#thankfully i was able to salvage most of it

[the-shy-artisan]

they should make wrapping with a cat an extreme sport

#paige chatter #wrapping bday presents and maizie just about destroyed half a roll of wrapping paper #i could kill her lmao #thankfully i was able to salvage most of it #every time i get on the floor; whether to wrap gifts or fold laundry; she thinks i'm playing lol

[ozziesdisco]

god why must you throw all the miseries at me at midnight

#my vim leaked all over my kettle #i had to wipe all that shit with tissue paper till now #it gets everywhere #thankfully i was able to salvage most of the vim #g's college misadventures

[byuntrash101]

dirty laundry & wet dreams

reader x perv!han smut | mdni 2.4k jisung has a big fat crush on you and the only way he can cope with his feeings is to jack off to the thought of you with the clothes he's stolen nsfw tags under the cut

perv!jisung, roommates AU, somnophilia (that means non con), bodywhorship (f), panty snifffer!han, scent kink, jisung is just obssesed with you tbh, jisung takes pictures of you while you sleep, getting caught kink, groping, masturbation (m), oral (f), squirting, cum eating

a/n: i have been thinking about this for a long a time. thank you everyone that voted for han i think the perv thing suits him he just extra pervy and we love to see it <3 also dont mind me being obsessed with his hair (im fine) (no im not)

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Jisung sighed in frustration again. Still nothing! He’s been salvaging your laundry basket for this past week and there’s nothing he’s interested in. 

He settled for your dirty gym tank top and stuffed it in his pocket before leaving the shared bathroom and heading to his room.

You see, Jisung has had a silly little crush on you for a year now and that’s the only way he knows that helps him cope. That way he can act normal to you during the day, doing standard roommate stuff, like sharing a meal or watching anime together on your tiny laptop screen set on the coffee table in your student flat.

That way he can do all these without catching his eyes plunging into your cleavage showing every time you bent down a little to scoop food into your mouth. Or he can keep his hands to himself when you're sitting so close to him in the small couch, when your beautiful thighs are pressed to his own and he feels this rush through his body, grabbing a cushion to hide away the growing problem in his groin. His thumb lightly brushing over it under the cushion as he laughs at the show and comments casually on it with you. As if it’s nothing. 

Because he knows at night he’ll swipe your PJ's and press them to his face as if he was ready to absorb them through his nostrils. Snort your scent like a drug and let it take him to ecstasy, his mind traveling to a place where you are his, where he can smell and taste you. where he can feel your heated lips on his, where he can hear your blazing skin clashing against his, where he can feel how tight you are, how wet you are just for him, trembling, shaking, moaning for him.

But tonight it doesn't work. He took the sport top off his face out of frustration. He stayed there immobile laid on his bed as the heavy and hot  summer air engulfed itself through his cracked window. 

The smell doesn't do it for him… Of course it’s nice, it smells like you! But it also smelled like perfume and deodorant… that he didn’t like he liked your true smell, like nature intended it! To him you didn't need these artifices, your most natural self was perfect.

That’s why he would always steal your PJ’s because usually you hop in the shower at night then hop into your night clothes and spend the night in them, beautifully infusing them with your divine scent and refined flavour and Jisung would steal them in the morning to soil them at night. That was his perfect routine. He doesn't know why you’re keeping your dirty PJ’s in your room now, not putting them in the basket every morning like you used to. 

But tonight he decides it’s too much, it’s been weeks he hasn’t been able to take a good whiff of your scent and he decides he’s just going to get the clothes directly from your bedroom. Before he has the chance to chicken out he slips on his shorts back and heads to your room.

He almost levitates in the hall. He feels a light warm breeze on his bare chest as he tiptoes to your room. 

Thankfully your door is pressed shut not locked he doesn't even have to push on the creaking handle just lightly push in the door. But his heart stops when he spots you.

You are sound asleep, the city lights seeping from your open window, the light summer wind gently blowing on your heated and soft skin. Your breath quietly whistles as the air slither in and out of your lips between your teeth. Your hair beautifully spilled onto the pillow. You are absolutely breathtaking and also completely nude.

Jisung hears his heart beat in his ears, the accelerated blood flow drilling in his eardrums, making his chest heave up and down silently, sucking in one shaky breath after the other.

He only wanted to swipe a top and maybe a pair of panties from you he never ever even dared to hope to find you like this. Spread on your bed in all your glory. Never has he had the privilege to have such a view so he admired your body for long seconds, without a care for the discarded PJ’s next to your bed. Those were the last things on Jisung’s mind right now. 

He was only obsessed with you, with the way you breathed so calmly, with the way the light breeze made your perfect nipples harden, with the way your heavenly face seemed so peaceful, so tranquil with both your arms resting beside it as you laid on your back, your breast lightly spilling to your sides. Your beautiful legs extended in front of you. You looked fabricated, too perfect to be earthly. A piece of art, a masterpiece, a perfection only achievable by God themselves. 

Jisung swallowed thickly as he velvet traded to your bedside, entranced by your form. His eyes trailed down from your neck to your breasts to your stomach and even lower. What he wouldn’t give for you to spread your legs. Just a little so he could have a small peak at the object of his every thought. The secret and mysterious wonder he has been only able to imagine for this past year. If only you could just move, just a little bit.

Squeeeeek

One of the boards of the wooden floor creaked as Jisung stepped on it. He froze in his tracks, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows knitting on his forehead. He stayed completely still and held his breath, his eyes instantly snapping back to your face. And he prayed, he prayed so piously in silence that you wouldn’t wake up to see him hunched over you like a creep.

And his prayers were answered. You didn’t wake up, instead you just lightly squirmed and parted your thighs.

Jisung’s jaw dropped to the floor as his eyes fell lower on your frame again, only this time it was right on your center. The brunette couldn’t believe his eyes he couldn’t process. You were absolutely beautiful. Every inch of you, from head to toe, was perfection and he couldn’t help but to stare you down right between the legs. 

But the uncomfortable feeling of his shorts restricting his hard on brought him back. There was no way he could just swipe the PJ’s now and go back. He couldn’t do it, whatever it was that he was trying to do in his room and failing miserably he had to do right here, right now. Why would he go back and imagine you when he could simply look at you?

With a shaky breath and trembling hands he whipped his painfully hard cock out. He didn’t even bother tugging down the shorts, only passing the member through one of the legs of the shorts. 

He grabbed his dick at the base firmly and slowly pulled his closed fist up to his tip, pressing the precum out of the slit.

Fuckkkk

He wanted to say this outloud but he possibly couldn’t. He couldn't risk waking you up.

A large bead of precum rolled out of his slit and down his shaft which he caught between his fingers, picking up the pace.

He wanted to go slower; he wanted to take his time looking at you and milking himself for you. But he couldn’t. He was too riled up, looking at you peacefully sleeping, unsuspecting of what he was doing right over you. The adrenaline pumped through his veins as his fist did around his hard cock. 

Jisung accelerated again, eyebrows meeting on his forehead as he felt himself inching closer to his release, he let out a barely audible grunt and immediately his eyes snapped up to your face which was still tranquil. He didn’t stop jacking himself off, soon the slick noises of his precum coated dick erupted but he couldn’t stop and you were so profoundly asleep that you seem like you didn’t notice the agitation around you.

Jisung felt himself twitch in his hand; he was so close. So close for you. 

Y/n, I’m cumming for you

Jisung screamed in his mind only moments before he crossed the edge, his upper body shuddering from ecstasy as he tensed his thighs, big spurts of thick white cum squirting from his pulsing and throbbing cock as he let his jaw hang loose. Thick ropes of hot cum crashing all over your stomach, thighs and even between your parted legs lazily dripping over your folds.

He was so entranced by your nude body layed and spreaded out for him to see that he didn’t think about the mess he would create if he let himself go right here but it was too late now and the mess was done. 

He fished out his phone from the pocket of his shorts. If he was already deep in it he might as well take a souvenir. He checked approximately two hundred times that his phone was on mute and that he didn’t have the flash on before snapping a few pictures of this breathtaking scene. Your body as his canvas and his warm cum as the art. 

Jisung started to panic when you started to squirm again, stuffing the phone back in his pocket, he looked over the room in a hurry maybe hoping to find a rag of sorts but there was nothing and he just stood there with his lip between his teeth once again praying that he didn't wake you. But fortunately you settled down again.

So that's when he had the craziest but possibly most brilliant idea he’s ever had. The only way to thoroughly leave your room without leaving clues was to eat his own cum off you. 

He thought about it for a second. If he used one of your clothes hanging on your chair, you would certainly notice the white stains later when you were going to do your laundry. If he took back the piece of clothing and washed it himself you would also notice your shirt disappear and magically reappear clean and folded…

So with this reasoning he kneeled on the floor at the edge of the bed and stuck his tongue out, inching closer to your stomach. He laid his tongue flat and swiped it across your burning skin, he scooped the thick and sticky cum right into his mouth. The strong bitter and salty taste took over his tastebuds. He then went down to clean his mess on your thighs and finally to your center.

He swiped his tongue across your folds. Much to his surprise -and contentment- he tasted something else blending with his own taste. 

You.

He looked back for a second to notice the slight glimmering of your slick barely peaking between your folds. Jisung couldn't hold back from bringing his nose to your center, taking a big whiff of you. 

So that’s what sex with you would smell like. He carefully licked again. That's how it would taste like. Both of your flavours and scents beautifully mixing to result in this intoxicating cocktail that was making Jisung’s head spin.

The addicting flavour spread through his mind like wildfire setting his soul ablaze. He licked again, this time a little less gentle and right on your clit.

And he froze when you let out a barely audible, very quiet little moan. Jisung felt his skin crawl back onto his flesh, the hairs of his forearms standing. He looked at you again, you were still sound asleep.

Was it possible that somehow you were feeling him between your thighs while you were still dreaming. Jisung didn’t know. The only thing that was certain to him was that he needed more of you. He licked again and he was rewarded by another moan followed by the brief mention of a word. A word he heard a thousand times hanging from your sweet lips. A word so mundanely banal. His name.

His name slipped out of your pretty mouth to crash onto him, hitting him right in the chest. His name said so perfectly.

“Jisung…aaah” you moaned softly, almost whimpering.

He froze again and carefully peeled his eyes off your center to look at your face. But you appeared to be still sleeping. So it meant you were dreaming of him. Your body felt good and your mind chose him to explain this feeling. 

He couldn’t take it anymore he started to swirl his tongue around your clit. Everything was just too much. Your divine nude form layed on the bed, your smell, your taste and now your voice moaning his name.

Jisung didn't want this to ever stop. He started to move his tongue rapidly around your now swollen little bundle of nerves as he jerked off his cock again with both his hands. Rutting inside his fists like a street dog in heat as he feasted on your taste, lapping at your entrance and plunging his tongue inside of you to swipe his tongue back up to your swollen clit, sucking around the erected nub until you were breathless, pearls of sweat rolling on your forehead. 

Jisung felt you throb on his tongue and suddenly your body tenses up, your head thrown back and you squirted all over his open and welcoming mouth. He relished on your cum, swallowing your release in big gulps as he made himself cum again with you, careful to only spill his seed in his hand this time around. Mind numbing euphoria coursing through his body from his lower stomach. He gently guided you through your orgasm, softly lapping at your throbbing clit until your body went limp.

***

Jisung started eating breakfast before you this morning. He couldn't help but smirk when you emerged from the hall with small groggy eyes.

“Hey sleepy head!” he greeted you with this signature adorable smile, his fluffy cheeks rising like bread dough. You responded by a sleepy groan.

“Actually I think I dreamt of you” You frowned trying to recall the blurry memories of the dream…

Jisung’s wholesome smile turned into a sly smirk as he attempted to hide it in his cereal bowl.

“Oh really?”

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a/n: sooo how was it????? did you like it??? my first han fic and it broke me tbh. like im sucker for perv han i just love him okay? this blog is the official perv han lover support group <3

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[hyggetrait]

hi there,

I’m glad you’ve stopped by to read this little note. I have quite a few updates to share. some good, some not so good. but short summary is, I’m happy, healthy, and building! This is a little long, so I apologize. I’ve tried to organize my thoughts as best as I could below.

First, thank you

I’m still flabbergasted that over 3000 of you have pressed that follow button. even crazier when I think about the fact that I’ve only posted less than 50 posts. I feel like I’ve gotten the better end of that deal but I promise to be more present. thank you for following me despite my lack of uploads, thank you for liking, reposting, commenting, and just being so kind. you’re all such a wonderful supportive community.

happy life update

Earlier this year my company downsized significantly and many near and dear people to me were let go. on top of that, a lot of work was piled on to me, so I had to prioritize offline life for a bit. the good thing is, after a crazy couple of months I was able to take time off for some much needed r&r, and as part of that break, I got to go to France to visit some family, enjoy some good food and sip on some delicious wine. but most importantly, i made some wonderful memories with my now fiancé! (surprise!) I’m still letting all soak in but we’re so happy for what the future holds.

now with the personal update out of the way, onto the sims ;

gameplay

I’m so sad to share that the save file with all of my wip was corrupted. thankfully I was able to salvage some builds because I saved to my gallery, but others are forever gone. sadly, the house I built for my growing together family and my tartosa town were collateral. I have an earlier iteration saved of the tartosa town but a lot of my progress is lost. I’m still heartbroken as I had worked so hard on them both, but I promise when inspiration strikes again I’ll try to complete the tartosa town.

the good news is, I’ve started building again. smaller lots these times and boy am I grateful for that. I even started a new house for my growing together household. I have one build I’ll be sharing in the coming days and two more that are nearly done. they are all in brindleton bay, inspired by nantucket and cape cod. think of it as a mini series if you will. I can’t wait to share more!

tray files and downloads

a lot of people have been asking for a while for my tray files. I apologize for the long wait, but I’m finally working on it and I’ll be setting up a free patreon for you guys to easily download!

and that’s all. I’m working on some new formatting/graphics for my future posts, it might change a few times while I figure it out but I hope it’s worth it. Thank you for sticking around, for reading my little note, and for supporting my creations!

see you soon,

nicole 💕

#simblr #ht: little notes #updates #I’m sorry it’s so long

[rinixo]

pendulum

Tech/Reader | 5.2k | Rated E | afab reader, smut, virgin!reader, inexperienced reader, sex pollen, oral sex, experienced Tech, Tech with dom tendencies, Tech is a tease, mention of illness, mention of needles

While scavenging a (mostly) abandoned science facility, you are dosed with a mysterious substance. Tech offers assistance.

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You had yet to have a mission with (the former) Clone Force 99 that didn’t end up going sideways, and it was getting to the point you wondered if the galaxy had something out for you.

When you were first introduced to the team of ex-troopers on Ord Mantell you didn’t expect you’d be seeing much of them after that. You did the odd job for Cid now and again - being a war refugee wasn’t the most stable of lifestyles - and every time you showed up at least one of them was parked in the parlor. After a while, you had begun to join them on select jobs and had gotten to know them fairly well - especially since every one of the missions ended up with someone hurt, kidnapped, or, as in this case, dosed with an experimental drug.

“All clear,” a modulated voice confirmed from ahead of you. Rubbing your arm where the crazy scientist had managed to jab you, you joined Tech in the doorway of an empty storeroom. You and he had been separated from the rest of the crew and were currently wandering around the lower levels of the science facility you had been sent to salvage. The power was out from a large overload, trapping you in the dark labyrinth for the time being.

“Let’s rest here,” Tech decided, pulling off his helmet and setting it on a crate. “I’ll try to make contact with the Marauder.”

“All right.” You walked over to a crate opposite the one he was leaning against, hopping up on it with a grunt. Pulling down your sleeve, you tried to get a good look at where you had been jabbed with the syringe.

Cid had promised that the place was abandoned, which turned out to be extremely untrue. Some unhinged scientists had stuck around, and when you had stumbled on one in what was supposed to be an empty laboratory you had ended up in a scuffle. Thankfully Tech was right behind you and quickly neutralized your assailant, but not before a needle was slammed into the flesh of your upper arm.

It seemed to be ok, you decided. You’d probably end up with a bruise, but other than a dull throb there didn’t seem to be much damage.

“How is it?” Tech questioned, not looking up from his datapad. At first, you had freaked out, thinking you had been poisoned, but a calm analysis by your quick-witted companion had been able to confirm that whatever it was in the syringe wasn’t going to kill you. It was still unclear what exactly it was, but you had relaxed a bit knowing that you weren’t going to keel over, foaming at the mouth.

“It’s fine, I think,” you answered. “A little sore.”

“Mmm,” was his simple response. You didn’t mind - in fact, you had become quite fond of Tech’s particularly blunt way of addressing things. He didn’t mince words and got straight to the point, something you appreciated after years of dealing with pirates and scavengers and countless others who survived by deceiving others. It was a refreshing change of pace, working with someone whom you could trust.

“Any luck?” You inquired, tilting your head at the device in Tech’s hands. He sighed and set it off to the side.

“Unfortunately not,” he said. “Whatever EMP pulse it was that shook this place and got us separated from the others also fried my datapad, and I don’t have the necessary tools to repair it.”

You raised a brow. “Really? Nothing in all those pockets of yours?”

“No,” Tech pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not this time. An oversight on my end.”

Looking around, you rummaged through some of the crates and discovered a store of medical linens. Divvying them up, you settled against the crate with an exhausted sigh.

“Might as well bunker down then,” you said. “It’s been a long day.”

“Indeed,” Tech concurred.

—

Several boring hours later, the two of you sat side by side against a crate, finishing off some rations.

“So what do you think these guys were doing here?” You queried, wiping crumbs off your hands.

Tech cleared his throat, launching into a hypothesis. “From what info I was able to collect, it seemed they were working on biological warfare agents. Enhancing illicit substances, things like that. A lucrative business.”

You frowned. “I’m not going to get the plague, am I?”

“No, I don’t believe so,” Tech affirmed. “The work being done here seemed to be more on the subtle side. Designed to impact smaller targets in specific ways.”

“Like what?” You were curious, and thankfully Tech liked to explain things as he expanded on his guesses.

“Mind-altering drugs that impair judgment, or create paranoia,” he listed. “Substances intended to embarrass or cause people to debase and humiliate themselves.”

“Sounds like you have firsthand experience.”

He glanced at you. “There was an interesting situation where were evacuating a senator from a separatist prison. She had been injected with a drug that caused her to exhibit fewer inhibitions when it came to soliciting others. It was quite the struggle to let her down, due to her impaired state of mind.”

“She propositioned you?” You asked incredulously.

“Yes. Rather forcefully,” Tech mused. “I had to restrain her, in the end.” He let out of huff of amusement at the memory. “I have never preferred my sexual partners to be those in positions of power, much to her disappointment. It creates an inherent power imbalance that I am not particularly interested in.”

You gaped, mouth open lamely. That was not the way you had expected that story to end. Tech had always come off as someone who would be uninterested in such frank expectations around sex.

“You look surprised,” Tech observed, and you sputtered.

“No, it’s just - I just thought that-“ you trailed off, realizing you were only digging yourself deeper into a hole of embarrassment.

“You thought that out of my brothers, I was the least likely to have experience with sexual intercourse,” Tech stated matter-of-factly. He had a way of saying things so casually in situations others would be uncomfortable in, and this seemed to be another one of those.

“I - yeah,” you admitted. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed something like that. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Shrugging, Tech looked back down at his dead datapad, fiddling with some wires.

“It is a logical conclusion,” he remarked. “I am aware that my attributes do not lead one to associate me with sexual situations.”

You frowned. Was he calling himself unattractive?

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” you countered. “I- you’re very handsome, Tech.” You flushed at your admission, wondering if you were overstepping.

He tilted his head towards you again, one brow raising in question. “I am a clone. We vary little in our appearances.”

“I’m serious,” you huffed, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “Sure, clones are clones, but you and your brothers look quite a bit different from your average trooper. And not in a bad way.”

He held your gaze for a breath longer than necessary before returning it to the device in his lap. “Thank you,” he acknowledged, after a brief silence.

Thankful that your conversation had relaxed, you leaned against the crate and stared up at the ceiling, lit dimly by a flickering inset light.

A dull throb of discomfort made you wince. Pressure was starting to build behind your eyes, like a headache. “I think I’m going to try to sleep,” you decided, and went to the corner where you had set up a makeshift bed.

Tech just nodded and re-focused back on the datapad. Rolling onto your side, you closed your eyes and tried to will yourself asleep.

You woke a while later, what little sleep you had experienced restless and uncomfortable. Sweat made your thin shirt cling to your shoulders and chest, and your mouth was drier than Tatooine.

Looking around for your canteen, you hastily downed what water was left in it. It wasn’t enough, but it helped a bit. Your head hurt, your blood felt like it was on fire, and there was an ache between your legs that hadn’t been there a few hours ago.

“Ah. You’re awake,” Tech’s voice chirped from the doorway. He stepped inside and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. “I was expecting you to still be out.”

“Can’t sleep,” you rasped. “I think whatever that scientist injected is starting to kick in.” You rubbed your eyes and glanced up at your companion.

“Hmm.” Stepping forward, Tech took your chin in hand and tilted your head to the side. “What kinds of symptoms are you experiencing?”

“I’m burning up,” you mumbled miserably. “My head hurts, and -“ you trailed off, feeling shy once again. You were not about to admit to Tech that you were starting to feel incredibly aroused.

“And?” Tech prodded.

“Nothing,” you deflected. “That’s all.”

Another brow raise, and you suspected he could tell you were not being honest. Thankfully, he didn’t push the subject, and let go of your chin before wandering back over to his own bedroll.

“I was able to make contact with the others. They had to flee, but will be back here in a few hours,” he said, sitting against the wall. “We can get you medical assistance and investigate the purpose of the drug once it does.”

You nodded, throat too dry to respond. Noticing you shaking your now empty canteen, Tech tossed you his. You downed it in one go, mumbling thanks.

“I’m gonna…try to get some more sleep,” you rasped. Though you doubted it would work, you figured trying to sleep until the rest of the crew arrived might alleviate some of the discomfort coursing through your body.

“Do not hesitate to tell me if your symptoms worsen,” Tech directed, and you sighed and laid back down.

The fire burning under your skin only increased as time went on. You curled up on your side, trying not to whimper or give in to the urge to stick your hands down your pants. Tech wandered in and out of the room, no doubt looking for something to keep his busy mind occupied. Part of you longed to call out to him, beg him to help you alleviate the ache of emptiness in your cunt, but you stilled your tongue and tried to tough it out.

Finally, after a particularly harsh pulse of need, you sat up and leaned against the crate. You pulled up the back of your shirt, pressing it against the cool metal in an attempt to find some comfort from your burning flesh, but it did little to help.

“You have gotten worse,” Tech chimed from across from you. He peered at you intensely, and you wondered how long he had been watching you. You noticed he had stripped out of his armor and was just in his underlayers. “I suspect you are in significant discomfort.”

“Yeah,” you conceded. “It’s making me feel-“ you trailed off, wondering how to explain it to him.

“Your body has increased in temperature and levels of sexual hormones,” Tech stated bluntly. You gaped at him, surprised he had figured it out. Had you been that obvious?

“How did you know?” You asked.

“When I ran a diagnostic when you were injected I got several hits related to amatory agents. It did not seem pertinent to mention at the time,” he explained. “I did not want to make you uncomfortable. Topics of a sexual nature are usually quite private for most.” “I think we’re past that,” you croaked.

“Agreed.” With a low grunt, he hopped off the crate he was sitting on.

“Perhaps I may assist,” Tech offered. He stood straighter, hands once again clasped behind his back.

You choked out a laugh. “What, put me out of my misery?”

You caught a glimpse of the faintest movement of his lips into a smirk at your jest before it disappeared. “In a way,” he mused.

“I do have limited knowledge of aphrodisiac and libido-enhancing stimulants. I suspect that is what you were injected with, based on your symptoms.” He pushed up his goggles, listing them off. “Increased rate of respiration, dilated pupils, sensitivity in erogenous zones-“

“Ok,” you cut him off, feeling even more flushed at his frank descriptions of your current predicament. “Aphrodisiac, I got it. How are you going to help?”

“I could stimulate you in an attempt to relieve the symptoms,” he continued. “In many cases, these kinds of toxins can be flushed out of the system more rapidly by engaging in amatory expression.”

You blinked up at him - on a good day Tech’s scholarly explanations sometimes flew over your head, but this was a whole new kind of confusion.

“I must be losing my mind,” you rambled. “Because it sounds like you’re offering to fuck this out of my system.“

“That is precisely what I am offering,” Tech confirmed. “In less technical phrasing.”

You chewed over your options. None of them were particularly favorable. You could either lay there in continued misery until the rest of the crew arrived, or sleep with Tech.

In a normal situation, the second option wouldn’t seem so daunting, but you had never slept with anyone before. You had fled your planet at a young age and since then had never been in a place where that kind of experience was feasible. Did you really want this to be your first time - in a dusty storeroom, with someone who was only doing it out of medical need?

A particularly painful pulse to your groin answered for you. Standing with a groan, you looked up at Tech who was patiently waiting for your answer. “I-we can try,” you decided.

Nodding, Tech stepped towards you. Your heart, already thrumming, increased in its tempo as his much taller form closed in. Your breath came out in rapid pulses as he leaned his head down towards yours, his eyes focused intently on your face.

You started to feel overwhelmed. “W-wait,” you pushed on his shoulders, stepping backward away from him. “Hold on, I-“ You wrapped your arms around your chest, creating a barrier.

Tech immediately drew away, tilting his head. “You are nervous,” he observed “Understandable. I will leave if you have changed your mind-“

“No,” you shook your head. “No, I’ve just…I’ve never done anything like this before,” you confessed, staring intently at the ground.

A beat of silence. “Ah. You are a virgin,” Tech replied simply. “Surprising.”

You frowned, looking back up at him. “What?”

“You are a young woman with features many people consider attractive,” he elaborated. “It stands to reason that you would have had those who would have desired you sexually.”

Mind racing - did he just call you attractive? - you shook your head. “No. It just…never felt right. Comfortable,” you faltered.

Tech nodded, rubbing his chin in thought. “That is not unusual,” he affirmed. "Or unwise. Many people experience dissatisfaction stemming from unsuitable sexual partners.”

“I’m a little out of my element,” you muttered. “I don’t know what to do.”

There was a gleam of something unreadable in Tech’s gaze, and he leaned forward. You breathed out, eyes wide and body frozen. He hovered over you again, your back pressed up against the crate and neck craning to look up at him.

“That is quite all right,” he assured, taking your chin in his hand again. “I do.”

With that, he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, and exploratory, sending shivers up your spine. You shuddered against him, and he took that as an affirmation to press against you more firmly.

Relaxing your body, you allowed Tech to move closer, legs spreading to allow him to slot himself against your trembling form. Your hands came up to grasp at his firm biceps as he pulled away from your mouth. You panted, eyes fixed on his slightly swollen lips.

“I want you to tell me if you are uncomfortable at any point,” he instructed lowly. “Due to your enhanced state you may not feel the usual discomfort, but seeing as you have never done this before, there is still the chance you may-“

“Tech,” you pleaded, interrupting him. His touch had ignited something inside of you, and you pressed up against him. You knew that when this was over you would be grateful for his concern, but right now you just wanted him to kiss you again.

“Please,” you whispered, and you saw his throat bob as he swallowed roughly. You wondered how you looked in his eyes - flushed, aroused, body fervently pleading for his. Did he like it? Or was this just clinical for him? Your lust-addled mind wanted him to like it. You wanted him to like you.

Clearing his throat, Tech leaned back down. This time you met his mouth with your own, sighing at the way he licked your lips before his tongue slid over yours. He pulled back, and your whine at the loss turned into another sigh as he kissed from your jaw, down your arched neck to your collarbone. Grasping the hem of your shirt, he pulled it off your damp skin and let out the smallest of exhales at the sight of your bare chest.

“Brilliant,” he mumbled. With impressive strength, he grasped your hips and sat you up on the crate so that your chest was level with his head. Dipping his head down again, he placed more soft, open kisses on your skin. One of your hands went from his arm to his head as his clever tongue lathed over the peak of one breast - the sensation made you gasp, shocks of pleasure cascading down to your slick cunt.

“Sensitive,” Tech noted, voice husked as he moved from one peaked nipple to the other. “A result of the drug, perhaps?” His teeth pulled on your nipple, gentle yet firm, and you arched into it. “Or maybe you’re always like this.”

“D-don’t know,” you stuttered. “You’re the first one to d-do this…”

A pleased hum, and Tech looks up at you. “Fascinating,” he husked. You wondered if he liked that - being the first man to touch you, kiss you, see you bare in this way. It would certainly fit with his curious nature.

He trails his mouth down your body, lips ghosting over your soft flesh. He comes to the top of your leggings and leans back. Taking them in his hands, he begins to pull them down your thighs, your hips lifting to assist.

“Have you never experienced any kind of sexual contact, or just not penetrative sex?” He inquired, slipping your drenched panties down your legs as well.

“Nothing,” you mumbled. “Just…just myself.” You had explored your own body a few times, but a lack of experience and motivation had never brought you any kind of significant relief.

“Nothing,” he repeats, and pushes your shoulders gently so that you are laying back on top of the crate, your hips pulled to the edge. Tech kneels, and you prop yourself up nervously, realizing what he was intending to do.

“I- I think I’m pretty ready,” you squeak. “You don’t have to do that-“ You trail off as he flicks his eyes from the apex of your thighs to your face. He lifts his goggles off, placing them down neatly at your side.

“This is your first time,” Tech’s gaze is firm, determined. “I would be remiss if I did not give you the experience you deserve.” His hands come to spread your thighs, and even through the fog of your lust, you burn at the thought of him staring at your glistening folds. One of his hands moves from your thigh, and he runs two fingers over your cunt, pressing at the swollen, sensitive flesh. You let out a moan as he repeats the motion, applying pressure on your clit with his knuckles.

He settles his face between your legs comfortably, pulling one of your legs to the side and lifting the other to rest on his shoulder. With one last glance at your smoldering expression, he dips down and lathes his tongue from your leaking hole up over your clit.

You gasp, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. Every new sensation up to this point had been more pleasurable than the last, but this? The feeling of Tech’s tongue licking your cunt purposefully was nearly indescribable. It was more than just the physical sensation; it was also the visual of this man kneeling before you with his head between your thighs. Something about Tech had always seemed so untouchable, unattainable, yet here he was, mouthing against your cunt on a dusty floor.

“No need to silence yourself,” Tech chides, a frown on his brow. “There is no one around to overhear, and I would like verbal confirmation of your pleasure.”

“O-okay,” you breathe shakily, moving your hand from your mouth. Satisfied, Tech returns to his work dutifully.

You oblige his request with soft panting and gasps, and let your fingers run tentatively over his scalp. He hums in affirmation against you, making you twitch from the subtle vibration.

He focuses on your clit as something bright begins to spark inside of you. You know what an orgasm is - theoretically - and lay your head back down as Tech draws you closer. He alternates between kitten licks and sucking, and a tremble starts in your lower body. As it builds so does your anticipation. It’s almost overwhelming, and Tech notices you fighting it.

“Let it happen,” he soothes. “I’ve got you. You’ll feel better once you come.” More attention to your pulsing clit, and your leg begins to shake as your orgasm crests.

Your back arches stiffly, your mouth opening into a silent gasp. Tech holds you firm, licking and kissing your cunt all the way through it. Warmth, like liquid lightning, explodes from where his mouth meets your body, and for a moment you think you’ll never come down from it.

Eventually, you come to, leaning up back on your elbows as Tech stands. He wipes his chin with a thumb absently, and you stare at how his lips glisten with you.

“Was that your first orgasm?” Tech queries. You nod, still in a haze. He smirks ever so slightly, clearly pleased with himself.

“How do you feel?”

You frown, trying to think. Much of the burning sensation is gone, but there’s still an ache deep inside of you that has yet to be satisfied.

“Empty,” you decide, and Tech lets out another terse breath. You look down at his waist - he is stripped to just his blacks, and there is a prominent bulge pressing against the dark fabric.  Your mouth suddenly waters, and you lurch forward, startling Tech.

He stabilizes you with his hands on your shoulders. “Careful,” he warns.

“I want to make you feel good,” you insist. “Teach me how to touch you.”

His throat bobs again as he swallows roughly. “Another time,” he placates. “This time is about you.”

He slides his blacks down, revealing his cock, hard and throbbing. Your cunt pulses in anticipation. You’d never seen a man's penis outside of images on the ‘net, so you didn’t have a lot of references, but you were pretty sure he was more endowed than the average male. So much so that even through the insistence of the drug you were concerned if he would fit inside you.

Tech comes forward to kiss you again, pulling you towards him. Sliding his arms under your bare thighs, he pulls you off the crate and walks you over to where his bed linens are spread out. Breaking from your mouth, he lays you down, hovering over your body and slotting himself between your legs. He shuffles forward, groin meeting yours, and rubs the head of himself through your slick.

“Remember what I said,” he directs lowly, and you nod. Satisfied, he grasps your hips and positions his cock at your entrance.

You wince at the pressure and the push; not from pain, but from the experience of a new sensation. Even through the enhancement the drug has placed on your body, he stretches you, splits you. Your mind races, trying to find the words to describe how it feels to have his cock inside of you - full, big, deep - finally deciding that it just feels right.

A groan from above you snaps your focus back externally, and you look up at Tech’s face. His brow is furrowed, not unlike when he is focusing on a problem.

“Are you ok?” You whisper, and he nods, head dipping to see where he is feeding himself into you. He pushes forward, thrusting more of his cock into your body.

“Yes,” he breathes out. “You are very tight, even with the effects of the drug.”

Clocking your concerned expression, he dips his head down to capture your mouth in another kiss. “It is - you feel incredible,” he assures. “I’m going to move now.”

Tech starts out slow, the drag of his cock up and then down intended to get you acclimated. Your legs come up to hook over his hips, and you bite your lip at the way your body is dragged against his.

You sigh in pleasured satisfaction, eyes closing and body relaxing into the rough medical blankets. Above you, Tech watches the way your mouth opens and brings a hand up to caress your swollen bottom lip.

“How does it feel?” Tell me,” he requests. Your brow furrows as you try to find the words, and he urges you on with another purposeful thrust.

“Good,” you cry. “Stars, Tech- it’s so good.” You roll your hips up to meet his, body purring with gratification at the strained breath it draws from him.

“What feels good?” He prods. His hips circle, and you choke at how he seems to know exactly where you need him inside of you.

“Your cock. S’big. Filling me up,” you mewl. “I l-like it, Tech.”

“Good girl,” he breathes out, and you clench at the praise. His pace quickens, and you know that you’ll feel the ache of him inside you for days after this.

You feel an orgasm building once more, though this time it is sparking from deeper inside of you. There’s a particular spot inside of your cunt that his cock rams against over and over, precise and intentional. One of his hands comes down to press softly against your swollen clit, and you let out a squeak at the sensation. You try to fight down your release, wanting to drag this out as long as you can.

“I…am not going to last much longer,” Tech professes, voice tense. You let out a low wail. “Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside me,” you beg instantly. “Come in me Tech, please. I need it.” It isn’t an exaggeration - your nerves scream for him to spill his seed inside of you, to satisfy the fire under your skin. It’s what you need to relieve the ache that has been building for hours.

“P-persuasive,” he chokes, gripping your hips and fucking himself into you harder. “If you insist-“

Your legs, hooked over his thin waist, tighten their grip around him. You cease fighting your impending release, enjoying the way your cunt flutters around Tech’s iron-hard cock. He is enjoying it as well if the way his mouth opens in a low gasp is any indication.

“T-tech,” you rasp, and his gaze snaps to your face. A firm hand grasps your chin, and he leans forward, his chest pressing against your own heaving form.

“Look at me when you come,” he demands, and you do your best to do what he says, Your orgasm rolls over you, and you blink away tears of pleasure as he rocks you through it.

His own finish comes during yours, the way your cunt clenches around him wringing from him the orgasm you need him to have. It’s a sight - the normally so put-together man burying his face into the side of your neck to muffle the sound of his pleasure into your sweat-slicked skin. His hips slow their pace as he pulses his release inside of you, giving in to your request for him to finish inside of your desperate cunt.

It takes a moment for both of you to steady your breathing. You throw an arm over your eyes, relief pouring through your body. It feels like dipping into a cold pool of water on a hot day, body returning to a state of equilibrium.

Lifting himself off you slowly, Tech pulls himself out of you at the same time. Your tongue darts out with a gasp at the sensation of something thick leaking out of your still-fluttering cunt. You hear him let out a satisfied noise at the sight, tucking himself back into his underlayers.

“Are you all right?” He questions softly, and you peek out from under your arm to nod.

“Yes,” you shiver. “T-thanks. I feel much better.”

Nodding, Tech leans against the crate, letting out a sigh. “I am…glad to hear it.”

Now that the drug has been placated, your senses returning to normal, you start to feel awkward. Following his lead, you gather your clothes and slip them on quietly, leaning up against the crate next to him. You pull your knees up to your chest and lay your chin on top, wondering if you should say something.

“You are thinking very loudly,” Tech comments, and you flick your eyes at him. His head leans against the crate, turned slightly to pierce you knowingly.

“Is mind reading another one of your enhancements?” You mumble, and he gives you a soft smile.

“No, though that would come in handy at times,” he reckons. “I just mean that you should not feel embarrassed at what has just transpired between us, though it is natural for one to experience those kinds of feeling after their first sexual encounter-“

“Easier said than done,” you challenged half-heartedly. “But thanks. I’m…grateful that you were here.”

“Was it satisfactory?” Tech inquired, and you let out a short laugh.

“Well it’s not like I have a wide frame of reference - but yes,” you admit. “It was…very good.” You clear your throat, embarrassed. “Was it…ok…for you?”

Tech raises a brow at your timid question. “Are you asking if I enjoyed having sex with you?”

You groan and bury your face in your knees, and feel him shuffle closer to you.

“While it may have been born out of medical necessity, it was not a chore,” Tech assures you. He knocks a shoulder against you, and you tilt your head up to pout at him. That’s probably the most direct affirmation you’re going to get from him, you decide. Little wins.

“And I meant what I said,” he continues. “About…another time. If you are not opposed.” Your brows raise in interest, and you clear your throat nervously before asking;

“How long did you say it would take the rest of the crew to get here?"

—

#tech x reader #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #tech smut

[wolfsonic]

Fire on the mountain

So before I begin this, I entirely blame @journey-to-the-au for this, cause I rememeber they mentioned that Liu and Rin Rin and the others of the main group survived the attack on the mountian, but they didn't say anything about any of them not being hurt in the process. Am I about to make myself cry by writing this? Yes. Yes, I am. And, please, if i get anyone wrong or mix up anything with the timeline, please let me know, and I'll fix it, but ENJOY THE ANGST ANYWAY!

TW!!! Death, injures, child injury, fire, and the destruction it brings

(if I forget any let me know please, but I think that's all of them)

"GET EVERYONE IN THE WATERFALL CAVE NOW!" XinShu's scream had rang across the mountain hours ago. The celestials that attacked the mountain have all but left, leaving the smoldering remains of the once great forest. Leaving the remaining monkeys scrambling to look for survivors or any food that was salvageable. In some parts, fires still raged, making Liu cough from the smoke.

Ma, Liu, and XinShu were a part of the few ok enough to search the mountain. Beng was in the cave tending to survivors. Thankfully, he had kept his herbs stored away in a smaller cave attached to the waterfall cave, so they remained untouched by the fires. Unfortunately, he had lost most of his equipment in the attack. Ba had taken a serious burn to his back, Chestnut having minor scratches from the ordeal was tending to him after Beng had looked him over.

Courage and Wisdom had made it safely to the cave, thanks to XinShu. But, that only left one monkey unaccounted for. One Liu was despretly trying to find.

Rin Rin.

The Marshal held a tiny cub in his arms as he raced back to Waterfall Cave. The little thing looked to be a month old. His mother long since passed, protecting him from most of the brunt of whatever happened to them. A cut was across his side. Thankfully, it didn't look too bad, but Liu didn't want to take any chances.

When he finally entered the cave, the sight of many hurt monkeys made his heart sink. He swept the crowd and looked for Beng while simultaneously hoping Rin Rin had finally made it to them. Liu raced towards medicine monkey, calling out to him. The stress lines on Beng's face showed brightly as he gently took the cub from Liu's arms. His tiny, pained whimpers from the child was the only thing Liu could hear.

Everything else felt muffled to him, as his panic to find Rin Rin grew, before he could sink further, a gentle paw rested on his shoulder. The Marshal turned to meet the eyes of Courage, and the mute monkey gently cupped his face before she made an exaggerated breath. Liu held onto her as he fought to get his breathing under control.

[You can not search if you don't have a clear head. You will find her.] She signed to him when he finally was able to calm down enough to make out what she was saying.

"Thank you." Liu said softly, before gently letting the older monkey go, she nodded before he turned and raced back out of the cave, passing by Ma who led a group of monkeys into it.

Liu searched, his panic continuing to grow each second he couldn't find Rin Rin. What felt like an eternity, a pained voice spoke making him stop in his tracks. "Liu..."

He immediately whipped his head, searching for his moonlight. Before he could stop himself, he called out to her, his voice desperate. "RIN RIN!"

A pained whimpers was all he received back, and immediately he followed the sounds. Not caring for the increasing burn marks that littered his hands, arms and back. He had forgone his armor ages ago, after it got melted beyond repair in the first attack of the celestials. The first thing he spotted was the tattered remains of the flower Rin Rin wore proudly. One he had picked for her himself, it was then when he looked up he saw the sight before him.

Rin Rin looked up from where she laid, meeting his eyes her own swam with relief at the sight of him. A barely mature tree had fallen due to fire, one of its many branches currently had the smaller monkey's leg trapped. Tiny flames still danced along its bark, one of them being too close to Rin Rin for his liking, and Liu immediately raced towards her.

Without a second thought, he grabbed the branch trapping her, and slowly began to lift it. He held back any sound of pain, as the very hot bark touched his palms. When finally it was high enough, Rin Rin scooted out from under the tree branch. The Marshal dropped the branch before immediately checking her over.

Soot and dirt covered her once pristine fur, old and fresh tears trailed down her cheeks, Liu gently leaned down lookin over the ankle that had been trapped. It was swollen, his panic brain couldn't tell if it was broken or just sprained. Thankfully it looked to not be burned, which was a small blessing.

Liu after the check immediately pulled her into a hug, careful not to aggravate anything, one she returned. Sobs of pain mixed with relief came from her, only making him cling tighter to her. After a bit, he spoke gently to her "I'm going to pick you up. Ok?"

Rin Rin could only nod, and with as much care and gentle apologies, Liu held her close to his chest as he began to walk back to Waterfall Cave. That's when he finally got a good look around, and realized where they were. One of Flower Fruit Mountain's many berry fields, the once beautiful field now laid smoking.

Liu bit the bottom of his lip at the sight but, continued his trek. Focusing on the shaking form in his arms, one of his hands gently kept Rin Rin's face hidden in the crook of his neck. Keeping her from seeing the majority of the remians of their once thriving population. Liu fought the urge to cough.

Liu tried desperately to keep the walk back as smooth as possible, finally after what felt like hours, the cave was in sight. Making a immediate bee line towards it. The Marshal once again looked around for Beng, seeing him sitting down, Ma was next to him holding his hands, and talking to him gently.

A voice broke through the silence as Chestnut raced towards them. "Rin Rin! Marshal!"

The monkey gently tugged Liu forward fretting over both of them. Which Liu tried to brush off himself to direct it more towards Rin Rin. At the call Beng shot up. "I'm sorry Beng." Liu said seeing the tired eyes of the other as he approached. Beng just waved it off before motioning for Liu to put her down.

With gentle coaxing, Rin Rin finally let go of Liu from the hug but, kept her hand into his own. Beng first checked her leg, his face pulled into a frown before making a snapping motion with his hands. Rin Rin asked softly "do you have stuff to fix it?"

Beng nodded before walking off toward what little supplies he had left. He returned with a salve, some herbs, splints, and a wrap. Beng with gentle hands reset the foot with the splints and wrap, Liu cooing softly to Rin Rin with words of encouragement. Then he moved to adding salve to Rin Rin's scraps, before finally giving her herbs to eat. Beng then turned to Liu thrusting them as well as the salve into the Marshal's hands.

"Beng I don't need-" Liu was cut off by a gab in his good side, and he immediately looked as an irritated Rin Rin.

"Don't even think about not taking them, your breathing already sounds bad!" Rin Rin said with a glare, bringing Liu to notjust how raspy his breath has gotten. Liu just nodded making Beng relaxed before the medicine monkey walk off. Ma gently leading him to lay down and finally rest.

Liu looked at the Monkey's around them. Chestnut had returned to Ba's side, but the General was sound asleep. So all she did was curl up next to him to fall asleep as well. Wisdom, Courage and XinShu all say in a small circle, he immediately averted his gaze when he realized they were hugging one another. Beng had his head in Ma's lap, grooming him gently as she spoke softly to him.

Finally Liu turned his gaze to Rin Rin, her eyes still looking at him. He then relented and ate the herbs he was given. The Marshal's face screwing up at the taste, but thankfully the pain in his throat seemed to lessen. Before he could do anything, Rin Rin took the salve and started applying it to his burns. Taking great care, especially with the ones on his hands. "You hurt yourself because of me." her pained whisper made Liu look at her.

He leaned down and gently rested his forehead to her own. "And I'd do it again. If that ment taking you away from pain." Fresh tears slid down her cheeks at the vow, the two sat there as the fires dwindled down to nothing outside the cave.

#marshal liu #rin rin #Liurin #general ba #marshal ma #sun xinshu #beng #chestnut #mama courage #mama wisdom #flower fruit mountain #fire of flower fruit mountain #fanfic #i have no self control #angst #wukongs mom au

[nerves-nebula]

The terrifying ordeal of seeing your abusive parent again after having finally escaped them: Mikey Edition

——

Mikey was never the perfect ninja. He didn’t really want to be. Ninjutsu was fun, but the only practical use he had for it anymore was evading the cops if he got spotted tagging.

And, apparently, this.

He dropped down into a tunnel that felt much smaller than it used to be. Despite the years that had passed, he still knew the tunnels, the way into a place he never thought he’d be back to.

He never would’ve returned without reason.

This was a good reason.

The other day, Donnie idly mentioned some old computer bits he’d had when they were kids that he’d tinkered with. He mentioned he had some old photos of them stored on there he wish he could get back.

Raph had laughed and made a joke about if they ever got those photos back he’d learn scrapbooking and make the cheesiest, most ridiculous scrapbook he could for them.

How could he not come down?

Usually Leo would do this. Leo was the only one who still talked to the old rat, the only one who still visited, and even those were getting rarer.

Leo was off meeting Usagi’s family.

Meaning Mikey would do it.

Could he technically wait a week or so before asking Leo when he got back? Sure.

But that meant waiting.

Mikey hated waiting.

So here he was, putting all of his ninja training to use to sneak back into his childhood home (yuck) and grab some of Donnie’s old stuff to bring home.

He could totally do this.

Getting in wasn’t hard. The rat hadn’t updated any of Donnie’s old security, so it was a breeze to slip in. He skirted the edge of the lair in the shadows, keeping an ear out for any signs of movement.

He made sure to get to the entrance closest to Donnie’s old room and slipped in.

“Fucking hell.”

The place was trashed.

The old mattress was shredded in some placed, the desk toppled over and broken. Donnie’s old LED strips were torn at and his posters all ripped from the walls. Dust settled over all the wreckage. He could see a couple footsteps in them, all very obviously Leo’s. He followed them, ducking next to the busted desk, looking to see if he could salvage anything from there, but it seemed Leo had gotten it all.

Which meant he had to go looking for one of Donnie’s hiding places.

God damn it.

Okay, he remembered Donnie mentioning a lock box hidden in the back of his old closet, which was thankfully still upright. He dug through that, nearly gagging at the smell of mildew and dust that had built up over the years. He regretted not bringing his respirator.

He was taking so many vitamins when he got home.

He grinned to himself when he found the box, hidden in a secret panel near the back. He only found it because he accidentally leaned on it too much and fractured the wood, but Donnie didn’t have to know that.

He looked around the room again, wanting to be thorough so he wouldn’t have to come back.

Oh! The ceiling. Donnie said once he’d managed to hollow out a panel up there to hide things. Heck, he’d even hidden a couple things up there for all of them before.

If he remembered correctly…

He grabbed an old metal stool and clambered up to push against the stone. He barely restrained himself from shouting in victory when the piece moved and he was able to slide it from its place and retrieve everything inside.

He piled it all in his backpack, tucking it carefully so it would make as little noise as possible.

He went back to the bed, where the last hiding spot was, but found nothing. Leo or the rat must’ve found it.

Two out of three wasn’t bad.

He slid his backpack on and tightened the straps, sneaking to the entrance of the room, steadying his breath to check for-

“I know you are there.”

The voice cracked when it spoke, but it was the same.

A thin hand slid between the curtains that had been Donnie’s door, “Your skills are getting sloppy, Leona-“ The snout peaked through and black eyes that bore into his soul like the poisonous insect they inhabited.

“Michelangelo.”

He couldn’t help himself.

He laughed.

Well, it was more of a snort than a laugh, but still.

Mikey shoved the curtain open, shouldering his way past the rat as he did, taking advantage of Splinter’s momentary disbelief to prevent himself from being cornered.

“Shocked you remember my name, old man.” He said as he pushed past, resisting the urge to step on his tail.

Violence begets violence, Doctor Bright had said. If he instigates then Splinter has the right to defend.

“Why would I not?”

He laughed again, this time more of a snicker, “Don’t play dumb, you barely ever called me anything other than ‘Orange’ as a kid. I figured you’d finally gone senile or got dementia and forgotten entirely.” He shrugged, turning to walk backwards so he wasn’t letting Splinter get behind him.

“Why did you return?”

“Taking Donnie’s things back.” He adjusted his bag.

“Where is Leonardo?”

Mikey shrugged, “I think he died. Though, maybe he’s just on vacation. Oh, no, wait, he got arrested and is serving time. That’s it.”

Splinter rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth, “Your lies are annoying, child.”

“I’m twenty-three.”

“And yet you still act like a child.” Splinter hissed at him, “You intrude back into my home and refuse to even speak with me?”

“This is me speaking. I’m saying words that are audible and you can hear.”

Splinter’s anger grew more evident on his face, “I do not need your sass, child.”

“Not a child.”

“Where have you boys been? Do you know how worried I’ve been? You disappear suddenly one day and never return!” Splinter threw his hands in the air, getting more animated as the conversation went on, “You could be dead and your father would never know!”

Mikey shrugged, “I mean, that was sorta the plan.” He quickly glanced around, taking note of potential exits. He should be almost at the tunnel leading out of the lair by now, he just had to keep Splinter distracted.

“How dare you?” Splinter slammed the end of his cane into the ground, “I raised you! I gave you four the best years of my life and this is how you repay me?”

“Would you prefer a check?”

“At least Leonardo still visits me! At least I did right by one of you ungrateful little brats.”

Mikey hummed, his foot finding the lip of the tunnel entrance, “Yep. That’s me.” He took a few extra steps back, “Ungrateful and a brat. Not so little anymore, though.” He smiled, “Well, it’s been terrible to see you again, but I gotta go-“

“Stop right there!”

Perhaps it was the tone Splinter used, the same that used to scream at him for being destructive. Maybe it was the boiling rage in his eyes that Mikey still saw in his worst nightmares. Or perhaps it was the way he held himself, adjusting his feet like he was ready to pounce, to attack.

Maybe it was all three.

Whatever the reason, Mikey froze. His left foot wasn’t even properly touching the floor, his right arm slightly outstretched where it had been reaching for the wall. His breath caught in his throat and for a moment he thought he might vomit.

Splinter was speaking.

“You were always a disappointment! How you’ve even managed to survive this long is a miracle. How many drugs are you on? I can practically see you shaking. You better not be burdening Leonardo with your incapabilities.”

Something was building in his chest. He could feel it growing with every word Splinter spat at him, a pressure that pushed against his plastron from within, filling his lungs with something he couldn’t quite describe.

“I paint dead rats for a living.” He wasn’t even aware of his mouth moving, “My last commission paid out five hundred dollars.”

Why was he sharing this?

Even his brothers didn’t know about that painting.

“Wh-what? Who would but such a-“

He didn’t know why he said it.

“Draxum.”

—

Donnie looked up as the apartment door slammed open, Mikey bursting through singing Fearless Hero from Puss in Boots.

“I wonder if Mikey’s home.” Raph hummed, turning a page in his book.

“M-maybe.” Donnie shrugged, “Could be a b-burglar.”

Mikey slumped over the back of the couch, “Why do you guys never sing with me?” He groaned dramatically, “I wish I had brothers who loved me.”

“Have you t-tried Craigslist?”

Mikey huffed and wiggled out of his backpack, dropping it onto the couch to dig through it, “And after all I went through today, just to make you happy!”

Donnie and Raph immediately turned to him, curious.

“I went on a terrible and dangerous quest to make my favorite brothers happy and I’m rewarded with only pain and hate.”

Donnie chuckled, “Mikey, c-come on. Show us.”

He pulled his spoils from the bag, grinning as Raph and Donnie’s faces showed their amazement at his finds.

“Dude!” Raph grabbed the ceiling box and dug through it, “Holy shit, look at all this old junk. Ah! My old Polly Pockets! I forgot about these.” He grabbed the dolls, laughing as he carefully picked out the dusting accessories, “Oh my gosh.”

“M-Mikey!” Donnie sorted through the closet box, beaming wide enough that his cheeks hurt, “These are the f-files I mentioned. I have to see if they’re salvageable.” He practically scrambled off the couch, hurrying off to his room with the box in his arms.

Raph rubbed Mikey’s head, his trimmed claws scratching gently over his scalp, “This is great, Mike. You okay, though?”

“Hm?”

Raph just raised a brow.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Rat wasn’t home.” He lied, looking away from Raph to dig through his backpack, “Just grabbed it and got out, no problem.”

He didn’t know if Raph believed him, but he went back to his book, so he was probably in the clear.

He grabbed his phone, humming as he scrolled through his notifications, smiling at a picture Leo had sent into their group chat of her and Usagi posing with some daruma dolls.

Leo👏nerd👏o: usa made some gay 🏳️‍🌈 ass wish 2 b happy or sum shit

Leo👏nerd👏o: my wish is 2 bang his mom 🥴

Mikey snorted.

👾Mad Scientist Supreme👾: Pics or it didn’t happen.

Leo👏nerd👏o: bet

“Hey, speaking of moms in a weird roundabout way.” Mikey piped up, getting Raph’s attention, “When’s the last time you saw Draxum?”

Raph frowned, entirely confused, “Uh… fuck, man, ages ago. I think I saw him a while back while shopping but I didn’t go say hi or anything. Why?”

Mikey shrugged, “Just thought about him while at the lair.”

“When’s the last you saw him?”

He shrugged again, “Probably before the farmhouse arc. Canon events aren’t set in stone. Not recently, though.”

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The scrapbook came out fantastic. They left pages in the back untouched to add to later for milestones in their lives.

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Was Mikey lying about his commission?

Was Mikey lying to Raph about seeing Draxum?

You decide!

- Monster Anon 🐗🐗🐗

Love him referring to splinter as “the rat” hahahfdshag. Thats such an abused kid thing to do. Funny you mention polly pockets because i just watched a youtube video about the history of polly pocket :) mikey is such a fun guy thank you fhasdugha

#nnstuff #ask #neglected fic #teenage mutant neglected turtles

[emeritus-fuckers]

I dunno if I’ve asked but could you do some headcanons on young Nihil finding out he has a child with a fan (not inserting my oc at all) and it’s a daughter

I may have got slightly carried away XD - Nyx

Young Papa Nihil finding out he has a daughter with a fan

He's terrified. Completely terrified.

He just kinda stands there looking shocked and then asks how much you want for child support.

You don't really see him much, but he does support you financially, whatever you need.

He visits after she is born to leave a ring past down the Emeritus line. When I say more visit, more like he turns up late in at night in the hospital when no one is around. He doesn't want to see anyone who could talk into staying. He leaves the envelope with the ring next to her crib. He can't even look at her, she seems so small and tiny it makes him want to stay so he runs.

He visits again when she is two. He only accepts a cup of coffee and watches her from a distance, you can see him pale slightly.

Her eyes... she has his eyes... fuck. Her beautiful black hair is now down to her shoulders.

He leaves far quicker than he should, he sits in the car barely able to control his own breathing. He knows deep down he is becoming an even bigger fuck up.

He tries to distract himself, but he can't help but think about her, wonder how she is. He starts to realise, he misses her. But no, he can't get involved, he detroys everything he touches and she is too precious.

He keeps reasoning that she is better off without him, he can see that she is clearly well cared for by you.

He came again when she was 3 and then when she was 4. That visit really got to him.

She seemed so happy to see him, that innocent gaze broke something in him. He lifted her up and held her tightly in his arms.

She was so fascinated with his facepaint. Tracing the lines of it with her delicate fingers. He told her that he was Papa, he didn't know if she knew he was her father, but Papa was his title so he stuck with that, it worked.

From then on he visited once a year, but that was it.

When she gets older and starts to wonder a little more she finds his songs and finds out about the band.

Now that really gets to him, one day he goes to visit and she is singing his songs. He smiles to himself saying she has his gift with music, and she does her voice is beautiful.

There is a phase when they don't speak, when she realises he is her father and that he pretty much completely abandoned her.

But Nihil asks for the chance to explain, he would have failed her as a father, he really did do his best, he didn't want to mess her up like his father did to him. He just wants her to be happy.

Their relationship imrpoves, he is still distant but he takes an interest in her life. As she becomes a young adult and beyond she writes letters to him and as Nihil ages these become the most precious things to him. He always writes back and visits her when he can. He hopes she will always turn to him if she needs his advice on stuff.

He just wishes he hadn't been such a coward when he was younger. He knows that thankfully he salvaged it somehow and that at least he has one child happy to call him their father. He deeply regrets the way he went on with his own sons, but his father wasn't a good person and the scars from Nihil's childhood run too deep.

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Written by Nyx.

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#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ask #papanihilsimper #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #papa nihil #papa emeritus zero #papa emeritus 0 #young papa nihil #nihil emeritus #papa emeritus zero x reader #papa emeritus 0 x reader #nihil emeritus x reader #young papa nihil x reader #young nihil x reader

[pokemoncaretips]

Safe pruning for grass types.

Like any living organism, both plants and plant based pokemon can get ill. Leaf rot, blight, mildew, all of these and more can affect your pokemon. The best and safest way to head off illnesses at the pass is to prune damaged leaves and twigs before they can act as entry points for bacteria and fungi. Though serious illnesses are best seen by a medical professional, I can offer some preventative measures to help. For all of these categories, you should be seeking medical advice as well.

(Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional.)

Petals. Petals are often susceptible to frostbite. Though a potion quickly after a battle helps with ice type attack wounds, weather happens and many a grass type has been caught out in a sudden cold snap long enough for damage to take hold. Excessive moisture or heat can also caught rot on petals.

Signs to watch for: Blackened and withered ends. Browning and wilt along the edges of the petal. A slimy texture and sheen forming. Discolouration in general.

Prevention: Thankfully, petals tend to be more for decoration and rarely have nerve endings. (The bulbasaur line has. Petal damage should be seen by a professional in their case.) Removing the petal entirely can prevent some illnesses, though it may give the pokemon a lopsided appearance until it grows back. Holding your pokemon securely, grasp the petal firmly near the base and give a firm, sharp tug. Too little force may break the petal off near the base and provide a new entry point for rot. Too much force can hurt your pokemon. Once the affected petals are removed, apply a potion and give your pokemon plenty of sun.

If the petals continue to wither, there may be underlying health issues. Consult a professional.

Leaves. Leaves work somewhat differently on pokemon than they do on plants, with some pokemon like leafeon able to regrow damaged leaf tissue. The main rule is that the veins on the leaf tend to contain nerve endings, while the leaf tissue itself doesn't. This means for small localized damage, its possible to keep the main leaf and just remove the problem area, which is vital for pokemon such as chikorita who only have the one leaf available.

Signs to watch for: Withering. Discoloured spots. Fuzzy looking patches. Browning or blackening. Yellowing. A dry, crumbly texture, or a damp, slimy one.

Prevention: A very sharp knife like a box cutter or exacto knife is your friend here, allowing for precise trimming. This knife should be sterilized carefully first. If the pokemon is small enough, hold it firmly to your body, or find someone to help. Larger pokemon may need to be temporarily paralyzed. Avoiding veins if possible, trim away the damaged portion. If the vein is damaged or rotted, it may have already died and thus lack nerve endings. "The fingernail check" is most often used by grass type trainers. Press a fingernail carefully into the vein. If the pokemon flinches, the vein is still salvageable. If it offers no reaction, that leaf vein is dead and must be trimmed as well.

If the entire leaf is withered, it will have to go. A truly dead one can be tugged off easily. Apply a gentle tug. If it breaks off with no resistance, it was dead. If it is heavily damaged but still attached at the base, it will need to be pruned. This is uncomfortable for the pokemon but essential for its health. Talk softly and soothingly. Though few pokemon can understand people, they do understand emotions. Using a sharp, sterilized pair of secateurs, quickly trim the leaf as close to the body as is safe. I recommend showing your pokemon the leaf afterwards to observe. Dead or diseased foliage can be uncomfortable, and removing it will often give instant relief after the short sting. Seeing the painful part removed will go a long way to calming them down.

As photosynthesis is often their main source of nutrition, a sun lamp or slightly richer mulch should be provided to make up for the lost leaves until they grow back.

Symptoms like yellowing or blighted leaves could indicate deeper issues. Save the leaves and take them to a pokecentre for advice. Some are caused by disease. Others can be caused by a deficiency or heavy pest load.

Twig and branches. A fully withered branch can often be a bad sign. And as these are bigger parts, tending to them can be complicated.

Signs to watch for: Cankers and galls. Dead branches. Blackening or withering of buds.

Prevention: The torterra is one of the few pokemon where treating damaged branches is painless and relatively easy if you know what you're doing. Though the tree is vital for its health, it isn't connected to any nerves, and can thus be safely pruned. Otherwise, unless its a small twig that can be quickly pruned, its safer to get a medical professional in to check.

When trimming branches, try not to cut flush to the body of the tree. This can damage the branch collar, leaving the tree open to pathogens.

If using a pruning saw, make a cut on the underside of the branch first to prevent bark tearing.

Damage to branches is a serious sign of ill health. This needs to be checked out immediately. Take pictures before you prune the affected branch, and take them and the branch with you to the pokecentre.

Roots. Roots should not be touched by someone without specialized training. Take your pokemon to a specialist immediately.

#pokemon irl #pokemon care #grass types

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Prompts involving Asriel getting swallowed and churned?

Definitely, something I can work with! I have also, unfortunately, learned that Tumblr will not let me put prompts into bullet lists anymore. It considers the entire thing to be one block of text that hits its character cap, which is just going to happen with three prompts. Really annoying, but oh well.

"It's so sweet of you to visit!" R.udy says with a big grin. "Your old man mentioned you were in town last time he was around." The reindeer's gut lets out a low gurgle and he pulls the blanket over it a bit when A.sriel glances at it. Yelling about how his son was in town and would be looking for him were some of A.sgore's last words before the reinbeer's gut snuffed him out, and R.udy had been hoping the goat was right. He's thankful it took over a day--most of A.sgore has digested by now, and R.udy is starting to get peckish for more goat meat. A.sriel has certainly started to fill out like his old man, too, thanks to that college life of his. The younger goat smiles politely, simply asking if R.udy had seen his dad around. "Sure I have, kiddo. But...you gotta come a bit closer to I can tell you. It's a secret and I don't want the old diddy's taking care of me to hear." R.udy keeps up that casual grin, hoping he's not drooling too much. A.sriel seems a bit reluctant, but he does lean in, turning his head slightly for R.udy to whisper in his ear. The reindeer pulls him down and belches right in A.sriel's ear. "Aaah...was saving his last breath just for you! Doubt there's much of your old man left, but you can check for me!" R.udy's jaws open wide, a surprised bleat escaping A.sriel just before his head is engulfed. R.udy starts gulping and slurping wetly, dragging A.sriel down the hatch. He goes down even faster than A.sgore did--not because he wasn't struggling as hard, but just because he was much smaller. All it takes is a few wet gulps, and a thick slurp on his kicking legs, and A.zzy is bulging out R.udy's gut under the blanket. R.udy settles back in bed, arms folded behind his head, and lets loose a thick belch into the air. He snickers softly as he watches his gut slosh back and forth, A.sriel's muffled voice bleating out through it as he fights for his life. "I really am glad you visited, A.zzy! I was starting to get hungry after pumping A.sgore away, and I was just craving an extra helping of goat! Be a good kid for me now and melt nicely, alright? Nurses almost caught me churning your old man before, don't need to have to pretend I'm pregnant for them." The reindeer snickers to himself despite the panicked screaming coming from his gut. Thankfully, it's rather late, and no one comes by to bother R.udy despite the screaming lump in his gut. So as the minutes turn to hours, A.sriel's wild thrashing begins to slow down and his voice starts to become indistinguishable from the thick gurgling of R.udy's gut. With a final, wet belch carrying some white fur on his breath, A.sriel goes completely slack in R.udy's gut. The reindeer gives it a few pats and snickers. "Aaaah...like father, like son, huh? I'm feeling a lot better thanks to you two, though. Maybe I'll be able to check out tomorrow. Just hope no one asks about the bowl of jelly jiggling off of me." He snickers again, shaking his gut and making it slosh the A.sriel soup around. For now, R.udy will sleep the rest of the kid off, and come morning, he'll be looking nice and plump off of all that goat meat. At least he'll look healthy.

A.sriel didn't like the way his professor was staring him down. He knew that he had been slacking in his classes lately, too distracted with his frat and all the fun he's been having there. But it's not...that serious, is it? He can feel his other classmates watching him from behind--it was just after midterms, and the professor was bringing every student up to tell them their grades. At least three of them were too far behind to be salvageable. A.sriel's eyes drift down to the professor's round gut, straining the buttons of his shirt--they've all stopped moving. The last one was only in there for a couple minutes, wasn't he..? When the professor clears his throat, A.sriel looks up quickly to meet his eyes. "D.reemur, I'm afraid that you failed your midterm," the older man says, "and that you won't be able to pass the class, even if you performed perfectly for the rest of our assignments. So you'll have to drop." A.sriel opens his mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. His heart has sunk into his stomach and he's completely frozen. The only thing he can think is that his dad is going to be really disappointed as the professor drags the goat over his desk and into his wide-open maw. A.sriel doesn't even resist as he's shoveled down, three wet gulps all it takes it turn him from a prospective college student into a meal in his professor's mighty gut. Once he lands in the sack, the panic starts to set in, and he begins to beg and plea--for mercy, for extra credit, for a second chance, anything to save him from this fate. He can hear the muffled voice of the professor call down the next student, not even listening to him. The stomach is growing deafening loud around A.sriel and he lets out a shrill scream. On the outside, the professor's gut rumbles loudly and suddenly balloons in size. A couple buttons pop off his shirt and he belches thickly, hitting the next student in the face. Some white fur and a plastic student ID fly out of his jaws. The ID bounces off the students and hits the desk, which the professor carefully picks up and sets aside with the others. Another for the stack in his office. The professor moves on with the day without another thought towards A.sriel, other than the fact that he recognizes that last name, and hopes that he'll be seeing the student's father once he calls in the failure after class. A.sgore had been a student he recalls...and one he hopes he can actually claim unlike last time. Plenty of angry family members come by to talk about their failed sons and their fate as far, but rarely does the professor get to see an old face. He doesn't want to let this one get away again...even if he had to grade poor A.sriel extra harshly to ensure he didn't survive this class.

A.sriel lets out a whine as the first thick gulp rings out, sucking him in up to his knees down his dad's gullet. Around him, his fellow frat guys were cheering them on, chanting 'Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!'. But the thick gulping of A.sgore's gullet drowns it out, as the second gulp sucks A.sriel in up to his hips. His dad had made a surprise visit to him on campus, and seemingly always looking for a chance to embarrass him, had A.sriel take him to his frat. What the younger goat didn't expect was that A.sgore was a part of the same frat in college and, apparently, had a lot of respect within it. His frat brothers had almost instantly taken a great liking to his dad, which was embarrassing for different reasons. A.sgore had been flustered and tried not to get too involved, but it didn't take long for the goat to crack. Several beers later and some attention to his gut from a few horny and drunk college guys, and they were able to convince the old goat to show that he's still as good of a pred as he was in college. Rumors of eating the entire football team and clearing out the frat more than once wanted them all to see the goat in action. A.sgore didn't even hesitate with how tipsy he was, but A.sriel hadn't expected his own brothers to shove him forward and sacrifice him as his dad's example snack. Or for his dad to do it without a word. He'd just hoisted A.sriel up by the armpits and started lowering him down his gullet. Speaking of...he can feel A.sgore's tongue over his face. He's already up to his shoulders in the older goat's maw, his vision frame by teeth and lips. A.sriel realizes that his dad really is going to eat him. "W-Wait, Dad, don't--" There's another gulp, and everyone watches A.sriel's head sink down the tight gullet. A.sgore's gut bounces and sloshes as the young goat drops inside and begins to thrash around. Once A.sgore lets out a meaty belch for the crowd, everyone starts cheering and continuing to praise him. A few beer rain down on A.sriel, and plenty of rubs shove and squish him around. Even as his body begins to get goopier, and he can't distinguish himself from the gut sludge sloshing around in his dad's stomach, he's praying that his dad comes to his senses and coughs him up. The last thing he hears is muffled cheering over another wet belch. When A.sgore goes come to, it's the next day, and his head is fuzzy with a hangover. He can't quiet remember the night before, or why he's sleeping on a couch in a strange place. When he tries to call out fo this son, though, something solid rolls down his gut and bumps into his muzzle. It's a skull, still a little damp after being belched up from the depths of A.sgore's gut--specially, a goat skull.

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #gay vore #vore prompts #male vore prompts #oral vore #digestion #fatal vore #instant digestion #weight gain #deltarunevore #asrieldreemurvore #rudyholidayvore #asgoredreemurvore #ask

[mysticnightmarewrites]

Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 3 - Under the Table

Arya Stark was sitting in the back row of the lecture hall, writing notes with her right hand, which, had she been right-handed, wouldn't have been unusual. Her other hand had slid under the table and onto Gendry's thigh minutes earlier, the moment captured in the sudden shift in her handwriting. 

What are you doing? Gendry seemed to be asking with his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. But Arya knew he wasn't asking her why her hand was inching closer to his cock in the middle of class. That had been the plan all along. Instead, she figured he was confused that she was still taking notes at all. It wasn't her fault in the haze of the morning sex they'd had she'd forgotten today was the last class before next week's final, and she wasn't about to let the Fuck-It List keep her from writing down which sections to study. Gendry would end up thanking her for it later.

“Shh,” Arya whispered, taking down the title of a book she’d have to look for in the library.

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“Your face was too loud.”

“So were you.”

Arya raised an eyebrow and turned back to her notes, moving the fingers of her dominant hand over his clothed cock for the first time. The corner of her mouth turned up at the quiet grunt he wasn’t able to hold back. Thankfully, they were the only ones in the back row. It turned out most students weren’t all that interested in medieval metallurgy and had dropped the class in the first few weeks. That, or they’d taken offense to Dr. Mordane’s harsh grading, which she refused to curve.

One by one, Arya wrote down the chapter numbers she’d need to review, hoping she’d be able to read any of her notes back after the fact, and stroked Gendry, squeezing his hardening cock. Pride filled her chest. I did that.

Soon, she forgot she was supposed to be taking notes, and the pen fell out of her hand, conveniently rolling onto the ugly carpeted floor. Arya did a furtive scan of the room. Everyone was either staring intently at the slideshow recapping the art they’d covered over the term or had their heads buried deep in their hands as Arya was sure they wondered what they were doing with their lives. And Mordane? She was staring blankly at the projector screen and going into some tangent about her days in grad school.

Sliding down her seat, Arya crept to the floor, hidden by the backing of the table that skirted down the entire row. 

Gendry looked down at her, anticipation in his eyes, before his Adam's apple bobbed and he fixed his eyes back on the screen. She unzipped his jeans slowly, hoping no one would hear the telltale sound, and his cock immediately sprang free. There hadn’t been a point to putting on boxers that day.

As quietly as possible, Arya wrapped her lips around him and sank as close to him as she could get, loving the feel of having him in her mouth. She slid up and down for a few minutes before she heard the class bell ring and the sound of students getting up from their desks and heading out the door.

“It’s clear,” Gendry whispered down at her, and she picked up speed, sucking him harder, eliciting even more grunts. 

After a few more minutes, cum flooded into her mouth, and she swallowed, helping him back into his pants.

“You’re a legend.”

“I know.”

Together, they cleaned up her face, and she packed away the notes, which, she thought, were salvageable, thank the old gods, and they slipped out the door.

#gendrya #gendrya kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #arya x gendry #arya stark #gendry waters #gendry

[silentmagi]

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Well once again, we have a tie in the results this week, and this was one of a few pairs that I had made plans for, since I know people love making ties. The winners are:

1 Take any and all books that were salvaged and return to the school. 5 Take a day off to recover.

She survived.

Somehow she managed to survive the storm and as she pried her fingers from the death grip she had on the door, she staggered into the gentle light of day, coughing against the painful dryness in her throat. Getting out of the debris ring surrounding the tower, she found the cabin sitting safe and pristine, with barely even some dust on it.

By the gods, she survived.

Turning around, she looked over the remains of the tower and tried to imagine how it hadn’t collapsed on her. There was only the first floor remaining in one piece, and the area was a complete wasteland of stone and wood and what was once inside the building. There was very little that she could rescue at this point.

But she survived, and she had several weeks worth of material to review. She survived, and by the gods did she need a drink.

Making her way to the cabin, she decided that she would take care of that first. One bottle was pulled from her small collection, uncorked, and then the rest of the day blurred. She would wake up the next mor- afternoon, and regret not drinking more water. Despite feeling like death, she packed up the remaining bottles, and then tried to figure out a way to take the books back.

She survived, and erased a day with some much needed downtime.

Reentering the tower was a slow, painful process, coupled with the blinding light of day reminding her of the folly of yesterday. However, she knew she had to get to the books she had risked her life for, the scrolls of knowledge that could be the key to bringing magic back to the world, the faded, musty hope scribed upon those pages could save the world as she knows it, or possibly even improve it.

She survived, and she wasn’t going to let a hangover stop her from destiny.

The books were mostly unharmed, and the scrolls hadn’t blown too far away from them with the winds and storm. Even the little fire on the rope had managed to miss the reading material, staying contained inside the shaft for the dumb waiter.

She was lucky that the rope hadn’t spilled into the room, and instead turned the shaft into an improvised chimney. She wouldn’t be able to use that again, even if most of the remaining wall wasn’t currently spread out over the surrounding countryside. At least it had served its purpose, and she would honor its sacrifice.

Transferring the books to the cabin, she managed to straighten them into neater piles based on how best to carry them. Thankfully, there was a two-wheeled garden cart that she could repurpose to carry the books under a blanket from the closet to protect it from the elements.

Finishing the last of the stew, she did the dishes and watched the night’s sky as she prepared herself to make the next leg of her journey. Returning to the school would be the best choice for her, and helpful for her goals.

She survived, and she hoped.

#Story #My Writing #Rising Star #My Polls #Star #World Building #Please Participate #Star Main

[flowerstardrops]

( LIKE ) akaashi keiji x gn!reader

wherein the reader confesses through a love letter ( email ).

cross-posted on my ao3 so if you see this there, then that's most likely my account.

WORDS: 1834

GENRE: comedy, one-sided crush

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DEAR AKAASHI KEIJI,

Good day. This is (Last Name) (First Name) from Class 3-6 and I am writing this letter to convey my feelings for you. My friend, Rei, had told me that this is one of the best ways that I can confess to the individual that I hold romantic feelings for, which is you. I had initially planned to make a bento for you but I then crossed that out when I accidentally burned the tempura along with my hand in the frying pan during the process, thus, I was not (and still not) able to fulfill such. Thankfully, my left hand was salvaged from the incident so I am able to type.

Firstly, I would like to ask how you are. I hope that all is well. I heard that Bokuto-senpai, your teammate, accidentally spiked a volleyball to your face a few days ago. I searched online and have found this thing called the “RICE” technique. And no, this is not a joke about soaking your face in rice to fix it; Rei likes to joke about that to me a lot, but do not worry, I do not make lame jokes. I applied the same technique to my right hand and it is now healing up well, thankfully. I will be inserting an attachment which obviously includes the link containing this RICE technique at the end of the letter. Please view it and follow the technique in the video if you have not done so yet.

Secondly, I will be stating the main reason as to why I am writing you a letter. I like you, Akaashi-san, and I do not think that I can say this to you in real life. I like to think that I am a great writer, but I cannot say the same for my verbal communication skills. It is the same status as my cooking skills and love life: non-existent. But with this letter, I hope that my feelings are starting to get across by now.

Lastly, despite the fact that I have mentioned my lack of verbal communication skills, I would like to make a request. If it does not trouble you, perhaps you would like to go on a date. My friend, Rei, had also told me that boys are usually the ones asking girls out on dates, but alas, I am no man and you are no woman. Although, I am sure that I might still like you the same even if we were. I am going off topic. Anyway, whether I am a man or a woman, it does not matter to me.

If your answer to the date is yes, then please meet me by the Ginkgo trees near Fukurodani’s basketball court, right beside the vending machine at exactly 3:00 PM tomorrow after classes end. I had asked Bokuto-san whether you all had practice during Thursdays, and apparently you did not.

If you do not go, then that is alright with me as well and I will no longer bother you. Please do not feel pressured to accept my feelings. I would hate for you to feel that way. Rest assured that I will accept whatever response you provide me with.

Thank you and have a nice day ahead.

Sincerely,

(Last Name) (First Name)

Fukurodani Class 2-3

> [ lastname.firstname@yohomail inserted an attachment ]

> https://youtu.be/xvFZjo5PgG0

PS. if you are not able to press the link, I suggest that you copy and paste it on your browser instead. I hope this helps.

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YOU WOULDN’T CALL YOURSELF COURAGEOUS. Such a word was quite loaded considering that there are situations that you would rather not face, but you could say that doing this; confessing to the person you like, is a courageous step on your part. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re scared. Simply standing here by the vending machine, being caressed by the cold wind passing by aids in causing your heart to continue racing. It also causes you to shiver, and so you hug your arms tighter around you, pulling your hoodie close against your skin.

You yawn. It’s one habit you do whenever you are nervous. Akaashi-san could appear from any moment now, after all, and the anticipation causes you to yawn once again.

But then, there is also this probability that he wouldn’t show up at all. If you were to estimate the probability that he returns your feelings, you could say that it’s not zero. You’ve interacted with him enough to see that he at least doesn’t dislike you—if the act of simply glancing at you whenever he would enter Bokuto-san’s classroom and you happened to also be there, was considered an interaction at all. It’s not even a glance; just a passing look as he searches for Bokuto-san.

The first rule of probability states that the probability of an impossible event from happening is 0, while the probability of a certain event is 1. So, given Event A being Akaashi coming here and returning your feelings, you could say that 0 ≤ P(A) ≤ 1 with P(A) representing Event A. The equation means that the probability of Event A is greater than or equal to zero and less than or equal to 1. Still, that is simply one facet of the multifacets of outcomes that this one scenario can possibly bring and it doesn’t allow you to predict anything at all. It was a desperate attempt to stabilize and comfort yourself.

You aren’t comforted, worse, you are left at a standstill.

“(Last Name)-senpai.”

You jolt amidst your musings and stare owlishly at the newcomer.

You don’t like watching cheesy rom-coms and would much rather prefer to watch informative videos (e.g. the unexplored parts of the Earth’s waters which subsequently informs yet also scares you), but you could say that gazing at him feels like something straight out of a rom-com movie.

Akaashi Keiji stops to stand right beside you, in all his straight-faced glory, looking as cool as a cucumber right beside you. His ebony hair shines against the dewy light of day; the Ginkgo's green leaves filtering out the sunlight, but still somehow emphasizing the features of his face with its highlight. His eyes, straight and sharp ocean blue gazing at you with its usual intensity like raging waters, hidden behind glassy vitreous humour (i.e. the liquid that keeps the eye moist). There's still a bruise by his right eye but it doesn't make him look less breathe-taking to you. His lips, typically set to a straight line, is now quirked slightly downwards along with his furrowed eyebrows make you question whether something wrong had happened.

“Are you okay, (Last Name)-senpai?” He glances down at your bandaged hand. "And how is your hand by the way?"

You cough behind a hand lightly and stand straight, patting the imaginary dust away from your hoodie. “Yes, I am f-fine and dandy, Akaashi-san. My hand is well. I had applied the RICE technique which I hope you are aware of by now."

The corners of his lips quirk up and you internally panic. You had a step-by-step flow prepared for you to follow for an efficient and effective romantic confession, but it all had been thrown out the window all of a sudden.

“... !” So, you stand straight there, unsure of what to do, and avoiding his searching gaze.

“(Last Name)-senpai,”

You jolt once more. “Yes?”

He starts off slowly. “I have received the email you sent yesterday.”

You nod with your arms crossed and respond to him matter-of-factly. “Yes. Yes, I did send one. I am glad the email was well-received and not corrupted.”

No! Why would I say that? Why would it even be corrupted?!

His brows furrowed in confusion. “Why would it be corrupted?”

Yes, why would it?

You shook your head shortly. “Yes, why would it be corrupted? It is merely just an email containing my romantic confession after all. No hacker would be interested in attacking such a file with malware.”

He simply nods along, although you can see the confusion start to show on his face.

He doesn’t know where this conversation is going and clearly, you don’t either. So, with all of the courage you’ve spent saving up in your entire current lifetime, you take a step.

“Akaashi-san.”

“Yes?”

“If you have received my email yesterday then I must assume that you are aware of why I had given you the choice to meet or to not meet me here. Meeting with me here would indicate that you reciprocate my feelings, yes? And you are here right now, yes? Unless I am imagining things right now.” You almost stutter with your continuous sentences. You could do without the embarrassing last sentence but you’ve done well. Give yourself a pat on the shoulder.

He nods his head. “Yes I am well aware. Although,”

You deflated and it seems that he’s noticed this. Still, he continues on mercilessly.

“I felt that it would be rude if I simply did not show up.”

You admire that he is at least softening the blow. But the damage is done and you could feel the corners of your lips twitching down and the sting behind the back of your eyes. You did not anticipate this: to even be crying at all. You had spent the last few months planning and backing out on this confession, and you have strengthened your will to wholeheartedly accept whatever response he provides you with. As it turns out: You cannot completely rationalize your emotions nor can you always predict it. It is irritating.

You nod your head slowly. “I-I see. Do not worry about it, Akaashi-san. Rest assured, I will not bother you from now on.”

You make a move to bow deeply. “Thank you and have a nice day ahead.”

“Wait.”

A hand grasps the edge of your hoodie’s sleeve. You turn to look at him. His face is serious and stance is firm, and yet, his eyes turn softer. You don’t know. It is a disgustingly cheesy thought to even have, but you like to think that it did happen.

“Yes, it is true that I don’t reciprocate your feelings.” He began.

You nod in reassurance, standing up straighter as he releases his hold on your sleeve. You are now both facing each other and you can see the stress showing through the crease between his two slightly narrowed eyes.

You confirm firmly despite the twinge of pain. “Yes. Yes, we have already established that.”

“But that is because I’ve yet to get to know you.” He pauses, switching to speak less formally. “If it’s okay with you, (Last Name)-senpai, I’d like us to be friends and get to know each other first.”

Your heart fills with hope and you cannot help but stare at him with wide eyes.

“And maybe, we could go on that date once we have crossed that bridge.” He finishes off with a smile. It’s not wide and it doesn’t show his set of pearly teeth, but the corners of his eyes crinkle that you can’t help but do the same.

“Y-Yes. Yes, I would like that.”

His smile grows a tad bit wider and softer. “Please take care of me.”

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[iteration-wing]

Exploration Log: 16020

[Location: Uncharted]

[External Temperature: 115.3°C]

[Thermal Protection: Critical: 11%]

The coordinates broadcasted by the beacon were the only lead I had, following them was my only choice. The indicated location was not too far, a little over 500 units, I walked further to find the ship when I first awoke, what was the harm in seeing where they were leading me? There would have been no harm, were it not for the warning my Exosuit chimed out to me as I drew closer to the marked position: INCOMING STORM. Well, I was too far away from the ship's location to turn back, I had to press forwards, the ambient temperature was already rising and the drain on my life support was increasing rapidly. A fear began to gnaw at me at that point.

The external temperature had risen above 100°C when the structure appeared before me, I almost believed the heat haze was playing tricks on my eyes, but here it was, right at the designated coordinates. If the circumstances had been better, I might have played it more cautiously; assessed the situation, checked for threats, but with my thermal protection dropping below 30%, there was no time for caution. I broke into a run, ignored the uncomfortable warmth that was building within my suit. It wouldn't have been long before the hazard protections failed, and I would surely perish soon after.

Thankfully, there was no lock on the door, and I near enough fell over myself hurrying inside. An alert from my Exosuit has reassured me that my thermal protection is stabilising; this structure, whatever it is, is temperature controlled and something is keeping it powered. But... There's nobody else here. I'm still alone.

The coordinates were marking an active holo-archive terminal here, most of the data is corrupted beyond all hope of salvaging, but one file remained, a recording. Whoever left the message had been stranded from their ship, their visor damaged, the recording was just in case. They'd also left something in the fabricator that "Might be of some use..."

A hermetic seal. The very same component I need to repair my ship. Once this storm passes, and my thermal protection has recharged, I can return and continue my repairs. Maybe I'll be able to make some sense of all this...

#no man's sky

[spicysix]

long story short (part 3/3) | eddie munson x reader

this fic is part of a series: masterlist

summary: “Oh, is this a date I’m having with pantry girl?” He provoked, but you just nodded in response. “Can be if you want it to.” He actually looked shocked for a moment before bringing his charm back. “Does that mean I get to kiss you at the end of it?”

warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. heavy making-out, implied smut (not described).

word count: 2.3k

a/n: final part ot long story short! next up we're having 'tis the damn season. if you're familiar with miss Swift, you must imagine some angst is about to come 👀 it's gonna be another multi-chapter so if you wanna get everything as it comes out, don't forget to follow me and join my taglist 😉

day seven

12:48 p.m. The next few days after Eddie’s press conference/public audience had you going back and forth between Hawkins and Fort Wayne. The house your family was going to move to was not yet vacant, their previous owners still finishing up their own moving. But they allowed you to bring in some boxes to leave in their basement already, and Hopper had to empty the cabin for the Munsons anyway, so that’s what you were all mostly doing. With the destruction caused by the Mind Flayer last July, there wasn’t even much stuff salvageable to bring to Fort Wayne, but you were taking what you could carry.

You also took some time to visit Debrah, spend a day catching up with her. She did most of the talking, since her life wasn’t filled with trauma caused by interdimensional monsters (just some weird burning cracks in the middle of the town, but they were being taken care of already), and you were happy to listen to it. She was attending the local district Community College, not that far away from Hawkins, and wasn’t planning on moving any day now. Still a cheerleader, still planning on meeting the one there and living the american dream with him. You guessed she was just one of those people whose lives revolved around the minuscule city they were born and raised on. She wasn’t gonna leave that cycle. Well, if she was happy, great for her, you thought. A dose of normalcy was always good, to keep your feet grounded.

You only saw Eddie a few times those days, when you were leaving or coming to the hotel. Sometimes you also had lunch together - but it was never only the two of you. Part of you felt happy, because he was really hitting off with your family, the ones he hadn’t met yet, and seeing him and Will excitedly exchanging tips about D&D made your heart swell with fondness in a way you already knew would happen when you first met Eddie and told him about your little brother. He was also exchanging stories about getting high and exchanging tips about weed with Jonathan, but that was not nearly as adorable.

But it was your last day in Hawkins before you went back to California, Argyle’s Surfer Boy van cleaned and repaired for another three-day trip. You had a job back home that you were sure you’d lost already at this point, so you would have to find another one when you got there - to help with all the moving costs after your semester was over. You had no idea how Jon, Will and El would deal with their schools, but you had called some of your colleagues and asked them to talk to your teachers. You had good grades and no other classes missed since the beginning of college, so you were mostly sure none of them would care for your minor two-week absence.

Your biggest issue so far was that you already had a summer job hitched and your part of your next college tuition already paid (the other two thirds were thankfully covered by a scholarship) and wouldn’t be able to move back to Hawkins with the rest of your family on Summer. And you hadn’t told anyone that yet.

Well, that was a problem for future you.

You knocked on the door of room 107 as your family walked past you on the corridor, bidding you a ‘see you soon’. Jonathan throwing you a knowing smirk over his shoulder and you just flipped him the bird over yours.

Eddie opened the door, a faded Star Trek shirt and sweatpants hanging low from his hips. His hair all disheveled, looking like a cloud on a stormy day around his head. He smiled instantly at seeing you.

“Wanna grab lunch?” You invited.

02:09 p.m. First thing Eddie asked when you got to the diner was when the rest of your family would arrive. “They’re not coming, it’s just the two of us.” You answered.

“Oh, is this a date I’m having with pantry girl?” He provoked, but you just nodded in response.

“Can be if you want it to.”

He actually looked shocked for a moment before bringing his charm back. “Does that mean I get to kiss you at the end of it?”

“If you don’t eat something too garlicky, sure.” You winked and he laughed.

That was several minutes ago, and as you paid your half of the bill over the counter and Eddie rambled on about how Reefer Rick should hire a bugs exterminator to his lake house (how he got to that topic, honestly, you had no idea. But you liked hearing him ramble), you started to feel the butterflies in your stomach thinking if he was going to kiss you or not.

It was a long time due.

You walked back to the hotel, not that far away from the diner, in the slow pace you were already used to - for the sake of Eddie’s recovering injuries. His shoulder touched yours at every step, your pinkies intertwined at some point, and you felt like an eighth grader and her first crush.

You weren’t talking, just enjoying each other’s company. Your mind was dead set on that kiss he promised. You wondered if he was thinking about it too.

As you reached your hallway, his door was the closest and you really, really didn’t want this to be over. So you were bold enough to ask, “How ‘bout we watch something?”

You didn’t have much to pack, your ‘bag’ (if you could call it that, it was just a backpack) practically ready to go, and you were leaving first thing in the morning. You really wanted to enjoy those last few hours with him.

“Sure thing! Don’t tell anyone, but I love General Hospital. And I think it’s on now.” He used his key to open the door and bowed in a gesture to let you in the room first. “Wayne’s got some extra shifts so he won’t be back ‘till dawn, probably.”

You took off your cardigan and hung it on a coat rack beside the door, shoes on the floor under it. Next to the coat rack was the dresser, TV on top of it. There was only one bed, some of Eddie’s belongings scattered above it. And a couch on the side wall, with a pillow and a thin comforter folded up in the middle of it – surely Wayne’s.

As you walked to sit on the edge of the bed, you saw Eddie taking the same routine as you did before - taking off his jacket and shoes - but you also saw him discreetly locking the door. He walked to the bed, but stopped in front of you, knees touching, instead of sitting next to you.

“I don’t really wanna watch General Hospital.” Was all he said, a smirk growing in the corner of his mouth, and those butterflies were partying in your belly again.

“Oh, thank god.” You answered, as you carefully pulled him by the hem of his shirt.

He crouched above you as you crawled back on the bed, all slow movements. His hands were already on your face when you came to a stop, your back against the headboard as he kneeled in front of you.

You held your breath, ready to be interrupted one more time, as it always happened.

But nothing came.

Nothing except his soft lips on yours. Finally.

No more tug of war now. Finally.

Just you, and Eddie, and his skin on yours, and his breath hitting your nose, and the way his soft wavy mane tickled your face. Finally.

Your hands went up his torso, smoothly, and he quivered under your touch. You opened your legs to rest them on each side of his own, and one of his hands slowly made its way down to your neck while the other was still cradling your cheek. You felt the cold of his rings on your skin, giving you goosebumps, making you feel hot and bothered.

“God, I’ve missed this.” He murmured, lips still against yours, tickling a little bit.

“Yeah, me too.” You answered as you spread open mouthed kisses along his jaw. You felt his breath hitch.

“I’m not too garlicky, am I?”

You laughed and shook your head no. “You’re perfect.”

You pressed your mouth against his once more, lips parted this time, inviting him in and he went for it. His tongue brushed yours and you forgot completely about everything around you. Without separating your lips, you switched positions with him so he would be against the headboard as you straddled his hips. He let out a moan, and you saw yourself in reversed roles from when you first kissed five months ago.

Your hands were now traveling through each other’s whole bodies, melting under each other’s touch. His fingers tracing the hem of your skirt while yours felt the bumps of the scars on his neck. He didn’t seem to feel any pain from it, and as you lowered your head to kiss them, you felt his hands strongly grabbing your thighs.

“Holy shit,” he called your name, falling like a song from his lips. You licked all the way from his collarbone to his ears. “I- oh sweet baby Jesus, I really want you. I need you.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Eddie.” You were truly afraid, but you were also unconsciously rubbing your hips against his, searching for friction.

“You could never.” His hands went under your skirt to your ass and he grasped it tightly. You sighed before stopping your movements and distancing yourself just enough to look him in the eyes.

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then I’m yours.”

His chocolate button eyes fluttered as you reached his lips once again. There was no rush. You felt the time stop around you, for you, as his hands stroked your legs and you pressed your chest to his. Your fingers lost in his hair, his nails scraping your skin, and he feels like home.

06:35 p.m. You woke up slowly.

The soft light from the moon was the only thing keeping the room from falling into full darkness. His chest was pressed against your back, his skin hot, almost burning you, like your own personal heater. His arm was draped over your waist, his fingers laced to yours resting under your breast. You let out a contented sigh.

You completely lost track of time as he was making love to you. You weren’t in love - not yet, at least -, but what you did was far from casual sex. You felt connected. He worshiped you, you reverenced him. And as you were finally tired, satisfied, sweat covering your bodies, the sheets all disheveled and Eddie’s belongings on the floor beside your clothes, you felt safe and comforted enough to drift to a dreamless sleep.

You turned around to face him, and your movements slowly woke him up too. His brown eyes not so big now, narrowed from all the sleep, but caring nonetheless. He still looked at you as if you placed the sun in the sky.

He smiled and you smiled back, tracing the freckles on his nose with the tip of your fingers, feeling him drawing figures with his own fingers on your hips. You swore you could stay like this forever.

But his adoring eyes searched your face for something, for answers. You could read him too easily.

“Wanna know how this gonna go?” You asked for him. You saw his Adam’s apple rise and drop, and he just nodded in response. “We are going back to Cali tomorrow, me, Jon, Will and my mom. And Argyle, obviously. El’s gonna stay here with Hopper. I’m going to help my family with their belongings, and they’re coming back and moving to Fort Wayne in two weeks, probably.” You paused.

“And you?” He asked after a beat of silence.

“I… have a summer job. And a paid tuition. So I won’t be able to move back with them just yet.” His eyes fled from yours for a second. “But I’ll visit constantly.” You tried to reassure. Reassure him, or yourself. You weren’t sure. “So, I’ll see you at the end of summer. And you can bother me some more then.”

He laughed, which calmed you down a bit. He didn’t ask anything else for a few more minutes, and you stood in silence as his caresses on your skin were still soothing you.

“I’ll be waiting.” He didn’t look at you as he said it, burying his face on your neck. You closed your eyes and squeezed him harder against you. “By the way, you didn’t jinx me, ‘ya know?” His voice was low and muffled, but you could still discern the words.

“What?” You pulled on his hair, not strongly enough to hurt, only so he would back up and face you again. He did.

“I… I’m not sure, maybe I invented it. I thought I heard you talking to me. You said you’d jinx me. I don’t think you did.”

You were shocked, but managed a response after a few seconds of silence. “You didn’t invent it. I did say that.”

“Really?” You nodded. “Oh, wow, the human mind really is a mystery.” He scoffed. “But, again, you didn’t jinx me. You got me through it, actually.”

You giggled before kissing him as your response. His hands were slowly going up and down your back, calloused tip of his fingers making you shiver. You buried your hands in his hair again. Everything was happening in slow motion, his lips covering yours, his tongue tracing yours, his hands stroking you, raising the hair on your skin. You kissed for what felt like hours before he let you go and those beautiful eyes of his met yours once more.

“Will you stay? Until you really gotta go?”

How could you say no?

So you didn’t.

“I’ll really stay this time. Until I have to go.”

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[jinmukangwrites]

Linked Universe: Choose Your Own Adventure [4]

Master Post

Character Health and Inventory

Previous Part

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(Medium Risk with 71%)

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In the matter of moments, Twilight finds himself only able to think of the battle before him. The group of them have gotten very good at fighting by themselves but keeping an ear out for the others as of late. Code words have become something often used between them. Calls for help, shouts to clear space for a large attack, signals for incoming danger they didn't initially realize.

Twilight falls easily into the comfort that he can fight his opponent before him, and focus on nothing but that opponent. He has faith the others will deal with their enemies, and if anything goes wrong and a Wolfos tries to sneak up on him, then Wild will take them out with his deadly, pin-accurate shots before Twilight can notice.

The Wolfos snarls, slobber dripping from its snout, before it pounces forward. This time, Twilight's able to bring up his shield and block the blow.

While the monster recovers from raking its claws against solid steel, Twilight slams his shield arm forward straight into its face.

He can feel the crunch of long, fragile bones breaking with the force of the slam. The monster howls, stumbling back with blood leaking from its nose.

Red, thankfully.

"You call yourself a wolf?" Twilight taunts despite knowing the creature probably couldn't understand him. "An insult to the noble creatures. I should know."

He swings his sword forward, feeling the air itself slice with the blade. The weapon sings on target, tearing a gash through fur and hide. Blood pours from the new wound stretching across the monster's chest.

It shrieks, gurgling and choking on its own life. Twilight doesn't allow the creature to recover before sliding his boots through the ground, repositioning himself, and swinging the sword back the other way. The sword slices violently through gullet, not deep enough to decapitate, but deep enough for the monster to fall limply to the ground and suffocate to death within mere moments.

By the time Twilight turns around, all the other Wolfos have been downed. One in particular looks suspiciously like a pincushion as Wild attempts to salvage what arrows he can.

Everyone looks unhurt. In fact, most of them look quite exhilarated. It may have been an unwanted battle, but good battles always lift morale.

"Okay," Legend huffs, wiping blood off his sword on the edge of a nearby boulder. "What do we do now-?"

A flash of purple illuminates the sky in the distance, startling everyone into turning around and raising their guards.

"Should we uh," Four starts hesitantly as the purple flash slowly dissipates below the canopies of the trees, "check that out?"

"You want to go toward the weird purple light?" Wild asks, giving him a raised eyebrow.

"Purple light is textbook bad guy stuff," Legend says, frowning, "our kind of bad guy stuff, unfortunately. As much as I hate it, we should check it out."

"Agreed; it could be a portal opening," Warriors adds in.

"Old man?" Hyrule asks, turning towards the only one willing to call himself a leader for the group.

Time grunts and folds his arms across his chest. "None of us are injured, and if it's a portal, it's our responsibility. However, we should travel carefully. Someone would have had to opened the portal, someone that would have heard the Wolfos'. Something could be waiting for us."

"Let's get a move on then." Twilight sheaths his sword. "We don't have much daylight left."

-o-o-o-o-

Just as Hyrule had mentioned earlier, there's a river in their way as they step off the path and into the heart of the forest. It's not a deep river, in fact it's probably nothing more than a glorified stream. The middle of the wide river runs calmly over round pebbles, its depths never reaching above the lips of Twilight's boots.

Or well, he thinks it wouldn't reach the top of his boots. However, he's not wearing boots right now. He figured it would be more useful for him to be "Wolfie" for this trek, scouting just a few seconds ahead of the others with superior senses.

It's strange being able to transform without hiding himself first. Yet, it's almost just as relieving as it is strange. He knew none of the others would... react badly to the revelation of his shifting forms. Yet, fears are not exactly reasonable.

He's just glad that it's over with.

The group travels across the river, then into the trees beyond, silently. It's not a long walk, in fact, before long, the purple hue of the mysterious light could be seen weaving through the grass and the edges of leaves.

Twilight stops in his tracks, fur beginning to stand straight up along his back.

The others notice his stressed position, and fall still behind him, silent.

Just through this final line of trees is a clearing. Tall grass blows gently in the sunset breeze. Just as suspected, a portal glows eerily from the center of the clearing, a mix of swirling purple and black.

But that isn't the only thing in the clearing, and the breeze isn't the only thing causing the grass to blow.

Laying on the ground, like a large boulder, lays a sleeping mound; its snores strong enough to rival the wind.

"Hinox," Wild breathes, barely loud enough to be heard over the snores and his eyes wide in shock as his fingers are already making their way towards his bow.

Legend rolls his eyes. "Of course that beast is one of yours," he says quietly, matching Wild's tone.

"No," Wild replies, "this doesn't look like the ones back home. There's black ones, but this one..." The Hinox snores, a single unconscious eyelid opens just a sliver before closing again, revealing a pure red iris.

Twilight internally groans.

"Do you think it's infected?" Time asks, giving a narrowed look at the beast.

"Knowing our luck?" Wild replies helplessly, looking pale.

"So what," Legend says, "I say we sneak past it, the portal's right there and it's asleep."

"The closer we get to it, the sharper it's hearing is," Wild replies. "I've gotten good at sneaking up on these guys, but that took months. Don't take this the wrong way, but some of you aren't the best at stealth."

Time frowns, and Twilight can't help but agree. Most of the chain has found themselves quite good at brute forcing their ways through things while Wild nearly seemed to be the only one who could actually walk without his footsteps making a sound. Sneaking past the thing would be risky indeed.

"We don't have to be completely silent," Legend says, pointing towards the clearing. "We can go around the clearing out of its hearing, then approach the portal from the other side. If it hears us, it'll have to wake up and go around the portal before it can reach us. By then, we can be running. I'm not good at sneaking, but running is something most of us can do."

"... Or we could ambush it."

Everyone glances down at Hyrule, who blushes but stands his ground.

"Even if the Collector is right, that's still real risky," he continues. "It could be faster than we think and cut us off from the portal. We might as well attack it all at once while it's sleeping. We could kill it before it can even have a chance to stand up."

Time nods. "We can have Champion sneak up on it, and get the first hits in. Do you know it's weaknesses?"

Wild nods. "It's eye. I can usually get a good shot in on these things before they get smart and cover their eyes. It's pretty reliable to stun them that way."

"You can stun it," Warriors says, "and we can hit it with everything we've got before it recovers. Then we don't have to worry about sneaking at all."

"I don't know... I like Collectors idea," Four says. "Infected monsters are unpredictable and crazy strong. I don't think going in with swords swinging is a good idea."

"I agree," Sky says. "We shouldn't push our luck."

"Maybe there's another way?" Wind adds hesitantly, but he doesn't offer any new ideas. Clearly, he looks weary about fighting such a large, unfamiliar monster.

Stats: Twilight gains 1d6 of HP (100/100HP)

If it felt forced that the group came to this portal, no worries. This is a tutorial, once we reach Chapter 1, it should be more free exploding for you guys :) just gotta get y'all there first.

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