You moan in response, nodding at the air as your eyes flutter shut.

“I want you to add another finger, sweetheart. I know you can take it. You must be so sensitive from earlier, huh? And yet here you are, fingering yourself to the sound of my voice.” There’s an airy chuckle at the end that you commit to memory; the sound fueling your wet dreams of Seungcheol being ruthless in his punishments and the deep and dark chuckles that would flood your ears.

But you listen, adding another finger as you scissor them inside of you. The stretch feels good, but you can’t help but imagine how big Seungcheol’s cock really was.

The call is quiet for a few minutes; the sound of your moans and wetness being the only thing Seungcheol can hear. The adrenaline rushes through his veins and he doesn’t even care about the fact he’s already hard; just wanting you to get off on his voice before he deals with himself later.

“Bet you’re thinking about my cock now, huh? I bet I could get you to cum just from sitting on it, just like you said. Fuck, I bet you’d look so good riding me. Or maybe you’d like to sit on my face? Cum on my tongue first and then cum on my cock. And I’d let you have it all.”

You whine at his words, feeling the pleasure building up in your body insanely fast at Seungcheol’s filthy promises. “Yes, god, I want all of it, daddy, please let me cum!”

“Okay, princess, why don’t you touch your ‘lil clit for me. I know it’s not the same but pretend it’s my tongue on your clit and my fingers deep inside your pussy. I want you to cum on my tongue, let me taste how sweet you are.”

You thrust your fingers into you faster, thumb on your clit as garbled moans and broken cries of Seungcheol’s name spill from your lips.

“I’m cumming, f--fuck, daddy, I’m cumming!” You cry, back bowing off the sheets as Seungcheol praises you over the call; his voice music to your ears in the midst of your orgasm.

Seungcheol’s toes curl against his carpeted floor, heart pounding in his ears when he hears his own name rolling off of your tongue. I could get used to that, he thinks. But he quickly brushes the thoughts away, grounding himself again. Okay, but I shouldn’t ‘cause this was a one time thing.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“Mmhmm… y-yeah…”

Your airy breaths pour out of his speakers as he waits for you to come down from your high.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry Seungcheol I--I didn’t… um, I wasn’t expecting that… I mean I was but--but not like that?” You finish with a breathy laugh, sliding your sticky fingers from between your legs as you wipe them on your shirt.

“S’okay, me neither, I feel like I didn’t tell you much about me.” He laughs, running his fingers through his hair.

“Mmm… I mean… I--I wouldn’t mind… talking again? I liked hearing your voice. And maybe next time we can actually talk and not… y’know…” You trail off, staring at the ceiling.

If you weren’t tired from your show, you were definitely tired now; eyes threatening to slide shut from the sleepiness.

“Oh... a next time? I don’t want you to feel pressured into talking to me, sweetheart.” Seungcheol offers. His mind is going a mile a minute at the prospect of a next time but he knows he can’t make you do anything, nor did he want to.

“Hmm... well, how about this! Why don’t you... send me a message with your real phone number and---and a picture of yourself! And then I’ll contact you so you don’t feel like you’re botherin’ me or something.” You feel the adrenaline rushing through your body, ears and face hot now that you’d asked for his personal info.

“I--I can do that.”

The two of you end the call before you can fall asleep on it; wishing each other a good night before you hang up. Seungcheol felt weird about not tipping you or paying you for the call, but you had insisted he didn't need to, since you were the one who offered at first.

You lay in bed, catching your breath and thinking about Seungcheol and how that call went nothing like you ever expected.

Not that you hated it, in fact, you only wanted to know more about him.

Seungcheol sends you a message minutes later, your inbox pinging on the screen as you lean over to open the message.

The first thing you see is his phone number; a simple ‘sweet dreams. ;)’ attached. But the next thing you see is the photo attachment, which you click as quickly as you can.

You drool. You can’t help it, but you do.

His hard cock the first thing you notice about the photo. The next thing are the veins on his hands and the way his hand looks small wrapped around his thick cock. You feel like your throat is as dry as a desert but your eyes travel up; heart beating even quicker when you see his toned torso that leads up to his extremely handsome face and silvery-blue hair.

“Holy shit.”

Seungcheol was definitely not a forty year old pervert.

#scoups smut #seungcheol smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol imagines #scoups imagines #scoups scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #scoups #seungcheol #cherrybomb!cheol

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 4 years

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the special project

“Cross! We’re almost closing!” dream got closer to the actor that was sitting behind the scenes, a smile plastered on his face. He was holding his phone, and didn’t even look up to meet dream’s eyes-

“Hey- are you even listening!” dream pouted, and only then did cross’s eyelights met dream’s “Don’t worry. We can stay here a little longer- it’s not like the director likes to leave early!” his smile got a bit wider, but dream sat next to him, and looked over his shoulder- “…what are you looking at then?” dream wasn’t able to leave, not without cross at least, and he was getting curious; what could make cross ignore him so blatantly? Even memes weren’t so effective-

Cross suddenly nuzzled dream’s cheek, which made his face turn yellow as the other showed him his phone- the both sat in a more comfortable position, when dream finally read what was shown to him-

“It’s the reviews of the series! People are asking questions to both of us, and are speculating on the upcoming chapters- plus, they are even giving us compliments!” cross’s grin got wider-

Cross was pretty shy in person, so he tried his best to overcome that by acting, and meeting new people. though he was always so insecure about his acting skills, it didn’t stop him from entering both the underverse show and the dark cream studio- sure, it was a bit tiring, but he’s always enjoyed the times spent there, especially with dream, his best friend- though he considered him as more than that, he didn’t know how to ask him out, but the scenarios in the series was making things easier, considering they were both a couple in it-

Dream smiled- he was also happy to work with cross, and wanted to get a bit closer to him each day, though his brother was a pain very often- he swore to him one day that he’d snap next time he tried to get into a conversation between him and cross, not mentioning killer- though killer was the absolute opposite- cross and killer had been friends for as long as he remembered, and no matter how he denied everything, he was trying to hook them both together-

Even after dream’s protests, he was glad killer was trying to help, because he sure needed to-

“aww- how sweet of them! Wait- can I see some questions?” dream hummed, and cross huffed- “I dunno- they’re just some stuff about whether you like acting or not- the usual-“ he was obviously lying, so dream hopped on his phone as the other yelped in surprise- “h-hey! Give it back!” he jumped on dream, but the other laughed out loud- “oh come on! It can’t be this bad-“

He looked at the phone, but the questions and asks were all- about him? Dream blushed a bit, but cross snatched away his phone and huffed- “you’d get embarrassed anyway!”

Dream paused, what should he do to convince him? Well, teasing cross was always so fun, so he hummed- “okay- but how long will it take you to get off me-“ cross suddenly realized he’d been sitting on the poor dream all this time, so his face got lit up with a purple hue when he finally got up- “s-sorry about that-“ he scratched the back of his skull, totally ashamed, but dream took the opportunity to mutter- “well- maybe now we can read the questions together- How about that?” he smiled, a tint of yellow on his cheeks- cross paused a second, then sighed- “we’re in for a ride-“

They sat next to each other, trying to put the phone in the middle so it can be seen by them both. Dream felt his cheeks getting quite heated up- they weren’t usually this close to each other. on another note, if nightmare saw them like that, he’d do everything in his power to split them apart-

“Okay, first question: dream is this hot bastard on set, but how is he in real life?”

“pff- what is even this question?” cross snickered, dream only huffed- “well, how do you find me in real life then?” dream crossed his arms, but cross gave him a lazy grin and just answered- “well, I don’t think it really changes in person-“ “CROSS-“ dream pouted, and cross laughed out, but dream still continued reading-

“okay then- …oh- dream looks so good with heels, but does he like wearing them?” cross paused, awaiting his answer, when the other looked at him dead in the eyes and said- “anything to be taller than this bastard-“ cross busted out laughing, and dream continued- “shut up you dummy- here is a question for you! Umm- are you scared of cows in real life-“ dream tried so hard not to laugh, but cross shivered- “people cannot understand how scary these creatures are- it’s nOT FUNNY to be almost eaten by a cow!” dream couldn’t take it, so he cried out- “ohaHA- I’ve already told you- c-cows are herbivorous- they eat grass and such- n-not skeletons!” dream felt bad to tease cross about something he’s afraid of, but cows cannot eat monsters, and that was a fact.

“ugh-“ cross pouted, then looked away. Dream paused, he wanted to say something, but just looked back at the other’s phone, and said- “…okay- here is a question for us both now- do you guys-“ dream couldn’t finish his sentence when he lost his eyelights- cross looked at him, wondering what was wrong about the question- “uhhh… okay, let me rephrase that! Mmm- s-so you guys are together in dark cream, but what is your relationship in real life-“

dream blushed, but tried to hide it- cross paused, then muttered- “well-“ if killer or epic could hear their conversation, they’d be cheering for him to finally ask him out- and if nightmare could hear them, he’d be running in too late, because cross inhaled silently and tried to let out “well, I would like to ask you out for this afternoon-“ cross’s face was getting very purple, but it was no match to dream’s- dream lost his eyelights again, and his mouth was half open. He dropped the other’s phone, and the other was lucky it landed on a carpet-

“u-umm- dream?” cross cursed himself- why did he just bring this up now! But dream whispered- “…okay- I’d love- I- I mean- we can go out together as soon as we finish some asks-“dream was so close to scream in happiness- he asked HIM OUUT! Cross chuckled nervously, but he took his phone from the floor, then continued-

“how is nightmare in real life-“ cross paused, then muttered- “I’m sorry dream, but I don’t know how you couldn’t notice how each time I previously tried to confess, he’d try to split us up” cross sighed, but dream laughed, almost maniacally- “ahaha- do you think I didn’t?!” cross turned around- “wait, you knew I liked you???” he was a bit surprised, but dream suddenly let out- “what- n-no- not really- I wasn’t really sure- but that idiot didn’t let me get closer to you!”

dream crossed his arms, but cross laughed out- “oh my- ahaha-“ they both chuckled for a little more, then cross tried to find another interesting ask when one caught his attention, though he didn’t voice it out- (what if cross tried to propose to dream on set? there is no way it’s not a good idea, maybe he can convince the director!) cross smiled, it was a good idea- but he wasn’t sure if dream was going to agree to it-

Dream yawned, it was getting quite late- “well- if you want to take me out somewhere, it’s time.” Dream stretched, and cross couldn’t help but think of how different he had become-

Dream used to be very sad when they first met, and had the appearance of a cute and innocent person, and he still is! But he was more confident in himself now; he finally looked… happy- so much more- he also looked more mature and hotter. Cross smiled, they both really changed from the first time they met, and he was so happy to take him out on a date, the person he truly admired.

“okay then, let’s go-“ he held the other’s hand, and dream smiled, and leaned on his arm a bit more, he wanted this to happen for so long-

Thank god nightmare wasn’t here.

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now now, if that was the special thing, it wouldn’t have took me about two or three months to get it done, right? well, that’s because it’s not the end yet!

remember the anons that asked you guys your sonas or oc’s reference to draw a while back? well thank you guys so much for waiting

it took me so long, and you guys still waited for me to finish this

so how about a bonus “writing” to celebrate?

The place I will talk about is always warm and welcoming, there’s a bunch of tea and cookies and some apples lying here and there, and after an event called “sweet day”, candy and cake was left stacked up like the tons of ask received every day inside the little mailbox. This place contains very interesting individuals whose presence contribute in the fun and enjoyment of the visitors and the creator himself. After being there for a while, you might notice why these people are quite special considering the relaxing atmosphere of this place;

*knock* *knock*

who’s there you might ask? Well it is-

“DAILY POSITYVITY OF COURSE!!”

“Please close the door behind you after you enter-“

“what door?”

the positivity was so strong that it shattered a galaxy and went to another universe searching for a worthy opponent- love senders and daily positive anons are very frequent here, and as their name might show you, they are responsible of giving enough motivation and positivity for the creators, and the destruction of most doors, windows, walls, universes, and being obviously chased by negative and suspicious people trying to prevent them from giving the creators positivity.

“AAAaaAaAa-“

some anons are still wondering why they are simping for characters while others already gave a very specific reason “LEEEGS-“ some are also wondering how did the creator made them so hot- only a superior brain can do so mind you- just kidding- everyone can do it if they give him good heels;

This place had different phases, and if I had to describe it to, it may look like this;

“wait- how about a cute ship?” oh- Fluffynight!”but what about killermare? “So how about a love triangle!” “And where do we put this scenario then-“ “wait- what if it was all a show like underverse studios- how would they make tentacles then?” ”Wait- tentacle, you mean S!D’s? Wait! let’s say- they have a mind of their own-“”wait- but-“”OH my- I wonder how these tentacles would look like if their possessor is a Greek god-“”whoa- and "whatifnightmareactuallysentcrosswhoismortaltokilldreambuthefellinlovewithhim?!”

“Um…what? “

Please take this as a very brief explanation- some of these subjects can last a day- or two or even a week if it is a generator of ideas, no matter how cursed, sweet or angsty they are.

Creators are very common in this place, they can be artists, or writers, though there might be more talented people, but they might had never talked about it- they might be musicians, composers, singers, and so much more, but who am I to say? Maybe there is one who’s reading this that can draw, or write, do both, or so much more- I just am saying that this place is filled with amazing people!

There are some people who considered that S!D and cross needed kids, which is funny because, there are now a lot of ship children laying in their arms- they can be twin babies, independent teenagers, cute cinnamon rolls, or a result of neglect or a curse- and those different types of children make a very good source of inspiration, and provide ideas for both artist and writers;

The creators deserves support- and people do help their work to be shared, and considering some had made commissions available, there was and will be more support for them, and that’s why I wanted to add those who had bought some hot koffees. I am very glad that the creators are receiving support, because it makes them happy and motivated, and that’s honestly what all of them deserve; support.

Finally- this place has the healthiest and pleasing aura I’ve ever felt- and has very unique characters that are daily sending questions, or ideas, or creations, and listing everything would take a lot of time, but every single one of them is as unique as the other, so fear not if I haven’t included more- because there is too much-

And thank you for reading this little writing- I didn’t think you’d actually read such a thing ,but to be honest, I actually never thought you’d ever read any of the writings I’ve made- I’ve never thought this will be the first thing I will be associated with, writing. Because I only write when I have art block, or when I have a very good idea, or if it’s something I don’t want to draw now and need to remember to draw in the future, but it seriously made me so happy when people actually enjoyed something I’ve made, and I want the creators that I most enjoy and so much others to feel the same thing- the happiness that someone thinks you’re good at something, that’s why it is the most silliest and the most interesting gift I can ever write to thank you zu, and everyone who supports her, and the creators I’ve seen there! Have a nice day/night ♥

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the people included here are

@zu-is-here ; i wanted to thank u zu, because i wouldn’t have written or submitted anything if it hadn’t been for you, and that’s because i didn’t feel like you were “intimidating”, and by that i mean you answer every litlle ask, and you’re being nice to everyone, and i just wouldn’t have found so much entertainment this year without you and your blog, and everyone in it

@help-im-a-gay-fish ; you were very nice from our very first interaction- your art has always been so simple and beautiful, especially the lineart which i envy you for- your ideas were always so amazing, and you have very attaching and unique characters, so with you my to do list is never ending, but that’s what i love about you the most

@kotikaleo ; your art is just plain GORGEOUS, and i couldn’t, i just couldn’t ignore it, because the vibes i get from this blog is relaxing, the ambience is calm, and everything you draw, whether it’s traditional or digital is a masterpiece that i find myself begging to have the same amount of talent (also, i’m so sorry for your persona, i totally messed it up i’m so sorry-)

@dragon-tamer-1 ; honestly, i liked your unique style, and your oc- the way you keep supporting people is always so sweet of you, and even if we haven’t interacted much, i’ve always liked your art from the sidelines, and i hope you liked this gift

@rinnyisangy ; i won’t go too long, but your art is SO CUTE, the sketch book drawings were so sweet and nice; since i’ve seen you appear a lot on zu’s blog, and you looked like a nice person, i decided to draw your sona, because why not draw a cutie?

@bluepalleteuniverse ; i’m SO sorry for the sona- i used the old one because as i said, i decided to draw this piece one mid july, so i asked you pretty early, and , because i thought it looked cute, i drew it very fast- on the other hand, i cannot express how cute your art is- it’s always so nice to see you around, and the positivity you give is astonishing- please keep it up pal

@enixani ; now, you are SO talented, yet you believe you aren’t- and i’m here to tell you that you have such a detailed, beautiful art, and you deserve way more support for the work you give, and i hope you like this drawing (i tried your coloring- it feels nice)

@sociallyawkwardfirefly ; i was too shy to interact with you, but i wanted to tell you that your writings are amazing- and i can’t because even your art is- so please take care, and know that i love your style

@noveltale ; your au is cute, your art is cute, what more? but in case you wanted to hear something else, voila une autre personne qui connaît les souffrances de la langue française, et des difficultés de la langue anglaise, parce que oui, je parle Français aussi (bonjour blue!)

@silentsquidsinner ; can we just talk about this person’s beautiful characters? i think they are AMAZING and well written- and the beautiful artstyle only makes it better, so please take this gift as a thank u for your talent-

@ginganinja ; i still remember when you were pretty active on tumblr, and i kind of miss those days, but i wish you the best on your decision, and i’ll enjoy your art on instagram, because you’re still awesome there!

@star-gamerxox ; your writings are a very good source of inspiration, as well as your characters- i honestly thought that your writing style was pretty fluid and interesting, so i wanted to draw one of you kiddos- hope you liked it

@mimosifolia1528 ; remember seafood tale? yeah- i loved your creations, as well as your dark cream kid, and thought your art was very special and unique, so i thought it was worth a shot drawing you persona (fun fact, you were the very first one i drew)

@seertale ; i liked how cool and chill you look, and i thought your oc’s and art was very sweet, not mentioning that you were my favorite to draw- (the rainbow blob on star’s oc) so thank u

@evaundertale ; your art and blog is amazing, so whenever i see your art, it stands out pretty fast, it’s just so recognizable, and i would love to compliment it by giving you this little gift

@shinechermont ; now, i wanted to tell you that whenever i visit your blog, the drawing you make always make me feel a bit better, because they are so simple, yet so sweet, and i LOVE ursula (and mirage of course) so seing art about them is always heart warming

also featuring the anons-

DPA, blue, red, orange, green, purple, lavender, cyan, black, white, cow anon, and cookie anon (who was the one who brought cookies there ;))

this is getting long, but let me just say that i wanted to add way more people, like firebug, curse-of-tales, ari-cuno, jann and so much more, but i feel like i couldn’t touch this project anymore- medibang even crashed because the layers were too much- but i love you guys all, even those who i haven’t included here

((sorry if you changed your persona in the meantime, as i said earlier, some sonas were drawn before you even changed them, so sorry in advance (also, because this is three or so months old, the style is messed up, and there is some old art mistakes that i was too lazy and tired to fix)

this is getting too tall, but please thank you

this was writing anon- aka me, yuri <3

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please give me Anything himbo roger i need this like perhaps... him being obsessed with eating pussy? pls? - cloud anon

I’m so so so glad you requested more himbo rog because i love any excuse to write him lmao. This is a bit of a long one, certainly well over blurb length but what are you gonna do. I just have a lot of thots where himbo rog is concerned and then there was that convo a little while ago about dressing him in a maid uniform and I had to use it in here.

warnings: smut, hypnosis & bimbofication, dom!reader, fingering, pegging, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, a little bit of spanking, a little choking, a very brief mention of public sex, free use (perhaps leaning ever so slightly into consensual non consent), humiliation and degradation

Blurb Advent: Day 15

Future Management Series (all my bimbo/himbo writing)

Taglist: @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @ilovequeenmorethanyou @johndeaconshands @borhapbois @stardust-galaxies @cherries-n-rocknroll @rogersslave @scorpiogemini

The costume shop was quiet when you entered it, one of the fluorescent lights at the far end flickering. The lady at the counter looked up from her magazine, her gaze lingering on Roger for a moment before she looked back down.

“What was the theme again?” you asked Roger as you flicked through a rack of women’s costumes.

“The letter M,” he replied from one of the other racks.

“How did Freddie pick that?”

“Dunno, you’d have to ask him. Bigger question is what are we going to wear.”

“What about Mickey and Minnie Mouse?” you shrugged.

“That sounds easy. And we’d look cute as fuck.”

“Sorry, hun,” the woman at the counter piped up, “Sold out of them two days ago.”

“Rats.”

“Mice, love,” Roger teased poking his tongue out as he went to check out another row of costumes, “We could make them from scratch I suppose.”

“Left it a bit late though. We’re meant to have them by Saturday.” You headed to the counter in the hopes that the woman there would be able to speed things up, “Do you have any other costumes starting with M then?”

She sighed as she were being interrupted in a very important task before putting down her magazine and pulling out a binder full of lists of stock. Flicking through it she located the section with M. An awful lot of it had been crossed out.

“How many people are invited to this thing? And do they all shop here?”

He shrugged as he joined you at the counter, “Roughly half of London if his last party was anything to go by. What are our options?”

The women smiled at Roger, her attitude becoming much friendlier now that he was involved, “Not a lot I’m afraid. We’ve still got a Mummy, as in Ancient Egypt, ummm, a Maid, as in French, Marilyn Monroe, Mary Poppins, a Monk, Mrs Clause, Medieval Princess…”

“Looks like you’ll be easy to sort out,” Roger said to you, “not much in the way of mens costumes though. I’d be an alright Mummy I guess,”

“Sorry, should have specified. It’s a women’s costume that one. Very sexy,”

“How do you make a Mummy sexy?”

“Strategically removed bandages. I can show you if you like,” she said this last part to Roger, suggestion dripping from every word.

“What about the Monk?” you suggested.

“Ehhhh,”

“Beggars can’t be choosers Rog.”

“Alright, it’s the backup idea. Would I be able to fit in any of those other costumes though?”

The woman thought about it, giving Roger a once over as if measuring him with just her eyeballs, “The Maid maybe. Think we should have one large enough.”

“Alright I’ll try that.”

“And I’ll go Marilyn Monroe?”

“You as Marilyn? Oh there’s a joke in there somewhere…something about How To Mary A Millionaire?”

You shook your head at him, “Just go and try on your dress,”

It was a good thing Roger had no qualms about cross dressing because the maid outfit fit perfectly. One look at Roger’s legs in the short, ruffled skirt had your mind whirring with ideas. He bought both your costumes, adding in a maid’s headband and fishnet stockings for himself and a blond Marilyn wig for you. And on Saturday night you watched him don the outfit once more, struggling to keep your hands off him. Without you knowing, he’d gone and bought himself a pair of simple black heels, explaining that if he was going to do it he might as well do it properly. Unfortunately for you they just emphasised the shape of his legs in the fishnets and made his hips sway as he walked.

The party itself was fun but you constantly found yourself zoning out, thinking about what you’d like to do to Roger before he got out of the dress.

“Love?” he asked, making you blink yourself back to the thumping music and loud voices, “You alright?’

“Fine,” you nodded.

Roger frowned and grabbed your hand, leading you away from the main throng of people, “You’ve been zoning out all night, are you sure you’re okay? Haven’t had too much to drink or anything?”

“No, it’s fine. Someone lit up a joint before and I must have breathed in some of it without meaning to.”

He gave you a look like he knew there was more to it.

“Also, maybe I can’t stop thinking about trancing you in that dress.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened and if it hadn’t been as dark as it was you would have seen a light pink stain creeping up his neck. He glanced around and then pulled you off down the hall and towards an even quieter spot, “and um, what might that look like?”

“I don’t know, got a few ideas,” your breath hitched as Roger pushed you into a dark corner of whichever room you’d ended up in, “like the idea of you on your knees. Bet I could see your arse if you leaned forward enough.”

Roger attached his lips to your throat, oblivious of if anyone else was around.

“Maybe spanking you or edg – ” you were cut off as Roger kissed you full on the mouth, his hands already working at getting his underwear and stockings down far enough to get his dick out.

“We’ll continue this conversation at home,” he said as he lifted you up, pushing your back against the wall as he moved your underwear aside.

It took a couple of days for the topic to come up again but Roger was still just as into it as he had been at the party. He’d clearly been thinking about it too because he had almost as many ideas as you did and for a week or so you discussed it on and off. It came up intermittently, sometimes a single idea out of nowhere.

“What if you tranced me and made me think I was your maid or uhhh servant? Maybe like acted really strict? Or mean even?”

“What about I get a bell to ring to get your attention but use the hypnosis to condition you to get hornier when you hear it?”

Or sometimes it was more of a conversation with each of you building on what the other said.

“What do you think about exploring that free use thing we talked about a few months ago? Like me just having you how I want and when I want.”

“Would that require a more extended hypnosis? A whole day maybe? More?”

“No I don’t think so. I mean, maybe longer than the usual couple of hours. An afternoon? Not longer than a day though, I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that to you.”

“Then yeah okay, we did agree it sounded hot in a non-hypno way so mixing them together should work. Um, what about that pegging thing we tried?”

“You wanna do it again?”

“Yeah I think so. Again, it was pretty hot last time so doing it while I’m hypnotised can only be better, right?”

“Are you sure? We’re both pretty new to it.”

“Yeah I’m sure. I really enjoyed it,” he laughed nervously, “and I would have suggested doing it again anyway, this just seems like a good excuse.”

By the end of the week you had a pretty solid idea about what you were both looking for from the scene and what you’d both feel comfortable doing. And you arranged it so you were both at home on Friday, free to spend the morning relaxing and the afternoon playing.

After an early lunch in which you made sure to mess up the kitchen, Roger went and changed, once again putting on the dress, fishnets, hair piece and shoes. Only this time he wore one of your thongs, sheer black, underneath and a butt plug you’d picked up for him, complete with a pink jewel on the end. For your part, you dressed in one of your work outfits with a grey pencil skirt and white blouse, hopeful that it would make you seem more authoritative. Roger did a little spin for you when he was dressed and then sat in one of the kitchen chairs so you could talk him down into his trance. The scenario you’d agreed upon had him believing he was your silly brainless maid, hired to do whatever you asked. The sound of your bell meant you had another task for him, but it also made him extra horny. So horny in fact that he’d have trouble remembering what he was meant to be doing. As you dropped him deeper and he relaxed more, you noticed his legs spreading further open, making you laugh to yourself. Finally you rang the bell to wake him.

Roger grinned at you from the chair, “What can I do for you Ma’am?”

“Your first job of the day, Dummy,” you said, putting on a stern voice that left no room for argument, “is to dust off the bookshelf in the living room. It’s filthy up there.”

“Where?”

“Through this doorway,” you pointed and he dutifully stood up and began to walk toward it.

“You’ll need a duster,” you reminded him.

“Oh! Of course, Ma’am. Umm….”

“In that cupboard,”

Roger nodded, cheeks pink with embarrassment and retrieved the feather duster.

You followed him out to the living room, watching his skirt bounce with each step. He started off with the shelves at eye level, humming to himself as he brushed the duster over them, but soon had to move on to the shelves higher up. You perched yourself on the couch, acting as if you were reading though your eyes were on Roger, watching as he wobbled on his tip toes, his skirt riding up. You rang the bell and Roger jolted, looking around for you as he bit his lip.

“Yes Ma’am?”

“I think you might need to stand on a chair, Dummy. It doesn’t seem like you can reach the top shelves.”

He nodded and hurried to retrieve one, nearly running in his haste to please you.

The chair was a stroke of genius on your part. It gave you a good view up his skirt as he happily continued his dusting, especially when he leant over to get the far end of each shelf without moving his chair. You could clearly see the pink jewel every time and it made you eager to get him onto the next task. With another ring of the bell Roger jumped down to the ground and hurried to ask what he could do now.

“My shoes,” you said, pointing at the heels on your feet, “they need polishing. I want you to spit shine them for me.”

Roger blinked at you.

You clicked and pointed at your shoes again, “On your knees. C’mon, I’m not paying you to stand around and look pretty. Lick my shoes clean.”

“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am,” he bowed his head and dropped to his knees where he stood, crawling over to you.

“Good Dummy,” you said as he trailed his tongue over the toe of your shoe. You’d wiped down the shoes earlier just to make sure Roger wouldn’t pick up any germs from them, but he was too brainless to notice they were already clean, enthusiastically licking at them. You made it clear you were watching him closely though. Midway through the second shoe you saw him brush his hand over the front of the skirt and stopped his shoe shining.

“I’m sorry, Dummy, is this making you horny?”

“Yes, Ma’am, it is,”

“Show me how much,” you wiggled your shoe under the hem of the skirt and pressed it lightly up, rubbing the toe against his crotch, “Hump my shoe, Maid.”

Without any more encouragement he began doing exactly as you’d asked, dragging his clothed cock along the top of your shoe, letting his eyes shut as he bit his lip.

“Alright, enough.” You pulled your food free and held it out in front of you, “Is it my imagination or did you make a mess on my shoe?”

He tilted his head to the side.

“I think you’re so fucking horny you’ve got precum all over my shoe. Is that right?”

“I don’t know,”

“Well,” you grabbed him by the hair and pushed him over the streak, “clean it up and tell me.”

Roger whimpered as you pulled his hair to move him where you wanted but thanked you for helping him and confirmed you were right. After that you felt he deserved a reward so you readjusted yourself, pulling your pencil skirt a little higher up your legs before you rang the bell again.

Roger groaned quietly at the sound, his breathing a little harder than before and then sat back. His eyes fell to where your skirt was gathered against your thigh as you crossed your legs.

“What now Ma’am?” he watched closely as you recrossed your legs, “Is there something else you’d like me to lick?”

“I don’t know. Is there something else you’d like to lick?”

He nodded, eyes still firmly on your thighs.

“Aren’t you just a pathetic little slut.”

“Am I?”

“I’m afraid so. Do you understand why?”

Roger nodded, still staring at your crotch, and then shook his head.

“Oh Dummy. It’s one thing to be my good little maid and eat me out when I tell you to, it’s entirely different for you to ask to do it. Do you see how slutty that makes you?”

Roger tilted his head and then shook it.

You tutted at him and knocked the bell as if on accident.

He whined at the sound.

“Crawl to the dining room. I want you to wash the floor in there.”

“But…please? I want to lick you soooooo bad and I’d be so good at it.”

“Careful, Maid. Now crawl.

“Yes Ma’am.” Roger dipped his head in apology and began crawling to the next room.

You stepped around him to retrieve a bucket of water and a cloth, placing both on the floor of the dining room where he stopped, “You know what to do.”

He looked at the bucket and back to you, confusion written all over his face.

With an exaggerated and exasperated sigh you handed him the cloth and, taking hold of his wrist, plunged his hand into the warm water. He gasped as you then wrenched it free and dropped it to the floorboards.

“Scrub.”

He nodded, looking mildly upset and dragged the cloth slowly over the floor.

You watched for a little while before coming up behind him, “Put your back into it, stop being lazy.” you pressed his upper back with your foot to make him bend forward.

His neck and face were bright pink, though it was hard to say whether it was arousal or embarrassment that was making him flush more. He did as you asked though, scrubbing the floor harder. You stepped behind him again, admiring the view and occasionally reminding him what you expected. After you felt you’d watched him struggle enough you stepped up behind him again. He pushed the cloth harder, expecting another reprimand. Instead you trailed you hand over the curve of his arse, pushing his skirt up higher.

Roger stilled, though you heard him whine softly into the floor.

“You’re doing a very good job, Dummy.”

He gasped when you suddenly spanked him but he pushed his arse back against your hand.

“You want another?”

He shook his head but kept pressing back against you.

“But I think you do,” You gave him another spank, “Now keep being good and see if you can earn some more.”

He nodded and smiled, though there were tears in his eyes, and then returned to scrubbing the floor.

You let him go for a while, stepping out into the other room to calm down and get ready for the next part of the plan. You could feel your wetness pooling in your underwear with how turned on you were at ordering Roger around and how much he was enjoying it. Originally you were going to make him wait to get you off until after you’d fucked him but perhaps you could have your cake and eat it too. All the same you headed to the bedroom to gather the strap and dildo you’d bought when the topic of pegging had first arisen between you. You grabbed them and the lube and then put them down again as you considered your next move. The conclusion you came to was that there wasn’t much point having a desperate bimbo toy if you were only going to deny yourself. Roger came as much as he wanted when you were the one under his influence, so why shouldn’t you do the same. You quickly shimmied out of your underwear, and then picked everything up again, dropping it on the couch in the living room on your way back to see how Roger was getting along. He was still scrubbing though he’d spilt some of the water as he’d moved the bucket, the top of his dress wet in patches. You pulled out one of the chairs, standing in front of it as you rang the bell, and watched as Roger squirmed at the sound.

“What can I do for you Ma’am?”

“Come here.”

He immediately dropped the cloth and crawled towards you.

“Good Dummy. Need your fingers to make me feel good.” You rucked your skirt up and dropped onto the seat, placing one leg up on the table.

Rogers eyes lit up and he leaned forward as if to lick hungrily along your slit.

You grabbed his hair and held him back.

“Ma’am?” Roger whined, struggling against your grip with his tongue hanging out, desperate to reach your cunt.

“I said fingers, slut.”

Roger whimpered again but brought his hand up, trailing his fingers along your slit.

“That’s right Dummy. You’re gonna finger me and make me cum and you’re going to keep your eyes up here so I know you’ll behave yourself.”

He nodded rapidly, his eyes on yours, “You’re wet,”

“You know how much I like watching your cute little arse work. C’mon, finger me,” you instructed, waiting until he’d sunk one digit into you before continuing, “Love seeing you with that pretty plug. Makes me want to use you.”

“Ma’am can I…?”

“I didn’t say you could talk. Focus.”

Roger’s eyebrows furrowed as he pulled his finger out and pressed it back in.

“You look confused Slut. What’s the matter?”

“Is this good?”

You smiled indulgently at that, half convinced he’d been about to ask to eat you out again, “So good Dummy. Add a second finger.”

He did as you asked, automatically curling them against you as he pulled them out.

“You’re such a good, obedient servant.” You relaxed back into the chair, letting Roger find a good rhythm.

He was quiet for a bit, concentrating, and then “Can I lick you now?”

You made a tutting noise, “I thought you understood your position.”

“Pos-tition?”

“I guess I have to explain it again then. I don’t care if you like licking cunt, this isn’t about you. You’re my maid. Your job is to serve me however I want, remember? I don’t care if you want something different. You’re mine to use how and when I want. Those were the conditions I hired you under, do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am,”

“Are you sure? Then why haven’t I cum yet?”

Roger kept his eyes locked on yours as he sunk a third finger into you, pumping them faster and bringing his other hand up to rub your clit.

“Better,” you managed to get out, though it was much breathier than you’d intended.

Roger poked his tongue out between his teeth as he put all his energy into pleasuring you. You let your head drop back, rocking your hips in time with his thrusts as he sank his fingers deep into you, his other hand firmly occupied too. He slid his thumb between your lips and up to circle your clit, spreading your arousal over your cunt. The mixture of sensations sent you over the edge without too much delay, your legs clamping shut to keep his hand where you wanted it until you’d come down. Afterwards you made Roger hold his fingers up, cleaning them off with your own tongue. He whined and pouted as he watched you lick up your juices, so desperate to taste you for himself. You gave him a small concession though, grabbing his cheeks when you were done to force his mouth open. He looked confused as you brought your face close and spat onto his tongue, your saliva tinged with what you’d just licked from his fingers. But he thanked you with a big smile and a small hum of satisfaction as he swallowed it.

“What now Ma’am?” he asked softly, sitting up straighter and glancing at the bell.

You bumped the bell against your palm as if in thought, watching Roger wince with each ring, “The kitchen needs a tidy up. Go in there and wipe down all the benches for me, okay? I’ll be back soon to check on you.”

Roger nodded and walked on unsteady legs back through the house. You followed him, needing to point him in the right direction a couple of times, and then continued on to the living room to collect your supplies and remove your skirt. It took you a little while to figure out the harness. Last time Roger had helped you get set up so doing it on your own was a little confusing. You took a breath and reminded yourself you were a smart and capable woman and that you could figure out a simple sex toy on your own, and eventually got it on right. When you were comfortable you popped open the lube and spread more than you thought you’d need along the shaft of the toy. It still felt a little bizarre to look down and see a penis, even if it was obviously fake. The first time you’d tried it on you’d wondered aloud if the work you did for those living rough would have been easier to achieve if you had a real one and Roger had suggested you wear it to work one day and find out. You’d laughed at how ridiculous that was and the memory made you chuckle again as you double checked everything was in the right place.

Roger was in the kitchen when you arrived, standing at the bench with a cloth in his hand, humming to himself, though he seemed to have forgotten what he was meant to be doing. You stepped behind him and ran your hand up the inside of his thigh, over the stockings.

The humming stopped and he stilled, “Ma’am?”

“Bend over.”

He did as you asked, his chest and arms leaning on the bench.

You felt him up, letting your hands roam under his skirt, brushing over his cock and along his thigh and over his arse, making his shiver and whine. “Good thing this dress is so short, Dummy. Makes it so much easier for me. And it makes you look like a slut. You’re very hard by the way, does that mean you like it when I tell you what to do?”

His voice was soft when he spoke to the bench top, “Yes, Ma’am,”

“That’s good because I like telling you what to do. And you should be happy to know that I’m wet from watching my brainless maid working all day.”

“I am happy!”

“You are?”

“Mmhmm. Maybe I could help you Ma’am, I love cunt so much.”

“Aww Dummy,” you cooed, stroking your fingers through his hair, “That’s sweet of you to offer but it’s not what I want right now,” you took the fishnets in both hands and tugged until a rip formed right along the back, “For now I want you to stay bent over for me so I can use you. Just like I talked about before, remember?”

“When you said I’m yours to use how you want?”

“You do remember! Good boy!”

“And you said, ummmm,” he gasped as you moved his underwear aside and began slowly working the plug out of him, adding lube to make it easier

“Go one, what else did I say?” you asked as you pushed the plug back in, fucking him with it, adding more lube as necessary.

“Umm, you said they were the,” he stretched out the word as he thought hard, “oh! The co-com-bit-ons and that its, umm, my job to serve you?”

“Very good! That was so much to remember, I’m very impressed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Dummy. I think I’ll have to give you a reward for remembering it all so well.”

Roger looked over his shoulder at you, grinning, “Thank you Ma’am,”

“Alright, turn back around, I’m still going to use you. Because….?”

“Because I’m yours?”

“Good boy,” you pulled the plug free and placed it on the bench beside you. Squeezing some more lube onto your fingers you began spreading it over his arsehole.

“‘s cold,” he said softly to the bench.

“I know baby, but it won’t be for long. And I gotta make sure there’s enough so that I don’t hurt you. And then you’ll be all ready for my cock.”

Roger nodded, flattening himself on the bench as you lined up the tip of the dildo and slowly sank into him.

Roger made a high pitched keening noise and you reached out to stroke his hair again as he adjusted.

“You okay, baby?” you asked letting the stern act drop for a moment.

Roger nodded, “yeah, ‘m okay. Just feels funny.”

“But good though?”

“Mmhmm. Good.”

“Good. I want you to like it. It’s more fun when you do.”

“I do!” as if to prove it he pushed his hips back, making you sink a little deeper.

“I can see that,” you laughed, “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay Dummy, and you’re going to enjoy it, right?”

He nodded, whining as you pulled your hips back slowly and then thrust forward again, figuring out your rhythm and adjusting to the sort of muscle movement it required. As you got more comfortable with it you let yourself be a little firmer, grasping Roger’s waist and fucking him harder, drawing more gasps and whines and moans from him. You varied your speed, sometimes faster and sometimes slower, keeping Roger from knowing exactly what you would do next (and giving yourself a break every so often). He’d taken your instruction to enjoy it to heart though. His fingernails scraped along the top of the bench as he tried to ground himself, rocking his hips back against you whenever you slowed.

“I want you to cum, Dummy. Rub your cock through your pretty sheer panties.”

“Th-through?”

“Over your panties.”

“Um,”

You stilled your hips and pulled out of him so you could grab his hand and lift his skirt, placing his palm over his cock, “now rub.”

He nodded, swallowing hard as he began to stroke himself. His hand stilled as you plunged into him again but a warning word made him remember what you wanted and he shakily followed your orders as you fucked him hard.

“How does it feel, Maid, being used for my entertainment?”

Roger babbled something incomprehensible in response. You couldn’t tell if it was just noise or if he’d been trying to form words but it was hot either way.

“C’mon, show me how much you like being my pretty little fuck doll. Be the pathetic little slut I know you are, and cum.” You panted between the words but Roger didn’t seem to notice or if he did he didn’t care. It must have sounded authoritative enough because a few seconds later he was moaning, his fingers twitching and legs shaking as he came. You slowed to a stop and replaced the dildo with his plug again before fixing his underwear and smoothing down his skirt.

“There, all pretty again,”

“Thank you Ma’am,” he sighed.

You patted his head, “Finish up cleaning off the benches in here and I’ll have another job for you.” You walked off, releasing a long breath once you were out of his hearing.

In the time it took you to get out of the harness, put your skirt back on, throw the dildo into a sink of hot water and relocate the bell, Roger achieved very little. He hadn’t moved from where you’d bent him over though he had stood up and grabbed his cloth again, drawing circles with it over the benchtop. When you came back to get him for his next job he was shifting from foot to foot.

“What’s the matter, Dummy?”

“Nothing,”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded though he didn’t meet your eye.

“Tell me.”

“My panties…”

“Aww, is it a bit uncomfortable?”

He nodded vigorously.

“Well maybe I can distract you.” You rang the bell and watched as his eyes glazed over and his hips jolted. “The bed needs to be made Dummy. Go on, off you go.”

He nodded and hurried off, his heels clicking against the wooden floorboards, his step awkward as he squirmed in discomfort. You followed him and showed him where to get a clean sheet from, watching as he pottered around the bed pulling off all the bedding, throwing them into a pile on the floor. Putting a new fitted sheet on the mattress seemed to be too hard a task though. It was almost cartoonish how much he struggled, placing the wrong corner of the sheet on the wrong corner of the bed and then somehow repeating the same mistake when he tried to turn the sheet around. He wouldn’t stand still, uncomfortably dancing around in his cum soaked underwear, getting more and more frustrated as the corner he thought he’d got on flew up when he tried to fit the next one. Every so often you jangled the bell under the guise of getting his attention to give him a helpful tip or reprimand him for taking so long, but it had the added effect of turning him on more than he already was, his face flushed and his eyes begging. You let him continue for a few minutes and then, when he next turned in response to your bell, you surprised him by pushing him onto the mattress.

“Ma’am?” he asked, voice trembling as you positioned yourself on his thigh and pushed his dress up.

“You made such a mess before, didn’t you? Ruined your panties and I’m afraid it’s spread to your pretty dress,” you showed him the patches on the inside of the skirt from where it had rubbed against the sheer fabric of his knickers and been stained. “Lucky for you I like messy little sluts. And” you palmed him roughly, “I think you like it too. Already hard again?”

Roger shook his head but tilted his head back and whined.

You placed your hand over his throat, “Don’t lie to me, Maid. I can see it; I can feel it. You’re a dirty little slut who gets off on being my property. My dumb little fuck doll.” You punctuated the last sentence by grinding against his thigh with each word, squeezing his length through his stained underwear. “I’m going to make you cum again now and if you’re good I might see about letting you eat me out. I did promise you a reward earlier,”

“Please,” Roger whimpered, “I’ll make you feel so, so good.”

“I know, Dummy. But not yet.” You squeezed his throat at the same time you rubbed your hand over his cock, choking off the moan that had begun to build. Roger squirmed under you as you wanked him off, cooing at him about how pretty he looked and how wet it was making you. Each stroke along his shaft was accompanied by a breathy whine or moan, his head tilted back and his eyes fluttering shut. It was always fun to watch Roger be pushed towards release when he was tranced. It was fun when he wasn’t hypnotised either but there was something about taking his brain away that made him more animated and vocal. He babbled at you again, his hand grabbing your wrist as he got closer, his back arching as he tried to buck his hips up into you.

“Good boy, good Dummy,” you praised him as he finished, able to feel the warmth of his release fill the material again as you kept stroking him, milking every drop you could. He whined loudly as he became more sensitive, but you kept toying with him until tears began leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“Alright, Dummy, stay there while I take my skirt off.”

Roger remained lying where you left him, so you gave him a soft kiss and wiped away his tears, praising him a little more, before you swung your leg over his face and finally let him have what he wanted.

It was as if you’d told him he’d won the lottery. He just about cheered as he thanked you repeatedly and then wrapped his arms around your thighs to pull you down onto his tongue. You had to stick out an arm to try and steady yourself as he devoured you, excitedly tracing your lips with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth. He hummed and whimpered against you and used his hands to encourage you to rock yourself against his mouth, spreading your wetness across his face. At one point, so giddy with joy, he giggled, and you jolted at the bizarre tickling sensation of his breath. But that just seemed to spur him on as he licked and sucked every inch of your cunt he could reach. You weren’t sure if his end goal was to make you cum or if he just got very excited and enthusiastic about pussy but, either way, the result was the same. It was impossible to hold back your release as his tongue slid along your folds and his lips latched onto you. He hummed as you gasped and tensed above him, refusing to stop until you pried his hands from your thighs and let yourself fall back to the bed. He pouted as if he wanted to throw a tantrum at having his favourite food taken away, but you managed to make him smile by telling him how incredible you felt and how good he was.

He let you lie down next to him and listened quietly as you talked him out of the trance, reminding him who he was and the reality of your situation. You waited as Roger opened his eyes, stroking his hair back from his face softly as everything returned to him.

“Wow,” was the first thing he said, “That was,” he cleared his throat and pushed himself to sit up, “that was something.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, a very fun something,” he hurried to clarify so you wouldn’t worry, “I take it you enjoyed yourself too?”

You laughed and nodded, “Definitely. This is going to sound bad but I like being mean to you.”

“I get it,” he leaned over to kiss you softly, “I like being mean to you too.”

“And the pegging and free use stuff? All of that was okay? How do you feel now?”

“Oh, better than okay. That was brilliant. We’re definitely playing with them more in the future. Bit sore now and I really, really want to get out of this thong. Also take the plug out.”

“I can arrange that. D’you want some help with the plug?”

“Yes please.” Roger shifted onto his stomach, trying to relax so you could peel off the underwear and slowly wiggle the plug out of his arse, “Add these knickers to the list of ones I’ve ruined though.”

“That’s only cause I get such a kick out of making you cum in your pants.”

He hummed, wincing a little as the plug slipped all the way out, “y’know one of these days I’m going to wake up from a trance and decide to gag you with whatever underwear you made me destroy while I keep eating you out. I still have a bit of a lingering need to have my head between your legs and I do so enjoy overstimulating you.”

“Save that for a special occasion,” you laughed, giving his bum a tap to let him know he could roll over, “C’mon, shall I run us a bath?”

Roger nodded and let you pull him up, kissing you softly before he stood on slightly wobbly legs followed you out of the bedroom.

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Notes: I had already started on the second chapter before I posted the first one, so don’t expect updates every day... I also had to do a lot of googling for this chapter.

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Chapter 1 in case you missed it:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Warnings: Cussing, needles, character conflicts, intentional poisoning, poisoning, Jaws reference

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Chapter 2: What is this, an interview?

Tommy was now restrained to a chair six feet away from the weird scientist alien. He had a dark brown lab coat with a fuzzy yellow sweater underneath, matched with black pants and black leather boots. His gold rimmed Harry Potter glasses slipped down his nose bridge a bit before he pushed it up and shuffled through papers. He wore a red beanie with a big whiff of his curly chocolate hair. His skin was a weird translucent grayish color with blue speckles decorating it. He had deep brown eyes with an odd electric blue circle outlining the pupil.

His tongue licked his finger as he turned the page. This was a habit that most of the weird teachers and counselors did. It always annoyed Tommy. This time fear was also mixed into that annoyance. His saliva was tinted blue and he had sharp teeth which immediately reminded him of a shark.

“You have shark teeth.” Tommy stated absentmindedly. Clearly, this caught the scientist alien off guard.

“I have what?” The alien asked, confused.

“Shark teeth.. ya know like the weird fish creatures that eat people.” Tommy started rambling causing the shark-alien to become even more confused and slightly alarmed. “I mean I think they eat people. That’s what the shark movie showed… what was its name, Jaws I think? I dunno, my foster mom freaked out in the middle of it and we went home. That lady was weird.. She made us wear itchy clothes and take weird photos before she sent me back to the group home.”

“What?..” The shark-alien asked. Tommy jumped a bit. He forgot he was rambling to a stranger. Alien stranger at that.

“Doesn’t matter.. What's the first question bitch-boy?” Tommy liked the way the alien jumped at the randomly timed insults.

“Er- right.. First off, what’s your name?” The shark-alien asked after collecting himself.

“Tommy Innit. Yours bitch-boy?” Tommy replied.

“Wilbur Soot. Stop calling me bitch-boy!” Wilbur huffed.

“Next question, bitch-boy!” Tommy emphasized the name, getting an even angrier expression in return. Wilbur’s weird blue circle flashed red for a second which caught Tommy off guard.

Wilbur took a shaky breath before asking the next question. “How old are you?”

“Old enough! I am a big man!” Tommy stated. Yet another thing that pissed him off.

“Age?” Wilbur asked, clearly irritated.

“18.” Wilbur raised a brow, “14.” Tommy huffed. His age should only be his business not some alien-bitch who didn’t even have his file.

“If you keep lying, I may have to get the truth serum from the back.” Wilbur half-heartedly threatened. Tommy, the big man that he is, did not get scared at that statement, only slightly unsettled which clearly showed on his face.

“Now, do you have a family?” Tommy tensed at the question. It was a touchy question and was not one that was asked often especially with his reputation.

“I am a big man. I don’t need a family to be great.” Tommy stated, happy with the answer. The alien-bitch shifted awkwardly.

“Right… What is your diet?”

“Umm.. I dunno, whatever I can find. I am allergic to nuts though..” Wilbur nodded in understanding and wrote things down in his notepad.

“What plants are poisonous to you?” Wilbur asked without looking up from his notes.

“Ermm, poison Ivy, poison oak… uh I think parts of rhubarb, and most wild berries. I am not sure other than that.” Wilbur nodded while adding bits to his notes.

“What was the place you lived like?” This time Wilbur glanced up to look at Tommy. This was again another touchy subject… How many times would this alien bitch get into the sad background?

“Shitty.” Tommy snapped. That was the only response the bitch was gonna get.

“Right.. Do you have music on Earth?”

Tommy scoffed, “Of course we have music, dumbass!”

“Can you tell me about the animals there?” Wilbur asked, almost hopeful.. which was weird. What was he hoping for?

“Erm I guess..” Tommy mumbled, trying to figure out where to start, “There’s a bunch of animals. Mainly on land. My favorite would be the cow.”

“What’s that?” Curiosity stained Wilbur’s face. This got Tommy excited; he was practically beaming as he started talking.

“Well they are these big ruminants that make milk and have horns. There are a bunch of types too like the highland cow, which obviously is the most poggers one. They are a Scottish breed with really long hair. I met one once, on a field trip his name was Henry.” Tommy rambled on for the next two and a half hours, jumping from topic to topic and explaining anything that wasn’t personal. He usually ended those paths with short insults.

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Wilbur hated to stop the kids' detailed story, but two and a half celestial hours had already passed, and Dream would be coming to check soon. Luckily, he had a couple new poisons that could pass off as a research development. He had even managed to send the distressed signal and no doubt Phil would already be there with the SBI craft ready to fly at any given moment.

“Alright Tommy.” His voice dropped to a serious tone causing the kid to stop his story of how he got poisoned by mushrooms on a camping trip. “You’re gonna have to trust me just for a bit. I am going to get you off the ship at the next stop but in the meantime I need you to tell me how allergic you’re to nuts.” The kid immediately tensed at the question.

“I am mainly allergic to tree nuts.. almonds being the worst. After a few minutes I can’t breathe properly and I usually pass out. The doctor said if I don’t get it treated within 15 minutes, death is most likely.” He took a moment to go through the information. The kid most likely has an anaphylaxis reaction to tree nuts. Meaning either he would have to know the exact time of landing and exactly where Phil was or he needed another poison that was less severe.

“Alright, here is what we’re gonna do. I have a chemical mixture that is similar to that of rattlesnake venom. I also have a chemical substance that numbs any pain you may feel. Side effects would include being very very tired and delirious over the next few days. Along with being knocked out for a good ten hours. To put it simply I am gonna fake poison you, in order to get you off the ship. It’s your choice if you’re willing to do it.” Wilbur paused to study the kid still restrained in front of him. It was odd how relaxed the kid seemed to be in a situation like this. He had no urge as far as Wilbur was aware, to fight against anything that happened. His complaints only being those that touched on personal matters. It was unsettling to say the least, and intrigued Wilbur. He really wanted to unravel the life the kid had lived before this and how he was actually dealing with the situation.

There was a long pause before the kid spoke, “I wouldn’t mind getting away from the weird smiley bitch.. plus you seem nice and to know what you’re doing so sure. Poison me bitch.” He said the last sentence with an enthusiasm Wilbur wasn’t expecting. He took a moment to rethink his plan, which was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Dream says you better have advanced in your stupid testing. Otherwise he’s gonna kick you off the ship at the next stop.” Stated the rather rude blazeling, Sapnap. The blazeling never liked Wilbur and made a point to argue against any advancements at meals. That led to Dream installing a new system of emails and Wilbur eating meals alone.

“Yea yea, it’s going!” He yelled through the metal door.

“Better be.” The blazeling snapped before making a non quiet track back to his quarters.

“Stupid blazeling.” Wilbur grumbled as he sorted through vials and picked up new needles and measured out the substances. “We are going to start with the anesthetic then move onto the poison.” He softly addressed Tommy.

Wilbur swiftly disinfected Tommy’s shoulder and gave the needle. He then gave the second needle. Immediately Tommy slumped over. Wilbur swiftly took off Tommy’s restraints and moved him on to the patient bed in the back corner of the room. After the transfer was done he clipped the body restraints around Tommy and waited for the alert signaling landing.

After about five minutes the light next to the door turned blue. He moved over to his seat and clipped on the safety belts. The light turned green and the ship shook momentarily before a thud could be felt. Quickly as Wilbur could, he emptied the needles into the waste bin and waited for his soon-to-be-ex-boss to arrive.

Dream stepped through the door and glanced around the room before heading to Wilbur for his report.

“Report.” The dreamon commanded.

“The subject's body would have gone through a painfully slow death and have multiple organ failures if I did not intervene. The chemical mixes used created a conflict in the patient’s body which resulted in the patient falling into exhaustion as they recovered.” He responded in a monotone tone. Dream looked over Tommy. He flinched back in disgust as Tommy grunted in his sleep.

“Is that all?” The dreamon questioned.

“No.” Wilbur swallowed down his panic, “This is the last testing I will be doing with this crew.” The dreamon scoffed.

“I am assuming you’re getting off at this planet?” Dream spit. Wilbur knew he absolutely hated when people left his crew as he saw it as a direct violation of his loyalty.

“Yes.” The phantom stated, keeping his even tone apparent. With that Dream stormed out cursing in Siestian. Somewhere in the mess of words he told Wilbur to get his things.

Without hesitation he grabbed his bag from his quarters, which was held in a small room that branches off the lab. He half sprinted down the short hallway and straight to the bed Tommy was on. He swiftly unrestrained the human and sat him up. He slipped on boots and gloves then tied a cloak around the kid. He pulled the hood up and carried him off of the closest exit. There were faint yells from Dream down the hallway and reassurances from the only two beings that put up with him. And with that Wilbur was off to find the only craft he had ever called home. The SBI ship.

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End Notes: ‘‘twas to lazy to reread... sorry for minor mistakes. Also suggestions are always appreciated!! Please reblog...

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Chapter 3:

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Once Upon A Summer (Ch.3)

Tony was tired. It had only been a few days, but taking care of Peter was repetitive and draining. He actually wanted to go to a meeting just so he could get some more adult interaction. Sure, Stephen's brief visits to make sure he hadn't killed Peter were helping keep him sane, but he needed more. Either he was going to have to grab Peter and take him out into the public, or he would have to beg Stephen to stay longer than he has been. Which wasn't going to happen. Tony Stark didn't beg, and he also didn't want to deal with the public when they saw him with a baby.

So he found himself in his lab more often than not. Tony would get the playpen set up in the lab and put Peter in it with some of his toys before he mindlessly tinkered and built. The first day he was actually productive, but as the days passed, Tony ended up on auto pilot. Half the time he didn't even know what he was working on. He just knew he was tired and going stir crazy with mostly just a six month old baby to talk to.

He wished Stephen would stick around more. Despite the mountains of sarcasm that passed between them, Tony enjoyed his company. He enjoyed looking into blue eyes that always seemed to change colors every time he looked into them, he enjoyed their back and forth, and he even liked watching Stephen with Peter. The sorcerer always put up a front with Tony, but whenever he played with the baby or did anything with him, he softened. Any stress lines Stephen had melted away, and sometimes the softness even carried over to Tony.

Whenever it did, Tony wasn't really sure how to receive it. No one ever really showed him that kind of kindness. They were just as sarcastic and rude to him as he was with them and Tony never really realized it until all of this happened. He was actually glad Peter got caught in a magical fight.

Even if it meant he woke Tony up every two to three hours because of teething pains.

"...ark...Tony…Tony!"

Tony sits up with a jolt and looks around in alarm. He didn't even know when he had dozed off, but the small puddle of drool on his workbench was evidence enough as well as embarrassing. He subtly wipes the corner of his mouth with a nearby rag before using it to clean up the small puddle before finally looking around to see what woke him. Based off the position of the sun outside, only an hour had passed and a quick glance at the playpen found Peter fast asleep. Maybe a dream woke him up?

"Tony."

The engineer looks back toward his workbench and jumps in his seat when he finds Stephen standing on the other side of it. "I should probably tell you I'm a heart patient."

"Normally I'd be concerned that you just wiped your mouth with a dirty rag, but it's you so it's probably a common occurrence." Stephen replies as he walks over to look down at Peter in the playpen. "How long has he been sleeping?"

"I dunno. Probably about as long as me." Tony looked at his watch and was both glad and disappointed to find that his earlier assumption was correct and only an hour had passed. "Maybe half an hour."

The sorcerer nods. "Have you left the tower since you brought Peter home a few days ago?"

"I don't have the energy to deal with the tabloids if anyone saw me with Pete as he is right now." Tony admits. "I don't even have the energy to have nightmares."

Stephen gave him an odd look for the last bit but Tony just shook his head. He didn't want to get into it. He had nightmares about so many different things, but what he said was the truth. He was a little sleep deprived so his nightmares didn't get a chance to plague him because Peter would wake him up before they got a chance to. Tony still hadn't decided if he was happy about it or not.

"You look like you could use a change of scenery." Stephen observes.

"You know what? I do." Tony admits. "I rebuilt my mansion in Malibu...maybe you can use a vacation too."

"I--" Stephen looks between Tony and Peter. "I'm sure Wong can take care of things for a little while."

Tony looks at the sorcerer in surprise. "Really?"

"Were you not inviting me?"

"Of course I was! I need help with Pete anyway."

Tony wanted to facepalm. Why in the world did he say that? He used Peter as an excuse to invite Stephen to Malibu with them, and while he did need help with the baby, he wouldn't mind actually spending time with the sorcerer. He needed the adult companionship. The Avengers all sort of did their own thing and Rhodey was busy with the Air Force so Tony would take what he could get.

And Stephen was nothing to sneeze at.

"Right...of course. I can take us there whenever you want." Stephen offers and Tony makes a face.

"We can take the jet."

Stephen looks at him with a raised brow. "You want to take a six month old baby on a plane for six hours?"

"...Touché. You mind watching Peter while I get some stuff together?" Tony asks and sighs when the baby chooses that moment to wake up and sit up.

"Go ahead. I can still watch him. I can even take him to the Sanctum and pack."

"Just be careful."

Tony could tell that Stephen was keeping himself from rolling his eyes but neither of them said anything as they went their separate ways. He went upstairs to pack some clothes and things for Peter, and Stephen scooped up the baby and disappeared through a gateway he made. Tony looked at some of the baby furniture around the penthouse when he arrived on the floor but decided that he didn't want to lug any of it. Even through one of Stephen's gateways. So he asked FRIDAY to order some more of the furniture and have it delivered to the mansion as soon as possible. Then he went upstairs and threw some of his things into a duffel bag before he packed a bag for Peter which he filled with everything he needed and then some extra. He even grabbed some of the teen's regular clothes in case by some miracle he changed back to his normal self while they were in Malibu. Tony didn't have anything for Peter at the mansion yet, but he figured it was time to get a room set up for him.

"Did you pack his food?" Stephen asks and Tony jumps and holds his hand to his pounding chest.

"Heart patient!" Tony drops his hand and grabs the bags. "You of all people should understand what that means! And yes, I packed food. I had FRIDAY order furniture and send it to the house too."

Stephen nods and shifts Peter into one of his arms so he can free his hands and make a gateway to the mansion. "Seems a waste of money but I wouldn't want to drag it all around either."

"Precisely."

Tony gathers the bags as well as the one Stephen brought and steps through the gateway with a little less hesitation. Magic still put him on edge but he felt he could trust Stephen, and the younger man really was doing Tony a favor by doing this anyway. Taking Peter on the jet for six hours would have been a nightmare.

When Stephen follows Tony through the gateway, it closes behind them as the sorcerer looks around. The layout was nearly identical to the previous mansion since Tony was pretty happy with it, and he didn't miss the curiosity in Stephen's eyes when he saw the grand piano. The sorcerer gently places baby Peter down on the floor with a few of his toys, and once he makes sure the infant is adequately occupied, Stephen walks over to the piano before looking at Tony.

"May I?" He asks softly.

"Sure. Make yourself at home. What do you want for lunch? I'll order something." Tony offers.

"I'm not picky." Stephen shrugs and sits down at the piano.

The music that filled the air shortly after was nice to listen to but it was obvious that Stephen's hands affected his playing. Tony wouldn't say anything because it probably took a lot of courage to play with people listening, and it was nice to listen to. Even Peter seemed entranced by the music. He sat on the floor staring at the sorcerer, drooling on the block he was holding to his mouth, and it made Tony smile. There may have been night after sleepless night since Peter was turned into a baby, but he was a cute one. Peter watched Stephen with such awe that Tony was actually a little jealous.

He couldn't blame the kid...and Peter was easily impressed even as a baby. Anything Tony did made Peter happy. Even sneezing... whatever that was about.

A sudden wrong note pulls Tony out of his thoughts and Stephen sighs. "Don't worry about it. It sounded great." Tony assures quickly.

"...thank you."

"Even Pete was hypnotized." Tony chuckles as Stephen gets up and walks back over to the baby.

"Is that right?" Stephen smiles and pokes the baby's tummy, drawing a laugh from him. "How about some cereal puffs?"

Peter bounces with excitement when Stephen pulls Peter's bag closer and pulls out the container of puffs, and he drops his block when the sorcerer offers him one. The softness that Stephen only seemed to show Peter immediately surfaced when the baby babbled happily between strawberry flavored cereal puffs and Tony was glad to see it. The stress and frown lines were gone and Stephen was more beautiful than ever--

Tony should probably stop staring.

"FRIDAY, order my usual from the pizza place." Tony says.

"Yes, Boss. It should arrive within the hour."

"Thanks sweetheart."

"Umm…" Stephen looks up from Peter after giving him another puff. "Where will I be sleeping by the way?"

Tony grins. "I've got a king sized bed in my room." When Stephen looks at him flatly he sighs dramatically. "There's a bedroom next to mine you can use. It's eventually going to be Peter's but you can use it for now. Would have been nice to have another warm body in my bed though."

"I'm sure it would be." Stephen says dryly.

Tony smiles and walks over to dig through Peter's bag and grabs everything he needs to make Peter a bottle. Once he's finished with that, he leaves the formula on the counter for a later time and takes the bottle over to Stephen after shaking it to mix it. In the meantime, the sorcerer had dug out the portable changing pad and was in the middle of changing Peter's diaper when Tony gave the bottle to the baby.

"How about a movie and lunch?" Tony says. "I'd say the beach but I'm not sure how good of an idea that is with Peter."

"He might try to eat the sand." Stephen points out.

"Unless I hold him. He might like to get his feet wet. There's a cabana down there too."

Stephen looks out the floor to ceiling windows and then back at Peter to finish changing his diaper. "You have a pool. He can get his feet wet in that."

"That's true." Tony shrugs. "So movie, lunch, and tire the tyke out in the pool?"

"I don't have swim trunks."

"You wearing underwear?"

Stephen turns red. "Well...yes."

"Just wear those." Tony shrugs and leans down to pick up Peter when he was finished being diapered and dressed. "Hey kiddo. Feeling better?"

"Why am I the one changing him anyway?" Stephen mumbles to himself.

Tony didn't bother answering him. He just sat on the couch with Peter and turned on a movie that he let Stephen choose. When the pizza arrived, the sorcerer got up to get their food and then brought it back for them to eat while they finished their movie. It was a nice change in pace even though he was still inside. Stephen would periodically make a comment about the movie, and even one time they argued about the scientific accuracy of... something. Tony sort of forgot what the problem was part way through their argument because Stephen was distracting. Peter interrupted them with a loud belch that Tony swore shook the walls and it sent both men into a fit of laughter.

By the time they got around to going out to the pool, Stephen pointed out a problem.

"He needs a swim diaper."

Tony holds Peter out in front of him and frowns. "He's got a diaper on."

"It's not the same. That will soak up all the water and probably fall off." Stephen turns to head inside. "If you give me a few dollars, I can go pick some up."

Tony follows him back inside and grabs his wallet off the counter. He pulls out his card and hands it to Stephen after the sorcerer grabs his sling ring. "Here. Get the special diapers and a pair of swim trunks for yourself."

Stephen disappeared through a gateway and was back not even five minutes later with both items. Tony was given the diapers to change Peter into and Stephen went into his room to change into his swim trunks, and soon enough Tony was back outside with Peter. He carefully descended into the pool until the water was up to his waist and then he held Peter out to dip his feet in the water. The baby's following squeal of happiness almost made Tony cringe from the intensity of it but he couldn't help but laugh when tiny legs kicked in excitement.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm already in the water!" Tony chuckles and lowers Peter into the water a little more. The baby was squirming in his hands, but Tony had a firm grasp on him. "Remind me to bring you back here when you're back to normal."

"I grabbed some sunblock too." Stephen says as he walks out.

Tony gawked. Stephen was really beautiful in every way. He was even fit. Which of course made sense when the sorcerer used martial arts as a means of defense and fighting.

"Oh...yeah. Good idea." Tony wades over to the side of the pool and he holds Peter on the edge so Stephen can apply the sunblock.

"There." Stephen says when he finishes with Peter and then starts on himself. "You may have been blessed with tan skin but Peter and I will burn like lobsters."

Tony pulls Peter back into the water and the baby splashes happily. "Yeah, he's already teething. I don't want to put sunburn on top of that."

"Thank you by the way." Stephen says softly.

"For the trunks? That's no big deal." Tony says.

"Well, yes...but for inviting me too. I know it was to help with Peter--"

"That was only part of it." Tony blurts out and then clears his throat. "I needed the company...and you looked like you needed a vacation too."

"That's an understatement." Stephen huffs. "I think this was overdue for both of us.

"We can stay as long as you want." Tony says.

"Tempting, but we both have responsibilities." Stephen says as he puts the sunblock aside. "A few days wouldn't hurt though."

Tony smiles. "Sounds good to me. How about you Pete?"

Peter answers with another loud squeal and some more splashing and Tony closes his eyes against the water.

"I think it's safe to say he's happy with the idea." Stephen chuckles.

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #peter parker

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@febuwhump day 17: field surgery

relaxation is overrated summary

“What’s wrong, Parker?”

“So I have news,” he tells him.

Tony immediately closes his eyes and braces himself. It’s never a good sign when the boy starts stalling. “Spit it out.”

“I have a bullet in my leg.”

“What?”

“Just a small one!”

“All bullets are small.”

“That’s true, Mr. Stark, but I don’t know, compared to the others, this one sort of feels like small fries, you know?”

Peter takes a bullet to the leg, and Tony is a Stressed Dad.

“Hey, Mr. Stark, how are you?”

Peter’s voice on the other end of the phone is muffled, broken, and it brings a spike in Tony’s always present anxiety. He holds his cellphone in one hand, while he continues to pour himself a scotch with the other.

It’s eleven in the fucking evening, so he isn’t ready to give up on his plans to relax just yet, despite all the obvious signs screaming that his doom is unavoidable. Now that Peter’s on the line, he doubts any real relaxing will take place.

“What’s wrong, Parker?”

“So I have news,” he tells him.

Tony immediately closes his eyes and braces himself. It’s never a good sign when the boy starts stalling. “Spit it out.”

“I have a bullet in my leg.”

“What?”

“Just a small one!”

“All bullets are small.”

“That’s true, Mr. Stark, but I don’t know, compared to the others, this one sort of feels like small fries, you know?”

“The others?” questions Tony.

“When you’re Spider-Man you make a lot of enemies. People like shooting at you and all that. It’s just I’ve never been very good at dodgeball.”

Tony inhales, holds, then releases, in some futile attempt to calm his pulse. It doesn’t work.

His heart continues to rampage around in his chest without any sign of ceasing. He can’t work out which is worse, the imagine of Peter lying in an alley with a bullet in his leg, or that he’d just referred to being shot at as playing a gym class sport.

“Can you come, ummm, help me out?”

As if Peter even needs to ask.

Tony’s already pouring his glass of scotch down the kitchen sink, and ordering FRIDAY to send him Peter’s location.

“I’ll be there in a jiffy,” says Tony.

He hangs up, pockets his phone, and steps out onto his balcony. Armor flies towards him. Cloaks him with power. And he’s blasting off into night, ready to go out and rescue his dumbass child.

Tony finds Peter in a dark alley. His back is up against a building, and he’s playing some game on his phone, as if he’s a bored child waiting at the doctor’s office instead of Spider-Man with a gunshot wound. Peter, at least, puts the phone away into his spidey suit when Tony lands.

“Kid,” says Tony. His face mask disappears and he eyes the blood pouring out his leg. “That’s a lot of blood.”

Peter shrugs. “Oh, I’ve had worse.”

“Please do not say that,” says Tony. “If you want me and your aunt to continue letting you play cops and robbers with street riff-raff, please do not tell me anything more than I need to know.”

“Fine, fine,” says Peter. “Just get this bullet out of me so I can continue my patrol.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“That’s why you showed up?” asks Peter. Painfully serious. “Remove the bullet and I’ll be on my way.”

“Oh yeah,” says Tony. “Let me just grab my medic bag and my bullet removers.”

Peter looks up at him. The black eyes stitched into the spidey mask are comically wide, and if it was any other situation, Tony might’ve laughed. Or at least privately thought of it as cute.

“What about me made you think I would be willing to dig around in your leg with tweezers searching for a very small bullet?”

“Dunno,” says Peter. “Field surgery doesn’t seem that difficult, you know, for a genius? And I don’t really want to go to Medbay.”

Tony doesn’t believe what he’s hearing, but it gets worse as Peter continues to ramble with no sign of slowing down any time soon.

“There’s a drug store down the road, you could just go there and buy some rubbing alcohol and some -”

“-kid-”

“-what’s the big deal? I do it all -”

“-Do not keep talking, hear me? Stop talking right now!” says Tony, beyond stressed.

He starts his breathing exercises. He closes his eyes.

“Mr. Stark, are you okay?” asks Peter. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to block this conversation from my memory,” he tells him. “It’s the only way I’ll ever get any rest.”

It’s a miracle, but the boy stops talking long enough for Tony to calm himself down.

“Okay,” says Tony. “Let’s go.”

Peter lets out a pitiful groan.

“Hey, it’s either a piggy back ride to the Tower’s med center, or bleeding out in a dark alley, your choice.”

“Fine,” says Peter, allowing Tony to help him up, then clinging to his back. “But we’re never speaking about this again.”

“Oh,” says Tony. “We’re in total agreement there.”

They retrieve the bullet from Peter’s leg, and they bandage it up real good. Peter’s got it propped up in a sling when Tony returns to his medbay room. He stops. Stares at it, and hits Peter with a look.

“And you wanted me to do it.”

Peter’s grins ruefully. “Just didn’t want to spend the night in the hospital. All high on pain meds.”

“Didn’t see you refusing them,” says Tony, plopping down in the bedside armchair.

“Yeah, well,” says Peter. “Suppose it is better than being all dead zombielike in some alley.”

Tony has the perfect opportunity to gloat right there, in that moment, and yet he lets it sail by. I-told-you-so’s are for weaker men. Or maybe it’s the opposite. Tony doesn’t exactly have it figured out.

Just knows now that Peter’s got his mask off, and his tragically young eyes peer back at him, Tony isn’t capable of being anything less than kind and compassionate. There’s not even room for sarcastic banter when Peter’s looking so young, and vulnerable, and a little bit high on those pain meds he hadn’t really wanted at first.

“Thanks for coming to get me, Mr. Stark,” says Peter. “And, umm, sorry for almost giving you heart palpitations and all. I know I’m kind of annoying sometimes.”

“Don’t worry about it, Pete,” says Tony. “The palpitations are worth it.”

Peter laughs, suddenly and loud. “Palpitations is a fun word. Like Emperor Palpitations… no wait.” He shakes his head. “That’s not his name… what’s his name? On Star Wars… whatever. Should’ve named him palpitations.”

“They must really have you on the strong stuff,” says Tony, with a chuckle, “if you’re forgetting your Star Wars facts.”

“Does that make me a fake fan?” His voice is so serious and scared, as if he really believes somehow he’s about to be banned from the Star Wars fandom forever.

“No,” says Tony. “Nobody who spends three hours putting together a Lego Death Star is a fake fan.”

“Oh,” says Peter. Relief washes across his face. “Good.”

Tony chuckles. “I think maybe you should sleep it off, kid.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s good, sleep is really good,” says Peter. He pulls the blanket up to his chin, and looks at Tony, glossy eyed, that is, until both his eyes drift shut. “You’ll stay with me?”

“Yeah, kid, of course.”

Peter doesn’t say anything else and Tony can tell it’s because he’s already nodded off into dream town. With a sigh, Tony props his feet up on Peter’s bed. He guesses relaxation is overrated, anyway.

#febuwhumpday17 #irondad #irondad fic #my fic #Peter and tony #Peter Parker gets shot

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Two is better than one

[9:31pm] “Show me how you liked to be touched.” And “What? Does that feel good?” w/ Yunho and Mingi x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4.2k (semi-edited)

This was supposed to be a timestamp but I got way too carried away

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You and Yunho have been dating for about a year now and your sex life is anything but boring. But Yunho brings up the idea of switching it up a little.

“A what?” You look at Yunho with wide eyes, not expecting what had come out of Yunho’s mouth.

“A t-threesome…” Yunho had repeated a lot quieter this time, feeling a lot less confident from your reaction.

You give Yunho a questioning look. He’s always told you he didn’t like sharing, but you remember once you overheard Yunho talking to Mingi about it, “Why would you want that angel?”

Yunho looked away from you with pink cheeks, “I… Umm- I-it’ll be nice and-”

You smirked before you cut off Yunho, “With who angel?”

Yunho opens his mouth before closing it immediately, “Y-You can pick…” You know who Yunho wants you to pick, but you’re not really sure why.

“I dunno angel… who do you want for me?” You watched as Yunho looked around awkwardly knowing you wanted him to tell you.

You raise your eyebrows expectantly waiting for Yunho to answer you and when he responds quietly you bite your lip to contain your smile, “M-Mingi…”

“And why is that?” You place your hand on his thigh while moving closer to him.

Yunho starts to breathe heavily as you draw shapes onto his inner thigh, “H-He’ll take care o-of you. L-Like you deserve.”

You cock your head to the side not knowing what he meant by that, “You take care of me just fine angel. You’re so good to me,”

Yunho nods with a shy smile, “I know- just… h-he can make you feel good too.”

You look at Yunho for a while longer before grabbing his phone and opening it to Mingi’s contact, “Go ahead and call him then.”

Yunho looks between you and the phone with wide eyes, not expecting you would agree so easily. He grabs the phone with a shaky hand before putting it to his ear. You listen as it rings before a deep voice answers with a loud “Hey! What’s up?”

Yunho looks to you once more for confirmation. You signal him to continue and Yunho let’s out a loud sigh, “Hey… Mingi-”

You can tell Mingi immediately notices the energy isn’t reincorporated, “Is everything okay?” You smile softly as you look at Yunho. His cheeks are bright red as he continues the conversation.

“Y-Yeah, everything’s fine… but uhh- remember what we Umm… talked about the other day when you were over?” There’s a silence on the other side of the line and you can see Yunho start to fidget nervously.

After the longest 10 seconds of Yunho’s life he’s about to hang up and pretend this never happened before he hears Mingi finally speak up, “Umm… I’m not sure? Could you remind me?”

You can immediately detect the teasing in Mingi’s voice as he asked Yunho. You placed your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing out loud.

Yunho groans as he shakes his head while looking at you. Yunho whined when he sees the state of amusement you’re in, “Mingi- You know what I’m talking about,”

There’s a deep chuckle on the other side of the phone, “But I don’t Yunho…” You find yourself biting your lip as you listen to Mingi’s teasing voice.

Yunho makes an annoyed groan, “When can you be here?” For a moment Yunho catches you off guard making you gasp loudly.

A hum comes from the other end of the line that makes chills run down your spine. “Gimme a few hours… at 9:30?” Yunho looks up to you for an answer. You nod and Yunho responds to Mingi, “See you then.”

When Yunho hangs up the phone your heart starts to pound against your chest. Yunho can sense your anxiousness, “You know… Mingi, he likes you. So whatever feelings of being nervous should go away.”

Your head snaps to Yunho, “He- He what?” You felt yourself become smaller in front of Yunho, which has never happened. Yunho cocked his head in amusement as your Dom persona was fading.

“You like that huh? You like the attention?” Yunho’s words shot straight to your core but you tried your best not to show it.

You swallowed harshly as you gripped Yunho’s chin in your hand, “Remember who’s in charge angel.”

Yunho whimpered as your hand trailed to his throat. You fingers wrapped around his throat both gently and harshly as Yunho smirked at you, “Not when Mingi gets here.”

Your gaze was so harsh that Yunho broke eye contact with you, “I’d suggest you shut up if you actually wanna cum and not just watch.”

Yunho’s hips thrusted up as you applied pressure, making his head spin, “Sorry Angel, gotta wait until Mingi comes…” Yunho groans when you stand up and walk to the kitchen.

Once you got into the kitchen where Yunho couldn’t see you, you panicked a little bit. You knew immediately that Mingi held the power over you from only hearing him over the phone. You internally panicked since when you went into your sub space… you fell hard. You had no clue how you were supposed to take care of Yunho too.

You walked out of the kitchen with a drink and let one of your hands out for Yunho, “Come on, let’s go watch TV before Mingi gets here yeah?” Yunho follows you back to your room and he lays down and pulls you on top of him.

He wraps his arms around you and you do the same when you start to feel something poking at your inner thigh. You look up to Yunho with raised eyebrows, “I’m not touching you angel, not until Mingi gets here.”

Yunho knows exactly what’s going to happen once Mingi gets here. You’re gonna be so fucked out over something so small that you’re not going to be able to comprehend how to Dom Yunho. Yunho thinks he couldn’t try and Dom too but he’s actually never domed anyone before.

Yunho knew that Mingi knew he was a sub and Yunho also knew that Mingi was going to take advantage of as well. For all he knows the two of you could just totally gang up and tease the shit outta him.

Yunho just really hoped that you were too busy being wrapped around Mingi’s finger to notice and embarrass Yunho like you usually love doing.

Both of you were both extremely anxious and excited for what was to come. There was constant fidgeting and checking of the time. The TV was on but neither of you were acting watching it. At one point you even went to go change into a matching pretty pink lace bra and matching panties with a little bow and hem on the front.

It felt like forever has passed before you hear a knock at your door. Your heads snap towards the direction of your door before turning to look at each other with wide eyes. You open and close your mouth a few times before you finally speak up, “G-Go open the door angel…”

Yunho looks at you with pleading eyes before groaning and pushing you off of him so he could go answer the door. Meanwhile you immediately shot up and looked around frantically. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to look awkward when Mingi walked in but you also didn’t wanna look like a try hard.

You instinctively sat on the bed with your legs tucked underneath you but your top half was flailing around awkwardly as you tried to find a good position. You heard muffled voices right outside of the door and you almost started crying.

You tried to remember what Yunho told you earlier “Mingi, he likes you. So whatever feelings of being nervous should go away.” If Mingi actually liked you and Yunho wasn’t just saying that to make you feel better you really had nothing to worry about.

The door opens gently as Mingi walks into the room carefully with Yunho right behind him. When you make eye contact with Mingi for the first time your hands immediately go to lay on your lap. When Mingi sees the position your in he smirks as he scans your body. You start to shut down completely as you're already pretty much ready to submit yourself to Mingi at any moment.

You glance at Yunho who shut the door and he’s looking at you with wide eyes. He’s never seen you look this… submissive before.

You turn your attention back to Mingi who sat in front of you on the bed. He smirks as he looks at Yunho, “What’re the rules?”

You smile to yourself as you see a look of panic flash across Yunho’s face. He looks at you expectantly to which you just shrug, “Ummm… dunno-”

Mingi hums while looking back at you. He gently grabs your chin in his hand as he speaks softly while looking into your eyes, “So… no rules huh? I can kiss her… and mark her so she’ll remember that I made her feel this good.” Your breathing became heavier as Mingi got closer to you. You unconsciously pressed your thighs together to feel some sort of friction which didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi.

He puts a knee in between your legs to stop you from closing them further as he continues, “I can fuck her until she begs me to stop? Fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk for weeks…”

You gripped onto Mingi’s thigh as he pressed his knee onto your core. As he spoke you whimpered softly as you pressed yourself onto Mingi’s knee, “cum in her pretty pussy.”

You grind yourself on Mingi as he turns to look at Yunho, “So you’re saying that’s okay Yunho?” Yunho glances between you and Mingi with wide eyes and dark red cheeks.

As soon as Yunho nodded Mingi pushed you back on the bed and hovered above you. The two of you were so close together, your noses were touching as your body arched up into his. Mingi pressed his lips against yours while his free hand ran down your body.

Mingi licked on the shell of your ear before whispering to you, “Are you sure about this sweetheart? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

You shake your head, “N-No, I want to. If Yunho trusts you… S-So do I.” Mingi nods and sits up on his knees. Mingi looks to Yunho who’s still standing on the side of the bed.

“Yunho come here.” Mingi addresses Yunho sharply. Yunho looked like he was going to follow Mingi’s orders but he looked at you for confirmation. Mingi makes a sound of amusement when Yunho joins the two of you on the bed only when you allow him to.

“Why don’t you strip her for me… angel.” Yunho inhales sharply hearing Mingi call him the pet name he loves so much.

Once again, Yunho looks up to you for permission, “G-Go ahead angel… you don’t gotta ask permission anymore okay? Just remember who’s in charge here.”

A chill runs through your body as Mingi tugs on your pants, “Me.” You moan loudly as Mingi successfully pulls down your pants as he orders Yunho to do the same with your top.

Yunho gently starts to pull your top off of you revealing your matching lingerie set. Yunho whimpers as he fingers the small bow in between your breasts.

“Aww… so pretty doll, did you get all cute for me?” You whined as Mingi let the waistband of your panties snap your hip. You lifted your hips as Mingi traced the design of the lace on your core.

“Show me how you like to be touched, doll.” Mingi’s hands were resting on your inner thighs and slowly rubbing his thumb along your soft skin.

You wanted to refuse, you wanted to switch positions but you knew you weren’t the one in charge. You grabbed Mingi’s hand from your thigh and placed it onto your core.

Mingi looks down at you with dark eyes as he smirks, “So needy for me to touch you doll…” Mingi looks to Yunho with a smirk. Yunho has never seen you like this and he’s never been more turned on in his life. “Look how needy your little girl is angel… Just begging for me to touch her.”

Yunho was insanely hard and his length was straining against the constraints of his jeans. You wanted to touch Yunho. You wanted Mingi to touch you. You wanted Yunho to touch you. “Mark her for me Yunho. Mark her so she’ll remember this every time she sees them.”

Yunho knew you didn’t like being marked, at least not in visible places, so when you tilted your head back to give Yunho access to your neck he immediately told advantage of it.

His mouth attached to your neck in the spot where Yunho knew you were weak. You moaned loudly as Yunho bit into your neck. When you had almost forgotten Mingi was in between your legs he made sure to remind you. You felt the lace fabric being ripped off of you in one tug.

You gasp loudly and mumble incoherently about how he owes you another pair. You don’t have too much time to think about it though. Mingi immediately attaches his mouth to your clit. Your legs tried to close around Mingi making him grip your thighs harshly as he spreads them himself.

You didn’t know if you were allowed to touch him so you gripped your chest with one as your free hand traveled to grip Yunho’s hair. Yunho was still making his assault on your neck making his way down to your chest. He moaned loudly as he listened to your needy whines as you tugged on his hair.

You want to, no, need to touch Yunho. His soft whimpers against your neck had you grinding yourself against Mingi’s tongue. “M-Mingi, Yunho- please. Fuckfuckfuck” Mingi had shoved two fingers inside you as you tried to speak.

Your body jolted as Mingi thrusted his fingers into you at a fast pace, fingers brushing against your sweet spot. You had no idea how Mingi Was able to understand your babbling about Yunho but he nodded his head in approval.

You were usually able to keep your voice stable since you were the one pacing Yunho, but now that you have no control over it you can barely get out a proper sentence, “A-Angel, could you p-please- ah fuck Mingi- could you please s-strip for m-me?” Mingi was hitting your spot with every thrust.

You finally just gave up and gripped onto Mingi’s hair. As you tugged roughly on his beautiful red hair he let out groans that vibrated your whole core.

You watched as Yunho quickly rid the clothing from his body. You knew Yunho was insanely turned on and you still held the power over him so you were going to use it to your advantage.

You tried to ignore the building in your stomach as you were getting close to cumming. Mingi obviously knew you were close. His thrusts became harder as he sloppy sucked on your juices.

Once you saw Yunho was completely naked you pulled him towards you with your free hand. You gripped onto his pretty cock as you guided it to your mouth. Yunho let out a loud moan as he gripped onto the headboard to keep from grabbing your hair. You immediately pulled away and looked up at Yunho, “Don’t cum until I say so.”

Yunho nodded his head vigorously before you placed your lips around him. You took Yunho as far as you could before sucking lightly. You were constantly moaning around Yunho’s cock from the pleasure Mingi was giving you. The vibrations you were giving off were making Yunho shake slightly.

Your legs were shaking in Mingi’s grasp as you were so close to cuming. You knew Yunho was close too so you took him out of your mouth and started jerking him off quickly. You whined loudly at Mingi, “Mingi- I- fuckfuck please.”

Mingi smirked against you, “Go ahead doll, cum for me.” Yunho moaned loudly, you can feel him throbbing in your hand but before you say anything Mingi speaks up again, “You too Angel, why don’t both of you cum at the same time for me?”

You were so close. You just needed something to push you over the edge. You knew Yunho was waiting for you to cum first.

Mingi smirked before he bit down on your clit gently making you cum. Your back arched off the bed as you grind your bottom half on Mingi’s tongue.

Almost immediately after you, Yunho came all over your chest. You griminced slightly as you felt the cum hit your chest. At some point Yunho had taken your bra off so you were completely bare.

You felt the need to assert your dominance over Yunho so you gripped his face gently bringing him into a kiss. When you pulled away you whispered in his ear, “Clean your mess up for me and I’ll let you cum as many times as you want.”

Yunho immediately obeyed and attached his lips to your beasts. Mingi watched Yunho with dark eyes as he licked across your chest and sucked on your nipples just to tease you.

Mingi ran his fingers over your slit to collect your cum on his fingers. Your body thrashed as he dragged his fingers over your clit. Mingi brought his fingers up to your lips and you immediately opened them to take Mingi’s fingers in your mouth.

You make eye contact with Mingi as your tongue swirls around his long digits. You moaned softly as you tasted yourself on his fingers.

“Sit up.” You followed Mingi instructions as you sat back up. “Why don’t you sit on Yunho for me?” You pulled Yunho down and straddled his lap quickly.

You gripped his cock in your hand and rubbed it along your folds making him whine loudly while putting his face in your neck. You hear Mingi rummaging in the drawer next to the bed and makes a noise of accomplishment whenever he finds what he needs.

You align the head of Yunho’s cock with your entrance and slowly bring yourself down. Your thighs are tense as you struggle to lift yourself. You’re barely able to register the sounds of a zipper and a belt behind you until Mingi places a large hand on your ass.

Your body tenses as you feel your cheeks being spread. You hear a cap open and you immediately know what he’s doing. You place your face in Yunho to muffle your moans as you feel the cold lube against your tight rim.

You heard lewd squelching noises as Mingi spreads the lube across his length.

You turn around to try and look at Mingi’s cock and your mouth drops slightly. Mingi presses his thumb against your rim and your back arches into Yunho’s chest causing the both of you to moan. It takes you a few seconds to register the feeling of Mingi’s finger in your ass.

Mingi quickly puts more lube on his fingers and places two inside of you. Your eyes start to water with the feeling of you being so full and Mingi just has his fingers in you.

Mingi grabs your face and looks at you mockingly, “What? Does that feel good? Does it feel good having both of your tight holes so filled?” Mingi scissors his fingers to stretch you out. This feeling was completely new to you and once you got used to the odd feeling it felt unbelievable.

You didn’t have any time to adjust to the Mingi slipping his fingers out of you and replacing it with his cock.

Mingi guess this was your first time doing this so he tried his best to be gentle with you, “Tell me if it hurts too much okay doll?”

You nodded signaling that you were doing fine. Mingi held onto your hips as he slowly inched the rest of his cock in your ass. You were clenching around both cocks inside of you making them both groan out against you.

Mingi and yunho were both bottomed out against you and you’ve never felt this full in your life. Your lower half was shaking as Mingi started to thrust into your ass gently. Yunho moaned loudly as he felt Mingi’s cock moving inside you as well.

Yunho started to lift his hips to match Mingi’s and you couldn’t help the way you moaned out gripping onto Yunho’s biceps.

“You’re so fucking tight doll. Letting me fuck this tight ass of yours.” You were way more attracted to Mingi’s deep and raspy voice that you thought you were. The way he spoke in such a deep seductive voice made you clench against both cocks.

Yunho was just as affected as you were. The thrusts of the two boys become uneven as Yunho chases his high. Yunho thrusts into you harder and faster as he’s so close to cuming.

“This is your first time huh? First time letting someone t-take you in the ass. And it’s me, letting me be your first. It feels so good doesn’t it doll?” You nodded comically as you chanted Mingi’s name like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

“Such a good girl, taking two cocks. You’re so full aren’t you? Too bad we don’t have someone fucking that pretty mouth of yours.” That was it for you. You came harder at that moment than you ever had before. You were shaking from the overstimulation since Mingi and Yunho we’re still both thrusting into you so they could cum.

It didn’t take Yunho long after you to cum. You felt yunho cum inside you and fill you up more than you already were. Mingi still hadn’t cum yet. He gripped onto your hips harshly as he thrusted into your ass making you fly forward onto Yunho.

His thrusting was making you bounce on Yunho’s cock as well making the both of you moan uncontrollably. The coil in both of your stomachs was building again as you continued to get friction from Mingi’s thrusting.

Tears flowed from your eyes from all the pleasure you were receiving, “Mingi please! I- fuck please.” You didn’t even know what you were begging for but Mingi seemed to know what you wanted.

Mingi lifted you off of Yunho and flipped you onto your back. He gripped onto your waist and immediately thrusted into your pussy. Mingi groaned loudly as your cum filled walls wrapped around his thick cock.

“So fucking tight- even with Yunho fucking this pretty pussy of yours it’s still so tight.” The noises coming from your bottom half would’ve made you embarrassed in any other situation but right now your mind was clouded with too much lust to care.

Mingi looked down to watch his cock enter and exit you. He watched as his cock got covered with the combination of yours and Yunho’s cum. Mingi brought a hand down to rub at your clit. You were practically screaming out at the pleasure you were receiving.

Once again, the coil in your stomach snapped making you cum for the third time that night. Mingi placed his head in your neck and started leaving marks to keep himself from moaning.

You felt as you got filled to the brim with the mixture of both Mingi and Yunho’s cum. You subconsciously run your nails up and down Mingi’s back like you usually do to Yunho and your other hand brushes the hair out of Mingi’s eyes.

As you brush your hand through his hair and you feel him smile against your neck, “S-Sorry it’s instinct… Y-Yunho likes it.”

Yunho chuckles next to you as he gets up to get what you assume is a new change of clothes for the three of you.

You continue to soothe Mingi with your gentle touches. You can feel his body become heavier on top of you. You start laughing as Mingi holds onto you tighter. He was falling asleep.

You whisper to Mingi, “Mingi… Mingi wake up. You need to change.” Mingi shakes his head and groans before rolling off of you. Yunho comes back fully dressed and hands the both of you a change of clothes along with a wet cloth.

Yunho wipes your forehead of all the sweat and moves to wipe in between your legs, cleaning the cum from your core.

Mingi dresses in Yunho’s clothes and looks down at you and Yunho laying down awkwardly. Without looking towards Mingi you put your arms out, “come on, come cuddle.”

Mingi smiles widely while walking over to you, “You sure you don’t want me to go?”

You shake your head and pull Mingi back down on top of you, “Of course not, two is better than one anyways.”

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D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft, Hazlan Arc, part 1

"Killing's not working and murders all we’re good at!" "I’m good at lots of…" "And murders all we’re good at."

"Chipmunk droppings, I just got this nice cloak and my daggers enchanted. This stinks like a badger who hasn't bathed in months."

“I can do horrible. But, sure, whatever.” "I'm sure there are easier ways to get a harem for yourself, that don't come with as many strings attached."

"Wrong head. This one is much more swelled."

"Let's hope if we ignore it then it will do the same and then bugger off." “We def gonna have to kill it by end of day.” "Worse, I'd hate for us to agitate it and it turn out to be some sort of.... delivery head..." “It’s what I’d use for messages if I was a forked up Wizard.”

"You don't intimidate me." He says, clearly intimidated.

“If it makes you feel better, now I only have to roll one body into the ditch.”

"We've no quarrel with you. Stand aside, or barter like...and he ran off..."

"There we go. Nice and non-violent." “You mispronounced 'boring'.”

"I'm going to keep a look out in case someone competent tries to ambush us."

“Besides, I’m like… a free lance peacekeeping agent. For certain definitions of peace. And keeping. And all the other words really.”

"Okay, just what is that, an ogre, a hill giant, or something else?" “Can I kill this one?”

"A silver piece says Tiny is as likely to attack them as us."

"Unfortunately we were testing a modified growth potion one day and I drew the short straw."

"I figured as much. You're ill equipped, your tactics are amateurish, and you don't respond well when things don't go your way. Screams desperate with few options." "You don't have to rub it in man." “You tried to rob us. Twice. And we didn’t kill you. Even though I kinda want to.”

“I dunno, the one with horns is screaming that he’s got some cool shit we can steal.” "I am Nima Galzona, Necromancer, and apprentice to the great Hazlik." “Jonni Humantorch, genie fucker.”

"I'm...not comfortable riding inside a giant mouth. Bad experience with a dire mole once."

"Do necromancers just lose the ability to smell? Or they just get so used to the scent of decay that it doesn't bother them any more?"

"So anyone else get the feeling that 'murders' is going to be a drastic understatement about what's wrong here? I don't get the impression that a crime spree merits wizard attention."

Today however the streets are strangely sparse, as you head to where the caravan usually sets up, you find out why. “Please be fire, please be fire, please…”

Death to all witches and workers of magic, repent and pray the gods show thee mercy, for I have none. --The Witchfinder. “Oh, sweet! Someone they’ll give me money to set on fire!”

“I don’t use magic. The universe just knows I’m awesome.”

"Oh boy... shits about to get political." Jonni stops and puts the torches she was gonna start selling back.

At this point Nima turns around and unleashes a massive skull shaped fireball into the air high above the crowd. “Nice add on. 9/10.”

“Which remind me, if you cast speak with dead, and speak with plants, can you talk to chairs?”

"I threatened to pick you up like an angry poodle once, am not afraid to do it again."

"I'll go along, someone needs to make sure Jonni doesn't set stuff on fire we need intact."

"I wonder what kind of experiment it must have been to have so many people..." "I can guarantee you won't like the answer." OOC: Let's be optimistic. Maybe it was an experiment in self-sustainable farming to improve the local ecosystem. OOC: Narrator: it was not.

"Why can't we ever go anywhere nice? I can vaguely remember nice places used to exist somewhere at some point."

"Okay, who broke the moon?" OOC: Who knows in this savage land of sorcery and super science. "Wait, he can break a moon! Umm, we should avoid him for a long, long time." "This is his domain after all. That or some race of lunatic ratmen who thought it was made of Ruminating Rock."

Just a single row of normal sized bricks, about ankle height. "Its a trap, get an axe."

“Marsh, we can make you a new hand, right?”

“Shove it in.....Are we still saying 'phrasing'?”

"Goggles on, things are weird." “Here weird or 'coke party in the City of Brass' weird?”

"You know how I was wondering about why we never go anywhere nice? Well now we are somewhere nice and I don't trust it at all."

“Hey, so what are you doing after work?” Pause. "I do not have that information." “Well, this is Hell, let’s burn it down. Burn it all down!”

"Hold on, I speak attraction." (POSTER'S NOTE: As in theme park, not sex.)

"That information is classified. Please give administrator passcode." "A Wizard did it." "Passcode accepted." "I can't believe that worked." “My second guess was ‘ruminating powder.’”

"Yeah.. The others seem to be currently living-impaired.." “Let’s check my newest victim first then.”

“Hey, slim! Look alive! I wanna discuss mass burial techniques!”

"Talk! Fast! Or steam loud!”

"It is wrong to murder a defenseless mage in cold blood. It is wrong to murder a defenseless mage in cold blood. It is wrong to..."

OOC: Marshal is of the opinion we don't kill him for a long time.

OOC: So what this session has taught us is like everywhere else in Ravenloft, The Weird Wizard Wasteland SUCKS!

Gorbash: okay… so… how do we finally get out of here? Domain lord: Only the Dark Powers could let you out. Edmund: So we need to talk to them. Domain Lord: Literally no one ever has. You’d have to cause a catastrophic amount of attention to maybe get their attention. Jonni: …. My hour has come at last. "Time to kill a monster. And it is self-defense if he summons a monster intent on murdering us." “Sure. Let’s go with that.” "Hi, if you are watching this. I am dead. I assume you killed me, but that was a mistake..." "It really wasn't." "Must run faster. Must run faster. Not getting caught in another dimensional implosion. Must run faster." Escape collapsing grad thesis, first! “Yeah, let’s let Marsh calm him down while we check to see if that loser left anything interesting out here." You find a very interesting ant. The tiny, angry sun is back in the sky. "Don't make eye contact..." "That’s my purse! I don’t know you!” Jonni somehow kicks the sun in the balls. "Beware! We have fortified waffles! They can concuss at 50 paces." “Crab people. Or more fucked up Wizard experiments. 50/50 odds.” OOC: Doctors without Domain Borders. "We only want the food and clothes." "And we just want shinies.” "Money is no use to us, no one would take it from us." “Oh, you just gotta know how to talk to them. Grab em by the short and hairies first.” "As said, my waffles are well fortified. They can be used as throwing stones." "And as a professional, I would advise not swimming five hours after eating one." "Really Jonni, I don't mind the way you speak.. but it might not hurt to try to limit the goading to people who CAN'T wipe us from existence?" “Killing me only proves I was right.” “Hey, we were bonding over our opinion on casual murder!” OOC: Her two diametrically opposed sides! Her evil side! And her indifferent side! "We never truly die, this will avail you nothing." “Yeah? I bet kinda dying still hurts like a mother forker though.” OOC: Slab of iron with which I have lived, strike now one last heart of dickery… “Sorry not sorry we killed your folks!”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft

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Ok I've spent a few months lurking and just being a lil too nervous to ask about The Royal House Perdel, but now that I've read the premise ohmygod I love it. I would pay actual money to read it as a book one day.

WHAT. You’re my favorite now. I love you. Take my firstborn.

Since I assume you’re also here for FF7, have a little gift writing of my protag at age 7 hopping dimensions and interacting with the SSC Firsts.

They should have known something was off when they were able to corner Cloud so quickly, but they definitely figured it out when he started giggling.

“Cloud…?” Sephiroth asked cautiously, crouched a short distance from him.

“Pfft, ahaha, your faces!” He said, pointing and covering his mouth with the other hand. Bright orange-red bled out from the root of his hair, spreading down as the strands lengthened and curled. He grew a little taller, a little ganglier, and his face…

Not his face. That wasn’t Cloud at all, though how the laughing girl had accomplished such an effective disguise was a question for another time.

“Who the hell are you!” Genesis exploded. “Where is Cloud!”

“He’s busy,” the little girl said, breaking off her laughter to stick out her tongue at them. “Meanie. He’s following a Virtue! You can’t interrupt that!”

Sephiroth growled, standing up. “Genesis, with me. Angeal, start a conference call. We will begin where we lost Cloud.” He and Genesis darted off, leaving Angeal with the strange new child.

“Wonderful,” he sighed, pulling out his PHS and doing as Sephiroth had commanded. “Another one.” He caught the girl’s arm when she nonchalantly tried to waltz past him. “And where do you think you’re going?”

She blinked. “That way,” she said, pointing.

“Not when you’ve⁠—is that Cloud’s hair?” There was a tuft of pale golden hair clenched in her hand.

“Duh,” she said, “that’s the rule for the spell. ‘A dear thing, freely given. Closer to the skin, more power riven.’”

Angeal struggled to parse through the bewildering statement. “Because Cloud gave you his hair, you were able to...cast a spell to look like him?” He tilted her arm, looking her over for materia, but saw nothing. “Where’s your materia?”

She blinked at him. “What’s materia?”

He decided to abandon the line of inquiry entirely. “Where are your parents?”

Her expression turned sheepish. She scuffed the toe of her sandal across the concrete. “Umm...Granda’ is gonna come find me soon...I’m probably in trouble.”

For the first time, Angeal noticed the glittering jewels held in the intricate lacework of her sandals. They certainly weren’t materia, but they did tell him that her parents must have been very wealthy. “And why are you in trouble?”

She flushed and looked away. “I’m not s’pposed to go through the Gates…” she mumbled.

“The gates?”

“The Gates Between. The ones that cross the Empty Spaces.” She stared down at her feet, and nervously plucked at the hem of her skirt. “Granda’ can open the Gates cuz he’s Imperator, and I can cuz I’m a Mage but he says I’m too little. I’m not supposed to be here, but...but it was calling me! I had to!” She looked up at him with wide, unnatural golden eyes and a pleading little pout.

He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

⁠—

Genesis took one look at the little redhead sleeping contentedly against Angeal’s shoulder and said “no, no, we already have one, put that back.”

Angeal looked tired and a little defeated, leveling Genesis with an unimpressed glance. With Cloud in the wind, all they could do now was wait for some sign of his whereabouts—probably in the form of demolished ShinRa property. Which left them to deal with everything else for a while instead.

“Believe me,” he said, “I’m not particularly happy about this either. But her parents are impossible to find. She doesn’t exist in any records—and I do mean any records. Even the Turks can’t find anything. And I can’t exactly just leave her with someone.”

Genesis narrowed his eyes. “Why not?”

“She has...abilities. You saw the disguise earlier, but there’s more.” He looked vaguely disturbed, glancing down at the kid like she was a ticking bomb. “A lot more.”

Sephiroth sighed. “Naturally. That seems to be the theme lately, strange children with inexplicable abilities showing up on our doorsteps.”

Finally, a hint of humor broke through Angeal’s tiredness. “Well, look on the bright side. At least this one actually trusts adults.”

“Too much, if she’s sleeping in your arms two seconds after meeting you,” Genesis scoffed.

“The polar opposite of Cloud,” Sephiroth observed, a little bit of humor entering his tone as well.

Angeal shook his head. “Her parents have the resources to keep her very sheltered, from what I’ve gathered. She seems to think that all adults are inherently trustworthy, especially if they, and I quote here, ‘look like they belong in Mama’s First Legion.’”

Genesis and Sephiroth both paused.

“That...makes it sound as if her parents have a personal militia at their disposal,” Genesis said.

“Yeah,” Angeal agreed wryly, “it does, doesn’t it?”

—

She was like a spot of sunshine in the interview room—not an interrogation room, though it did have a one-way mirror and an attached observation space—beaming up at Tseng as she sat on her knees in the chair across from him. Unsurprisingly, the Turks hadn’t exactly had a booster seat handy with their typical interview equipment.

“What’s your full name?” Tseng asked, soft and polite. It was only Angeal’s familiarity with the young man that allowed him to detect the very slight edge of unease in his smile.

Angeal could understand. It wasn’t often that even he was presented with such unconditional trust and guileless curiosity, and the Turks certainly must have experienced it much less.

The little girl opened her mouth and proceeded to deliver an extremely well-rehearsed answer. “Ameliora Octavia, First Mage of the House Perdel, Blessed of the Thirteen,” she rattled off cheerfully, “Crown Princess and heir to the Perdelesian Throne, granddaughter of the Virtuous Emperor Celsus Caesar Perdel and the Virtuous Empress Julia Atossa Perdel, daughter of Caius Julius Perdel, High King of the West, and Fera Tullia Perdel, High Queen of the East.” She gasped in a breath, having spent her entire lung capacity on the extended answer. “You can call me Lora, though, I don’t mind.” She resumed beaming at him.

Even Tseng didn’t seem to know what to say to that.

Then Lora frowned abruptly. “Oh wait, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

Tseng managed to get ahold of himself. “Why is that, Lora?”

She looked up at the ceiling as if trying to remember something. “Granda says that, uh, if I’m ever with strangers I’m supposed to...uhm...tell them ‘Lora’ but nothing else and wait until one of the Praetorians comes to get me.”

“I see. Lora, do you know where you are?”

“Nope!” she said, apparently unbothered by this fact.

“Do you know how you got here?”

“Uh-huh, I opened the Gate in the Archive because it was calling to me in the Strings, and then I walked the Empty Spaces until it felt right and now I’m here.”

Angeal glanced discreetly at the other Turks in the observation room. None of them seemed to know what the hell she was saying either, which was very reassuring.

Tseng looked like he wanted to sigh but restrained himself. “Do you know how to get back home?”

For the first time, Lora flushed crimson and ducked her head. “Umm...nooo…”

“No?”

“‘S why I’m gonna be in trouble...I know how to walk through the Empty Spaces but I dunno how to walk back yet…Granda will come find me, though.”

“How will he know where to find you?”

She blinked at him, and for a moment her unnatural golden eyes glowed like they had a SOLDIER’s mako gleam. “Granda will always find me,” she said. “He swore on the Thirteen the day I was born. ‘Sides, I’m a Mage. Magistra Mara says I look like a supernova when she uses the Strings to see me.” She smiled. “I’m hard to miss.”

“I see,” said Tseng, which was a bald-faced lie. “How old are you, Lora?”

“Seven and a quarter,” she said very seriously.

—

“Hey.” A little hand tugged on the bottom of his jacket and Reno practically jumped out of his skin. Shiva, it was the tiny unnatural demon child. With trepidation, he half-turned and looked down at her.

She was beaming up at him like he’d just given her the best gift in the world. He was absolutely certain that if he picked her up she would snuggle into his arms without a second thought.

It was hands-down the creepiest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“What,” he bit out, anxious to get away without looking like he was getting away. He could feel Rude laughing at him silently.

“C’mere,” she said, motioning him down. Reno glanced at her babysitter of the hour—Hewley—whose mako eyes promised death if he dared to scare or upset her. Reno weighed the odds for a long second and then slowly crouched.

Immediately, she buried her hands in his hair and started petting and patting, a puzzled little furrow to her brows. “Hey,” he said, jerking back a little, “what do you think you’re doing!”

“I’ve never seen hair like this,” she responded, peering closer.

“You have red hair,” he pointed out, growing increasingly uncomfortable. He could kill her a dozen ways with barely a flick of his hand and she was playing with his hair?

It was unnatural!

“Nuh-uh, my hair’s gold-red and and curls. Yours is all sticky-uppy and looks like an apple.”

“Well, that’s just how it was when I was born!”

“Oh. Huh.” Apparently that was enough for her. She released his hair and looked to Rude instead and Reno felt exactly zero shame for how fast he got up and moved out of range of her creepy, sunshiny eyes.

She motioned Rude down in the same way. He went, a lot more willingy than Reno had, even though Reno knew for a fact that is partner was also pretty fucking creeped out by her. All the Turks were. There was no one—no one—who had ever treated them with such unconditional trust. The little princess was genuinely happy to see them. Even Tseng was freaked out. Even Veld was, though he took it in stride like he did everything else.

Lora plucked the sunglasses right from Rude’s face and put them on. Her mouth made a little ‘o’ of surprise.

“Why would you want dark glass over your eyes?” She asked, holding them in place and looking around curiously.

Without missing a beat, Rude pulled a spare set of sunglasses out of his suit pocket and put them on. Lora giggled. Reno shamelessly abandoned his partner and speed walked away.

—

“Hello, my dear.”

Lora looked up, blinking at the strange man who’d addressed her. “Hello,” she said cheerfully. She was, technically, breaking the rules by wandering around like this, but she was just so curious. There were so many strange things in this place! And sometimes breaking the rules led to wonderful things, like coming here.

“Would you like to see something interesting?”

She gasped in delight. “Yes! What is it?”

“Come with me and I’ll show you,” he said, offering a hand. She took it without hesitation. It was weirdly cold. The man reminded her of her uncle Brutus, who stared at her all the time and Mama always glared at. Uncle Brutus was weird.

She remembered that she actually had to introduce herself here, because people didn’t automatically know her name. “I’m Lora, what’s your name?” she said.

The man smiled. “You can call me Professor Hojo, my dear.”

[Part 2]

#ask #original work asks #The Royal House Perdel #Tumblr exclusive writing #aimeelouwrites #fic reply #aimee's self-indulgent crossovers #ameliora octavia perdel

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jumukus · 4 years

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A3! Translation: A3! Anime Blu-Ray & DVD Volume 3′s Drama CD Bonus “SEASON SUMMER EXTRA EPISODE vol.01″

Tenma goes on a journey to look for grape juice after losing a game with Yuki. (Thank you to @bishounenpalace for sharing the audio files with me!)

You can buy the item here.

Yuki: Good work today~. *sighs* It's finally over.

Muku: Nice work, guys. Today's rehearsal was pretty tiring, huh, there's a lot of things we need to remember.

Tenma: Hey, why did you sound so defeated over this much? Will you be okay?

Listen, since our show is fast approaching, we've gotta--.

Yuki: Yeah, yeah. Just save the rest for the theater troupe's blog.

Tenma: What did you say--.

Kazunari: Good work, Tenten!

Tenma: Urgh...! Don't hug me, Miyoshi!

Misumi: Kazunari and Tenma get along so well~! Lemme join too!

Tenma: Argh, stop it! That's enough!

Muku: I'm sorry!

Yuki: Why are you apologizing?

Muku: It's because I made complaints soon after our rehearsal… I truly am just a weak, useless, slow and stupid bird…

Tenma and Yuki: No one said that.

Kazunari: Now, now, guys. It's also thanks to Director-chan's strict coaching that we've all improved this much.

Misumi: Yup, yup! We've got a full triangle score for today's rehearsal~.

Yuki: What kind of score is that?

Tenma: Ugh… I'm going back first.

Muku: Where are you going, Tenma-kun?

Tenma: Huh? I'm just returning to my own room. You have any problems with that?

Yuki: You're heading to the entrance, though.

Tenma: Ugh…! I-I know that much…!

Kazunari: Don't tell me you're…

Tenma: No! I just had something to do at the entrance.

Yuki: Hmm? Elaborate please.

Tenma: Huh? Uhh… That's… I wanted to make sure the door was locked...and our shoes… In any case, I have a lot to do!

*steps away*

Misumi: *sighs* He's gone~.

Muku: It's kind of surprising.

Kazunari: Tenten is so cwutee!

Yuki: What is that hack doin' trying to look cool like that?

***

Tenma: 62...63...64…

Yuki: Hey.

Tenma: 65… What?

Yuki: I don't mind you doing sit-ups here, but… Don't put your legs on my side.

Tenma: Huuh? It's not like I can't help it, y'know? Our room is small. And it's not like I can have my own room.

Yuki: All I'm saying is you need to be mindful of your surroundings a little bit more, hack.

Tenma: The he… Which part of me is a hack!?

Yuki: It's the fact that you can't read the mood, you don't have common sense… and the fact that you're de…

Tenma: Enough! In that case, I'll prove to you that you're wrong.

Yuki: Hmmm? Shall we have a Shiritori game to see how much common sense you have?

Tenma: Shiritori? That's easy.

Yuki: Easy? Since you say so, can I decide on the theme? If you lose, you've gotta bring some juice at the kitchen here.

Tenma: Fine. Got it.

Yuki: Alright. Let's go with needlework as the theme.

Tenma: Needlework? ...F-Fine.

Yuki: I'm going first. Pattern paper. (Katagami)

Tenma: Pattern paper? Mi… Mi…

Yuki: What? Losing already? It's the one you use when you make clothes.

Tenma: Oh, I get it! Hmph, I knew it. This is so easy! Sewing machine! (Misin)

***

Yuki: Get me grape juice. The one with some soda in it.

Tenma: Why are you treating me like a gofer…

Yuki: You lost the game. I'm thirsty, so hurry up.

Tenma: Urgh…!

*slams door*

***

Muku: Ahh… the weather is nice outside~. Even the sky looks pretty. ...Hm?

Tenma: The kitchen… should be here… right?

Muku: Tenma-kun?

Tenma: …! Huh, it's just you, Sakisaka.

Muku: What are you doing in front of the bathroom? I don't think the water is warm enough around this time.

Tenma: Bathroom? What are you saying? This is…

*door opens*

Tenma: A bathroom.

Muku: Oh. Are you perhaps… lost?

Tenma: WHAAT!? N-No! There's...There's no way I'll get lost in the dorm, you know!

Muku: Y-You have a point! U-Umm… So what are you doing, Tenma-kun?

Tenma: I'm just… grabbing some juice.

Muku: Uhh… In the bathroom?

Tenma: U-ugh… There are some, you know! I saw it when I was filming a scene in a public bathhouse late at night!

Muku: W-Well, I do think there are juices in the public bathhouse, but… Shall we go together to the kitchen, then? I also want to go grab some drinks.

Tenma: I… I'll tag along if you say so.

Muku: Okay!

***

Muku: Hmm… Guess I'll drink the barley tea. How about you, Tenma-kun?

Tenma: Grape juice, with some soda in it.

Muku: Do we have that here… Umm, nope. Do you want any other juice instead?

Tenma: No.

Muku: But the other juices are just as delicious…

Tenma: I've made a promise with Rurikawa, more or less.

Muku: Oh, I see. It's for Yuki-kun. You're so kind, Tenma-kun.

Tenma: You've got it wrong! It's because I lo… No, I mean, things happened. Why should I willingly do something for Rurikawa, anyway?

Muku: You two are close, huh. I'm jealous.

Tenma: HUUH!? H-How!? Why should I get along with him when we don't even click? We just happened to be joining the same theater troupe and aiming to make this play a success.

Muku: You see, I'll be so happy if all of us in the Summer Troupe can spend joyful and sad time together.

Tenma: Rather than us as a group… we should be working hard on our own, you know. No one will save you if you fail on the stage.

Muku: You have a point, but…

Tenma: Hmph. I'm going out for a bit, then.

Muku: Huh? Where are you going?

Tenma: Buying the grape juice, of course. We don't have it here.

Muku: He should be fine with other drinks, though.

Tenma: No. A promise is a promise. Besides, I'm just going to a convenience store nearby.

Muku: Do you know where it is?

Tenma: Of course I do! I've seen it countless times when Igawa takes me around by car.

Muku: Umm… In that case, it should be alright… I guess.

Tenma: Hmph. Of course.

***

Tenma: Hmm, it's farther than I thought.

Kazunari: Ooooh! I found Tenten!

Tenma: Oh, hey, Miyoshi. What are you doing at such a place?

Kazunari: Such a place… This is near our dorm, you know?

Tenma: What!? No way! It's been around an hour since I left the dorm!

Kazunari: Look behind you, Tenten.

Tenma: Huh? Behind me?

Kazunari: Can you see Sumi's big triangle roof right there?

Tenma: Y-Yeah. Hey, what's happening here!?

Kazunari: Umm.. Maybe you're going the same way over and over again? Where are you heading, anyway?

Tenma: I just want to go to the nearby convenience store…

Kazunari: Let's go together, then! Going to a convenience store with a celeb is surely something else!

Tenma: Ugh… I've told you, don't hug me! You can just tell me the way--.

Kazunari: But we're friends, right!? Don't say such a thing! Let's go together!

Tenma: Ugh… Fine, fine! Get off me!

***

Yuki: *sighs* I got so thirsty because of that hack.

Muku: What's wrong, Yuki-kun?

Yuki: I wanna drink some juice since it's hot.

Muku: Hmm? How about Tenma-kun?

Yuki: I should be the one asking that here. I told him to bring me some juice but he hasn't come back ever since.

Muku: Huh? Tenma-kun is not back yet?

Yuki: I should have expected the oh-so-great Tenma would not keep his promise.

Muku: I don't think that's the case…

Yuki: I dunno about that. Maybe his pride is just so high he can't forgive the fact that he lost a game.

Muku: But Tenma-kun said, "A promise is a promise." Maybe he's still looking for your grape juice outside.

Yuki: What? He can just take any juice. I get tired of waiting.

Muku: Let's try waiting a little bit longer.

Yuki: I'm thirsty, though, and I want to drink this juice.

Muku: I’m begging you, Yuki-kun! Believe in Tenma-kun!

Yuki: *sighs*... Why do I have to go along with that hack… Fine, I'll just have to wait, right?

Muku: Thank you, Yuki-kun!

***

Kazunari: As expected of Tenma! Celeb sure is different, huh~. They got so excited when they saw your face!

Tenma: *sighs* I usually wear sunglasses, though.

Kazunari: Why aren't you wearing it, then?

Tenma: It's because I left in a hurry. I even forgot to bring my phone.

Kazunari: Lemme give you nose glasses to help you disguise yourself next time!

Tenma: Don’t! ..But thanks for today.

Kazunari: Don't mind it! We're fellow Summer Troupe members, after all! We're friends!

Tenma: We're not friends! Fellow troupe members…well…

Misumi: Whoah! Kazu and Tenma!

Kazunari: Sumi! What are you doing?

Misumi: Looking for triangles~. Look look, this is the eldest of three triangle brothers!

Tenma: Ugh…! Where did you find those dolls!?

Misumi: They gave me these since I kept staring at them~.

Kazunari: Whoaah, that's so cool! Which one is the second son? It must be the one that… Hey, Tenten, where are you going?

Tenma: Dorm. I got what I find.

Kazunari: Huh, but…

Misumi: The dorm is this way, not that way.

Tenma: I just made a lil bit mistake! I'm going home!

Kazunari: Hold on, hold on! Let's go home together!

Misumi: Me too~.

Tenma: Do as you like.

Misumi: Oh, right! Lemme tell you something great~. You won't get lost if you make triangle clouds sign on your way. Triangle~ Triangle~.

Tenma: I-Is that so?

Kazunari: Tenten… So you really have a bad sense of direction?

Tenma: …! N-Not really. I just can't remember direction quickly. I’ve always had people take me around since childhood, so I don't have much chance to go out by myself.

Kazunari: Well, it can't be helped. Your parents are actors, after all. I'm sure you'll get used to it soon enough.

Misumi: Ah! See, if you follow this triangle cloud, you can see our triangle roof!

Tenma: …! I have no idea the convenience store is this close…

Kazunari: You might be bad at it right now, but I'm sure you'll be fine once you remember the direction little by little. We're also with you, after all.

Misumi: Yup! We're all friends~.

Tenma: Ugh… Well, you're right.

***

Kazunari: We're home~!

Misumi: We're home~.

Tenma: We're back.

Muku: Ah…! Welcome back, guys! Yuki-kun, Tenma-kun is home.

Yuki: I can't believe it took you this long… You really are a hack.

Tenma: Hey.

Yuki: What? Do you have anything you wanna say?

Tenma: Here, your grape juice, with some soda in it.

Yuki: ….

Tenma: Hmm? What now? Complaining again?

Yuki: Yeah, yeah, thanks.

Tenma: I've gone to the trouble to buy the juice--what's with that response!?

Yuki: Huuh? Do you know how long I wait for you? Besides, I've never told you to bring the exact juice I want.

Tenma: …! I-In that case, let's have another game! And then we'll settle…

Yuki: I refuse.

Tenma: But why!?

Yuki: Because you're annoying, and a hack.

Tenma: Which part of me is annoying!? And I'm not a hack!

Kazunari: You two sure are close!

Tenma and Yuki: In what way!?

Kazunari: See? You're in sync!

Muku: Ahaha.

Misumi: Tenma and Yuki are close!

Tenma and Yuki: We're not!

Kazunari: See!? Hahaha.

#a3!#a3! translation #summer troupe #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #misumi ikaruga #kazunari miyoshi

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solastia · 4 years

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Day Five: Corset - Namjoon & Jungkook

Notes: So yeah, it’s basically Corsetry + Namtiddies kink *shrug* Also, this is sorta...soft smut? They don’t actually fuck, but it’s about the lead to the kink itself, I guess.

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It had started out simple enough. He’d been looking at the photos from the last event and had noticed a trend with the fan’s point of focus - Namjoon’s chest. And honestly, he’d noticed the changes in his boyfriend’s body and had even helped by pulling him into workout sessions with him, but the size of his chest had never really been something he’d specifically focused on before.

However, the pictures made them impossible to ignore. The way they puffed out when he was particularly proud of something, the way they got pushed up and together when he crossed his arms, the way they were big enough to jiggle a bit when he shook someone’s hand.

So Jungkook had gotten lost in an internet spiral of pictures leading to his current predicament.

See, they had a rule. Don’t look at fanart.

The ones that they were specifically tagged in or even handed during fansigns were fine. They were usually just one of their faces. But he knew that fanart could be...explicit. And the thought of even seeing Jin hyung’s dick anywhere near him - even as a drawing - was enough to make him want to lose his breakfast.

So he should have known better when he clicked the Namtiddies tag on twitter.

He’d worked his way through the tag though, trying to ignore the ones that depicted his man with the other members and peeking guiltily at the “Namkook” ones. And then...he saw it.

It was rather tame compared to some of the art he’d seen and featured Namjoon alone. The art itself was absolutely stunning and showed a massive amount of talent. The colors were rich jewel tones with a muted lighting to give the impression of seduction. Namjoon hyung lay sprawled across a heap of black satin with his arms above his head as he stared at the viewer like he was daring them to look away.

But the focus of the piece had obviously been the purple corset strapped to his torso, pushing his chest up to where they looked like a pair of plump tits. It was also more than that for Jungkook. He liked the way the corset flared over his hyung’s hips, the way it accentuated his already tiny waist which only seemed to make the rest of him look so strong and thick.

In short, that picture had fucked him up. It had been all he could think of for weeks. Every time he’d hug his boyfriend he’d wonder what it would be like to feel the fabric under his fingers. He’d chub up every time he had to tie his damn shoes. So it was inevitable really that his dick would go shopping for him and he’d end up where he was today.

Jungkook sat in his room, spinning on his desk chair as he held the precious item in one hand and scrolled through his phone idly with the other. He’d hardly been able to stop rubbing his thumb all over it since the moment he’d opened the package.

He’d spent hours on the internet looking for the perfect one, but had gotten so overwhelmed that he just picked something that he thought would be pretty. It was simple enough in design based on all the others he saw. It was an underbust with a double steel boned waist, with lacing all the way down the back. The material was an amethyst-toned satin that he thought would look amazing on his boyfriend.

He’d spent days watching videos and teaching himself how to tie it up and how to get out of it safely and what to watch for. He’d even - in a burst of brilliance - stolen Jimin’s full-length mirror and set it up across from his bed.

He now had everything set up - except for the model. He gulped, wondering again how to bring it up with Namjoon without sounding like some weirdo perv. It wasn’t even that big a deal, he thought. Just trying on some clothes.

“Kook? Everything good?”

Jungkook jumped when the deep voice finally registered, squeaking (manfully) as he tried to hide what was in his hands.

“Hyung, what are you doing here?”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow as he closed the door behind him and lifted his phone. “You texted me. Thought you wanted to show me something. Isn’t that what a key smash means?”

Jungkook glanced at the phone and groaned internally at the string of letters that certainly looked like they were from him.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought, must have done that accidentally.”

“Anything I can help with?”

Jungkook grabbed that perfect intro instantly.

“Would you mind trying something on for me?” he blurts, his cheeks flaming.

Namjoon’s lips tilt up in a smirk. “Oh? Is that what this was about? Let me see.”

Namjoon reaches out and Jungkook reluctantly hands him the piece.

“Kook,” Namjoon chuckles lowly as he inspects it. “You know this isn’t my first time wearing a corset. Remember that singles shoot years ago?”

“Yeah,” he answers shyly (of course he did - he’d just jerked it to that picture two days ago), “But this is a different kind. And umm, I just really think you’d look beautiful.”

Namjoon glances over at him, his gaze calculating. “Yeah? Hmm,” he hums, holding it away from him to look it over. “It looks pretty hardcore.”

“Um, it’s steel-bone and free lacing in the back. It’s meant to be...tight. Like, it can cut off a lot of breathing. BUT, I watched a lot of stuff and we’ll have a knife nearby to cut the laces if you need it.”

“You’ve really put a lot of thought into this,” Namjoon murmurs affectionately, smirking at his boyfriend.

He nods briskly, just the sight of Namjoon holding that purple silk doing something to him already.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you in it a lot,” he admits.

Namjoon studies him for a moment and then shrugs, setting the corset on the bed. The he tears off his shirt without another word. Jungkook’s breath hitches, much as it usually when he’s first faced with his boyfriend’s beautiful body.

“Pants too?” Namjoon asks softly with a coy smile.

Jungkook swallows and nods, his eyes following the path of the pants until they puddled on the ground. His boyfriend decided to have mercy on him and kick off his boxers too without teasing him first.

He was still soft, but as Jungkook’s appreciative stare caressed his body, it gave a few interested twitches.

“Alright, is this thing a set or by itself?”

“Just the corset,” Jungkook answered quietly. “Is that okay?”

“It’s your fantasy, baby.”

Jungkook grins and stands up, grabbing the corset. “In front of the mirror, hyung.”

“Ohhhh, I heard Jimin bitching about it being missing earlier. Kinky.”

Jungkook chuckles mischievously and follows Namjoon to the mirror. He peeks over his shoulder as he drapes the front of the corset over Namjoon’s chest. Just the vision of the silk over his skin and the way the cups settled over his chest was exciting.

“Okay, hyung. Hold onto that for my while I lace you.”

Namjoon nods and settles his hands onto the silk to hold it in place while Jungkook puts the laces through the first holes.

“How tight can I do this?”

“Uh,” Namjoon mumbles thoughtfully, “ not too tight, since I’ve never had a real one on before. But...I want to feel it.”

The way that Namjoon said that made Jungkook’s eyes fly to the mirror where he observes with awe the way Namjoon is staring at himself in the mirror. He looks more fascinated than indulgent now, his eyes following the way the corset settled on himself.

Jungkook licks his lips and focuses back on the lacing. “This one,” he notices his voice is strangely deep. “Is just for fun. For trying things out. If you end up liking it, we can get you a waist trainer. It has to be fitted to you.”

“Yeah? Maybe,” Namjoon answers distractedly, eyes focused on the corset tightening as Jungkook works his fingers up.

“Mmmhmm. I mean, you already have a small waist, so you don’t really need to change it. But it certainly looks pretty,” Jungkook mumbles. “How does it feel? Too tight?”

“I can...I can do a little more, I think?”

“You think, or do you know? Don’t push yourself, hyung.”

“A little tighter.”

Jungkook peeks over his boyfriend’s shoulder to get a look, loving the way the corset is starting to pull at his hips and cinch in his waist. He also loves the way Namjoon’s cock is aimed high, pulsing with excitement.

He grins and goes back to lacing, groaning out loud at how hot it is that he has to really tug hard once he gets closer to his chest.

Finally done, he pulls back and sits on the bed as he stares at his beautiful boyfriend. The final image is everything he thought it would be. Namjoon stands stall in front of the mirror, the corset caressing his hips and making them stand out. The way it flared even made his ass look generous, something that even he - a thoroughly whipped boyfriend - had to admit was an achievement.

But his fucking chest...

The corset had pushed his meaty pecs up to the point that Jungkook could easily grab full handfuls. He stared as they jiggled from the way Namjoon had to adjust his breathing.

“How does it look?”

Jungkook pulled his eyes to Namjoon’s in the mirror, the other looking at him almost shyly.

“Amazing. You look...so fucking good. Like, look at your hips. And your chest is so fucking juicy.”

“Who uses juicy for chests, weirdo.”

“I dunno, hyung. They look juicy to me. Wanna bite them.”

Namjoon smirks. “I bet.”

“How do you feel?” Jungkook asks.

“I feel...sexy. Powerful,” he answers slowly, looking at himself. He flattens a hand against his stomach. “And yet...I like the way it makes me feel...constrained. Like, I’m...I don’t know. It’s kinda like the feeling I get when I ask you to choke me, you know?”

“Really? So, you wanna do this again sometime?” Jungkook asks breathlessly, imagining his hyung in more beautiful corsets, all the colors of the rainbow.

Maybe with matching ropes.

Namjoon’s hand flies to his groin as he stares silently, kneading absently. “Yeah. I really like it.”

“Good. Let me take some pictures and then I’m taking that off of you so I can fuck you. I am not getting spunk on fucking silk, hyung.”

Namjoon chuckles, turning to Jungkook and kissing him roughly. “Okay, baby.”

#bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #kinktober #solastia #corset #corsetry #namtiddies

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amandasgeekblog · 3 years

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Finished LiS: TC

Have some very spoiler-y bullet points of what I can remember in these last 5 days or so

Steph's smile is so radiant

Ryan and Gabe are exes, I don't make the rules

Yeah, no Pike... literally don't prank like you're gonna arrest anyone, but lol, You know I'm f*cking not trusting that kind of character or person.

If Charlotte wasn't my brother's girl...

Also Riley seems into me too... in another life. Lol.

Oh evidence for bi Gabe is his finger gun picture (which is bi culture)

Umm, excuse me why has Alex not experienced Joy until Ryan's laughing fit, that's really sad actually.

literally the whole LARP chapter gave me so much joy

Like all these people acting for Ethan

We inspired ice cream flavors, pretty sure we saved that company

The "snake" was cute

I chose Steph for the distraction, ummm, hello? No one in this town is straight

Riley's nana wanted to do body shots with me, help, none of the women are straight

Spoilers, I'm warning you, spoilers

Okay so maybe Mac wasn't that paranoid, lol but literally the whole time I'm like corporations and capitalism is gonna be the Big Bad Isn't It.

So, the foreshadowing for Jed I literally didn't get until when she looked at his crown and said what a good actor he was

And then it was obvious, like, show me in the middle of the night

I am sorry but you are Not going to a second location in the middle of the night

All of Alex's backstory unfolded Chp. 5, not sure if I love the pacing on it, but I am open to the story. Still not sure why Gabe needed to tell me I wasn't chosen... because I had to choose myself and choose my family / home. I guess?

Alex bringing Jed into focus and tearing him into shreds, like when she called his name and said Stop and everything froze, I was like, "King's Disposition"???

Me watching One Piece several years ago and not even getting far enough for him to do it again besides his first accident, lol.

Ummm. Oh yeah, saw the results, wtf, like 72% of gamers forgave him? Sorry, brah, why would I

She should have broken ribs and this game really didn't keep like Worse Injuries than her cute little 4 cuts I will forgive them. (like mac's face also)

Oh not to complain about textures, but Gabe's neck is way pale! lol, I feel like they textured his face and hands and didn't realized they made him darker and didn't update the base model for the body.

I had only a few weird rendering things, Ryan's hair was blonde for part of that hike/joy scene, some flashing plants, steph's hair too dark at the final scene in the bar?

Oh, storywise musician thing, didn't come across strong enough for me? Like yeah Alex likes guitar and to play for Steph, but I think being like a touring musician wasn't that strong in the writing. I guess, if you remember the journals she does write songs for each person, but like in game storywise.

Steph :' )

I'm curious to see other endings, but I have I am assuming LPs to watch and gonna get a friend to play who will probably choose Ryan or no one. Lol.

OH, I was sad Ryan literally wasn't in my "predicted future" by Gabe, like literally we are good friends, you can show him I promise

Don't know where to put this but Gabe and them take so many pictures with individuals and stuff it's so nice. I haven't took photos with people in so long

I also noticed how touch is so casual for most of them. Like... I wish... I hope in the future, ugh, can you tell we're in a pandemic.

Oh, people probably wonder how I feel about Asian American representation. Well, I do like sprinklings in of aesthetic, and rice cookers are a must, the little shrine. Hmmm, I don't need more, I mean, I guess they did have a solid little while with their parents but after that it was foster homes and group homes and stuff like that, so, Asian American identity, I tell ya.

OH yeah, Alex Did Not ever question the ethics of her powers, which is surprising, but I guess that was because the main theme was helping people, finding a home, and family. So like... ethics be damned? It would really be hard to date a supernatural empath/psychic. It's like, Alex would also have to be honest all the times about her feelings.

I am sure I'll have more thoughts later or I'll think about it, but...

Overall, I think it was a good LiS game, maybe not as big of a finish as we're used to, or maybe it was...

OH last thing, When I saw Diane went to a therapist I'm like, there's a therapist here and Alex is doing the heavy lifting? Lol.

Oh, btw, I chose stay in Haven, because I figured she could stay and then leave. But it would be really freaking wild to live where both your brother and dad were murdered

Ummm, Yes, I like how anyone who is playing LiS right now is getting with steph except like 20% or something.

Yeah, I dunno! Lol, I'm sure I'll be thinking about this more and collecting collectibles and achievements again sometime soon.

#lis tc #lis true colors #lis tc spoilers #etc etc it's under a cut so we're good

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minhomas-tmr · 3 years

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The Lies I Tell Myself - Chapter 4

The plane ride was short but too much turbulence if anyone wanted Minho’s true opinion. Also the landing was terrible…

Bad flying or not, Thomas slept through it all, hair fluffed up cutely as he leaned on his side. Unknown to him, Minho at some point lifted the armrest between their seats, so Thomas ended up curled against Minho instead.

Seeing more than one person smiling as they passed them, had him soak up the misunderstanding since an actual relationship with Thomas would probably never happen. It was good to know however, that they were convincible enough to pass as a couple.

Minho understood where they were coming from though. Thomas hardly slept these days between homework and his family meeting Minho—so Thomas being adorable and snuggling in to get comfortable?

God help him, he had it bad. — “Ugh, how could you not tell me they were passing snacks, huh?”

“Shut your whining and grab the baggage would you?” Minho suppressed an eye-roll. “When we get to the hotel, I’ll call room service, okay?”

“Is that allowed?” Thomas asked as they followed signs for the exit.

“Yeah it’s all paid for. The to-be-family rich or something?”

“Hefty trust fund,” Thomas muttered unhappily. “It was a requirement for her,”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Yeah, I know right?”

“No, I mean the car they sent to pick us up,” Minho pointed to the BMW with Thomas’ name on the plaque their driver was holding. “You sure she dislikes you?”

“She’s bragging.” Thomas insisted. “I’m only here because mom wanted me to be remember? Uhh…what are you doing?”

“Surely you know the concept of opening a door for someone else?” Minho couldn’t suppress the eye roll this time and gently pushed Thomas in when he just stood by it. As the driver started the car, he leaned in to peck Thomas softly on the cheek and thread his fingers through Thomas’.

He pretended not to notice his fake boyfriend’s face turn tomato-red. — “Not bad…” Thomas walked into their suite. “He must be really rich or something, if everyone’s rooms look like this…” When he turned to Minho, he was greeted with an annoyed look. “What??”

“You’re being ridiculous. She took sides sure but maybe, dunno maybe she’s trying to buy your love? Rich or no, only visiting family would get this royal treatment,”

“Maybe the fiancée suggested it?” Thomas offered.

“Quite possibly,” Minho smiled and weirdly that made Thomas relax, but there sure didn’t last, “Looks like we’ll have to order room service when we get back. I’ve laid out your clothes here by the way…”

Thomas grabbed the clothes and dashed to the washroom to change into his blazer outfit. He was acting like an idiot right now, but he would act 100% more idiotic if he had to watch Minho change.

By the time he was done, Minho was ready. Was there anything he didn’t look good in? Minho gave him a quick once over, “You look exactly like I thought you would,” he smirked.

“Fuckable?” Thomas blushed.

“Decent, clean and polite more like,” his flatmate approached him, casually fixing Thomas’ hair and he let it go on until he grew suspicious that Minho was teasing him now.

“If you want to touch me so much, you don’t have to only do it here remember? I’m your boyfriend. Or even…we don’t have to go to the brunch right? We can just stay in and get room service...”

“Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I gave into all your demands?”

Thomas turned to him, “A good one!”

“You’re lucky you’re white and cute, Thomas.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, you’re precious,” Minho pecked Thomas on his lips sweetly and turned around before he realized what he just did. Composing his face, Minho turned back around to Thomas staring at him wide eyed.

“Test run?” Thomas offered timidly.

Minho took it with both hands and ran with it. “Already feels natural doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,”

“Yeah.” Minho echoed. Shit.

“You look too fuckable for a welcome brunch,” Thomas swiftly changed subjects to a moderately safer one.

“Devour-a-ble would you say?” Minho’s sass was back.

“You’re lucky you’re hot! Because your jokes are seriously terrible.” Thomas eyed Minho’s lips, debated giving him a peck to continue the joke but he wasn’t that brave.

Or rather he was afraid he might not stop. “Which reminds me,” he said out loud, “brunch is tame. Maybe hold hands but no kissing?”

“Why? Forgot your lessons already? You want a refresher?” Minho teased.

“Unfortunately we don’t have the time…” Thomas sighed, “That would have been wayy more fun than having to see Teresa and the poor bastard marrying her. I don’t know if I should congratulate him or apologize,”

“Would kissing you shut you up?”

“Try it,” the words were out of his mouth before he even registered it. Minho had a calculative look in his eyes but turned away in the end, mumbling something about a watch.

Thomas mentally facepalmed. — Minho really did look devour-able and Thomas should have protested the outfit when he had the chance.

He couldn’t hide his smugness though, when as soon as he stepped out the car, Minho held his hand as they walked into the back gate of the venue, decorated in soft hues.

“So what’s the game plan?”

“Umm let’s see…Say hi to Teresa, make sure my mom does not talk to you, and get out right after we eat?”

“Wow Thomas. I didn’t know you were so keen on the promise of room service? Don’t know if they have flight snacks on the menu,” Minho laughed as Thomas pushed him away playfully. “And why keep me away from your mom? I’m great with people!”

“I know,” Thomas grumbled, threading his fingers with Minho’s absently. “That’s the problem. Everyone you meet manages to fall in love with you. My mom can’t fall victim to you too.”

“You’re making me sound like a serial killer,” Minho joked, “You fell victim too then?”

“I’m your boyfriend aren’t I?” Thomas rolled his eyes. They were still a little away from the crowd of guests.

Technically they didn’t have to put on their act yet, so when Minho paused for that millisecond, Thomas realized what he’d said. For once, he did a great job at convincingly pretending obliviousness. — People were looking at them. A lot. Thomas starting to feel self-conscious, leaned closer to Minho and gripped his hand tighter.

Though it didn’t show on his face, Minho bent down to whisper in Thomas’s ear, sounding worried, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” Thomas admitted softly.

Minho tilted his head up slightly caressing his cheek. “I’m here. I won’t leave you,” He had no idea how much those words meant to Thomas, the significance of them, the difference it made. He relaxed...he was safe.

Minho threaded their fingers once more and Thomas walked in with more confidence, pointing to people he knew and titbits about them.

But the one person he didn’t get an opportunity to point out, was suddenly in front of him. Thomas’ smile slipped and Minho picked on it immediately.

“Thomas.” Gally completely ignored Minho and something about that irked him but he’d be cordial.

“Gally.”

“You know when I heard you were bringing a boyfriend, I was a little disappointed. I thought we could mend things, you know? But knowing you...you move fast don’t you?”

Thomas saw the malicious glint in his eye, before he turned to Minho, “be careful about this one..the next pretty thing and he’s gone,”

“Is that so?” Minho replied mildly. “And who are you? Thomas never mentioned you. Friends of the groom? Speaking of..I’d like to meet him. Do you know where we can find him?”

“Uhh..”

Gally was thrown off and Thomas suppressed his smile. Minho could definitely be intimidating on first meet. He exuded confidence and admittedly Thomas had a different reaction to most, but it was there alright!

“Hm. I guess we can find him ourselves..Gully is it? Nice to meet you Gully,” he smiled, then turned to Thomas. — ‘Wait here, don’t talk to anybody’ was what Thomas had said, but seriously it wasn’t his fault that there were only two other asians apart from him, and both were from the Groom’s party.

Minho wasn’t even sure why Thomas had abandoned him and didn’t have much time to ponder before he was joined by a boy with curly brown hair and a perfectly round face.

“Hi there,” he frowned, “I don’t know you. Bride or Groom’s side?”

Minho was a bit taken aback by the directness at first, but shrugged, “Boyfriend of Bride’s side I suppose,”

“You suppose? And who is this boyfriend of yours?”

“Thomas Editton,” Minho smiled cheerfully. “I’m Minho by the way,”

“Chuck. So Thomas?”

“Yeah, he’s an awkward yet surprisingly charming individual.”

The boy was downright frowning now.“I don’t know about the charming part…”

“Oh so you know him?” Minho whispered conspiratorially. “We kind of started dating by the second week of college, so any embarrassing stories you can spare? He has so much ammo on me because my friends insist on sharing every fail in my life, and I sort of need some, see?”

“I see,” The chubby boy seemed to be warming up to him and Minho looked into his soft brown eyes, feeling a famil—oh shit. Of all the people to spot him first, it had to be one of Thomas’ relatives.

“Well he has a terrible sense of fashion?”

“Oh boy am I well aware,” Minho looked around for his ‘boyfriend’ and seemed to spot Thomas the same time he did Minho. A quick look at Minho’s current talking companion and Thomas’ shoulders relaxed.

“What was that about?”

“Wants me suppressing my serial killer instincts,” Minho said without thinking.

“An inside joke I assume?”

“An inside one, yeah,” Minho laughed, but his eyes softened as he watched Thomas make his way towards them. “He’s something special that one…”

Chuck eyed Minho, “You really do know him, huh?” Minho pursed his lips, not sure what to say. “Well, as disaapointed I was at Thomas keeping you a secret for so long, I’m happy for you guys. Just be patient with him, okay?”

“Every day’s a struggle,” Minho joked, but Chuck didn’t seem to be teasing, so he quietened down.

“Thomas..he’s been through a lot, see. Teresa never believed him which is why that stain is here,” Chuck muttered darkly, “I guess I don’t have to tell you, cause you already know about the cheating and blaming and the..that.”

Apparently it was so bad, Chuck didn’t even want to say the word. From the titbits of what Thomas shared and his jumpiness, Minho gathered Gally must have been abusive in some way. He felt terrible for all the times he’d been impatient with Thomas’ intimacy issues.

“Honestly I didn’t think Thomas would ever get over it. I didn’t think he’d be able to trust anyone so soon…So thank you,” Chuck smiled softly. Minho didn’t know what to say so he just smiled back.

Minho stayed chatting with Chuck until a middle-aged woman joined them. Minho didn’t know what to make of this, but the look on Chuck’s face made him suspicious.

“You must be Minho I suppose. So what’s your major again?”

Minho was a bit taken aback by the swift jump in topic but he replied, “Yes, ma’am. I’m majoring in Kinesiology, specifically sports related. I’m…a part of the Varsity Track team but also taking a Minor in Art History,”

“Must be a struggle to balance so many things at once. College. Parties.” Okay definitely some scrutinizing happening.

“It was a challenge at first, yes. A lot of trial and error,” Minho smiled sheepishly, “but Thomas has been a huge part of why I found my balance…”

“Interesting…” the woman hummed and before she could get another word out, Thomas appeared it seemed out of nowhere.

“Mother!”

Minho froze. Oh shit. Luckily Mrs. Editton and Chuck were now focusing on Thomas, so he had a moment to adjust his expression.

“I-I guess you’ve met Minho then,”

“Seeing as you were going to take forever to do so, I thought to take the initiative,” she smiled. Minho couldn’t decipher if it was said in good faith, but it was definitely a tense one. Thomas fidgeted, inching towards Minho until it practically looked like he was hiding behind him.

“Are you surprised though,” Minho pitched in, wanting to save his pretend-boyfriend, “In his own words, Thomas is an awkward butterfly,” Minho commented dryly.

“It’s still a turtle, Minho!” Thomas rolled his eyes at him.

“But turtles are so plain. Butterflies are pretty. Wouldn’t you rather be pretty?” Minho said with fondness. Thomas had no right being this cute.

“I-uh..” Thomas stuttered, “I’m getting a drink—“

Minho snagged Thomas’ current wine glass. “Yes, thank you for getting me one,” he smirked as Thomas looked like he was two seconds from fleeing, consequences be damned. “Shall we?”

Thomas grabbed Minho and practically dragged him away.

“Good news is, Chuck survived my deadly charm—“ Thomas rolled his eyes, “—bad news is, you’re mom knows because of the way you were acting.”

“Yeah, yeah, so I’m not the smoothest cat in this game,”

“No. You’re a turtle.”

“What about butterflies? I thought turtles were ugly?” God help him, Thomas was actually pouting.

“You’re the one that wanted to be a turtle so bad,” Minho shrugged, leading him to the bar. “Oh good! Open bar,”

“Well now I can explore other options too, right? Should I get a beer?”

“You hated the beers, threw them out remember? Try the rum. No, no you peasant. The golden rum.”

“Mount Gay? You’re not as funny as you think, Minho.”

“Gay used to mean happy,” Minho shook his head, faking disappointment, “Besides, its expensive. Get it with coke though. You’re a lightweight.”

“When did you get so observant?” Thomas frowned but ordered Minho’s recommendation anyways. Minho avoided his stare, looking around the spacious lawn of the golf-course they were at.

“I think I found the groom,” he held Thomas by the elbow to a short freckled man with a polite smile.

“We didn’t talk about drinks,” Thomas insisted.

“Hush,”

“I—“

“Hi. I’m Aris,” A man wearing a hat that’s sign said: ‘Groom-To-Be’ In Case U Weren’t Sure’ walked up to them. “You must be Thomas and Meen-ho. Did I get that right?” he asked Thomas’ very real boyfriend.

“Good attempt! More like Min..like minutes. And Ho..like Christmas I guess,” Minho dimpled as Aris smiled widely. “Thank you for the suite the way. It’s quite generous.”

“Oh please!” Aris waved it aside, “You’re visiting family and immediate cousins. I do truly appreciate having you here, Thomas. I’ve heard so much.”

“Congratulations on getting married. Well..about to,” Thomas stated awkwardly. “Knowing Teresa there’s a running theme?”

“Yeah. ‘Expensive looking’,” Aris laughed at some inside joke they weren’t privy to. “Teal and white with ‘hints of blue’” he imitated Teresa so well, Thomas laughed.

“Sounds like Teresa,” Thomas shook his head. “Did she show you her album?”

“What album?” Aris looked intrigued.

“You don’t know?” Thomas turned to Minho including him into the conversation so he wouldn’t feel left out. “Teresa’s been building her ideal wedding since she was a ten I think. I didn’t get it personally…but I thought she’d at least use *some* of it for her actual wedding?”

“Ohh that album. No that’s more of portfolio…I’m surprised she didn’t tell you. Teresa’s a wedding planner.”

“Oh.” There was an awkward pause and Thomas looked at Minho to save him.

“The venue’s gorgeous!” was the best thing Minho could come up with. It didn’t help.

“We’re not actually that close…she’s closer to my ex. That’s who she probably told,” Thomas hunched his shoulders inward and Minho reached for his hand, squeezing it in assurance; it gave him a boost, “Well, same town so it’s expected right?”

Aris gave them a calculated look, smile dropping a little. “So you’re Gally’s ex.” Aris looked across the lawn, “Best not tell her about the room then…”

“Yeah,” Thomas said softly. He knew it, he ju—

“I’m sorry. About what happened between you two. I’ve tried, but she’s too close to him, she doesn’t see it. I apologize on her behalf,” he offered. Thomas was shocked.

“I like you, man!” Minho slapped Aris on the shoulder, grinning.

“Oh thank God, approval means sooo much to me! “You won’t believe how many people mentioned I’m shorter than her—like I don’t have eyes!” Aris was laughing now.

“I hear you dude. I may be the Varsity Captain but everyone needs that.”

“You’re a Captain? Urgh didn’t need to know that. If I saw a picture of you before, I would have said no because you’re upstaging everyone here!”

“Thanks for saying that,” Minho smirked, “Assurance is always good,”

“Doubtful my ass! He knows he’s hot,” Thomas interjected.

Minho slid an arm around Thomas’ waist and leaned in to kiss his cheek. He kept doing that—he kept being so sweet and it was muddling Thomas’ head.

Was it real? Was anything they did real? Did it matter? He had Minho here with him, right? Minho was his boyfriend right now, so he was allowed to do boyfriend things. Making up his mind, Thomas leaned against Minho’s front, grabbed his hand and zoned out of the conversation.

Minho would cover for him. — “Are you serious?” Minho’s disbelief broke Thomas out of his daze. He looked up at his boyfriend, then followed his line of sight, his own jaw dropping.

“What—“

“You try telling Teresa, dressing up like a fairy at the welcome brunch is a bad idea,” Aris didn’t even turn around, “She’s lucky I love her.”

Thomas snorted, he couldn’t help it. “You’re good for her,” he mentioned, when Aris turned towards him inquiringly.

Aris nodded and then a mischievous glint appeared and Thomas sensed trouble, “So when are you two getting married?”

“Wha—“ Thomas was speechless. Were they that good? At pulling this off? Why would—

“Hey, I mean bringing your boyfriend to any type of family gathering, but a wedding especially. I mean. That’s serious.”

Thomas felt faint.

“Woah, woah slow down,” Minho cut in. “Do you know how long it took Thomas to even decide to bring me along? He made three pros and cons lists! Three.”

“The first one was messy, I could barely read my own writing. So it doesn’t count,” Thomas pouted. This actually happened. He had after all freaked out after telling his mom he had a date.

“That’s because you’re writing is like chicken scratch,” Minho rolled his eyes. “Hey where’s your drink?”

“I forgot it somewhere. And no.” Thomas pointed to Aris. He held up his index finger. “Education first. Parents, second,” he pointed to Minho. “Family chemistry, third. Then fourth, marriage. Right babe?” Thomas looked up at Minho who opened his mouth but no words came out.

Aris looked between them and snickered. “Maybe ease off on the drinks, okay Thomas?”

“I think he’s tired from our trip,” Minho found his voice again. He smiled apologetically as Thomas nodded along. “Is it okay if we leave early?”

“Yeah, no worries.” Aris waved him off with a grin, “Just be there tomorrow.”

“I went through a painful process of getting us outfits for your events, trust me we won’t miss it,” Minho assured him, leading Thomas away. Thomas was clingy all through the car ride but the moment they stepped into the elevator he sighed.

“Thank God!! It was so boring. Two times she could have approached us and instead re-routed!”

“Rerouted..really, Thomas? What are you, a directions app?” Minho said as the elevator dinged, signalling their floor.

“You know what I mean!! And did you hear what he said? That if he’d seen a picture of you, he would have said no.”

“It was a joke,” Minho shook his head, swiping the key card.

“No. He stressed Minho. She protested me coming…” Thomas sighed. “What am I even doing here?”

“Showing off. That’s what you’re doing here.” Thomas glanced at him just in time to see Minho take off his jacket, walking towards him. “You’re here to show that the past is the past. That it hasn’t slowed you down.”

Thomas’ heart was hammering against his ribcage, Minho was so close. Decently close, not crowding close but his back was against the door and he had a crush on this guy, he was allowed to feel..whatever.

“You’ve upgraded.” Minho continued. “That you’re happy. You are, aren’t you? At college. With me?” Thomas gave a small nod, still not looking directly at Minho. “Shall we order your precious airplane snack cravings now?”

“I’m never living that down, am I?” Thomas sighed.

“What kind of a boyfriend would I be to just let it go,” Minho laughed.

“A GOOD one!!!”

— A/N: Hullo Lovelies!! Happy Happy New Year!! This chapter has been on my mind for forever and I’m glad I was able to finally complete it. it became a 3,500+ monster, so I’m stopping this chapter here for now, but moooore shenanigans ahead!! Like hmm..sharing a bed?

#thominho #thominho fic #thominho au #fake/pretend relationship au #thominho fanfiction #thominho ff #thomas tmr #minho tmr #tmr thomas #tmr minho #the lies i tell myself

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