#and i cannot get over how fucking ecstatic i am

[krispiecake]

going out for coffee with the rest of the group next week and i got so excited that as soon as i was out of sight my legs nearly gave in

#basically one of my ‘values’ as dbt calls it is to ‘feel a sense of belonging’ #and one of my goals to achieve that sense of belonging was to go outside with everyone during break every week for the whole break #everyone was rlly sweet abt that and said that would be rlly good #and then as we are leaving one of the girls asked if i wanted to go for coffee with everyone and im so mad i couldnt today #but then we just agreed that we’ll go next week cuz theres a shopping centre right next to where we have group #and they said they wanted to make sure they i knew that i could always come + and that they like me #and basically all of them said it would be great to have me there #and i cannot get over how fucking ecstatic i am #i havent hung out with people my own age since i was TWELVE. ive been so weird and isolated and just not around #AND NOW IM GOING FOR COFFEE AFTER GROUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[milkibabe]

♥ family camping trip w/ kenny (headcanons) ♥

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with Kenny’s family

✢ authors note: heyy since my first post blew up i'm deciding to do all of the boys ;p

✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3

✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of weed/smoking

Kenny HCs

𝒮𝐹𝒲

Begged you to go camping with him for months.

When you finally took some time off to go with him, he was ecstatic.

"We're gonna have so much fun"

Was confused why you packed so much stuff.

"What do you mean you still need to brush your teeth?"

Boy is an animal I swear, he can be so nasty.

You, Kenny, and Karen played 'I Spy' while in the car.

Kenny loves when you play with his little sister, it makes his heart melt.

"You'd make such a good mom"

Kenny just casually drops that while you're unpacking, like it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever heard.

You cannot escape his kisses, you've lost count of how many times he's kissed you.

You'll just be getting the fire wood ready for the campfire and he'll sneak up and kiss you on the neck from behind.

"There's my pretty girl"

Kenny is already rugged by nature, so camping is really his element.

When it's just you around he'll purposely be shirtless to get your attention.

Seeing him chop wood... while shirtless??? You nearly exploded at the sight.

"Whatcha lookin' at hm?"

He gives you a cocky grin that makes you roll your eyes.

Stupid, sexy Kenny.

He is a night owl. He prefers to do everything later at night with you.

He always sleeps through breakfast, so you always nag him to eat lunch.

"Only if I get to eat you for lunch" He grins at you.

You groan and push him away. Dude can be so cheesy.

Never lets you wear your own sweaters or jackets. He wants you to wear is giant, orange parka, always.

He saw you shiver and immediately draped it over your shoulders.

His parka smells like his cologne and weed.

You always tell him "Babe... you're gonna make my hair smell like weed.

Speaking of weed, boy is always offering you some.

"Babe, can we please smoke by the water?"

You look at your phone. "Kenny, it's like 3 am..."

You, of course, do it anyways. It's fun getting high with your hot, blonde stoner bf.

*Queue Moonlight by Kali Uchis*

He makes sure to bring plenty of water for the dry mouth and your favorite snackies when you get the munchies.

He loves to feed you the snacks himself, he loves spoiling you.

"I want to do this with you every night for the rest of my life"

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

Everyone already knows Kenny is a horny ass man, so it was no surprise when you couldn't get him off of you.

Cannot fucking resist teasing you every second.

Would whisper in your ears in the car while you're just minding your own business.

"Can't wait to fuck your brains out"

The face you made when he whispered that satisfied him a lot.

Everywhere you went on that trip was a place to fuck.

The tent? Yep. Some random isolated place in the middle of the woods? Yup. The showers/bathroom? You betcha.

Asked you to go skinny dipping with him in the middle of the night.

You were freezing cold of course.

This dude has the audacity to say "Aw, you can come to me to conserve warmth"

Obviously, this whole thing was a ploy to hold you while you were naked.

He would instantly start to suck on your neck, while massaging your ass with both hands.

You dug your fingernails into his back and in response he bit your neck.

Your moans made him grin, he loved how easily you melted into his touch.

Turned you around so he could grind his cock between your ass.

Wrapped his arms around your shoulders and whispered into your ear while he grinded against you.

"You're fucking perfect"

When shit was getting super heated, he walked you over to an isolated rock so you could hold yourself up on it while he fucked you.

You held on to that rock for dear life while he pounded you.

He loved watching how your body looked under the moonlight.

His favorite thing about standing doggy style is being able to watch himself pull out all the way and slam back into you.

Always riles him up when you stroke his ego.

You whine out, "Ah, its too big Kenny!"

Kenny smirks and says "Aw, but you take me so well, baby"

He only fucks you harder when you whine and whimper.

Takes him forever to cum, you probably came three times by now.

That's fine by him, he enjoys overstimulating you.

You were losing your grip on the rock and your legs could no longer stand, so he has to hold you up.

Kenny knows his job is done when you are about to collapse.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum"

He finally hits his climax and he pulls out to cum all over your ass.

"My favorite sight in the world"

He's proud of the work he's done but notices you about to pass out and quickly uses the water to wash you off.

"My sleepy little princess"

After drying you off with a towel, he puts his parka on you and carries you back to camp.

"Ooh, remind me to fuck you while you wear this next time"

Dude's always thinking of the next time he gets to fuck you smh.

#south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x reader smut #south park hcs #south park #south park smut #kenny mccormick

[bloodweep]

I am so not okay about John Dory, I fucking love him

He is the biggest jock acting motherfucker (affectionate) in the best way possible.

With that being said, some of my headcannons about him:

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ First time meeting ࿐ྂ

I like being delulu and imagining the trolls human size and everyone else are just giants.

That being said I headcannon him to be 5’11

‗ ❍ He’s cocky, no doubt about that, he expects to be recognized and enjoys it if he is, if he’s not, he’ll get disappointed and upset, however it’s nothing too derail us beyond a “have you been living under a rock? How do you NOT know me? Brozone?”

‗ ❍ All smiles, teeth showing and everything, I like to think he has sharp fangs - all four of them

‗ ❍ He likes being close, doesn’t matter if he’s know you for a few minutes or years

‗ ❍ He’s definitely touched-starved, which contributes to him wanting to be close to people

‗ ❍ After a few meetings he gets more bolder with his touching, whether is a hand on the shoulder, arm over the shoulders or full on hugging

‗ ❍ The touching gets more intense as meetings continue

‗ ❍ ABSOLUTELY no situational awareness, he will scream your name and come running up to you, if he is up high he will preform stunts to get to you - if he nails it he will look around showing off those fangs in a smile to get an applause

‗ ❍ Eventually every time he sees you, you will get hugged, always into his side, one arm around your shoulders and his cheek nuzzling into yours

‗ ❍ Ugh, he definitely has nice stubble that rubs so nicely into your skin, I imagine he also has a sole patch just under his lip the barley connects to the rest of the stubble

‗ ❍ These types of hugs will last longer and longer, his nuzzling getting more aggressive, moving to behind your ear to scent

‗ ❍ He would start flirting, perhaps terrible at start, just to gauge what you enjoy and don’t

‗ ❍ Would want your attention solely on him at times, may get a bit aggressive if it’s not

‗ ❍ His aggression wouldn’t be directed towards you, only other people

‗ ❍ The most aggression he’ll show you would be angered voice, side comments, forcibly putting himself in between you and the person(s) you’re speaking to

‗ ❍ JD definitely growls , snarls and bares his teeth at people if he cannot get your attention

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Him Crushing ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ He wouldn’t understand it at first, being he was alone for so long - besides Rhonda - he’s incredibly touched-starved

‗ ❍ JD thinks he’s just lonely and wants more affection and attention from people, hence his grabbiness with his brothers and forcing them into hugs

‗ ❍ However he would be quicker to know that the attention he wants from you is far different than he craves for his family; or even poppy and viva

‗ ❍ If you think how much he touches you now is intense wait until he fully understands his emotions

‗ ❍ Definitely grabby with the hands, especially placing his non-gloved hand in yours, to show he wants that closeness

‗ ❍ UGH HE WOULD SO GIVE YOU THE OTHER GLOVE SO YOU COULD WEAR IT

‗ ❍ Would expect you to wear it, but wouldn’t force it if you didn’t feel comfortable

‗ ❍ Would stand close to you, invading your space

‗ ❍ Would try to always keep your attention on him

‗ ❍ When he does hug you and rub his cheek against yours he would definitely nuzzle his nose into the shell of your ear

‗ ❍ Would be bold with his confession

‗ ❍ Asks you out privately however, away from everyone just in case you reject him he could pretend it never happened

‗ ❍ He’s ecstatic when you accept his confession

‗ ❍ This is the time he would definitely start to hug you properly, chest to chest, his head resting on yours, purring

‗ ❍ Most definitely a loud mouth and his brothers would end up knowing without him thinking about asking you

‗ ❍ Of course every relationship has its faults he does still have a pretty big ego and does have a habit of storming off, but reuniting with his family, he has seen that he shouldn’t do that and actually talk to out

‗ ❍ if he cannot find himself to do so; he will tell you that he needs space

‗ ❍ though he’s the one to leave so you can be comfortable where you are or we will bring you home

‗ ❍ He doesn’t know how to properly make it up to you, all he knows is to pretend it never happened - this is something you two need to work out

‗ ❍ but he will bring back goodies, flowers, food etc. and want to hang out

‗ ❍ nights like that his insecurities get the best of him - maybe it is better if he should leave, he just hurts people, but he keeps this to himself

‗ ❍ he just cuddles, laying flat on his back with you on top of him, the weight keeps him grounded

‗ ❍ After a while his nicknames will start coming out

‗ ❍ “hey little ma/mama” - this is for any gender that you identify as, it’s a cocky little thing he picked up

‗ ❍ “babe / baby / babydoll” a lot; like a lot especially if he’s nuzzling into you and scent marking

‗ ❍ Into biting, mainly started as nonsexual, an outlet to express his emotions he could not vocalize

I’ll figure out sexual headcanons later * as I haven’t indulged in that side just yet

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Random ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ hates strawberries

‗ ❍ hates large bodies of water (streams and ponds are okay, rivers are pushing it) - he fell in one and struggled to get out when he left Brozone and was on his own

‗ ❍ actually prefers meat over sweets hence the fangs

‗ ❍ big tail, that drags on the ground if he doesn’t pick it up, has horns/spikes going down the length with a big fuzzy end

‗ ❍ loves when you play with it and only lets you touch it

‗ ❍ walks around in boxers inside Rhonda for the longest time

‗ ❍ finally made his own home but still is often with her

‗ ❍ gets you whatever you want, even if it’s the silliest thing like a feather off a duck with one eye or something

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More coming soon; I am so normal about him I swear

#john dory #brozone #trolls #trolls 3 #john dory x reader #headcanons #trolls band together

[tkaulitzlvr]

loved your new fic :) was wondering if you could possibly make a part two of it that would just be the morning after with lots of fluff n cute stuff as they just got back together?

obviously it’s absolutely your choice & there is no rush at all <3

SORRY (2) - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: for the first time in over a month, you wake up beside tom. at first, you are unsure of what to make of the situation, tom quick to reassure you.

content: fluff

a/n: thanku so much!! part 2 to this - i feel like i hardly write fluff and all my page is smut (it gets a little boring sometimes) so decided to write this req to compensate for the lack of fluff i post. this is something a little short, but hope u enjoy!! 💞

warmth. the first thing i am able to register when my body begins to stir, eyes fluttering open and shut on the verge of consciousness is the heat that envelops my skin. the feeling is foreign, almost new to me, though somewhere within the haze i find the familiarity of it all, gaze slowly falling downward to find a pair of arms wrapped securely around my waist, the person who they belong to also just as close, soft breathing tickling the skin of my neck as his head rests beside it. i probably would pay little attention to the increase in temperature as i wake, if i hadn’t done so alone the past month, usually greeted with the harsh realisation that tom wasn’t mine anymore - until now.

but i don’t feel secure, nor happy, that i wake up beside the man that i love, as i had thought i would if the day ever came that i managed to get him back. instead, i feel strangely out of place, thousands of questions circling my mind as this situation leaves me more confused than ever. sure, i remember the night we shared, the passion, the raw emotion - it is one that cannot be mistaken for anything but truth, because if tom was lying about what he had told me, then god, he’s a pretty fucking good actor. hell, even i couldn’t brush his words aside ‘they weren’t you’. how could i? he had told me exactly what i wanted to hear, and yet i lay here, not as ecstatic as i should be, my heart failing to burst with joy at the sudden confession that he still loves me. he knows that he leads me blindly, his words sweet as honey, meaningful as gospel, igniting the dull flame within me whether they were true or not - i am far too devoted to consider their credibility.

tom however, clearly isn’t overthinking half as much as i am. his mouth agape, obnoxiously loud snores escaping from it, his body tangled within the sheets and my own - he probably wouldn’t notice if a burglary happened right next to him. hesitant to wake him, the idea of facing the awkwardness that will arise from whatever happened last night makes my stomach churn with utter dread. so i lay silently, eyes fixed to the ceiling, looking for any distraction from my wondering mind, though the quiet doesn’t help, fuelling the ‘what if’s’ that continue to give me nothing but a massive headache, eager for the remedy that is his consolation.

the secure grip around my waist begins to tighten, too much for it to be accidental. silently praying that he is just stirring in his sleep, my body stays still, head betraying my mind as it slowly turns to face him, only to be met with his own eyes fluttering open, a low groan leaving his lips as he stretches out.

“morning leibe.” he states so nonchalantly it is almost like we had never broken up, his lips nearing my own as they attempt to pull me into a kiss. i turn my head, slightly hesitant to melt into his embrace, unsure of what we are right now, the questions in my mind far too important to be ignored, even when his lips are so close to mine, soft and pink, almost gravitating me toward them against my will.

his eyebrows furrow at my rejection, arms slowly moving away from my waist, instead resting a gentle hand against my hip as he speaks. “what’s wrong? did i do something?”

my heart breaks, tugging at the strings at his confusion. honestly, he hadn’t done anything wrong - not right now anyway. i don’t know what we are, and that thought scares me, more than he realises at first glance. i have always been this way, liking answers to be clear, on paper, with zero doubt of them being interpreted differently. so this situation is a nightmare come true, tom’s intentions, though seemingly clear last night, still a hazy blur amidst the thoughts piling in my mind. and i hate leaving him in the dark, though he is unconsciously doing the same to me right now. but i know that it isn’t fair to shut him out as i always do, deciding to speaking my feelings, whether things end well or not.

“i just- i don’t know what we are. did you want me for a quick fuck last night, or-”

“you really think i want you for a quick fuck?” he asks, voice low and soft, lacking any anger within it as i had expected. instead, he remains calm, hands tentatively reaching upward to cup my cheeks, my entire face resting within his heavy palms. his thumb slowly strokes the skin next to my lips, face inches away from my own as the soft breaths escaping his mouth fan against my cheeks.

my silence speaks volumes - letting him know how confusing this whole thing is to me, though it seems the lack of clarity is clearly one sided: tom’s brows furrowed, eyes slightly narrowed as his mouth parts, little sound escaping from it. but my silence, whilst surprising to him, is equally precious, because it buys him time to continue. his hold on me strong, yet his words slow and soft as they pour from his lips turn out to be the most beautiful - and somehow reassuring, contrast imaginable, especially when in this moment, i desperately clutch onto any comfort that he shows. and, luckily for me, he intends to remind me that my worries are mere delusions - his confession music to my ears.

“schatz…c’mon, you know you’re more than that to me.” he seems at a loss for words, tongue swiping nervously across his bottom lip between words, knocking the small metal ring that adorns it to the side, playing with it in an irregular motion, his eyes just as skittish.

silence indulges the room as he awaits my response, his eyes scanning my expression almost desperately, the same way i had looked at him moments ago, the roles reversing far quicker than i had expected. he is waiting on me, seeking my reassurance, his statement coming out as more of a question, though it seems directed to the both of us. he is asking himself the same thing - soon realising that he is equally as keen to receive consolation as i am.

“i don’t know it’s just- weird, i guess? i’m not over it. i tried to act like i was, but look where i ended up, at some shitty club with a random guy at my hip.” each words that falls from my lips becomes harder to say, soon realising that this is the first time i have spoken about how i truly feel after we parted. feelings change, people move on and time continues to run its course, but none of that had happened, my soul just as empty as it had been the second he left. my expression mirrors my emotions, tears soon building around the brim of my eyes, threatening to spill from them with another word. but i take that chance, knowing that i am in far too deep to keep anything left unsaid - especially when he is here, and i have him listening, really taking in my words, instead of brushing them off as he did before. “and i can’t go through having my heart broken again. once was enough, don’t break my heart again, please.”

“baby…” he trails off, his arms wrapping tightly around my trembling frame, body following as it presses against mine, soothing me in the way i wanted, no, needed. truthfully, my confession couldn’t be taken as a complete surprise. i know it, and tom knows it too, his brief silence proving that he wants to try, the small circles trailed along my back temporarily taking away the pain, giving him the time to think about what he is saying, to properly consider his choice of words, rather than spewing out anything that will console me.

a minute passes, heavy breaths escaping from my lips, masked within the small sobs soon mixing into the soft air until they eventually turn into silence, my eyes soon drying, thin red lines stretched across the sea of white surrounding my irises, in place of the saltiness of my tears. it is at that moment when his face appears from my shoulder where it had once been resting, lips nearing my cheeks as they slowly, oh so slowly, begin kissing away the remnants of dried tears, gently making any evidence of my sorrow disappear, replacing them with the tender consolation of his company, though now it is beyond that - his kisses show far more than the reminder that he is here with me, they show that his love is there too, far stronger than his presence alone.

“i love you. i love you so much. never doubt that for a second. when you think you’ve lost everything, you’ll never lose my love for you. i could live a thousand lifetimes, and it would still be you.” it is clear that he means it this time, but if his words themselves hadn’t made that obvious, then the kiss that he places onto my lips afterward reaffirms their truth, compelling me to kiss back as soon as i am able to process the feeling of his lips, soft and pillowy, on my own.

this is love. not two people pretending to show affection, blinded by lust over true passion. because before tom, i realise that i had no knowledge of the word. the way his lips move slowly against mine, no sexual intent behind the kiss, drives me further and further into the abyss that is his love, devoted to him whether it is good for me or not. i am far too blind to be able to distinguish between right or wrong, my heart and soul in total agreement that he is the one, regardless of the fact that moments ago, i was unsure. all it takes is his reassurance, his lips on my own, to understand that nobody else is capable of making me feel this way.

seconds feel like hours, the entire concept of time slipping away as i latch onto him, lips becoming pink and swollen as they collide messily, unable to part despite the feeling of breathless that soon takes over. it didn’t matter, none of it did, because tom is my oxygen, and as long as i am able to feel his soft lips on my own, nothing else seems important. moments like these are unable to be recreated, heat rising between us, yet the distance only decreases, until my body is on top of his, tangled within the sheets, kisses soft despite the strong hold he maintains on my hips.

even when our lips separate, our foreheads remain rested against each other’s, content smiles spread across our faces, nothing needing to be said as our expressions sum everything up. his hand moves upward, running softly through my hair, removing loose strands that had found their way onto my face, tucking them slowly behind my ear. for the first time, i am not worried. i don’t waste a second considering ‘what if…’ or ‘what about…’, because it doesn’t matter to me, and once a peaceful silence envelops the both of us, it quickly becomes real, all of it - from the soft kisses, to the sincere confessions: love, there are countless ways to display it, but nobody seemed to get it right, until tom.

his fingers jab playfully into my sides, disturbing the peaceful moment, though it doesn’t alter my mood, a wider smile spreading across my face as i squirm above him, hitting his chest whilst small giggles leave my lips. in one swift motion, he manages to flip us over, somehow dragging the covers over the both of us in the process, his body now on top of my own. the same smile that fails to falter on my own face now spreads across his, though it doesn’t last as long, his mouth opening to speak whilst his hands run up and down my waist rhythmically.

“how does breakfast sound? whatever you like.” he lifts up, moving off of me and to the side, bringing my body closer to him, his arms snaking around my waist comfortingly, lips placing a quick kiss onto my forehead. “let me take you out today. shopping maybe? or what about that pizza place you like?”

“hm, i’ll take you up on breakfast. but can we stay here today? i’m tired, and i forgot how comfy your bed is.” i chuckle quietly, allowing the soft sheets to envelop me further, consequently snuggling closer into tom’s embrace, his body accepting my proximity as he wraps his arms tighter around me.

he laughs lowly at my words, nodding slowly against me, his head tilting to the side as his lips plant a firm kiss into my hair. “sure, anything you want schatz.” i smile contently at his response, sighing softly in relief, closing my eyes at the feeling of peace that soon takes over, careful not to take any of it for granted, relishing every second that i remain within his arms.

and he sticks to his promise. our bodies remain tangled together, wrapped up within the sheets until the familiar blend of oranges and pinks leak through a small gap in the curtains, casting its light throughout the room, somehow highlighting tom’s features in the most beautiful way possible, from the soft pools of brown that are his eyes, to his skin, so smooth it resembles silk itself, the golden rays melting onto his lips, still a light shade of red, decorated with the small metal ring that i have seen so many times. it is perfect: sharing ‘quick’ kisses - though they never ended that way, tom insisting on deepening them until we had to pull away, warm and breathless, meaningless conversations, soft laughter sounding throughout the room, filling the thick air with a reminder of our love for each other. the day ends the same way that it had began, my legs tangled within tom’s, arm draped lazily across his chest, his fingers running soothingly up and down my waist, lips planting quick kisses wherever they are able to gain access to. and, like clockwork, those lips utter the same words they had just hours ago, with the same truthfulness behind them as the first time they had been spoken, only this time, i am certain that he means it.

“i love you, schatz.”

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[sunnynwanda]

The Game: Part 2

Part 1

Warning: manipulation, cat-and-mouse vibe, electricity used for restraining (I have no idea how to phrase this). Let me know if I've missed anything.

It's been 72 hours since Villain's capture, and Hero was on the verge of insanity. The sudden loud fits of laughter at any time of day and night and, as a result, the lack of sleep were getting the best of them. Besides, their mind was buzzing - they were curious about why Villain had made no attempts to escape yet.

Villain looked ecstatic in the most twisted way possible. Hero could not, for the life of them, figure out why. They were locked up in a cell with thick bars that they could never bend. Even if they were strong enough to do that, the electric current would leave them paralysed for a significant amount of time and would alert Hero. They had no reason to be this smug and satisfied.

"For the love of god, shut the fuck up!" They slam their fist against the wall right outside the cell, exasperation colouring their voice delightfully. "For once in your life, stay quiet!"

Villain's grin is so broad Hero expects their goddamn face to crack open. It's the fourth visit that Hero has paid them this afternoon, after a long sleepless night and even longer morning. "Aw, you love my laugh, baby!"

"I fucking hate you," Hero retorts, eyes blazing. They can test the bitterness of the lie on their tongue. "And your cackling laugh."

No, they don't. They don't hate Villain. Not in the slightest. They do hate how insufferable they can get, though.

Villain snorts, shaking their head. They take a step forward, and Hero's expression twitches for a moment. Villain's tone is cocky, almost mocking. "You love this."

You love the game.

"Stop. You better stop." Hero's warning flies right over Villain's head as they step up close to the bars, wrapping one hand around one and allowing electricity to course through their body. The hair on their arms stands, their fingertips buzzing with excitement when their hand reaches through the bars, ghosting down Hero's chest.

"Y-you're absolutely deranged," Hero's voice is quieter now, their concern evident in their furrowed brow as they glance at the hand travelling down the front of their body. "But, you're not a mad scientist."

"Oh?" Villain tilts their head to the side, smirking as they await Hero's explanation. Their long fingers reach Hero's belt, hooking into it to drag Hero closer with a sickening smile. They lick their lips, the action seeming to capture Hero's attention.

Hero's throat is drier than the dessert. They inhale deeply through the nose, their lips remaining sealed shut.

"What am I then? Mmm?" Villain moans out, eyes rolling into the back of their head as they slide their hand around Hero's waist, fingers digging into their flesh before gripping their belt again.

"You're just mad," Hero snarls, entirely done with their bullshit. Whatever this act is, it's still an act, and they will be damned if they fall for it. They push Villain's hand off them, feeling its shameful absence almost instantly as they back away. "Without the science part."

"Wanna bet?" Villain muses, their voice dripping with honey. It's unsettling and eerie - it sends a shiver down Hero's spine despite the bars separating them from their nemesis. They step back, winking at Hero before trailing towards their bed.

Hero shakes their head with a sigh as they retreat into the office, trying to ignore the lingering memory of Villain's hand on them.

Villain chuckles, twirling the tiny key between their fingers as they lay on their ascetic bed. They cannot wait for the night to arrive.

It's pitch black in the corridor, with no light penetrating the tiny window under the ceiling. Villain takes a deep breath to contain their excitement as they sneak along, their back pressed to the wall. They can't make out anything in the total darkness, instead counting their steps. Once they get to the general area, they use their sensitive palms to detect the change from stone to glass. Villain feels for the keyhole and, upon locating it, pulls out the key they stole from Hero's belt. They glide in and start searching for a switch when the lights flash on, illuminating the entire laboratory and Hero, sitting on one of the tables with their hands crossed over their chest.

"Holy s-" Villain jumps, clutching their chest with an exaggerated gasp, earning a chuckle from Hero.

"Hello," they smirk, satisfied with the effect. Villain's alarmed look brings more pleasure than they expected. "Did you think I'm that stupid?"

Villain quirks an eyebrow at them, tempted to say yes solely for the noble purpose of annoying Hero into oblivion. They shake their head with a wide grin. "No, you're worse."

Hero huffs, sliding off the table and taking a - hopefully - intimidating step towards Villain. "You think I didn't figure you wanted to get me worn out? So I would lose focus and miss you stealing the key?"

"Well, why did you let me take it then?" Villain counters, their expression becoming unreadable. They can't deny Hero is smart enough to understand they would not remain in the cell for that long had they not had a secret agenda. And an agenda they have. They need that goddamn device.

"Wanted to see what it was that you so desperately wanted," Hero explains, maintaining a calm demeanour.

"Apart from you?" Villain fails to keep the words from rolling off their lips. Hero appears unamused, so they sigh, raising their hands to indicate surrender. "Okay, fine. I want that little thing over there. So, let me take it, and I'll be out of your hair."

Hero follows the direction they are pointing in, and their jaw all but drops. "OD-8? As in, the deadly nerve gas with unknown effects? Are you insane?"

"I thought we had established that..." Villain trails off in an attempt to seem nonchalant. "But I really want it! An-and I can promise not to use it on you?" They plead, going so far as to muster up a puppy-eyed look.

"Do you think I'm a complete idiot?" Hero snorts, unimpressed by both the promise and begging. "No way in hell."

"But-" Villain looks nothing short of a kid deprived of their favourite candy. Hero would laugh if they didn't know better.

"No buts. And no way you're getting it." They cut, their voice devoid of emotion. Villain's face falls, causing Hero to sigh. They rub their eyebrow for a moment, thinking. "Fine. You can take one can of paralytic. That's the only thing I can offer you."

Villain's eyes light up immediately. Hero chuckles, handing Villain the promised can and ushering them out of the lab. They take the key back and make sure to lock the door before turning to face their nemesis.

"Now, get out of here before I change my mind," Villain darts up the stairs with a jump in their steps, and Hero starts to doubt their decision. They knew succumbing was not the best bet, but their dimwitted genius needed something to play with, and they felt safer choosing what to give them.

A part of them suspects that was what Villain had initially wanted and that they are going to end up paralysed and kidnapped in the upcoming days in retaliation for the arrest. But, as long as they get a good night's rest and Villain's stupid cute laugh, they don't mind it all that much.

And the game goes on.

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Spaceship: Horizon - Part 10: A Train to Drain

Male Reader x Kwon Nayeon (Nana), Nicha Yontararak (Minnie), Lee Chaeyoung (Isa), Kang Mina, Kim Yeonhee, Jung Chaeyeon, Im Yoona (ft. Kim Yerim, Choi Yena, Miyawaki Sakura)

Length: 6066 words

Tags: 8some, exhibitionism, post-sex, danger lol, aphrodisiac, possibly drunk sex, making out, kissing, sloppy blowjob, deepthroat, no gag reflex, cum swallowing, snow balling I guess, sharing is caring <3, undressing, bend-over, daddy kink, hard sex, voyeurism, lingerie, hairy, cumming inside, breeding kink maybe, mommy kink, sweet sex, fingering, titjob, titsplay, very rough sex, degrading language, braids as handles, cum everywhere lmao, missionary, lesbian play, butt-plug, cursing, squirting, femdom, femsub, female mommy kink, clit play, forced sex maybe, hair pulling, female orgasms en mass, anal, stand and carry (with help), fainting, too much sex, too many tags, I probably forgot like ten   

TW: a little bit of drugs (aphrodisiac), and exhibitionism and little degradation, also polygamy lmao

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. What would I do without you? Thank you, as always!

(A/N: Yes, this is an 8some. Seven idols of seven groups I haven’t written yet. This is also the setup for the season finale! Enjoy!)

“Attention, everyone! Head to your sleeping quarters or headquarter immediately! This is an order. Those that will not arrive at their respective quarters within fifteen minutes will be punished severely. Achtung an alle—”

The roaring siren wakes you up. It lasts only for about ten seconds, before Helper’s robotic, threatening voice interjects. In multiple languages he repeats the warning—at least, it’s what you assume in your half-sleepy, half-exhausted state.

Yeri is the little spoon to your big spoon. Except for her beautiful legs and feet, she is covered by a yellow blanket. Your flaccid dick rests on her firm ass cheeks, enjoying their smoothness after long sessions of usage. The two of you made a mess underneath the blanket, and by removing it, it's revealed. 

“Yeri, get up. This sounds serious.”

“Five more minutes,” she says, a few wrinkles appearing on her forehead.

“Stop joking, we have no time for this shit!”

You jump up and take the blanket with you. Yeri mewls and squirms on the bed in need of the cozy object. Just like you, she is completely naked, but unlike you, she is not scrambling to get all of her clothes back on.

“Why are you in such a hurry? What are they going to do, kill us?”

“Uhm, yeah? Maybe they are doing this as an experiment? A test, to find those that are disobedient and execute the—where the fuck is my shirt?”

It’s seemingly nowhere. No matter how thoroughly your eyes scan the room, you cannot find it. You don’t even remember where Yeri tore the garment off your torso. In front of the large mirror? At the end of the creaking bed? Behind that shaky stool? Even after scanning them two times, three times, you’re still shirtless.

“Aw~ Are you looking for this?” Yeri asks in a playful voice. She leans backwards and makes a show out of pulling the striped shirt from in between her legs. 

“Do you still want to wear this? Look—”

She points at streaks of glassy, white liquid at the hem of the shirt.

“—that’s yours! Oh, and this—”

Yeri points at large stains of wetness all over the blue and white fabric.

“—is mine. Damn, it smells nice—”

With a scoff you tear it from her hands. The piece of clothing feels unusable. Yeri giggles and stretches her limbs across the equally unusable bed—if you were able to sleep in this, you might as well put the shirt on. It might save you a lot of trouble after all.

“Hello! Oh my, am I interrupting something?”

A distinctive, ecstatic voice booms over the monotonous repetition of the speaker. Yena’s smile is distinctive, equally happy and sly, as she slowly walks towards you. You flail backwards, before narrowing your eyes. Embarrassment and anger rise in your head for just a moment, but then you resign yourself to utter confusion.

“Ah, fuck it!” you shout out and sink into the chair on which you pounded Yeri, “I give up, do whatever you want, I—"

"Nice, next round?" Yeri asks. Seductively, she spreads her legs and uses her fingers to show off her folds. Despite the exhibitionistic behavior, both Yeri and Yean do not pay attention to one another. The latter is much more focused on getting information across to you.

"You two will have to wait for that. We have to win before that."

You roll your eyes. Yena's words leave you utterly lost in their mysteriousness. She sounds like an edgy teenager in their rebellious phase and you have no time for it. In only a couple of minutes, you might be in big trouble.

"Yena, I'll go now. This is too stupid for me."

"They won't come. They won't do anything to you, they can't."

"What the fuck? Explain! You sound like a conspiracy theorist or some moron—"

Yena raises her fist. A sparkle of determination and joy shines in her eyes. Her appearance is cute yet her behavior is still as vague as one can be.

"Okay, I'll give you a very brief, unsatisfactory explanation now. If you follow through, I'll give you a ten hour lecture about—literally everything you want."

"Really, now? Fuck you, Yena, you’re so annoying. Is it that hard to tell me—"

A moan in the background interrupts your one-sided fight with Yena. Yeri starts to masturbate by rubbing her clit in gradual circles. Yeah, this was to be expected of her. Somehow, she is not yet satisfied, even after hours of sex. 

"One more video—"

Yena's voice is suddenly deep and honest. A weird, unfitting change with Yeri's moans and the wet sounds of her pussy in the background, but with every passing second, things seem to make less and less sense.

"One more video and we will be free from them. Make the craziest fuck session ever and they will all disappear."

#

"Your drinks, ladies."

With elegant steps and a swing of your hips, you glide through the delighted crowd towards the full table in this crowded bar. The tone of your voice is not as elegant. It's been an hectic evening after all. Dozens of customers want to be served and your colleagues are eager to do their bare minimum for some reason. Would've been nice if they at least increased their speed by a factor of 1.2, but no, they still move at a snail's pace.

A cynical person might call the table you're serving a 'consolation prize'. Sure, the seven women order drink after drink and put you under severe pressure, but they all look absolutely stunning. Beautiful girl after beautiful girl, all very distinct, with their own style, yet their synergy is immaculate. They laugh, bicker and raise glasses with no end in sight.

"Hey, Mina! That's mine—stop!" Chaeyeon complains.

"Chill, you can have a sip of mine too," Yeonhee interrupts the arising argument.

While you place down the next round of drinks, your eyes scan the seven faces quickly. Should I go for it and ask for her number? Ah, no, they all look too rich or out of your league to tell you. It's no use, and work is still going to keep you occupied for a couple of hours.

"You two, always sticking tongues in the same thing…" Nicha’s witty response finds a quick counter by Chaeyeon.

"Nicha, you too kissed guys who had girlfriends before, so—"

"That's totally different!"

"Uhm, hey. I'd like to order an, uhm."

Oh, this one is directed at you. The quietest girl looks at you with her puppy eyes. She is adorable, but her extremely expensive outfit forces you to throw out every fantasy of ever asking her out.

"Ah, yes. What can I get for you?" you eventually respond with a shy smile.

"Nana, do you really think you can take another?" Yoona, the oldest, says worriedly. 

"Yes!” Nana oozes confidence, “I want the, what's it called, oh yes! Limoncello Martini, with extra lemon juice, please."

"Sure, thing," you say. To your surprise, the background noise gets louder as the seven beauties fall quiet. Fourteen eyes in different sizes and colors fly open wide. A feeling of uncomfortableness creeps up your spine and you quickly leave the table. 

That was creepy. Ah, whatever. Probably just an inside joke. 

A cocktail here, a beer there, a bowl of peanuts to the back. Water, vodka, wine, cola, then a tequila-filled glass hits the floor. A lot can happen in ten minutes, but eventually the Limoncello Martini reaches Nana. Its strong lemon smell reaches your nose and you can't help but to grimace at the acidity. Her friends are caught up in an excited chatter that quiets down when you arrive.

"The Limoncello, extra lemon, for you."

"Thank you very much~" Nana responds with a bright smile. Her eyes show signs of the alcohol taking its well-known effect: unfocused, slightly dizzy, yet just as sparkling as when she first entered the bar. Why shouldn’t this be the perfect time to ask h—

“Give me some too!”

“Hey, Yeonhee, stop! Order your own drink!”

“Give me money then.”

“You have your own money!”

“Stop fighting, you two.”

A calm, confident voice interrupts the two girls before they can spill the drink. Yeonhee, a blonde girl with pure features and cute lips that now furrow to a pout, leaves the cocktail glass alone and Nana immediately dives in to take a sip. The muscles on her cheeks and forehead contort as the boozy liquid finds its way down her throat. You chuckle.

“I thought so. I never saw someone order extra lemon. Is it too sour? Can I get you a new one?”

“No,” Nana whispers while putting the glass down, “but you can give me your number, hm?”

#

The bar is closed. Most people left hours ago. The sun has been up for a couple of hours now and everyone who drank one or two cocktails over their limit is dozing at home. Behind the counter, your boss is counting stacks of cash, while your co-worker cleans the remaining glasses and tables.

You’re not helping them today. You always do, but your luck is beyond reason this morning. Nana’s arms wrap around your neck while yours are on her exposed waist. In short intervals, you two engage in a wild battle of tongues, before pulling back with groans. Her hands find your back, abs, pecs, whereas yours go down from her breast, to her ass, and end at her thighs. 

“Touch me more,” Nana moans. You’d respond, but she leaves you speechless with her lips as a seal and tongue as a plug. Answering isn’t necessary of course, since you can just continue to squeeze her delicious curves. Her breasts are a nice handful, but a white top with weird, wide see-through plastic straps keeps you from feeling their texture. 

All it takes is a pull and the straps glide down Nana’s arm and the top down to her midriff. No bra. You both smile into the kiss. She frees her arms and unbuckles her pants to let both pieces of garment drop to the floor. You want to dive in immediately—

“Did you know I like sharing~?”

“Uhm, well you didn’t share your drink back then.”

“Just because I knew she wouldn’t like it.” Nana unbuttons your shirt, then continues her explanation in a sultry tone, “I share different things. Men like you, for example.”

Your heart has been racing ever since Nana pulled out her phone to type in your ten digit number and now it picked up the pace once more. The question of if she is serious becomes unnecessary when you see the door slowly open to reveal one of her friends—Nicha. The punk-like outfit she wore back at the table is nowhere to be seen. Her hair is a mess, the same goes for her loosely-hanging bra and drenched crimson panties.

“She’s hot, huh?” Nana whispers. Sucks at your now-bare collarbone can’t distract you from the tipsy Nicha walking towards you. The sway of her hips is deadly, the same for her lips. Never before have you seen a woman with matching lingerie and lipstick. It’s an insane sight. 

“Sit down,” Nicha orders. Nana struggles to get your belt open, leaving her friend's waiting. An eye roll later and the girl in black hair yanks down your pants. As these pants still fall, she shoves you into the couch. Your gasp again when Nicha goes down to her knees before you and frees your cock from its underwear cage with nothing but her mouth.

“You’ll love this. Her tongue and mouth are incredible.”

Nana’s statement is confirmed instantaneously. Nicha licks your cockhead in swirls like she is engaging in a passionate kiss with it. The texture of her tongue is all over your sensitive tip, then proceeds to move further down the shaft to reach your base. To your surprise, Nicha doesn’t gag, even with multiple inches in her throat. It takes her little effort to leave red imprints on your shaven base.

Nana nibbles and licks on your earlobe. It sends a shiver down your spine, but you still can't stop staring down at Nicha and her black bangs as they move through her blowjob. The sound of wet sloshes of saliva mixes with Nana's whisper right next to your ear.

"Do you like that? Two girls, all over you? I can make it more, if you just… cum.”

“Fuck.”

Your groan encourages Nicha to smear more of her lipstick on you. Your arousal and sensitivity reach their peak when Nicha does a quick corkscrew motion with mouth and Nana drags her tongue along your jaw. Nana moves down your throat to your chest, her black-haired friend down your length to your balls. Nicha takes them into her mouth. Pop, pop. They are full and you’re close to unleashing what's inside them.

“F-fuck,” your groan out in bliss.

“Nicha~” 

Nana’s cutesy voice resonates from your navel where the journey of her tongue ended. 

“I know you want it all. Take it.”

“Shut up!”

Angrily, she goes down on you again, the chin grazes your saliva-glazed balls. With an elongated hiss you announce what they both know: your orgasm is imminent. In a moment of blind enthusiasm, you grab Nicha’s sweaty hair and pull it down. A gasp from Nana, as she is cheek-to-cheek with Nicha comes simultaneously to your final groan. 

Gulp, gulp, gulp. Three times is not enough for Nicha to fully swallow the sticky whiteness. She backs off and the rest drips from her mouth, only to be caught by an eager Nana. Coos and giggles in between slurps of semen are Nicha’s song before she finishes it with a shout.

“Next~!”

Your vision is dizzy. Your eyes switch from an exhausted Nicha to an amused Nana to your hard cock to foreign hands on your cock to massive thighs to covered breasts. After a short recovery you recognize the new faces with their respective attributes: Isa and Mina, also part of the friend group from last night.

Isa’s gorgeous face does not include her familiar smile, but a red hue, probably from the copious amounts of liquor she consumed. She is almost brash, completely different from Mina. Isa does not hesitate to put her fingers around your cock to stroke it. You groan in surprise at the pleasure and Isa takes the chance to kiss you. However, her dance is a mess and her teeth are a constant obstacle. A sting when she accidentally bites your lip interrupts the attempt.

“I’m sorry, fuck.”

“It’s fine, I—”

“No, no, I know I’m bad at that. Can I still get uhm…?”

She nods towards your phallus and you chuckle.

“Sure. How would you like it?”

“How about—”

Isa climbs off from the couch, her right hand lingering on your chest a little, her left hand lingering around your cock a little longer, and stands up straight. She looks lost and stressed, her eyes darting around the room. With every step her breasts jiggle a little and her thighs jiggle a little more, as she walks towards a dark oak dresser in the corner of the room.

“—here?”

Isa ignores the vase, mirror, and glass beads atop the dresser and rests her elbows in between them, then she shakes her head to free her stupidly gorgeous face from any stray locks, spreads her wobbly, smooth legs and looks back at you. It works like an aphrodisiac.

Mindlessly, you jump up and almost butt heads with Mina. Fuck. Isa had occupied your brain to the point that you forgot about the busty cutie before you. Unlike Isa, she is still wearing something: a simple white bra with matching panties. Conservative, but beautiful. It fits her. After all, she is still covering her cheeks and timidly looks away. What gives away her hidden desire is a wet spot of arousal on said panties.

“Damn, you're beautiful.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Wanna join us?”

“Uh, I, uhm, don’t—”

“You don’t have to—”

“No! S-sure, I’ll c-come with you.”

You stretch out your hand as an invitation. It must look odd when you're completely naked and your cock swings. Nevertheless, Mina’s shyness subsides a little and she reaches for your hand. As your digits entwine, you hear a desperate cry from Isa.

“Pleeeeease, hurry!”

Mina follows after you and rests on the wall next to the dresser. Though she looks shy and flushed, her eyes still follow your body and Isa’s body when they meet in a backhug. Your dick glides into the gap beneath Isa’s leaking pussy. Her velvety insides might not squeeze you right now, but her thighs, her godly thighs create suffocating pressure.

“Fuck, your thigh—”

“I know. Can you fuck me now?”

“Hm? Am I not fucking you?” you joke, thrusting into the gap while gently caressing her hair. If you’re honest, this is easily enough pleasure to make you ignore the risky fuck of a pussy. After about ten thrusts, ten claps on her firm butt, Isa breaks:

“No! Fuck. My. Pussy! Hard, no more bulls—ah!”

Isa screams out in pleasure. Finally, your cock has found its way between her slick folds and then into her hot depth. Your fingers now entwine with her silken hair and pull. There is no turning back for her, for you, for Mina, as she gawks at the rapid fire jolts of your hip. 

Ripple after ripple turn Isa’s thighs into an ocean of waves. Your heavy thrusts of your pelvis against her ass, causes her to whine adorably. Isa’s whines turn to moans when you hit the entrance to her womb with hard smacks of your leaking tip. The glass beads tremble, the vase almost tumbles, the mirror shakes dangerously. Isa’s hot, rampant breaths cause it to mist up and your relentless pounding almost causes its downfall. 

Unbeknownst to you and beyond her self-control, Mina leans in closer. Drool leaks from her lips and onto the brown wooden surface. Her face is visibly heating up and her legs rub together frantically. The friction makes her panties become a useless towel. They fail to hold the nectar dripping from her pussy as she tries to hold onto the shaking dresser.

“Good, good, Daddy! Fuck me, fill me!”

“Wh-what?”

“Yes, Daddy! Give me your milk!”

Confusion and fear overtakes your head. You spin it to the side; this plain, gray wall won’t help you. To the other; an undressing Mina is no help either. Over your shoulder; Nana fortunately provides an explanation:

“She is on birth control, don’t worry! She just likes being full.”

And you definitely like her pussy, its divine texture, glorious heat and virgin-like grip. This is a gift you cannot refuse. Isa is not only begging for it with her words, her body also moves to match your pace. Only second until you cum for a second time, yet you don’t want to leave the second girl unsatisfied. Use your unoccupied hand and go on an adventure. The treasure is her clit, which you stimulate with quick rubs to push her into climax. It should always be this easy.

“Oh my God, fuck!”

Cross the finish line together with Isa. It feels like pumping a week's worth of semen into the twitching, unstable girl. When you pull out of her and back off, Isa slowly sinks to the ground. Her breaths are deep, quick and satisfied. Something is off though. For some reason, you’re still energetic, still hard, still feral—or is it actually the other way around?

You somehow turned into an animal in heat. Nothing can stop you.

Mina gaps when you grab her hand and throw her onto the sofa. She mewls when you tell her to remove her bra, but still follows through. The astonishing sight of her breasts gives your dick-controlled brain an idea.

Climb on top of her and align your shaft with the gap in between her big mounds, then grab said mounds and squeeze. This pocket around your cock is soft and Isa’s fresh juices serve as a lubricant. In this weird position where you have to balance yourself to not crash onto Mina’s trained stomach makes the tit fuck hard, but absolutely thrilling. 

“Stick out your tongue.”

Your order came out harsher, more desperate than you would’ve wanted. Mina’s aroused face shows no signs of being startled, on the contrary: she obliges. Her small tongue protrudes from her luscious lips, and with more aggression you try to reach it. A couple of thrusts and you groan. A drool-covered tip meets a pussy-juice-covered tip. Not a huge difference, until yours leaks pre-cum and sprinkles it. Mina laps it up and grimaces at her first taste of the clear liquid.

“Good girl. I’ll give you a reward.”

You stop and move your attention away from Mina’s bust. Your fingers glide over her midriff and without hesitation dive into her sodden panties. A wild bush, almost as wild as your attack onto her vulva, is no obstacle for your goal to pleasure her. Mina mewls like a kitten when you finger fuck her. 

Find the nub in her dark pubic hair and rub it with your thumb. Your finger thrusts go faster and faster. Mina’s breasts make sure you don’t go flaccid and suddenly, she squeezes them together and down your length. It’s no use, holding your moan back and luckily Mina joins you. This becomes a duel, a battle of who can pleasure the other better.

A moment of hesitation, contemplation, then overstimulation for Mina. She jerks her tits up and down to have any semblance of winning this competition, but her lower body is giving up on her. It goes up on its own, fucking your finger, and suddenly unleashing. A clear stream of squirt flies across the couch and onto your rubbing fingers. 

Mina throws her head back just in time for you to do the same. Four spurts of cum streak over the beautiful girl, from her forehead to her nipples. A little bit drips into her mouth while she moans. The saltiness makes her whine as the wave of pleasure abates. 

You laugh.

“Damn, that was amazing.”

“Wow. You were right, Nana, he’s still hard,” a new voice whispers.

Chaeyeon gives Nana a back hug and nibbles on the younger woman's neck. Nana moans and bites her lip. Through the sudden attack of affection, she points over at the small living room table. On it lies another girl. The sight makes your brain lag and you forget her name. 

Does a name really matter if she is already nude, legs spread, fingers on her clit? 

You turn your body towards her. She looks impatient, so you hurry to get off of Mina and cover the small distance. It’s not fast enough however. With an annoyed gaze, she speaks her mind with no filter. 

“Hurry the fuck up! Please me!”

“Woah, chill! Your face is cute, but you’re a needy bitch, huh?”

Long, golden blond braids are favorable handles for you. With your first, merciless pull you remember her name again. Yeonhee. Innocent-looking, but absolutely bratty. Maybe she is just confident and really wants your dick. Either way, she gets it.

Plunge into her. Yeonhee’s legs tremble like she is currently experiencing an orgasm. You ignore it and only chase your own release. It will be the fourth of this morning and because Yeonhee’s insides are hotter than the sun itself, you’ll soon be there. Each drill is proof of the mind-blowing texture of the blonde’s velvety walls. You complement it with another pull on her braids.

“Argh, fuck.”

“You get what you want—or should I stop?”

“No, fuck me—ah!”

Yeonhee is a mess of trembles once more. Could it actually be this easy to make her cum? You wouldn’t dare to complain. She milks like her life depends on it whenever you give her pain and pleasure in the form of pulls and thrusts. Because of the contortion of her adorable face, you haven’t paid attention to her breasts yet. The handfuls bounce up and down, and you lean in to lap at her solid nipples. 

The sweat on her back makes her glide centimeters over the glass surface of the table. Jiggles on her perfectly endowed go unnoticed, at least by you. From behind you hear moans and giggles from Nana and Chaeyeon. The thought of them pleasuring each other while watching you makes you increase your speed.

Yeonhee screams. She throws her arms back off the edge of the table and her clean, sweaty pits get exposed. Instinctively, your tongue moves down from her mound to the exposed pit to lick up more of her addictive body. This time, you won’t care if she can get pregnant or not. You just want to unload in this damn body, and she wants you as well.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck, never stop. I want more!”

“Yeonhee, me too. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Your pelvises only meet once more. Her braids are handles only once more. Your cock only spurts into Yeonhee once more. It’s all worth it. When you pull out, cream flushes out of her red pussy. It runs in between her ass cheeks and makes a sticky mess on the table. You move away from her, just a step, to take the beautiful girl into view. She has her eyes closed and—

“Aw~ Are you going soft in Mommy’s hand~?”

A mocking voice. A delicate hand. A painful groan. Perky nipples press into your back, in fact, you feel the entirety of a toned, bare body. Like this, you cannot see her face, but you have a feeling who it could be. Chaeyeon confirms your assumption when she calls out:

"Yoona-unnie! I want to go next!"

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not taking him away from you. Actually, I'm helping you."

She pulls back her hand at a snail's pace. You squirm and lean back even more into Yoona's body and her second hand makes sure you'll stay like this. Your thoroughly used cock twitches like crazy and it was about to go soft—

"I'm keeping him hard. Look~"

It's not only her hand. Yoona's voice, with its sultry, mocking, demanding tone is like a pacemaker. It forces blood to go back to your cock. You stay solid, physically ready to go, but your brain is lagging. This morning had been too crazy.

"Mommy did her thing. Now~go give it to our cute Chaeyeon here."

"Stop calling me cute, Unnie!" Chaeyeon says angrily. She abandons her intimate hug and kiss session with Nana and lays down on the couch, next to a snoring Mina.

"I want you now, mister waiter," the stunning brunette says, spreading her legs high and wide.

"Will you really keep her waiting~?" Yoona asks, her lips right at your ear. 

A stupid question. Of course you don't want to keep a willing woman with perfect legs and juicy breasts waiting. Your mind is failing you. The constant stimulation and switch in partners made it a mushy mess. 

Yoona guides you from behind. Each movement of her limbs forces you to move yours as well- Her legs and hands cover the miniscule distance to Chaeyeon's shaven slit. Her eyes sparkle in need.

"Put it in, put it in, please,” Chaeyeon begs.

"Fold her, press her, fill her, do it for Mommy.” Yoona’s seductive voice is inescapable.

"Y-yes, Mommy."

And you do it. Your fingers wrap around Chaeyeon's ankles. In one swing, you press her smooth legs back and down. Chaeyeon gasps in anticipation, so you continue. Align your cock with her awaiting pussy and you find that she has a surprise for you: the heart-shaped gem of a butt-plug in between her small cheeks. 

"Our pretty Chaeyeon has gotten kinky~"

Before Chaeyeon can respond to Yoona's remark, you flick, tug and lightly twist the protruding end of the sex toy. 

"It looks hot."

"It feels amazing. I always wanted to try it with a cock in me—shit!"

A curse from her tender lips. It's only the first of many, many curses an elegant woman like her should not spout, but then again, no one who it could bother will ever know. It's just her, her six equally horny and naughty friends, and you. 

"How does she feel? Come on, tell Mommy~"

Yoona massages your shoulders as she watches you massaging Chaeyeon's insides. Both their pussies leak down your legs, from the front, from the back. Quickly, you get on your toes to get more leverage. Glide deep and groan your answer.

"Mommy, she is—fuck, incredible. She feels so tight and I can f-feel the plug."

"Good boy~"

All of a sudden, Yoona jolts her hips forward against your ass. Your formerly careful thrusts are gone. Yoona makes you fuck her friend harder than planned and consequentially, Chaeyeon grips the pillows harder.

"Unnie, what are you—fuck!"

"Shhh, baby girl~! You're mine now."

You're stuck. Trapped between the bodies of two women. Yoona uses you as her tool, to stimulate the younger Chaeyeon. Never before felt being used this good. Luckily, Chaeyeon seems to melt and falter to the pleasure a faster-than-expected fucking gives her. 

Kiss Chaeyeon's womb and simultaneously Yoona kisses your nape. Even with her lips and tongue she is eager, thus it's no surprise that Chaeyeon succumbs to the double thrusts. 

"U-unnie, it fee—" Chaeyeon is cut off by a harsh Yoona.

"No, sweetie. Wrong."

"M-M-Mommy, fuck, it feels so good. My pussy, my ass—make me cum, please."

Yoona's hands wander over your waist to her friend's clit. What happens after is unbeknownst to you. All you see is Chaeyeon's eyes jumping open wide and here the pleasure-filled scream from trembling lips. Then the pressure around your dick becomes unbearable. Yoona forces a quick array of thrusts, but then you burst.

After so many loads, it's no surprise that this one is tiny and not near as creamy as before. Still, the pulses from Chaeyeon's cunt make you feel an indescribable heat and the joy of sex makes you slowly tumble into dreamland. This victory of Yoona is your final part in this scene.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me! I still haven't had my share!"

Nana shouts and shakes at your shoulder. She pulls you away from the couch and the other girls and pulls you into a hug. Your semi-hard cock grazes her folds, but it's too late. You become flaccid. 

"No! This is so unfair."

"Give him more of it," Yeonhee says from behind. You don't see her, as your eyes are focused on the disappointed Nana.

"But is it safe? I don't want him to overdose."

"O-overdose? What do you mean?"

Nana sighs.

"Do you remember the Limoncello Martini? The extra lemon has a… special effect. It makes you last longer."

"What?"

Any follow-up question is stuck in your throat. Considering your current environment and predicament, the existence of such a substance is not surprising at all. How did they get their hands on it though?

"Yeah. And because I still did not have you in me, I want you to smell a tiny bit of it. Is that okay with you?"

"How could I possibly refuse such an offer? I think you’ve deserved it now."

Nana giggles and you hear steps behind you. One of the six woman you had sex with before holds her finger underneath your nose. The distinct smell of the citrusy fruit hits your nostrils. It's not even close to the Limoncello Martini, so you suspect that its effects will not be enough, but Nana shows confidence.

“This will do.”

Then she kisses you. Once again, your tongues play and dance with each other as you feel the effects on the lower part of your body. Once again, the two of you have your hands at the other's body, although this time only certain spots are of interest. Once again, you get horny for this frisky girl and the lemon-stimulus makes you hard in her squeezing hand. 

“One load?” Nana asks jokingly, as her fingers wander down to your balls and cup them super gently.

“More would kill me.”

“Then I want it… in my ass.”

Nana’s whisper was not quiet enough. The part of her friends that’s able to stand up does so and hastily positions themselves next to you. Their eyes are bright, their grins as well.

“Nana, finally.”

“We’ve waited so long for this. Good girl~”

Both Yoona and Nicha hook their arms around Nana’s legs and lift the light woman up. Her wetness rubs on your hardness now as she once again wraps her arms around your nape. You instinctively help in stabilizing her, but now your arms are occupied. There is no way for you to align with her puckered entrance.

Luckily, a third girl staggers over and finds stop at your shoulders. Chaeyeon completes the circle of beauty around you and her sweaty hands reach for your sensitive shaft. When you hiss, she giggles.

“Hm, I’m glad I get to touch this snake, Daddy.”

“Daddy? What?!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you made me pregnant just now. So take—”

With no warning, she shoves your tip into Nana’s ass.

“—responsibility.”

Nana screams and you almost join her. This is too much. A man isn’t made for feeling the narrow, scorching confines of so many holes in such a short amount of time. A heart, a brain, a cock can’t possibly survive such frequent usage and stimulation. They will surely break at some point.

For Nana, however, you’ll accept this fate. Even if you fucking die through this, you will not stop. 

The brunette girl has tears in her eyes, while her Unnies praise her and coo with every inch you push into her ass. At times, she feels too tight to get your entire length into her, but eventually, with a lot of help from her friends, you bottom out. Muster all the strength you have to pull her close. Thank God that Chaeyeon is like a pillar behind you or you would have lost balance. 

“I-it hurts m-more than I thought,” Nana whimpers, a few tears running down her flawless cheeks.

“Y-you good? We can stop whenever you want. This is not a competition.”

“Yeah, baby,“ Yoona softly says, “you did good, you don’t have to prove anything~.”

“My first time hurt too,” Nicha adds, while adding kisses to Nana’s back.

“No! J-just go v-very slowly, okay?”

Take a look at Nana’s sparkling eyes. They reaffirm her words and so you, with a lot of help, begin your first thrust. It’s easily the slowest you’ve pulled out of a girl this morning, but it’s also necessary. Nana’s face is distorted by pain until your glans is the only thing inside her butt. 

“You can do it.” Chaeyeon’s words are amplified by her massaging Nana’s legs.

“Yes, I can.”

You groan. Even at such a slow pace, this thrust feels great. Nana’s ass grips tightly and soon, every part of your cock gets milked from her walls. Who could last longer than a minute inside this amazing hole? 

Your brain starts to fail. First your nose. The smell of sweat, juice and sex escape you. Then your vision. Gorgeous faces, bare chests and slender limbs become fuzzy. Finally, your own body. Yoona, Nicha and Chaeyeon are the only reason you and Nana are still upright.

“I-I can’t anymore.”

“Please, just a couple more thrusts.”

Her plea, your only energy. You begin to thrust faster. She winces. You repeat the motion, and suddenly she groans. Your perception of time has gone haywire. Suddenly you feel yourself pounding Nana faster. She doesn’t cry anymore and seems to fit perfectly around your length. Moans and cheers make a cacophony that reassure you: it’s working now.

“So good! Please, cum inside! Cum before me!”

What an odd request. 

A hole in your memory. All you do is feel and hear. Ropes of cum flee your body, Nana trembles around you. Her wetness lubes your torso, her fingernails scratch your neck. There are moans, there are sighs, there is a door being opened. Confused, excited, panicked voices—and in between all of them, you immediately recognize one.

“You did it! We are free, finally!”

Sakura. What is she doing here?

(A/N2: Sorry for all those tags, and thanks for reading! If you find missing tags, comment them or sth lmao)

#8some smut #kpop girl group smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #female idol smut #idol smut #male reader smut #male reader #male reader insert #smut #woo!ah! smut #nana smut #woo!ah! nana smut #wooah smut #gidle smut #minnie smut #minnie gidle smut #stayc smut #isa smut #isa stayc smut #kang mina smut #i.o.i smut #i.o.i mina smut #gugudan smut #gugudan mina smut #yeonhee smut #rocket punch smut #yeonhee rocket punch smut #chaeyeon smut #jung chaeyeon smut

[stars-n-spice]

TBB S3 TRAILER

Holy FUCK I was not prepared for this.

As soon as I saw the trailer posted on Instagram, I grabbed my laptop and casted the trailer on the TV and stood in front of the TV like an old asian man; hands behind the back, spine bent, feet planted shoulder width apart.

Cannot believe it's finally here and I've got a lot of thoughts that I'm going to put under the cut because holy shit, this trailer hit me like a brick.

Idk if they will be comprehensive honestly but I'm writing them down as I rewatch the trailer.

In summary though? This season is going to absolutely wreck me and I will never recover from it emotionally and probably financially too if we get a new wave of merch and shit with it too.

Anyways, thoughts and reactions under the cut-

What the fuck are they doing with that transport? They stealing something? Retrieving something? Is it a tank? Hello, where is Echo??? IS THAT FUCKING CROSSHAIR?! IN S1 ARMOR???

PHEE GENOA!! so fucking great to see her again, I'm going to be absolutely devastated if they show us her reaction to Tech's supposed death.

CAPTAIN REX MY LOVE YOU'VE COME HOME!! "I thought the end of the war would mean the end to losing more of our brothers" <- that better be about Tech and not about Cody, so help me god-

OMEGA'S NEW HAIRCUT :( she looks so much older now :((

STOP CROSSHAIR LOOKS SO FUCKING SAD. I feel terrible actually... this is like,, this is a shell of a man,, like,, this is a man who's got like,, nothing. He looks awful and I swear if he doesn't get some peace of mind I'm going to lose my mind.

"Omega's been waiting for us a long time." NO NO NO DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU DO A TIMESKIP, ANY MEASURE OF TIME THAT OMEGA HAD TO BE WITHOUT HER BROTHERS AND WONDERING WHEN THEY WERE GOING TO COME AND GET HER IT'S GOING TO BREAK ME. I fucking hate timeskips so much, I swear if she's been by herself for more than a year, or even just a year, I'm going to be PISSED. If she doesn't get the chance to be a kid like she deserves I'm going to fucking lose it.

PALPATINE?! "There is nothing of greater importance to secure the purpose of this Empire" <- y'all talking about cloning? About cloning Palpatine because you have to explain why "somehow Palpatine returned"???

HEY WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!

Holy shit the animation is really good. Like that whole fighting montage?? The fucking scene on the bridge looks like,, fucking live action to me. Idk how to describe it but the animation is fuckng beautiful and I wish Star Wars did more animation because this is gorgeous.

FENNEC SHAND MY LOVE!! MY WIFE RETURNS!!! PLEASE BE IN MORE THAN ONE EPISODE MY QUEEN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! and Cad Bane is there too ig-

"They are coming, for all of you." <- who is this. do not come for me but I cannot for the life of me figure out who this is. It's not Cody, I don't see the scar. Someone help me out here-

WOLFFE IS BACK BABY!!! FUCK I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HIM IN TBB ART STYLE

HUNTER ON PABU! Thinking they probably went back after everything and I want to see how they've adjusted and settled in, please, I am begging.

My baby, my angel, myivida, the light of my life. Fuck it's so good to see and hear you again. If anything happens to you I swear to god-

LMAOO DID HUNTER JUST GET YOINKED BY A SPACE CROC?!?! WAIT THEY'RE ON THE BOAT WITH FENNEC!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA

There are two clips that allude to the fact that they get Crosshair out of there before they get Omega and I'm going feral over it. If this means we get them reuniting with Crosshair sooner than later I'm fucking ecstatic. Like because,, that's Crosshair's rifle and they clearly cropped the screen for the sake of the trailer, right? Right??

Hey where is the zillo beast?

ASAJJ VENTRESS??!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! You're telling me,, I get a season,, with Wrecker, Wolffe, Fennec, AND Asajj? Oh be still my beating heart. Anyone hear something meowing?

Also I know in the trailer it seems like she's facing off with TBB but the backgrounds don't really seem to line up so I'm hoping they don't actually face off with each other.

Tech literally only being indirectly mentioned and showing his death scene again but recolored and shit makes me feel all kinds of things.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

3 EPISODE PREMIERE?!?!?!?!?!?! fuck me.

Echo wasn't in this trailer enough and where the FUCK was Cody?!?!?!?!

Fuck.

#tbb #the bad batch #star wars #clone force 99 #tbb trailer #tbb s3 #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #best believe i'm feral over this #screaming crying throwing up #i am unwell #i love them a normal amount #i love this show a normal amount

[delta-pavonis]

July Kinkfest Day 2

The Sandman || Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || 893 words

Prompts: Edging | Comeslut | “Show me what’s in your bedside drawer.”

Warnings: edging, face-fucking, sex in the Dreaming, Dreaming sex is different than Waking World sex, copious amounts of cum, Dream is a little shit and Hob loves him for it

Author's Notes: If I can keep all of these under 1000 words it will be a godsend.

Dream clamps down his hand around the base of Hob’s cock once more, just to hear what new obscenities he comes up with this time. He has been reading more in Latin recently, looking at some original religious texts that Lucienne pointed him to in the Dreaming’s library, and what pours out of his mouth now probably has made even Lucifer’s ears burn. 

“What do they say?” The Dreamlord hums with an exaggerated tap to his chin. “Fourteenth time is the charm?”

Hob sags against his chest, head lolling back onto Dream’s shoulder. “You fucking well know no one says that.” He manages to speak between trembling breaths. “You are also fucking lucky that I cannot get blue balls in the Dreaming. Christ, how long have we been at it?”

“Time is not your concern, pet.” Dream licks at the new beads of sweat rolling down Hob’s neck. “And we won’t have to do this once you learn how to better control your body in the Dreaming.” He considers biting along the same path.

Hob laughs as he bares his neck to his lover’s questing teeth. “Oh, blame this on me, do you, King of the Cumsluts? As if I am the one who wants me to blast into your face with enough volume and velocity to give you a sinus headache? To bruise your uvula?”

“Hob,” Dream tries to keep a scolding tone to his voice but he is pretty sure his smirk pushes its way through. “I do not have sinuses. Nor a uvula.”

“Oh for fuck’s…” Hob gets up and turns so that he is sitting on Dream’s thighs, arms resting on his shoulders “Give me that smart mouth.” He pulls Dream into a sloppy wet kiss, sucking on that silver tongue. When they pull apart with a pop Hob is grinning. “Let’s do this.”

Dream lets Hob push him back on the bed, until he is lying down, and watches Hob crawl up to sit on his marble-smooth chest. Looking up at Hob like this is dizzying, his lover towering over him like a lust-addled sun-god. For a moment the Lord of Dreams imagines he is a vampire, his entire body igniting from being in the solar brightness of Hob’s presence. 

Being on top of Dream is always a heady feeling for Hob, feeding on the power that Dream is willingly giving up for a short time. And, further, knowing that the reason that the King of Nightmares does this is because he absolutely cannot get enough of Hob fucking his face… well. Sometimes a man’s dreams do come true.

Dream starts pawing at Hob’s hips and Hob lets himself be pulled down into his lover’s mouth with a swiftness that makes his eagerness glaringly obvious. Watching Dream’s eyes go blurry while he moans around a cock buried deep into his throat might be Hob’s favorite single activity in the entire universe. 

Hob rocks his hips once, a slow roll, and gets a sharp smack to his ass for his efforts.

“My god you are such a brat.” He pushes up on his arms and pulls all the way out, until the head of his cock is painting pre on Dream’s lips. “Lucky you look so good gagging on my cock…”

“Hob.”

He feels more than hears Dream’s growl, which only serves to make him chuckle. “Alright, dove. Alright. I get it.” Dream laps at the liquid beading rapidly at the tip of Hob’s prick and Hob shivers. “I’ll take care of you.”

Dream parts his lips and finally, finally, Hob’s hips snap down, ramming his dick into Dream’s throat so hard that it chokes off the ecstatic scream. 

Hob has been brought close to and then held back from orgasm too many times to make this last, but that isn’t exactly the point. What Dream really wants is to basically drown in Hob’s cum, pretending for a moment that such a thing is possible. He has found through trial and error that by edging Hob enough in the Dreaming, he can trick Hob’s subconscious into producing an extreme amount of fluid. 

The bed shakes beneath them as Hob slams home harder once, twice, and comes on the third, with a roar that probably rattles the lamp on Lucienne’s desk. 

Cum, scalding and bitter, floods into Dream’s body, down into both stomach and lungs and up into sinuses that he only moments earlier decided would be there. It burns and it overflows around his lips and it is blissfully perfect because every one of his senses are, for one moment, painted over with an overwhelming feeling of Hob.

When Hob’s cock is gone Dream starts coughing, so Hob moves fast to wrap a hand around Dream’s dick. It only takes two pumps before the coughing turns into wet garbled moans and Dream is staining the black sheets with long stripes of white. 

Hob curls around Dream’s back and brushes his inky hair back from his face until his body settles and he has the wherewithal to roll over to face Hob. 

“You spoil me, my pet, my heart.” He croons, voice roughened a touch because he likes the way it makes Hob’s pupils dilate. “That was lovely.” 

Hob hums in agreement, already feeling the tug of wakefulness and therefore drifting away from this moment. “See you soon, my Dream.”

#Dreamling #julykinkfest2023 #nsft #read the warnings #The Sandman #Hob Gadling #Dream of the Endless #Pavonis writes

[the-unspeakable-tsar]

Kidnapping The Grunk

In 2018, I was 17. I wrote a Gravity Falls/Rick and Morty crossover fic called "Kiddnapping The Grunk". I'm 23 now, and I was looking at my ao3 account, and I saw it. So, I decided to rewrite the fic. The original person who wanted me to write the fic no longer exists on Tumblr. But here's the new version in its entirety.

Stan’s eyes opened up into complete darkness. He started to move but found his limbs stiff and wrapped in something. He was stuck and started thrashing around. He’d gotten it into his head that he was twisted up in his bedsheets again and started screaming.

“Oh god! Soos! Get the jaws of life! Get some snips or somethin’! I’m stuck!” he shouted.

“Nobody’s gonna help you out here, ole man,” said a strange voice from the dark.

“Who’s that?” said Stan. His tone was not so much panicked but annoyed. “Robbie Valentino, this better not be some stupid prank. I’m not playing around with you and Wendy’s games anymore!”

A new voice chimed in, making robotic tutting, “Nah, you don’t get it do ya?” We’re holding your ass for ransom.”

“Ransom?” said Stan. He considered the thought for a moment. “If you cut me in on this, I can get my brother to fork over some more cash. I know he’s good for it.”

“Shut the fuck up!” shouted the first voice. “If your scrawny boy toy doesn’t deliver the Smidgens we want, we’re going to slit your Cromdamned throat!”

“Boy toy? What the heck are you talking about?” he asked and received a smack across the face for it.

Everyone who surrounded him began to laugh as Stan’s head spun.

“Don’t play dumb,” he said. “You were rolling heavy with Rick Sanchez in this part of the galaxy for ten years. Suppose your spastic lust pet doesn’t show up; we’re going to cut your head off and bury you somewhere like a vampire.”

“Who?” asked Stan.

---

A large green portal opened up into a land covered in prone grease grease-slicked grandmothers. Two aged scientists stepped out and into the town. The residents of the town looked at them with fascination. Stanford Pines looked down at his tracker pad, which pinged with a map of this area and the little tracker.

“I cannot believe that my brother has gotten wrapped up in your nonsense, Sanchez,” he said. 

“Better believe it,” said Rick Sanchez, punctuating his brief statement with a burp. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t kill you myself. What are they? Flansians? Predators? The Tall Whites?” asked Stanford, rapidly firing his questions at Rick.

“Beats the hell out of me,” said Rick. “If they’re after me through, Stan I’ll take care of them. Don’t worry your prissy little head about it.” 

Rick reached over and started tussling Stanford’s hair drunkenly, only for Ford to take his hand away. “None of that!”

“You can’t still be angry because I didn’t call you after our night of passion in the Hamburger Fields,” he said. Dismissing him.

“I can be, and I am!” he shouted.

“Oh blah, blah, blah! BLIGHITY BLAH!” shouted Rick. “Stan’s a better man than you anyways. He knows how to make a man feel appreciated. Y’know?” 

Rick then feigned ecstatic moans, “Ohh Stanley, yeah, yeah, yeah, right therreee!” 

“That’s lewd,” growled Stanford. His face flushed a deep red.

“You would know,” said Rick. “I recall you getting very into me sucking on your fingers.” 

“Nope,” Stanford walked forward. Stomping as he went. “Not listening. Just help me find my brother.”

Rick made a dismissive noise. “Bleh…fine….So, does he ever talk about me?” 

“Hmm?” began Stanford. “No, never.” 

“C’mon, i’m being serious right now. He must, right?’ asked Rick.

“Nope. Up until we got the note, I didn’t even know you two were acquainted,” said Stanford.

“What? We spent nearly a decade together, fucking and savaging around the country,” said Rick. “He must remember me.” 

“Well,” said Ford apprehensively. “There’s a chance that he genuinely doesn’t remember.” 

“Oh god, has he been hit with Alzheimer's?” said Rick, feeling his age.

“The truth is more…odd,” Said Ford. “Do you remember when i talked about Weirdmageddon?” 

“Dumb name, yes.”

“Ignoring that…To destroy Bill, Stanley allowed him to invade his mind…Then we erased it,” said Ford.

“You sick son of a bitch!” growled Rick.

“Oh, grow the hell up, Sanchez. I heard about how you regularly erase your grandson’s memories over minor mistakes on your end,” said Ford.

“How did you hear about that?” asked Rick.

“Summer and Wendy are friends on Tumblr,” said Ford.

“Goddamn, Summer,” whispered Rick under his breath. But then Rick smiled, “Hot Damn, Fordy baby, you’ve just given me a chance at this bullshit thing called love!” 

Rick pushed Ford over, and the old man fell on his ass. They opened up a portal that entered them into a dimension filled with bright blue slime bags, and they bounced off of them, weaving between each other as they fell. Rick blessed another portal into the wall of the dimension and it led into the back room of a bar.

Surrounding Stan’s tied-up form were impossibly tall robots and short dwarven aliens with big fly eyes. They all pulled their guns and started firing at the pair. They ducked behind pillars and exchanged looks. Ford looked ready to kill Rick.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!” he shouted.

“Relax,” Rick stepped in front of the scene.

His body was quickly riddled with plasma fire. The bolts of liquid energy passed through his scrawny form like butter, but he kept stepping forward. The aliens screamed at him in their native tongues—horrid insect chirping. Rick’s left arm unfolded, forming a kind of gun made of green semi-metal and flesh. The flesh gun sprayed the aliens with a horrible mist that caused their skin to erupt in horrible sizzling boils and caused the metal skin of the robots to erode rapidly.

“Come to me, everybody!” he shouted. “Look at me go! Your gods might not be real, but I’m sending you to him all the same!”

Ford stood behind the pillar, picking off stragglers with his pistol and resenting every word that fell out of Rick Sanchez’ stupid head. He didn’t have to do all of this. They could have just killed them; they didn’t have to cook alive inside their bodies.

Once this mad violence was over, Stanford dashed over to Stanley and tore the bag off his head; his brother winced at the light.

“It’s okay, Stanley, you’re going to be alright,” said Ford as he began to undo the binds.

Rick turned and flashed Stanley a look. He thought it was sexy, with is hip cocked to the side and the bulge in his pants prominently displayed. 

“Hey, hot stuff,” said Rick. “I’m Rick Sanchez, and I’m the rescue committee.”  

“Yeah,” said Stan. “I know who you are.”

Suddenly, Rick froze. Shit, he remembers all the scumbag shit I did.

Once up, Stan strode across the room and pushed Rick up against the wall, forcing his tongue into his mouth and dry-humping him against the wall. Ford stood by, irritated that it built up to this. He turned his head so he didn’t have to see the image of the two.

“You scrawny son of a bitch,” said Stan. “You made me remember that I missed you.”

#fanfiction #stanchez #stan pines #stanford pines #rick sanchez #rick and morty #pocket mortys #post gravity falls #spanish pines

[not-freyja]

For the ask game, 500 words or less. How about the part where Sky asks Rulie to hurl lightning at him. Because that was LIT!

"“What the fuck?” Wind laughs, raising his sword again.

Sky steps in front of him with the same hard stare. He makes himself an obstacle, but whether it is to keep the monster away from Wind, or to keep Wind from charging into battle, he cannot say. “Hyrule,” the knight calls, and his voice sounds so quiet, it should be impossible to hear it over the rain. Instead his voice rings clear and resonant in Hyrule’s skull. “Strike me.”

Absolutely not. He shakes his head, wrapping his arms tighter around the railings as the ship drops again.

“Hero of Hyrule,” Sky calls, and it is a command searing deep into his soul, “strike me now!”

Convinced that Sky has officially lost his mind, but more than happy to see where this goes, Hyrule calls the lighting down, throwing it with all his focus at Sky.  Not the rising beast exploding from the sea. Not at the blinking clearly vulnerable gargantuan eye.

Nope.

Hyrule arcs the lightning towards his brother because apparently all Sky wants in this world is to be electrocuted to death, and who is he to get between a man and his dreams?"

Oh you’re so right, that scene was lit. Get it? Lit? Like- like Lightning? Do you-

Anyway!

So most of the actual drama in this scene is occurring inside of Sky’s head, which is very inconvenient for the reader because the scene is from Rulie’s POV. This means that you don’t get to know what it is exactly that Sky is thinking. The reader is forced into Hyrule’s position, confused and concerned and second guessing Sky’s choices. Just for funsies! (And by “funsies” here the author means dramatic tension.)

And what a choice it is! Let’s break it down:

"“What the fuck?” Wind laughs, raising his sword again.

Here Windy boy is genuinely ecstatic that he’s going to get to fight a sea monster. Like, the boy is stoked. What a time to be alive!

Sky steps in front of him with the same hard stare. He makes himself an obstacle, but whether it is to keep the monster away from Wind, or to keep Wind from charging into battle, he cannot say.

Both. The answer is solidly both. Sky is so protective of them all, and he also can see how ready to roll Wind is.

“Hyrule,” the knight calls, and his voice sounds so quiet, it should be impossible to hear it over the rain. Instead his voice rings clear and resonant in Hyrule’s skull. “Strike me.”

So this is a bit of foreshadowing about how fucked up Sky is on a spiritual level. When you kill a God, what do you become?

A moron, apparently!

Absolutely not. He shakes his head, wrapping his arms tighter around the railings as the ship drops again.

This is a normal sane reaction! I am so proud, Rulie doesn’t have those often! Well done baby boy!

“Hero of Hyrule,” Sky calls, and it is a command searing deep into his soul, “strike me now!”

Sky! Beloved, get your burgeoning anger issues under control, I fucking swear on your wife man.

Convinced that Sky has officially lost his mind, but more than happy to see where this goes, Hyrule calls the lighting down, throwing it with all his focus at Sky. 

This here was me trying to articulate the mentality with which Rulie goes through life: “this might as well happen, life as a Hero is already so Din damned weird!”

Not the rising beast exploding from the sea. Not at the blinking clearly vulnerable gargantuan eye.

Sometimes I like to remind us that this is about a video game series and poke at in-game mechanics like weak points, just for fun.

Nope.

Yeah cause that would make sense, wouldn’t it? And nothing on this fucking road trip has made sense for Hyrule, poor lad.

Hyrule arcs the lightning towards his brother because apparently all Sky wants in this world is to be electrocuted to death, and who is he to get between a man and his dreams?"

This is me laughing at my own jokes. That’s it, nothing deeper. I thought the line, I ugly laughed, and then I typed the line. 10/10, would do it again.

That was fun! Thank you for the prompt! 💕 I hope it is as fun for you to read my analysis as it was for me to write it.

#freyja writes fic #this is an adjuration #answered #ask game #fic analysis #lu hyrule #lu sky #this was fun #I’d play again

[royalphantompain]

HEY, DO ANY OF YOU MUTIALS OF MINE LIKE TADC???? PLEASE LOOK AT THIS I AM LITERALLY SO FUCKING EXCITED I WANT TO EAT MY OWN FUCKING ORGANS THAT'S HOW ECSTATIC I AM.....

Is that normal???????

BUT LOOK NEW MERCH BUT ALSO ACTUALLY NEWS AND LITTLE SNEAK PEAKS AT THE ACTUAL SERIES-

THEY DID NOT HAVE TO GO THIS FAR INTO ANIMATING THIS AND HAVING THIS MUCH CHARM AND MAKING IT THIS FUN AND I SWEAR THE ANIMATION LOOKS BETTER THAN IT DOES IN THE FIRST EPISODE-

LIKE SERIOUSLY LOOK AT THIS EVEN IF IT ISN'T CANNON THEIR INTERACTINGS IT STILL SATISFIES MY HUNGER FOR NOW FOR MORE TADC CONTENT- ALSO KINGER HAS A FUCKING GUN LOOK OUT HE IS GOING TO GET YOU!!!!!!

ALSO POMNI MY ABSOLUTEL BELOVED!!!!! MY FUNNY LITTLER PATHETIC JESTER!!!!

I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF HER AND HOW SHE IS BOTH FUCKING OVER THIS SHIT BUT ALSO STILL FREAKED OUR BY CAINE!!!!!!!!!

ALSO THEM MAKING FUN OF BOOTLEG PLUSHIES AND THIS INTERACTION- JESUS CHIRST- I AM SO HAPPY-

Also the him.....

I will do anything for him... The moment I have spare money again.........

#ghost's pain #tadc #the amazing digital circus #pomni #caine #Youtube

[mocacheezy]

Watched Rise of Beasts with @minoan-ophidian today, so here are some of my scrambled sleepy thoughts (under readmore bcs of spoilers)

Mirage made me cry there near the end, HE CANNOT DIE AFTER ALL THIS. He grew up on me and I started caring about him so quick.

I loved how both Noah and Optimus are just trying to look out for their own people but come together in the end. NOAH AND PRIMAL SAVING PRIME WAS ALSO A MOMENT WHERE I JUST WENT YES

Birb wife died and I really, really hoped she wouldn't. I thought that was cosmic rust or something of the like. Atleast Primal was able to come to terms and make her suffering end.

Speaking of Airrazor, I cannot believe she didn't tell others she has been hurt, like Elena saw it and said it doesn't look good, they probably wouldn't be able to completely reverse it but like... Rhinox or Cheetor could stay with her? Or they would know to watch out for her, instead our poor girl looks like she's corroding and gets brainwashed by Scourge.

Elena asking Primal if the Maximals are responsible for things the ancient civilizations accomplished and him chuckling before saying they had nothing to do with it and can't take credit for human ingenuity/imagination ... I do not remember the exact words, but I am OVER THE MOON LIKE YES!! YES, THE CIVILIZATIONS HAD CONTACT BUT THE ALIENS WEREN'T WHY THEY EXISTED AND CREATED MANY AMAZING THINGS!!! I LOVED THAT!

Primal communicating and trusting the humans, the Maximals being part of the community for 100 of years, being able to trust their safety and the safety of the transwarp key... It made me emotional, especially with how Prime initially reacts to having humans help

It also made me panic a lil when Primal entrusts Noah and Elena with the key, because HE BELIEVES NO HARM WILL COME TO IT. AND NOAH ALMOST DESTROYS IT!!! LIKE!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA!!!!!

PRIME DIDN'T DIE THANK FUCK!!! I know these are supposed to be the prequels to Bayverse movies, but honestly? There could be some mumbo jumbo conjured up as to why "he might be dead, or maybe he survived". It's nice there was no need for that.

I wasn't sure Bee was going to come back, and boy am I glad there were those energon deposits on Earth

I did not expect Wheeljack. I forgot he was here, and tbh if his name was smth else that would be perf fine. But eyo.

Nightbird is my love, my life, gender goals, the queen, I am presenting my throat and I would let her slice it willingly like MA'AM. The non-binary energy as soon as she came on screen was yes. Just yes yes yes. Perfection. My she/he/they (ona/on .com) self is ECSTATIC, I love her. If I cosplay transformers in the future she is absolutely one of the characters

Arcee was so gorgeous, my bi heart was all doki doki

Scourge was also super cool and I really enjoyed the interactions with Unicron and how Prime killed him. Fucker deserved it.

Tbh I want to keep going but my eyes are falling shut from all the energy my excitement burned up so lemme just say

GREAT MOVIE!

LOVED IT!

WENT IN WITH NO EXPECTATIONS AND MINIMAL KNOWLEDGE, AND HAD AN AWESOME TIME

If I had to rate it, it would be 9.8/10, with that 0.2 just me wishing the Maximals talked more and that Barney came in frame, said Yeeeesssssss and got punched in the face by Primal. Rattrap would be too powerful if he was in the movie, he would steal all the spotlight off of Mirage, so his absence is understandable.

And @ my slovene peeps, Cineplexx theater is INSANELY GOOD folks, Supernova Rudnik delivered quality experience, 3D očala so izredno prijazna za nas špeglarje. Pokovka je gromozanska, in slushy tasted great.

So yeah, GREAT TIME, I RECCOMEND THE MOVIE, and here are pics of the earrings I made and wore to the cinema!

#moca watches #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers #moca screeches #I am about to dive into the sleepy sleepy land so gnight peeps I shall be on a reblog spree tomm #spoilers will be tagged ofc

[oogaboogaspookyman]

WHY NOT LMAO

[TRINITY]

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FUNISINFINITE

[1]

Stuck inside a fake cartridge of a game that can't exist

Waiting for someone to play my thrilling game!

*hoo boy*

(do you know what it's like to see the world spin around you)

(over and over again, until you puke, and then start over from scratch like it's nothing)

Fun is infinite!

Said the Majin himself!

Fun is infinite!

None can compare!

*hoo BOY*

(fun is infinite!)

(said the Majin himself!)

None can compare for i am the only true game master in the room!

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HILL

[2]

GREETINGS AGAIN, I'M ECSTATIC TO SEE YOUR PUNY MORTAL FACE ONCE AGAIN

*AYO*

(IT'S BEEN LONG ENOUGH WE HAVE PLAYED THE SAME GAME AGAIN)

*THE GUY!!!*

LET'S GET THIS GAME OVER WITH FOR ONCE, IT'S GETTING TIRING TO CHASE YOU ALREADY.

*HE*

LET'S SEE WHAT ELSE YOU GOT TO OFFER, I'M WAITING FOR SOMETHING NEW, PUSSYCAT

LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BRING BACK THE SPICE TO THIS DEAD OLD GAME WE HAVE PLAYED FOR TOO LONG.

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[3]

FUN IS INFINITE, NONE CAN EVER COMPARE

FUN IS INFINITE, NONE CAN EVER COMPETE

*WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT*

(FUN IS INFINITE, NONE CAN EVER COMPETE FOR I AM THE ONLY ONE TRUE GAME MASTER IN THE ROOM)

SEGA ENTERPRISES WILL NEVER BE TAKEN DOWN

WE ARE GODS IN THE WORLD OF GAME PRODUCTION

*WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU BOTH*

(FUN IS INFINITE, NONE CAN EVER COMPETE FOR I AM THE ONLY ONE TRUE GAME MASTER IN THE ROOM)

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DESIRE

PRAY

ANGER

FEAR

JOY

DISGUST

DESPAIR

i cAn't wAit

t0 tAke y0u h0me

thEre's s0 mUch t0 sh0w y0u

afTEr ALl

whAt aRE frIEnDs f0r?

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[4]

I have been waiting for so long

*who the FUCK*

(for so long)

There's so much to show you, look at us now...

All grown up, up!

*WAIT*

There's so much to show you, after everything in the past...

*WAIT A MINUTE*

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[5]

It's been so long since i had tortured a soul in the old fashioned way

Do you have any idea how long we were gone?

Remember?

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LORD X

IAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0D

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[6]

MY OLD FRIEND

WE MEET AGAIN

AFTER YEARS OF RADIO SILENCE

*LORD X??*

(AFTER YEARS OF RADIO SILENCE)

DO YOU REMEMBER ME? ALL THOSE SCREAMS OF PAIN FROM THE OTHER SOULS?

*IT'S LORD X!!!*

I'M STILL THE SAME AS EVER, I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN MY MANNERS

I'M STILL KING OF THOSE OLD ROTTING HILLS, MY POWER CANNOT BE COMPARED EVER

I STILL REIGN TO THIS DAY!

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[7]

Fun is infini-i-ite!

None can compa-a-are!

*WHAT*

Listen to the Maji-i-in!

I AM GOD AND YOU'RE NOTHI-I-ING.

*THE FUCK*

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:)

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[8]

Hey there pal!

Hey there!

We meet again!

Once again!

Again!

*what*

Do you know my name?

'Course you do!

'Course you do!

It's just me, everybody's favorite!

The blue blur!

*NO YOU'RE NOT*

It's just everybody's favorite!

It's just me!

Good ol' me!

*SHUT THE FUCK UP*

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HAHAHHEEEHEHEHEHAHA-

HAHAHHEHEHEHHAHAHAHA.

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AUGH-

Let's play a game

You can choose your favorite thing

This cliche never dies

You can't run and you can't hide

REWRITE

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[9]

*WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK*

*WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS*

*JESUS CHRIST*

Let your spirit leave your body

I AM GOD AND YOU'RE NOBODY

*MAN WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT*

*DAWG WHAT ARE YOU DOING*

*WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MAN*

I will take you to my

WORLD

And i'll leave you without word

Hide and seek!

Can't you see?

Boyfriend is nothing for me

You're the one i'm looking for

Through the screen i can see more

Play the notes

It's so fun

Sonic loves to see you run

From a fate you won't escape

WHEN YOU DIE

WE MEET AGAIN

*WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING FR*

*THIS AIN'T NO FUCKING JOKE ISTG*

*WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT BITCH*

*HOLY SHIT WHAT IS GOING ON*

⭕

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notoveryet

[10]

This isn't over just yet!

This is so far from done!

It's not over just yet, friend!

I really hope you did enjoy the expirience, player!

There is way more coming your way!

This isn't over just yet!

This is so far from done!

It's not over just yet, friend!

I really hope you liked the expirience, expect more coming!

But for now, stay hyped my friend!

Signed REWRITE.

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[SEE YOU NEXT TIME]

#SoundCloud #rewrite sonic #sonic.exe #fnf #spooker's banger lyrics

[elithilanor]

The Human Side of Peredhel

This is probably (never say never) going to be a fic but I can’t really get the plot bunny out of my head of how would Elladan and Elrohir react if Elrond had another biological child after Celebrían’s departure? Especially if the kid was somehow an accident (two peredhel one night may not have the same biological procreation as typical elves but really this is just crack fic in a way) and they find out about them later. I don’t think they’d be cruel and eventually they would warm up to their sibling, but I imagine the beginning might be a little rough.

So here’s a lil Elrohir & Fem (it’s like only one word) Newly Known About Sibling content? Rip to the story that I won’t write with a great fucking title (how it usually is tbh).

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“Will you stay here in the courtyard paths for the rest of the evening rather than join us then?” Elrohir asks, tone just on the side of disapproving.

“I thought you and Elladan would be happy were I not to show.” You say, eyebrow raised.

He lets out a breath and looks away from you towards the pathways leading towards his mother’s gardens.

“Ada would be displeased and worried if you did not,” is his reluctant response.

You nod and anxiously dance your fingertips across your thumb pads. 

“That matters then.” You state, but still unsure of well..everything really, since your mother had passed and you had met your father.

“Of course it does.” He huffs, exasperated. “Ada wishes for you to be here. Arwen - you’ll meet her by the week’s end - is ecstatic for a sister.. She’s so throughly pleased, in fact, that she’s changing mounts every town. Her husband, Aragorn, can hardly keep up.”

“‘Dan and I…”. Here, he hesitates, looking like his mind is arguing with itself.

“Dan?” You ask. You hadn’t seen any other Men here, though you knew enough to say they passed into the valley often.

“Elladan?” Oh, of course. You hum to acknowledge his response in lieu of embarrassing yourself further.

Feeling the warmth rising in your cheeks, you shift your eyes to the hydrangeas. You had never seen these flowers in such a vibrant hue until you arrived in Imladris. The upcoming spring rains will treat them well.

Time crawls by as the bees finish with the cobalt-colored flowers farthest from you and come closer, searching for the next part of their meal.

Elrohir stays silent.

You pick at the edges of your over-robe laying on your wrists. Perhaps you had offended him, you wonder worriedly.

Maybe you should go back to your rooms. Elrohir had been even more sullen than his twin since you’d met them. Although perhaps he was always like that; you wouldn’t know otherwise.

“It’s not your fault you were born.” Elrohir declares abruptly.

You startle from your thoughts and look up at him. What on Arda?

“Not um generally, no. Is that…can elves do that or …?” It really had been such a fascinating week when it came to differences in culture alone, but surely this, at least, was the same?

Elrohir sets his jaw and nods once, looking incredibly determined.

“I cannot say that either Elladan nor I are fully comfortable with this, but I - we -.”

“We would not have you be uncomfortable in our home. Your home.” Elladan says coming around the corner, a small but reassuring smile on his face. You blink in surprise at his appearance on the path, but Elrohir doesn’t even flinch.

“We would have you be welcome here.” He adds.

Elrohir nods again and holds his hand out for yours. His smile is strained, but it’s clear he’s trying.

“Come, nethel. Ada is waiting.”

“I - I am sorry.” You whisper, ashamed. “I do not know what that means, mother never taught me much elvish. I cannot. I do not know how to do this; I’m sorry.” You rush out, stepping backwards.

Too late you realize that the brickwork had deteriorated at the edge and you feel your foot slip.

Four quick hands reach out to steady you before lacing their fingers though yours, pulling you back onto the path.

“Sister,” says Elrohir. “It means sister.”

#want more of the elrondian siblings dynamic #elrondian children #peredhel family #peripheral elrond #peredhel babie #can’t stop thinking about dadrond and peredhel sibling dynamics #gn reader #it’s really only fem reader because I wanted to give Arwen a sister even though she’s not in this one #Iykyk about blue hydrangeas #elrohir #Elladan cameo #Celebrían would want them to be kind at the very least #family feels #family fluff #peredhel family fluff

[noelle-holi-gay]

i just. finished reading the last chapter of dream come true and like. god. theres a lot to unpack.

first off i was always a krerdly believer for the series. ever since we saw berdly being a fucking disaster and ask everyone but kris out i was cheering for him to ask out kris. and oh boy you fucking did it. you actually fucking did it im so happy and grinning like an idiot even though berdly asking kris out actually made me die of secondhand embarrassment. the little cringefail gamers going together. what a dream. also kris in a dress supremacy lets fucking go im bad at visualizing stuff in my head but they mustve looked so gender and i am envious.

also a mini fangame thing for the actual epilogue????? oh my god im actually gonna explode. like actually so so so so excited for it.

and finally. i just. want to express my disbelief at how its finally ending. i remember meticulously going through the deltarune tag because i just got sucked back in and i wasn't there for the initial chapter one release of deltarune so i wanted all the content i could get my hands on. and of course there were already some chapter 2 stuff in there, and i saw dare to dream, and thought "oh, that's a nice suselle fic, i'll go check it out" and i fell in love with it. just good pining and fluff, with a little bit of worry about carol in the last chapter but like. ok. and you uploaded a sequel and i was ecstatic and you kept writing. and writing. and writing until eventually we're waist deep into your own headcanon lore with whole new characters and dark worlds and it was just. amazing. actually one of my favorite fic series i've ever read, deltarune or otherwise. every chapter you put out somehow outdid the last and its been such a joy eagerly awaiting the next update and godddddd i cant believe it's finally over.

thank you so much for it all. i genuinely cannot express enough how much dare to dream means to me. the hit of serotonin every time i get the little notification in my emails. me actually having to stop in the middle of reading chapters and walking all over the room. rolling and squealing and flailing in my bed at fuck o clock in the morning. trying to guess what happens in the new chapter and searching through my playlists for mood appropriate music to read to and then changing it when the epic battle turns into a reunion and then lore exposition. its been such a wonderful ride and im looking forward to the epilogue and your future works as well because whatever you decide to put out next, im sure it's gonna be a great one.

im gonna CRY!!! im gonna CRY!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words, and thank you so much for sticking with the fic this long. God, I was already pretty emotional just posting that chapter, and then all of you fuckers have been so goddamn NICE! I'm scheduling this for tomorrow because of the spoilers, but as of time of writing, I haven't even read through all the comments yet, and i just KNOW its gonna fucking destroy me

Anyway. Yeah the Krerdly thing was a looooong game and im so glad I got to pay it off like this here lmaooo

#answers #dct spoilers

[puppiesandnightlock]

SING 2 INCORRECT QUOTES I HAVE A GOOGLE DOC FULL OF PT1

Your prompt: 

Meena: Hewwo. 

Porsha: Hihiiiiii! 

Ash: Greetings, Humans. 

Ryan: Three kinds of people. 

Ash: I want pudding. 

Johnny: Four kinds of people. 

Nooshy: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS? 

Ryan: Five kinds of people.

(My favorite lmao)

Your prompt: 

*The squad is over at Nooshy's house*

Johnny: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?

Nooshy: ... N-No...

Nooshy, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Johnny, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought!

Ash: I see a-

Nooshy, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Johnny: Oh, well I-

Nooshy: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Nooshy, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Meena: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Porsha: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Nooshy: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin!

Nooshy: I am someone who owns four ovens...

Nooshy, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS...

Nooshy: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...

Ryan, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!

Nooshy:

Johnny: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Nooshy:

Nooshy, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

Your prompt: 

Nooshy: Is something burning?

Johnny: Just my love for you.

Nooshy: Johnny, the toaster is on fire.

Your prompt: 

Nooshy: *Accidentally hits Johnny in the face*

Nooshy: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Nooshy: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Johnny: What’s wrong with you?! 

Your prompt: 

Nooshy: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Johnny: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Nooshy: No! Four to five seconds!

Johnny: Too late!!!

Your prompt: 

Nooshy: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Johnny: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

Your prompt: 

Nooshy: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao 

Johnny: What did you do op? 

Nooshy: A MISTAKE

Your prompt: 

Nooshy: Am I in trouble?

Johnny: Take a guess.

Nooshy: No?

Johnny: Take another guess.

Your prompt: 

Nooshy: A theif. 

Johnny: Thief? 

Nooshy: Theif. 

Johnny: I before E, except after C. 

Nooshy: Thceif. 

Nooshy: No.

Your prompt: 

Nooshy: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It?

Johnny: Stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!!

Nooshy: Yknow what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration

Your prompt: 

Nooshy: It’s dark in here

Johnny: Don’t worry dude I got this

Johnny: *Stomps their feet*

Johnny: *Skechers light up*

Your prompt: 

*Nooshy and Johnny are doing something absurdly dangerous*

Nooshy: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!

Johnny, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

#Nooshy x johnny #sing 2 #nooshy #sing #sing nooshy #johnny x nooshy #sing 2021 #johnny sing #porsha crystal #sing porsha #sing meena #sing ash #ash sing #ryan sing #sing ryan #incorrect quotes #lmao #idk #lol