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harrysbelovedd · 3 days

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the kook's girl [rafe cameron]

pairing - rafe cameron x kook reader

summary - being the only girl in the kook friend group, you were always taken care of. especially since you and rafe started dating four months ago. safe to say, everyone on the island knew not to mess with you if they valued their life at all. so, when the tourons came to town in the summer, the kook boys always got their bit of fun.

warnings - swearing, fighting, just our fav protective!rafe

"Sarah, it's our song!" She slurred, grabbing onto her best friend's hand, pulling her onto the dance floor.

Rafe and Sarah are never on good terms, but Rafe knows no matter how much he hates his sister, she'll always be his girl's best friend. He's grateful for it sometimes, as annoying as it can be, it's just one more person who cares about her and is always looking out for her when Rafe can't be.

But tonight, as both kook girls are drunk off their asses, Rafe keeps a close eye. He spots John B doing the same from across the club as he sits next to Kiara, still keeping a close eye on his girl, Sarah.

Rafe sits in a booth at the club, nursing a glass of whiskey in his palm. Topper and Kelce sit next to him, talking about things he could not care less about at the moment. For example, the girls on the dance floor they want to take home, golf, etc.

No, Rafe's attention is solely on the girl who lights up the dance floor in her sparkly pink dress which Rafe bought for her just three days prior. Her gold necklace with the letter 'R' hanging from her neck shines brightly as the club lights hit it. Her baby pink kitten heels travel her elegantly across the floor as her arm remains tightly latched onto Sarah's as they dance in tune.

He barely even notices the slight smile etched onto his lips in affection as he takes a slow sip from his glass.

"Yo!"

Rafe's attention is abruptly moved from his girl to his dumbass friends as Topper pulls on his white half-way unbuttoned shirt.

"What?" Rafe spits, rolling his eyes at their antics.

"Tourons, 12 o'clock." Topper warns.

"What the fuck? I think they're looking at Y/n and Sarah, man." Kelce points out, suddenly sitting up straighter as they both snap out of their previous conversations to keep an eye on the situation.

This catches his attention as he clocks the three sun burnt tourists waltzing in wearing khaki shorts, polos, and flip flops. Idiots. He notices one of them point in Y/n's direction as the other's snicker, laughing as they spoke to each other.

Rafe’s eyes dart back to Y/n, oblivious as ever, in her own little world.

"I've almost been waiting to pick a fight," He confesses. "Just wait till they get too close."

The three morons make their way in the direction of Y/n. One particular guy, wearing a blue tropical button up, comes up behind Y/n, tapping her shoulder. Rafe is just close enough to overhear the conversation.

“Hey, I’m Ethan,” he smirks, hungry eyes looking her up and down.

She turns around, her smile slightly fading at his stare. “Um, hi.” She spins back around, grabbing onto Sarah.

“You two are pretty little things, out here by yourselves.” He chuckles, his hand moving to her shoulder.

“You gonna go out there man?” Topper asks, getting anxious for the girls.

“No, just wait. I want a real excuse to kill em’.” Rafe responds, his fists clenching.

Ethan’s grimy hands near Y/n’s neck, his index finger latching onto her gold ‘R’ necklace. “What’s your name, hm? R…?”

“You’re gonna regret that,” Y/n whispers, her eyes meeting Rafe.

Rafe stands, marching over to Ethan. Rafe’s fist latches onto the back of his collar, pulling him back as Y/n’s necklace slips from his grasp. Rafe turns him around, knocking a punch to his jaw, blood spurting from his lips onto Rafe’s face.

Rafe lets go aggressively, the boy falling to the ground forcefully. Rafe smirks, his ringed hand coming up to wipe Ethan’s blood from his jaw. “The ‘R’ stands for Rafe. Her boyfriend.” He states before knocking one more punch to the boy’s cheek.

“I-I’m sorry,” He pathetically whimpers, begging for mercy.

“She clearly had zero fucking interest in you, yet you continued,” He chuckles. Rafe leans down, pulling Ethan’s neck up by his collar. “You better hope your flight out of here is tomorrow morning. If not, watch your back man.”

Topper and Kelce come into view, peering at the man below Rafe, only inciting more fear into the poor tourist. Ethan’s two friends quickly pull him up, scattering out of the club as fast as they can.

Rafe turns to Y/n, his demeanor immediately turning soft, a side of himself only she gets to see. “You okay, baby?” He asks, his eyes scanning over her face for any discomfort.

“I’m okay, just some asshole tourist.” She rolls her eyes, manicured fingers grasping onto her necklace.

His eyes flick down to her hand, she only fidgets with her necklace when she’s uncomfortable or nervous. He feels more rage and anger boil up inside him thinking about how that guy ruined her night of fun with Sarah.

“Wanna go home, baby?” Rafe whispers softly, fingers pushing her hair behind her ears.

She bites her lip in debate, turning toward her friend Sarah. Sarah nods her head, “It’s okay, I’m gonna have John B take me back to his place too, it’s getting late anyway.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s go home. I’ll text you Sarah, we can hang out tomorrow, yeah?” Y/n feels guilty, her and Sarah haven’t gotten to spend as much time together ever since she started dating John B and hanging out with his friends more.

Y/n had nothing against the pogues, she thought the rivalry was stupid and childish. She actually found them quite nice, but she spends every minute with her best friends, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce.

Rafe slings his arm around her shoulder after giving his goodbyes to Topper and Kelce, walking you to his truck. He opens the door for you without a word, buckling you in and shutting the door.

When he gets in on his side, starting the truck, he looks over at his girl at her sad eyes. “What’s wrong, angel?”

She sniffles, “I just miss Sarah. Wanted to hang out with her tonight but those guys ruined it.”

Rafe’s hand slips around her thigh, patting it lovingly. “I know, hon. I’m sorry. I’ll make sure Sarah gets her ass off the cut tomorrow to hang out with you, okay?”

She smiles, her hand finding comfort atop Rafe’s. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

#rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #outer banks #obx fic #rafe obx #rafe cameron fluff #protective rafe #rafe x reader

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ghoultrifle · 2 months

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Pissboy Chronicles Part 5 - Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures (Chapter 1/3)

WC: 1.5k

Summary: Phantom struggles to hold it during a road trip.

Notes: guys it's piss again, yippeeeee. this is chapter one of a three chapter fic, no unusual warnings for this chapter but tags will be updated as they come out.

CWs: piss, wetting, desperation, etc. and semi-public masturbation but it's just the other ghouls

ahahah i haven't written in ages please be nice and reblog it and leave nice comments about our little pissboy <3

Read below the cut or on AO3

Phantom sits in the backmost seat of the van, bladder aching. He knows he shouldn’t have had that extra Mountain Dew when Swiss stopped to fuel up but it was such an exciting colour, how couldn’t he? Between Mount and Cirrus up front, having a deadly serious conversation about the feasibility of space travel; Aurora, Cumulus and Dewdrop in the middle playing what has to be the world’s most heated game of uno; and Swiss and Rain on either side of Phantom, both staring wistfully out their respective windows, he thinks he’s safe.

Safe from the prying, vulture-eyes of his packmates. He reaches to subtly clench his dick, reaching to pull his hoodie down as his hand wraps around his crotch, squeezing tightly. He almost doubles over at the sensation, bringing both relief and a sense of urgency that wasn’t there before. He can’t ask Cirrus to stop again, he’s pretty sure she’ll leave him at the gas station if he does. The poor ghoul has lost track of how many times he’s made the pack stop. Each time he sheepishly raises his voice from the back of the van, it’s met with a litany of groans and occasionally a travel pillow being thrown at him. But it’s never been this bad before. He can normally ask to stop before he’s on the verge of wetting himself. Yet here he is, dick threatening to spurt with every bump Cirrus not-so-gracefully drives over, at full speed. Alas, they’re running late because of him already.

He’s wrestling with his thoughts, plagued with the decision of what, if anything, to say. Will his next words be asking for permission or forgiveness? Begging the ghoulette to pull over, even if it’s just on the side of the road; or admitting to his entire pack that he’s pissed himself like a petulant child who swore he didn’t need to go when they left. The quintessence ghoul’s brain can’t handle either of those outcomes and before he can settle on a third choice, he’s interrupted by a suspiciously damp sensation on the pads of his fingers. He brings them up and inspects them in the sunlight, glistening. Shit.

“Hey bug, whatcha looking at?” Swiss probes. Even bigger shit.

“Uhh just checking my nails,” he replies, keeping his eyes down at his crotch, noticing the wet spot that’s outlining the head of his dick.

Phantom thanks Satan his feeble excuse seems to satisfy the multi ghoul, returning back to staring at the horizon. Good news considering Phantom’s dick is now spurting in quick, irregular intervals, his basketball shorts turning a dark shade as he clamps his legs together to abate the stream. He can get away with it - the seats are separated and no one’s paying any attention - but only if he doesn’t drip onto the floor. So he relieves himself in small bursts, allowing his boxers, shorts, and the upholstery to soak up his release before relaxing his muscles again to piss some more. It’s painful each time and he struggles to dam the flood. Not only is it painful to deny himself the relief his bladder is screaming for, but he would be lying if he said it wasn’t turning him on. Many times, he’s suffered at the hands of another ghoul, being filled up with water only to beg them for release. But this is a different experience entirely. It’s a distinctive type of shame that only comes with a true accident, and boy is it getting him hot and bothered. This is what all the fantasies he’s played out with Rain have been leading up to, an honest-to-Satan mistake, a misjudgement with very wet consequences.

Several agonising minutes pass, counted by Phantom’s continual contraction and relaxation of his muscles. His core is aching from his efforts to keep still, not to squirm like he so wantonly would if this was a scene. This time, there is no punishment, just the shame of knowing he can’t control himself. It’s with Cirrus’ unceremonious approach to a rather large pothole that lets Phantom release the last of his stream. He’s soaked, the entirety of his shorts a darker shade than he’d left the abbey with; holding just enough liquid that they shouldn’t drip when he stands, the seat definitely got the worst of it, he thinks.

The other problem with basketball shorts? They do a terrible job at hiding his ever-growing erection. Forgetting he’s sharing a van with seven other ghouls, his mind wanders to how wet he is, feeling the fabric clinging to him and basking in the warmth provided by his release. Completely lost in his thoughts, he ponders the scenarios in which he’s found out. It’s not that he wants to be called out but if Cumulus were to find him all wet, red hot and embarrassed and tease him about it, press her hand against his soggy clothes then maybe jack him off in the bathroom, he wouldn’t be opposed to it.

He’s brought out of his daydream as Cirrus slams on the brakes, muttering something about a jackass who needs to learn to drive. Phantom squeaks as his hand is pushed right onto his aching dick. Despite his state of saturation, he feels the unmistakable sensation of his cock leaking, making the inside of his boxers sticky. He’s in too deep now, there’s no way he’s getting out of the van without cumming. Looking around, everyone still seems occupied; most notably Swiss is playing on Phantom’s switch (he’ll be having words when he can form a coherent sentence) and Rain is asleep, that ghoul can and will sleep anywhere.

So Phantom subtly reaches his hand into his hoodie pouch, dragging it over the tent in his shorts. He grasps around his dick as much as he can through the layers and has to hold back a whimper at how sensitive he is; for better or worse, he’s sure this will be over quickly. Swiss shoots him a glare as he shuffles in his seat, near-groaning at the renewed wetness engulfing him, “Oh- um- what are you playing?” Phantom asks, desperate to divert attention off him.

“Quit moaning, it’s not like you were gonna play it mister carsick, and you can see it’s minecraft, kid, come on.”

“Yeah- sorry, think I should maybe- um get my eyes checked,” he chuckles, a poor alternative to moaning as he realises he hasn’t stopped jacking himself for this conversation. Immediately he looks away to signal to Swiss he’s done, not sure he’d be able to keep it together for many more words without a whine sneaking out and giving him away.

With the focus back on his cock, Phantom strokes himself from root to tip, feeling the squelch as he compresses the material. He feels his dick leaking with each pass of the soaked fabric over himself. He thinks about the mess he’s going to have made at the end of it all; walking- waddling- to the bathroom, peeling down his shorts, then his boxers and looking at the sticky mix of piss and cum coating them. What if Mountain walked in on him, cautious not to leave the bug behind, only to see Phantom with his shamefully wet shorts around his knees, hard cock leaking against his belly?

The thought is too much and before Phantom has time to react, his orgasm is creeping up on him with a force almost as explosive as his bladder. His whole body shivers as he paints the inside of his underwear with a streaky white. He screws his eyes shut as his cock spurts what feels like an endless amount of cum, coating his cock with nowhere to go in the fibres of the saturated fabric. The quintessence ghoul fights to keep his breathing even and his throat closed as he strokes himself through the orgasm, slightly disappointed no one even batted an eye, although it’s probably for the best, lest they find out why else he’s wet.

Minutes pass and thankfully it’s Dewdrop that calls a stop this time, one too many iced coffees Phantom suspects. Regardless of the reason, Phantom is just glad to have a chance to clean up. He makes his way to the bathroom with his travel bag slung conveniently around his waist. He’ll change his bottoms and then sit on his hoodie to keep the new ones dry.

Rain catches up to the ghoul despite his slightly hurried pace, “Hey Rainy, how was your na-” he’s interrupted by the water ghoul bringing his hand down to slap Phantom’s ass.

“Don’t think you’ve gotten away with this, bug,” Rain threatens, bringing his now wet hand up to hold Phantom’s chin, turning the younger ghoul to look at him. Phantom gulps, “You’re not as subtle as you think, baby,” he pauses, “and don’t you dare think I’ll let this slide.”

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stevenssticks · 9 months

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okay since you write for Dave … js imagining this with him but it’s sooo cliche . ☹️☹️ but it’s hot js hear me out !!

Your Dave’s gbsf , met a while ago but the era I’m thinking for this is 1992 , basically you’ve been to his house / apt ( whatever you want ) a lot of times . Y’all have cuddled so closely , but never fucked yk ? 🤷🏾‍♀️ anyways one days ur waiting for Dave to come back cuz he let you borrow his keys

Anyways he comes home Earlier than expected … ( I think we all know where this is going ) he heard his name obvi and he finds you …. Uhh you knoww 😁😁 … anyways you get up very embarrassed and surprised ! 🤭🤭 so a few seconds after you get up you try to leave but he corners you against the wall and just spurts out “how often do you touch yourself???” Your baffled , but ya don’t wanna respond but at the same time .. this is very hot . Anyways sooo your like “Dave what??” He goes “you heard me.” You go “uhh I don’ always do that” he GOESSS “your lying, such a slut” you might’ve created a very visible wet spot down there … 🤥🤥🫣 anyways so than y’all js go at it then and there 🤗 . This was very rushed but yeah !!

- 🌎 Anon

prompts like this are always my fav and for what…. like i love writing bsfs to lovers etc more than established relationship stuff and THIS TROPE IS SOOOOO🫣🫣🫣 idc if it’s cliche it’s so hot. however i’m gonna go a slightly more sappy/romantic route w this cuz i think it suits this a lot better for like a first time yk.

i’m imagining This Dave for this ask bc mghhhghmm it’s my favorite. anywayyyy

so ur waiting for dave to come home. you two have been friends for a while now and there’s this unspoken tension between the two of you. you’ve gotten so close atp. you two travel together and just get a king size bed, not a double. when you come over, you sleep in his bed as well. you wind up on top of him, his strong arms wrapped around you, face pressed into his chest and his big hand on the back of your head. giving your head some scratches.

you don’t expect dave to be home for another hour and a half. you get bored of watching tv, moseying your way over into dave’s bedroom and flopping down onto the mattress. you look up at the ceiling. your hands lightly run over your body, and slowly wander to the band of your shorts. your fingers rub over your clit as your eyes close, letting out a breath before your thoughts wander. you imagine it was dave’s hands touching you. your lips part as you think about his fingers fucking you nice and slow. whispering in your ear how good you’re doing, how tight you are around his fingers. you kick off your shorts and underwear, taking your other hand and pushing your shirt up to play with your nipples.

“dave…” you murmur, and then two of your fingers plunge inside of you. “dave-!”

and then the door slams open.

“hello-? oh. oh wow. okay.” dave is standing in the doorway. mouth open so wide it looks like his jaw might dislocate. you are paralyzed on dave’s bed, right hand covering yourself while the other reaches for your shorts to pull them back on.

“fuck, dave. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry… oh my god. i’m gonna head out. okay? yeah. i’m gonna leave.” you pull your shorts and underwear back on as quick as possible before jumping off the bed and trying to run past him, but dave grabs your hand.

“how often do you do this?” his eyes are boring into yours. you avert yours quickly. face feeling even hotter than it already was.

“what?”

“i said how often do you do this? in my bed.”

“dave, i don’t- i cant.”

“i think you can, honey. tell me.”

“i don’ do it often… i swear. it was the heat of the moment. god, can i just leave? i’m sorry-“

“can i kiss you?” dave is staring at you so intensely, and you don’t even feel like answering. you practically lunge at him, grabbing his face and dragging him to your level so you can smash your lips into his, wet and messy. dave groans into the kiss, grabbing your hips and then moving one hand down to your ass and squeezing, then lifting you up. you open your mouth in a gasp. dave takes this opportunity to dip his tongue into your mouth, plush lips moulding against yours so perfectly.

dave moves you to the bed, laying you down gently and crawling over you, continuing to kiss you as he does so. he doesn’t wanna let you go for a second. he’s been waiting for this too long. wanting you for too long. he makes sure to express this to you.

“fuck… you sounded so pretty saying my name like that… wanted this for so long. think about you all the time.” you’re shaking in his arms at this point, unable to believe this is really happening. “take those pretty shorts off for me.”

you immediately start shimmying your shorts down your legs, dave sitting up to aid you in sliding them off, leaving your panties on, a small patch of wetness visible from the outside. dave just stares for a moment, making you cover your eyes in embarrassment, and then slides down onto his stomach. he reaches up to grab your arms and pull them down so he can interlock your fingers before leaning down and licking right over your clothed cunt. you let out a whine, which he responds with squeezing your hands and licking again, this time more firmly. he lets one of your hands go to then pull your panties to the side and attach his mouth to your clit, sucking hard.

your back arches and you crane your head back, mouth opening wide and letting out a moan so loud you know the neighbors heard it. you’re too far gone to care. dave is switching between sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue. then he moves the hand not holding yours to plunge two fingers inside you, just like you had thought about earlier. you squeal, resulting in dave moaning into your pussy, which just makes you even louder. dave is french kissing your cunt now, tongue running all over, spit and your juices running down his chin and smearing on his cheeks and nose. he’s so sloppy with it, so messy. you’re so close, you squeeze his hand hard.

“dave… gonna cum-“ you reach down and pull his hair with your free hand, legs locking around his head, keeping him in place. dave looks up at you, lips soaked and pretty pink, pupils dilated, eyelids low. he’s properly drunk on the taste of you, and the sight pushes you over the edge. “oh fuck… oh fuck…!! i’m cumming!” and that’s it. white light flashes behind your eyelids and fireworks shoot up your spine, your clit aching in dave’s mouth, legs shaking around his head. dave’s fingers slow their movements inside you, until he finally eases them out of you. you can’t keep your eyes open, breathing still heavy. dave nudges your legs off his shoulders, crawling up to kiss you, warm and deep.

“did so good for me. taste so good. enjoy yourself, honey?”

“mhm…” you kiss him again. you can taste yourself on his lips. and then you feel his hardness nudging at your thigh.

you’re not done yet.

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OWAAHBJCJM okay i told myself i wouldn’t be answering any more asks then i saw this in my inbox and folded. anyways. hope you enjoyed<3

#🌎 anon #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth #metallica

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edgy-ella · 6 months

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~~THE EDGY ELLA MASTERLIST~~

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Little Diamond: A short fic of Tomoko finding Josuke in the hospital after his battle with Kira. Completed on 6/18/2021.

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Unlike Mechs, I Can Grow: Being a teenager, Sonic was bound to hit his growth spurt at some point. His robot doppelganger wishes it could say the same. Completed 4/22/2022.

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Proshippers: I’m not a shipping guy and stay out of ship discourse, but I don’t have a good track record with proshippers. If you can’t handle me dunking on your problematic ship, then we probably won’t get along.

NSFW/kink accounts: No thank you, not my thing. Not on main, anyways. I don’t mind if you post NSFW on a side account, though.

MAPs: Pedos can suck my big fat adult cock

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returnofaion · 2 years

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Comprehensive Physical HCs: Part 1

Thank you @lewdestconcubine for sending me this to work on.

FULL NAME Shukuro Tsukishima

PREFERRED NAME/NICKNAME Tsukishima, Shuu, or Tsuki all work

APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: [Do you have a faceclaim for your character?]

He gets plenty of facetime in the manga/anime, so there’s no need for an additional faceclaim.

SEX: [Is their anatomy male, female, or other? Was this always the case?]

Tsukishima is anatomically male and always has been. But because his powers give him comprehensive knowledge of the memories of his victims, he knows what having the other sex’s anatomy is like.

HEIGHT: [how tall/short are they?]

He is 6’6’’ (or 198 cm)

WEIGHT: [how heavy/light are they?]

He’s about 161 lbs (73 kg)

BUILD: [Thin? Fat? Bulky? Muscular? Toned? etc]

Tsukishima is thin and long limbed to the point of appearing underweight and lanky, but he’s very well toned. Because of all the training he does with Ginjo, there’s very little fat on him, and his weight is primarily muscle and bone. So, despite appearing kind of frail, he’s heavier and sturdier than he might look.

HAIR: [describe their hair, is it long or short? Soft or course? Do they style it a certain way? Do they dye it?]

He has shoulder length black hair that has a layered, wavy texture. He doesn’t dye it or particularly style it, but he takes care of it and uses leave in products to prevent tangling (travelling with Fullbring the first few times taught him that lesson the hard way). The time he spends speeding through the air gives it a windswept look that he pushes back or tucks behind his ears. If he really needs his hair out of the way (for cooking primarily), he’ll pin the front pieces back. But he often just lets it fall forward to shield his face. It’s soft and fine in texture, giving it a lot of movement.

SKIN: [What colour is their skin? Is it rough or smooth? Is it soft or hard? Note: feel free to change this to fur/scales etc if that’s more appropriate for your character!]

He’s pale, but with a warm undertone. His skin is mostly soft and smooth, adding to the lanky, frail look. But there are some residual white stretch marks on his back and knees from the growth spurt to his full height that haven’t faded quite despite time and care. And there are a couple of faded training scars on his arms and back.

EYES: [What colour are their eyes? Do they have a distinctive sparkle or do they look kind of dull and tired? Long or short eyelashes? Eye bags? Wrinkles? Hooded lids?]

Tsukishima has hooded, chocolate brown eyes with dark long lashes. His eyes are expressive (compared to the rest of him), but he often only shows speculation, amusement, or annoyance.

MOUTH: [Big mouth or small? Plump lips or thin lips? Perfect white teeth or crooked, gappy ones?]

His mouth is on the bigger side, with thinner lips. He has perfect white teeth from years of careful care, and he’s practiced at giving charming smiles.

NOSE: [Big or little? Pointy or bulbous? Huge, cavernous nostrils or teeny little ones?]

He has a long, thin nose that works well on the rest of his face. The end is more pointed, but it doesn’t stick out abnormally, and the nostrils are proportionally thin. You might describe it as a thinner take on a “Grecian” nose profile.

HANDS: [Big or small? Manicured fingernails? Claws? Wrinkles? Visible veins? Bony knuckles? Or smooth skin and soft features?]

Tsukishima’s hands are very big, but proportional to the rest of him ( long and thin). Because there’s no extra fat on him, he has visible veins and bonier knuckles. He doesn’t do anything extra to take care of his hands, but he keeps his nails trimmed and clean. And the texture is surprisingly rough from training callouses and papercuts, and surprisingly dry from handling paper so much.

FEET: [Big or small? Bony or plump? Trimmed toenails? Claws?]

He’s very tall, and his feet are big and long to match, averaging around size 14. They’re on the bonier and veiny side like his hands, but he keeps them clean and the nails trimmed. But he keeps shoes on unless he has a specific reason to remove them, as he’s used to a more transient lifestyle.

SCARS: [Any visible scars?]

Tsukishima has a very visible scar just above and to the outside of his left eye, bisecting the brow. This was from a childhood accident, the hollow attack that put him in Ginjou’s care. He also has many faded scars from training with Ginjou. They fight full-out and do not pull pushes or blows, so on more than one occasion (before they had Yukio to heal injuries more effectively), Tsukishima found himself injured during this training. Most of these scars are on his limbs, and one long one crosses his back from right shoulder to left hip from a failed attempt to dodge. And as mentioned above, he has some very faded stretch marks from growing so tall so fast as a teen.

CLOTHES: [What is their clothing style?]

He prefers to dress in business casual: slacks, white button up shirt, suspenders (necessary because of his build), and nice loafer style shoes. He doesn’t add accessories that don’t serve a purpose (gloves, hat, umbrella, etc.). Because his build requires custom tailoring to look good, it’s easiest to acquire nicer clothing from places that offer those services. And these clothes also serve to make him look respectable and trustworthy, so he doesn’t mind keeps them in good condition. To relax or in bed, he tends to wear just a t-shirt and pajamas/sweats that have a drawstring. And he will dress to the occasion or role if necessary, but between a very fast metabolism and how much energy he expends with Fullbring, he tends to feel cold and prefers sleeves, jackets, and or other coverups. Basically, his style is nice, but basic, utilitarian, and practical.

#◜◷◞ [THE UNWRITTEN PAST]: headcanons #tsp activity check

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cittsah · 3 years

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Okay but what would be class 1-A's reaction if they found out about ice skating and gymnastics. Like specificallly the crazy shit.

Gymnasts going in trapedes without any kind of protection and doing splits mid-air while flying qround. Ice skaters being thrown 3ft off the ground while spinning only to land perfectly with no consequences.

Imagine their reaction to the Olympics, hell, imagine their reactions to skating im general

“Humans can’t fly” Sure they can XD just in very short spurts!

I think traveling along that vein circuses would also be fascinating. Not just trapeze stuff but aerial silks, acrobatic horse acts/ trick riding, those dirtbike daredevil stunts, etc.

Some of these acts would probably look like absolute insanity. These humans are pushing themselves to the absolute brink of their capabilities, pulling incredibly dangerous stunts, but what for? To prove they can? For entertainment?

Sports and games in general do have important roles in development, so most societies (heck most loving things) have them. But to take it to such an extreme degree?

It would all seem so incredibly foolish but also, occasionally, oddly beautiful. Feats like those shine a spotlight on how humans have a rabid drive to live, but also an insatiable need to push limitations. To stare death in the face as they dance with the grim reaper.

No doubt there are blunders and fumbles and tragic accidents, which are heavily documented in the human internet. At the end of the day that never stops humans from trying. Some would call it foolish, others would call it resilient. (Plus a lot of sentients would start to gain a guilty pleasure in human fail compilation videos. You don’t get to those skill levels without taking a few tumbles and humans seem to take failure with some humor)

#accidental human acquisition #humans are space orcs au #bnha au #bnha

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thecolordemon · 4 years

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Paws and Claws event: Beelzebub NSFW short story 🦁❤😈💧🔞

Beelzebub x reader/Mc

My headcanon: The brothers have the mating behavior of the animals from the paws and claws event (Lucifer -> wolf, Beelzebub -> lion etc.)

❗⚠️NSFW⚠️

two versions: male mc and female mc

Requested by: @suga-cream-chocolate

Luke's potion, that turned your beloved demon brothers into demon-animal hybrids, seemed to influence the behavior of all of them. Mammon was even more playful and didn't want to share you, Lucifer totally bloomed in his position of an alpha and Satan was even more charming then before.

Belphegor was a little bit more flirtatious and wanted you to be around him all the time and Leviathan became your second shadow and followed you around the house without hestiation. Asmodeus just wanted to cuddle all the time and was even more determinded to show the world how cute you both were together. But the biggest change of behavior affected Beelzebub.

Beelzebub was a quiet and calm nature. Normally. But you couldn't help yourself to notice that this changed. He was still quiet but since he turned he was kind of touchy. He always seemd to appear behind you and pulled you backwards to his chest. His body radiated off a lot of heat and his grip was rather strong. He placed his hands on your shoulders or your hips to keep you in place. It was like he feared that you were going to escape. Right now it was the same.

You were on cooking duty today and watched the soup bubbling on the stove. The soup conisted of meat, broth, a bunch of herbs and croutons. It truly smelled delicious and you took in a deep breath. You were sure the brothers were going to like this. You continued stirring the appetizer constantly when out of all sudden two strong hands placed themself on your hips. Surprised you looked over your shoulder only to find lilac, hungry eyes staring back at you. So close to you, Beel seemed even taller then before.

"Oh. Hello Beel. I didn't hear you coming down the stairs." He mumbled something and burried his nose in your hair. He inhaled your sweet scent and a low growl rumbled in his chest. You, however, mistook it as his usual stomach rumbling. "Yes, I know your hungry. That's why I made an extra large portion for you!" You gave him a sweet smile and leaned back against his hot and strong chest. The growling continued quietly and you were able to feel the dull vibrations which were resulting from it. "Just 10 more minutes, okay?" You looked back to the food when his nails digged deeper into the soft flesh of your hips. It felt demanding. You yelped in surprise and Beel pressed his crotch against your ass.

"But I can't wait anymore..."

His voice was a low growl and he started to nibble on your neck. It send shivers down your spine when you could feel his sharp teeth grazing over your sensitive skin and it was hard to concentrate on the food. What was happening right now??

"B-Beel? W-what are you doing?" you whispered and tilted your head a little bit to the side to give him more access. It just felt so good ... "I feel some different kind of hunger..." he breathed with a husky voice and his hands continued to travel upwards.

*continue reading here if you indentify yourself as a female reader, if you identify as a male then you can scroll down to the male part below this one*

One hand held you in place by your hips but the other one glided upwards and slid underneath the shirt from your uniform. You could feel Beelzebub smiling predatorily when his hand found your left breast and he noticed that you weren't wearing a bra. You watched his big hand moving underneath your shirt as he massaged you and you couldn't stop your nipples from getting hard. His hand felt hot and strong against your soft skin and he started twisting your nipple in all the right ways. You bit your lip to hold back a moan and felt your breath getting faster.

"Beel--I have things to do-what has gotten into you?" He bit your neck and his rough tongue traced over your sensitive spot. "I don't know-" he answered in a deep voice. "I just know that I need you- It's such a pain to see you all the time and not being able to do anything. Everything feels hot when I see you-"

His hips bucked forward against your ass and you had to support yourself next to the stove to not lose your balance. You gasped and now you were pressed between him and the stove. His other hand traveled up too and found your other breast. He pinched both your nipples and pulled at them softly. While doing this he didn't stop to rub his growing erection against your ass.

It nearly took your breath away and the hot steam of the soup wavered right into your face. Your body started getting all hot and ready and Beel sucked on your throat very harshly. His breath came in jagged gasps and you could feel his throbbing erection through his pants. "-what if someone comes in and sees us?-" Your panties were getting damp and you just wished for him to fuck you right here and there.

"I don't care-" he growled and rubbed his clothed length against your ass cheeks. "You're mine-let them see-" That was so different from the Beel you knew. But you liked it. You loved it! Your head fell forward and exposed your neck to him as you moaned. Your nipples were all hard and rosy from his skills and you spread your legs a bit. "Please Beel--undress me-I'm sweating, everything feels hot--"

He didn't hestiate and ripped your skirt in a half. Carelessly he tossed it on the ground and his fingers interwined with the thin fabric of your slip. He took a step back so that he had a good look at your behind and kneeled down. Slowly he started to slide your panties down. Your were still grabbing into the hard material of the kitchenette and bit your lip as you watched him over your shoulder. His eyes were clouded with desire and lust as he slid your panties down your legs. Your juices covered the thin fabric and made it see through. Sticky stripes connected your quivering, wet pussy with your soaked panties.

Beel's eyes went wide and he licked his lips hungrily. You could feel his hot breath tickling over your exposed sex and bit back another moan. The demon of gluttony couldn't hold back anymore considering the banquet right in front of his eyes. Without hestiation he pulled your legs apart and his big, hot tongue swiped over your folds and between them. He groaned satisfied by your taste and started devouring your pussy. Your knuckles turned white because your grip got stronger and it was impossible to stay quiet. His tongue worshipped your clit and the long, greedy swipes made you crazy. Your legs trembled and it was not easy to stay balanced. "Fuck--Beel-" you breathed.

Beelzebub grabbed your ass and squeezed it thightly before his tongue swept over your overflowing entrance and then plunged right into you. The wet, long muscle worked its way deep inside of you and massaged your tightening walls like a professional. His tongue touched all the right spots and twirled and twisted deep inside you. It made you a moaning mess and you had to push your lap back into his face. You wanted more, you craved more! Beel fucked you with his tongue and you couldn't stop yourself from leaking heavily all over his tongue. You coated him with your tasty fluids and moaned his name. He let go of you and withdrew his tongue with a slurping sound before he got up on his feet again. You whined desperately. "Beel--don't stop--"

The next thing you felt were how his thick tip pressed against your wet entrance. His tip was already soaked in precum and smeared his and your juices. Beels hands found your hips again and he watched closely how his tip slid over and between your wet folds. He growled darkly and marked you with his claws. "Bend over the counter-"

You did so without thinking about it. He stepped between your legs and just his tip entered you. It was already so big that it stretched your entrance deliciously. You breath came in shaky, needy cries and you couldn't wait for more. Then, without a warning, he pushed himself into you. His tick cock stretched you in all the right ways and it stung from the pain but when the pain mingled with the pleasure you couldn't care less. Beel let out a raspy moan and started moving right away. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen and it was soon drowned out by his loud moans. You didn't expect him to be so loud and vocal but he was. Your name left his lips like a spell and his thrusts grew stronger and deeper with each motion.

You couldn't even talk because he picked up such a fast pace. Your words would be a stuttering mess. Beel growled close to your ear and it send goose bumps all over your body. You both were sweating and his claws would cause bruises all over your hips and ass. His big tip swept right over your g-spot with every thrust and your walls clenched with anticipation. He fucked you senseless, you couldn't even think straight. Beel moaned when he felt your walls clenching around him and he bit down in your neck. It didn't hurt it just drew more pleasure and shaky moans and cries from you. He marked you as his territory and his thrusts became sloppier and more irregular which meant that he was just as close as you.

"Mc--I'm--coming--"

"--me too--"

He moaned and his thrusts grew stronger and faster one last time before his movements halted, his grip tightend and then he came in long, hot spurts deep inside your quivering pussy as you both reached your release. You couldn't even stop yourself from squirting a little bit when he burried his length so deep inside of you. It drenched his dick and the tiles beneath you.

You and Beelzebub breathed heavily as both came down from your high. Your mind was clouded with dizzy desire from the afterglow but one thought still crossed your mind.

'His behavior definitely changed into the mating behavior from a lion-' You also wondered if this was the case with all of his brothers. But Beel pulled you out of your thoughts. With one swift motion he pulled his length out of you and grabbed you, before he sat you down on the counter. He started cleaning off all the fluids that spurted out from your throbbing pussy and gave you a greedy look.

"I'm not done yet."

*male mc version*

One hand held you in place by your hips but the other one glided upwards and slid underneath the shirt from your uniform. You could feel Beelzebub smiling predatorily when his hand found your left nipple and he started twisting and pinching it right away. You watched his big hand moving underneath your shirt as he massaged you and you couldn't stop your nipples from getting hard. His hand felt hot and strong against your soft skin and he started toying your nipple in all the right ways. You bit your lip to hold back a moan and felt your breath getting faster.

His hips bucked forward against your ass and you had to support yourself next to the stove to not lose your balance. You gasped and now you were pressed between him and the stove. His other hand traveled up too and found your other nipple. He pinched both your nipples and pulled at them softly. While doing this he didn't stop to rub his growing erection against your ass. This didn't leave you uneffected too.

It nearly took your breath away and the hot steam of the soup wavered right into your face. Your body started getting all hot and ready and Beel sucked on your throat very harshly. His breath came in jagged gasps and you could feel his throbbing erection through his pants. "-what if someone comes in and sees us?-" Your own dick was getting hard too and a visible tent built into your pants. Your mind was a rollercoaster. 'Fuck me-please fuck--right here and there-'

"I don't care if they see us-" he growled and rubbed his clothed length against your ass cheeks. "You're mine-let them see-" That was so different from the Beel you knew. But you liked it. You loved it! Your head fell forward and exposed your neck to him as you moaned. Your nipples were all hard and rosy from his skills and you spread your legs a bit. "Please Beel--undress me-I'm sweating, everything feels hot--"

He didn't hestiate and ripped your pants in a half. Carelessly he tossed them on the ground and his fingers interwined with the thin fabric of your boxershorts. He took a step back so that he had a good look at your behind and kneeled down. Slowly he started to slide your boxershorts down. Your were still grabbing into the hard material of the kitchenette and bit your lip as you watched him over your shoulder. His eyes were clouded with desire and lust as he slid your boxers down your legs. Then he turned you around that you had to face him. Your own tip was already leanking with some precum and it made you blush.

Beel's eyes went wide and he licked his lips hungrily. You could feel his hot breath tickling over your erection and bit back another moan. The demon of gluttony couldn't hold back anymore considering the banquet right in front of his eyes. Without hestiation he pulled you closer and his tongue travelled from the root over the underside of the shaft and up to your glistening tip. A deep moan emerged from his throat and he gave you a hungry look. Your dick twitched with anticipation. What a nice view...

Beelzebub groaned satisfied by your taste and started devouring your length. He sucked you in without and problems and soon your tip hit his throat. Your knuckles turned white because your grip got stronger and it was impossible to stay quiet. His tongue worshipped your dick and the long, greedy swipes and twists of his tongue made you crazy. Your legs trembled and it was not easy to stay balanced. "Fuck--Beel-" you breathed. It was so hard not to cum already.

Beelzebub grabbed your ass and squeezed it thightly before his tongue swept over your swollen tip and then he took you into his warm, wet mouth again. The wet, long muscle worked its magic and massaged your twitching dick like a professional. His tongue touched all the right spots and twirled and twisted all over your whole length. It made you a moaning mess and you had to push you hips forward and deeper into his mouth. You wanted more, you craved more! Beel massaged you with his tongue and you couldn't stop the drops of precum which he milked from you so easily. You coated his tongue with your tasty fluids and moaned his name. He let go of you and your hardened length popped out of his mouth with a slurping sound before he got up on his feet again. You whined desperately. "Beel--don't stop--"

He turned you around, so that you were facing the wall and stove again. The next thing you felt was how his thick tip pressed against your entrance. His tip was already soaked in precum and smeared it all over your tight hole. Beels hands found your hips again and he watched closely how his tip slid over your entrance again and again. He licked over the fingers of his right hand and coated them in sticky saliva. Firstly he pushed one finger inside your thight butthole then a second finger followed. He stretched and prepared you. In the end he used three fingers and curled them deep inside of you. It caused you to moan up loudly. He growled darkly and marked you with his claws. "Bend over the counter-"

You couldn't even talk because he picked up such a fast pace. Your words would be a stuttering mess. Beel growled close to your ear and it send goose bumps all over your body. You both were sweating and his claws would cause bruises all over your hips and ass. His big tip swept right over your prostate and with every thrust and your walls clenched with anticipation. He fucked you senseless, you couldn't even think straight. Beel moaned when he felt your walls clenching around him and he bit down in your neck. It didn't hurt it just drew more pleasure and shaky moans and cries from you. He marked you as his territory and his thrusts became sloppier and more irregular which meant that he was just as close as you. Your own dick throbbed with excitement and your tip was reddened because of the pleasure.

"Mc--I'm--coming--"

"--me too--"

He moaned and his thrusts grew stronger and faster one last time before his movements halted, his grip tightend and then he came in long, hot spurts deep inside of you as you both reached your release. You screamed his name and came hard. Your dick twitched violently and painted the whole counter with thick white stripes of cum. It even drenched the tiles beneath you when your orgasm became weaker and the cum dribbled down from your tip.

You and Beelzebub breathed heavily as both came down from your high. Your mind was clouded with dizzy desire from the afterglow but one thought still crossed your mind.

'His behavior definitely changed into the mating behavior from a lion-" You also wondered if this was the case with all of his brothers. But Beel pulled you out of your thoughts. With one swift motion he pulled his length out of you and grabbed you, before he sat you down on the counter. He started cleaning off all the fluids that spurted out from your throbbing cock and gave you a greedy look.

"I'm not done yet."

(By the way this was my first time writing male x male. I would be very grateful for some feedback because I would like to know if I could do something better of I described something wrong.❤)

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a-witch-in-endor · 3 years

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Hi! You write so beautifully that I was wondering what your writing journey was like. Have you written fanfiction for a long time and in what ways have you seen your writing improve over the years?

Hi! This is a very nice question, thank you for asking. :-)

I used to write fanfic (and original stories) a lot as a teenager. I also used to read pretty much any fiction book that was put in front of me. However, I then went through about a decade in which I put fic (and most written fiction) down, because I decided I was a Serious Person who would Change the World. I collected several degrees, travelled all over the world, worked a bunch of really weird and wonderful jobs, etc etc etc. And then I came back to fic.

Now, to be fair to what happened, I never stopped reading fic. I basically considered it my guilty pleasure. I was reading academic books instead of fiction, but I would often go to bed with a good fanfic, because I could read short stories and... well, it was comfortable and I liked it. But then I found myself really stressed out - I was working two jobs (one of which was very demanding), studying fulltime and taking extra classes for “fun” (i.e. because I am a nerd), living thousands of miles from my home country, and trying to make decisions about my career. And I found myself sitting in a Starbucks, halfway through an essay, pile of books next to me, replying to work emails... and I just broke. I sat and poured out a ridiculous Marvel fanfic in a very short period of time, and I felt better. And then I realised that writing fic is a great stress release for me.

Anyway, as I broke through “I’m so stressed and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life” to “I have figured out my career path and I’m stressed for containable reasons”, I decided to stop pretending fic was a dirty secret and embrace it. I like fanfic. I like writing - it’s fun. I like reading - it’s comfortable. A bunch of people in my life know that it’s a hobby, some read my stuff, and the most negative response I’ve gotten is the reminder that I probably need a hobby that isn’t actually productive. So yeah, I’ve gotten over needing to be a Serious Person Taken Seriously, partly because I’ve gained enough qualifications that I no longer really care, and now I’m re-embracing the same things I enjoyed when I was a teenager.

Looking back at what I wrote as a teenager is interesting. I’m not sure I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on that, so thanks for prompting it!

I think there are two significant ways in which I was a better writer when I was young:

1. I only spoke one language. I had a pocketful of phrases from my parent’s native tongue, and a handful of prayer phrases from my religious institution, but I was not an early linguist. I think my writing process was more fluid then, because I would have an idea and then I would express it. Nowadays, I sometimes find myself going “oh, that’s not a phrase in English, but that’s the emotion I’m going for” and needing to work around it. I also sometimes just... forget how English works.

2. I had so much more time and energy. Nowadays, I write in fits and spurts. I finish an email and I have ten minutes until my next meeting, so I open up whatever is at the front of my mind and I write a little, or I flesh out an idea. I mostly write late at night after stressful days (I just can’t really write while relaxed, which is not great). I used to work something and then rework it until it felt right. I don’t do that anymore; I finish writing and then I post, sometimes with a cursory glance-through for typos, and sometimes without even that.

But there are some significant ways in which I think my writing has developed for the better:

1. Life experience. Ugh, I know, that sounds awful and patronising. I don’t mean that I’m a grown-up now and that I was a kid then. I’m sure that in ten years I’ll look back at what I’m writing now and feel similarly. But drawing from experience instead of simply imagination does change things, I think.

Take for example ‘this is a gift (it comes with a price)’. That is a story I could imagine working through as a teenager. The premise wasn’t unreachable for me: I could have come up with the idea of a ghost story which is really about astral projection when I was seventeen*. But since then, I’ve spent years working in the anti-human-trafficking field, I’ve worked in hospitals with people dealing with their lack of bodily control, I’ve worked with people in other emotionally damaging situations, I’ve led dialogue groups across a war-torn border, and so on and so forth, and all of that informed the journey through the story (even if I didn’t really think so while writing it). It’s not that I couldn’t have imagined it before, it’s that I can feel it now in a way that I could only have imagined before.

*This is only kind of true. ‘this is a gift’ is in some ways a metaphor for dissociation as a survival tactic, and I’m not sure I really would have understood that back then. But the basic premise would have worked anyway.

2. I just don’t care anymore? I know this sounds counterintuitive, but as much as I love comments and conversations about my stories (and I love them a lot), I no longer find myself paralysed by ‘what if I get it wrong’. I’ve gotten a lot wrong, and I’ve survived thus far. A bad story won’t be what knocks me over anymore.

3. I have a decent grasp on multiple languages. Um, I know I put this as why my writing was probably better before. I think that, in a technical sense, I probably wrote more smoothly back then. But I’m also more willing to play fast and loose with language now, because it took years of learning for me to realise that language is just about communication, and as long as you’ve communicated your point, the rest of it doesn’t actually matter at all.

Yikes. I wrote a lot.

#writing process #this is a gift

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bakustark · 4 years

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10/2 knotting | hickeys

warning(s): knotting, biting, lovebites, rough sex, dirty talk, scratching, hair pulling, blow jobs, Dragon Slayer Reader, mating cycles/in heat, Gajeel himself is a warning, etc.

Losing Defenses

They stumbled into their shared flat, her back pressed against the door frame as his large body bore down on hers. His lips latched on to her neck and sucked harshly, leaving bruises that he kissed and licked at. She let out a curse, threading her fingers into his long hair and tilting her head back to grant him more access. Gajeel let out a pleased rumble and promptly grabbed a handful of her ass, bringing their hips together with a slow grind. She let out a moan at the delicious friction, echoed by his own groan of pleasure.

His other hand cupped the side of her face to bring their lips together in a nearly desperate kiss. Her hold on his hair tightened when he ran his tongue along her canines before nipping sharply at her bottom lip. Blood oozed from the small cut and he lapped it up with the swipe of her tongue before sucking another bruise into her jaw. “Fuck, Gajeel…” She groaned, feeling her underwear stick to her lower lips as he continued grinding their hips together.

“Gihi, that’s the plan,” He grinned against her bruised skin. The air was growing thicker, the heat making sweat bead on their skin and run down along their spine. She huffed and tugged at his jacket. Gajeel leaned back for a moment, nearly tearing it off along with his shirt before doing the same to hers, followed by her bra when he fumbled with the clasps. He whistled appreciatively at the sight of her half naked body, cupping one of her breasts in a rough palm to bring his mouth down on the soft flesh.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she dug her nails into his shoulder blades. She was so focused on the way he sucked and kneaded her breasts that she jolted when his hand snuck into her underwear, not having noticed when he’d popped the button of her shorts open. Gajeel caught the drops of sweat sliding down the valley of her breasts with his tongue as he pressed his fingers against her mound, groaning when her slick soaked his fingers.

His mouth let go of her skin with a wet pop. “You’re so wet,” Gajeel groaned, slitted pupils dilating. The sight sent her thoughts elsewhere.

“Don’t you think the Dragon Slayers have been acting weird lately?”

“How so?”

“They’ve been behaving like—”

She slammed their lips together, pushing the invasive thoughts of what she’d heard in the guild hall to the back of her mind while sucking on his tongue. He moaned lowly into her mouth and dipped his ring and middle fingers into her while grinding the heel of his palm against her swollen clit. Her walls nearly spasmed in the mockery of an orgasm at the sheer relief that came with the contact.

“Bed,” She gasped against his lips, shuddering. Gajeel took his hand out of her underwear and scooped her up, almost tossing her onto the soft bed. He kicked off his boots and shoved off his pants followed by his black boxers. She followed his example, eyeing his swollen erection and the precum shining on the flushed tip. Her mouth watered and she stopped him before he could get on the bed. Gajeel tilted his head at her in question and she shot him a wink, grabbing his hip with one hand and guiding his shaft into her mouth with the other.

She moaned at the taste of him and Gajeel let out a loud curse, threading his fingers through her hair. She pressed the flat of her tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock, feeling the quick thrum of his heart, and hollowed her cheeks. As she bobbed her head and sucked, little bumps and ridges started forming along his length. Goosebumps formed on her flesh at the feeling of tiny metal studs against her tongue and her thumb rubbed circles on the patch of scales that had appeared on his hip.

He groaned and bucked his hips, a spurt of thick precum painting the roof of her mouth. His muscles trembled under her hands, the base of his cock thickening as it filled with more blood. The hands in her hair let up a bit, mindful of the claws that had replaced his fingernails, and started to scratch gently at her scalp. She purred around his shaft, eliciting a growl.

“They’re been behaving like animals.”

She froze.

Gajeel took it as a sign to pull away and he caged her in with his body, settling himself between her drenched thighs. He shoved his nose just under her ear and took a lungful of her scent. The filthy sound he let out made her cunt flutter around nothing. “You smell so fucking good,” Gajeel hissed into her ear, his hand travelling down to rub his thumb against her clit. She threw her head back, damp hair spread on the pillow as she moaned in pleasure. “Gihi, think you can come for me right now?”

“Gajeeeel…!” She whined, her cheeks burning and thighs trembling as heat pooled in her belly.

The red of his eyes was just a thin ring around his blown pupils, black and silver scales crawling onto his cheeks. He grinned widely, his gaze darting around her face as he took in her expression. His thumb drew tight circles on her clit, soaked in her juices. “Come for me, sweetheart, come for me and I’ll knot you.” Gajeel promised, voice rough, “I just need you to come.”

His ministrations grew quicker and the weeping head of his cock nudged against her entrance, rubbing her slit teasingly. She dug her claws into his back and cried out, the coil in her core snapping as her orgasm slammed into her. She shook and trembled against him as her cunt clenched hard around nothing and her slick drenched his length. He cooed softly at her and pressed his lips against the scales on her jaw, running his rough hands down her sides. Her chest heaved with every panting breath and she closed her eyes, attempting to catch her breath.

“...like animals.”

“Who cares what they think?”

Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him in confusion. “What.”

Gajeel gave her a look, his long black hair surrounding them like a dark curtain. “It’s been bothering you, I can tell. Forget about it, those idiots don’t know anything about us.” He pointed out bluntly and she found herself averting her eyes. He leaned down to press their foreheads together, a smirk curling at his lips, “’sides, Dragon Slayer sex is way better than whatever sad jerk off session they have when they get home.”

A smile tugged at her mouth against her will and she found herself chuckling at his words. Her laugh was cut off with a sharp gasp when Gajeel bucked his hips, slowly sheathing himself inside her moist heat. His long, pleasured groan as he finally buried himself to the root drowned out her own moans. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles behind his back, and cupped his face to press their mouths together.

In between wet kisses and teasing nips, she looked into his half lidded eyes, “Knot me already, Kurogane.” She murmured against his lips.

A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat and his thrusts picked up the pace. The schlick schlick schlick of their bodies meeting echoed by the sounds of the headboard knocking against the wall. He grabbed one of her breasts in his palm and gave it a firm squeeze, ducking his head to lick at the juncture between her neck and shoulder. She let out a soft groan, lifting her hips to meet his quick thrusts.

“Ugh, so good, Gajeel…” She babbled, moaning and gasping as the beginnings of his knot began tugging at her entrance with each drag of his cock. He groaned and growled against her neck, clutching her closer as his thrusts lost their rhythm to a more desperate rocking. “C’mon, Gajeel, knot me, come inside—” She whispered breathlessly into his ear.

The only warning she got was a strangled version of her name, followed by his sharp teeth clamping down on the juncture between her neck and shoulder before Gajeel snapped his hips forwards and shuddered violently, his knot popping into her cunt with a squelch. She cried out as another orgasm ripped through her at the feeling of being locked together. Her walls clenched down on his swollen knot in a vice grip, copious amounts of his virile cum spurting from his cock to settle in her womb.

He let out a long, satisfied sigh and rolled onto his back, hugging her to his chest as they trembled from the aftershocks. Gajeel prepped soft kisses and licks on the bite on her neck, purring deeply. She relaxed against him and closed her eyes, letting out a content rumble of her own. A few moments passed before Gajeel rolled his hips, fucking his knot deeper and pressing her down to meet his lazy thrusts.

Gajeel gave her a grin in response to her surprised expression, “Think I can make you come again before my knot goes down?”

#fairy tail x reader #fairy tail #gajeel redfox #gajeel redfox x reader #n/s/f/w #kinktober 2020 #gajeel appreciation day

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donnerpartyofone · 4 years

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how do i tell someone

that i will never talk on the phone with them, ever, in the course of our entire relationship, unless there is a legitimate crisis of their mental and physical safety?

now is probably the main time of my life when i need this skill. i should have saved all of my notepads, from the era where i was talking on the phone more, to demonstrate to people that even when i’m going to have a conversation with someone i feel very close to, i need to write down talking points ahead of time, for everything i might say to this person, in case i just spaz out and become totally paralyzed due to the pressures of performing on the telephone. today, i still have to get kind of drunk to handle the pressures of the phone, almost no matter what time of day the call is, or who it’s with, which is not good. maybe i could just send pictures of the bottles/cans/glasses that were required for the call, to get the point across. but, all that said: in reality, my aversion to the phone is just a symptom of my greater social aversion, which is a much harder thing to communicate to people who you want in your life. this morning i am thinking of a friend i love and don’t want to lose, but whose every text or email racks me with nervous electrical shocks, because i know that it is going to involve SO MUCH MORE than just saying hi, even if there is no central topic like a major life change or a request for advice or some similar guideline that helps me along. i can’t ever just send this friend a note or a picture they would like, just to say “thinking of you, hope you’re good!”, because it instantly provokes like 50 questions plus some kind of homework assignment (e.g. explaining that i don’t make everything on my blog, or finding out a bunch of background trivia about a meme i sent and where it came from originally because they “need” to know about it now), in addition to an attempt to schedule a call or a hangout. they are genuinely a pretty intense person, so it takes extra effort on my part to remind myself that at least half the problem is with me--that it’s not abnormal for people to want to spontaneously check in with their friends, especially now, and moreover it IS somewhat abnormal to want to control the exact amount and type of attention that you receive from others and be the sole arbiter of when they get to talk to or look at you based on the rare conditions under which you can stand it. it kind of sucks that i can’t get this person, and persons like them, to just NOTICE after all these years that for the most part i only socialize in short and/or discreet spurts, and sometimes they need to let me send them a little token of my esteem, just for fun, without it exploding into a whole interrogation of our entire lives including scheduled calls and meetings. i do tell people explicitly that i’m an introvert, that even pleasant social contact exhausts me quickly, that i don’t like to be touched, etc, but the truth is that this rarely lands with anyone besides other introverts who already know exactly how i feel without an explanation or instructions. no matter what i say or do, i still have to put up with a whole lot of “awww, i know you said you don’t like to be touched but i’m just gonna hug you ok LOL that’s just me that’s just how i am oh well c’mere AAAAAAWWWWWW! (makes full-body contact with me including the face)”, because people who aren’t like me can’t imagine what it’s like to be like me, to the point that actually they don’t even believe me, they won’t even take me at my word about how i prefer to be treated, they think that SECRETLY all human beings like to be touched so when i say “don’t touch me” i really mean that i’m just too shy to ask to be bathed in the showers of hugs and kisses that my heart truly desires. people just trying to talk to me is a little harder to define as a problem, though, because who is supposed to automatically know when i’m ready to have a conversation and when i’m not? it’s too tiring and too complicated for me to just reassert my boundaries over and over again, so i usually just let people manipulate me into whatever amusement they think i owe them, if i can’t avoid them entirely for whatever reason. so in the spirit of all this, i’ve been sitting here giving my phone the hairy side-eye for as long as it took to type out this entire blog post about the text message i just received asking me to either call or have a socially-distanced hangout, because it’s much easier for me to spend 40 minutes producing pages of brooding self-analysis while my coffee gets cold (and i haven’t even gotten to the exciting topic of how my mother was so rejecting and withholding that it socialized me to make everybody prove that they’re worth my time!) than it is for me to either JUST CALL THE PERSON; say “sure i’ll call you next week” and then ghost the person; or find that mythological perfect way to say, “look, i love you, but i can’t call you. it’s too confusing and it makes me too nervous. i know it’s hard, but you can’t take this personally; it’s entirely about me. why don’t you email me when you get a chance and tell me what you’ve been up to, or else i’ll let you know when i feel comfortable traveling to your neighborhood or vice versa. hope you’re good!” another solution, as my worst shrink once suggested, is to somehow transform myself into a person who LOVES crowds and phone calls and parties and attention and constant platonic touching and rubbing. but like i’m 39 now and i don’t think 40 is going to be the year that i discover that evil alchemy. UGH.

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peacehopeandrats · 4 years

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The Thursday Throuple

Posts for the Thursday Throuple will always have something in common and always come in threes. This can be three links, three bits of a single fic, three things about a single character, three snippets, etc.

Once There Was A Wish

Last week I was writing mostly in my rocketbook because I was driving between jobs and had only short spurts of writing in between. This week I transferred all of that over into digital format.

For those who don’t know what rocketbook is, it is a notebook with reusable pages (as long as you use the right pen!) Each page has a scan code in the bottom corner and a row of symbols beside that. The symbols are linked to whatever accounts you like. I use mostly google docs and email, but there are a bunch of options. You write or draw on the page, mark the symbol that corresponds with the place you want the page to go, photograph it alone or in a set, then hit send. Now you have a digital copy of your work. Wipe the notebook with a damp cloth, let dry, and use again! (Some older notebooks are microwaved, don’t confuse them!)

I have mine set to automatically transcribe, so it takes my handwriting and converts it to typed words. Usually this works well, sometimes it ends with hilarious results.

Today you get three examples of that from Once There Was A Wish!

Hens have joined the King’s army and they do some strange stuff.

What I wrote: “Well, I think the matter is the back and forth, your Majesty. Only yesterday we were first told not to worry, then hunting parties were sent out, then a meeting was called… “

What rocketbook transcribed: "Well, I think the matter is the blackened tooth, yon Majesty. Only yesterday we were first told not to worry. Hens nutting panties were sent out Then a meeting was called...”

Is rocketbook telling me I need to write about Gold on rent day?

What I wrote: Armor clattering, he dashed forward in a manner he knew would be frowned upon, but it couldn’t be helped.

What rocketbook transcribed: 2x catering, he dashed for rent in a manner he knew with gold be forward upon, but it couldn't be hellbent.

Steven: a realm unto himself

What I wrote: There were plenty of realms where time moved differently, perhaps even the realm Bae had first traveled to was one of those. If he had just stayed in one, held on until his father could get to him…

What rocketbook transcribed: There were bendy of realms where time moved differently, perhaps Steven, the realm Bae had first trolled to, was one of these. If he had just splayed in one, held Uncle, his father could get to him...

#throuple thursday #phandr's thursday posts #ouat #rumbelle #writing

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telesthisia · 3 years

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HANDY DANDY RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET FOR PRINCESS ZELDA (A Link to the Past)!

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

mun name: Amber!! ooc contact: My DMs are always open for mutuals and non-mutuals alike (I think at least, if not don’t be afraid to send in asks either I try my best to get to them ;v;)! I do have a personal blog but weeps.... me no longer active on there. And a twitter but weeps once again, it’s an oc twitter despite my yellings of off topic things. MY DISCORD TOO!! Though my activity is very inconsistent somedays I’ll be on others not so much! Don’t be afraid to ask for that uvu

who the heck is my muse anyway?

HOHO!!! For those who never touched The Legend of Zelda in their lives, I’m sure it’s pretty dang confusing to see more than one design of both Zelda and Link, I’ll try my best to explain this! The series follows a very, very convoluted timeline filled with plotholes, as such the Links and Zeldas we see throughout different titles of the game are actually reincarnations who are destined to seal away whatever darkness may threaten the lands known as Hyrule.

The Zelda I play as is the princess of Hyrule during a point in the timeline known as “Downfall Era” where the Hero of Time in OOT lost against Ganondorf in the final battle; Ocarina of Time is the reason for why there’s multiple timelines with each having their unique era depending on the choices in that game. The Downfall Era is known for having games known as A Link to The Past, Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Time, Link’s Awakening, A Link Between Worlds, Triforce Heroes, The OG Legend of Zelda, Annnnd Adventure of Link! The Zelda I play as comes from A Link to The Past as well as the Oracle series and I guess Link’s Awakening despite having no appearance. The events of A Link to The Past and Oracle Series has deeply affected my Zellie in that she suffers from unspoken traumas as well depression. See, before the events of ALTTP there was a war known as the Imprisoning War, that war ended where the seven sages seal away Ganon. Peace reigned for a while until a series of plagues and droughts struck which affected the kingdom. It wasn’t until the antagonist of the game, a wizard by the name of Agahnim, would put an end to the misfortunate blighting Hyrule with his magic, gaining favor with the king. He was able to worm his way into court and from there act on his plans in breaking the seal to the sacred realm where the triforce and Ganon rest. Doing so, he must capture the seven maidens who are descendants of the seven sages and sacrifice them in order to break the seal and well, guess which princess happens to be one of those seven maidens? Suffice to say, he was successful in breaking the seal with Zelda being the final sacrifice. Here we find out that he’s actual the alter ego of Ganon (don’t question it too hard) and we also find out she’s not dead! Hooray! But she is trapped in a plane known as The Dark World, once the sacred realm corrupted by Ganon’s greed. So as all LOZ stories goes, Link saves the day. Happily ever after, right? Well... no, see unlike in the game where the ending is happy and everyone who died is alive I follow both the 90s comics and Himekawa manga where those who died in the games did not come back to life. This includes Zelda’s father, Link’s uncle and some of the maidens. It’s very bittersweet in that, the day is saved and Ganon is gone forever but at the cost of loved ones no longer coming back.

Well... Ganon comes back! In the oracle series! Two years after ALTTP, Twinrova tries to resurrect him by using the blood and body of Princess Zelda, meaning she can actually die this time around. But Link saves the day once again. Which leads us today, the main verse of the blog which is a year after Oracles and three years after ALTTP! NOTE: That my smash verse more or less follows this timeline I have in place for this blog.

things you should know

I sound like a broken record but. She’s a glass canon of sorts. Where she’s very powerful thanks to blood of the seven sages, the light force, and having hylia’s blood in her veins. As such, she’s very powerful and her magic super potent which is why so many people wanna sacrifice for dark rituals... BUT!! She has super power health issues that affects her magical stamina and body as such she can’t even use half her powerful magic and this upsets her greatly. It’s a small headcanon of mine because in the games and manga, she doesn’t really do much despite being a powerful magical princess. Keep in mind that ALTTP came out before the retcon that is Skyward Sword and before they decided to add more to Zelda’s abilities throughout the course of the series... so my brain went to: she’s powerful but can’t use magic too much due to poor health. It worked!! Before smash came along but I swear I’m not at all salty. To be fair, it was my fault for assuming things but imagine: glass canon Zelda. It sounded super cool at the time!

She represses a lot if only for the sake of her nation and to appear as a good leader for her people. As such, she’s almost always calm and has a gentle smile on her face despite radio static sounds resounding in her thoughts. Give her time, she’ll open up and show you her playful side!

She’s been surrounded by death considering before ALTTP, during ALTTP and kinda with Oracles if you count Twinrova, as well as having a connection with the spirit realm due to freaky PSI powers. So, she doesn’t really have a negative view on death and has actually gained that edgy romanticist view as the result of her life experiences. She’s very much someone who likes to live life to her fullest as the result... and well, it doesn’t help that she’s aware of her short life span thanks to her future vision. Something she won’t reveal to anyone more than likely as to not worry them. She’s more or less accepted her fate... speaking of which

She hates fate/destiny/etc but accepts whatever happens because again clairvoyance has proven that there’s no changing what’s been planned. So, she doesn’t bother fighting against it. But, what impresses her are those who manage to overcome destiny, something that Link does sometimes which is why she looks up to him. He’s that variable that the future can’t keep track of due to how ever changing he is.

She loves exploring creepy places, ruins, caves, and dungeons that are scattered throughout her kingdom, for both history and the spooky aesthetics of it! So if you see her outside the castle she’s more than likely getting ready to explore some spooky place. She’s almost always wearing her cloak but there are rare moments where she’s not either ;v; she’ll always go by the name Elle... worth mention she doesn’t bother hiding the mark of the triforce on her right hand.

Speaking of which, only people from the capital known as Castle Town and even some from Kakariko village as well know of the princess’ appearance. Various small towns throughout the land of Hyrule however, only remember her appearance from ALTTP where her hair was a more golden blonde rather than the platinum color that it’s taken from the various fear and stresses from her life. And also, she’s more freckly due to not wearing coverup when outside the castle. Ok well,,,,, here’s the best side by side comparison I have...

If you ask her what the light arrows are, she’ll look at you funny. She comes from a time where silver arrows are a thing :’) the few things that can defeat Ganon

Closet romantic, as in she loves love and wishes for a romance of her own but when it comes to her own feelings she’s an idiot due to repressing feelings.

what she’s been up to:

main verse: Which is during the events of Skyward Sword, as such she’s no longer in Skyloft nor does she have the full knowledge that she’s Hylia but Zelda is suspecting that there’s a connection there. She does not know how to wield her magic as it comes and goes in spurts. She’s seen throughout the Surface so she can be anywhere! Even in other timelines due to using the Gate of Time, we can just say that something screwed up causing for her to end up in another time period or even verse! LOZ series is pretty flexible in time travel.

where to find her:

Graveyard + Sanctuary: It’s a soothing place to visit and also to pay respects to the fallen in ALTTP.

One of the three provinces (my rendition of Hyrule is a little bigger than the in game map so don’t be afraid to add places that aren’t in ALTTP but in other titles, I know I tend to do): aka anywhere in the fields, she’s a woman plagued with wanderlust and doesn’t like being confined to one place

Kakariko: the villagers who know her true identity are hella nice to pretend that it’s not the princess but Elle! Guards tend to be here after a certain time though, so to avoid them she always avoids going to the village when it’s nearly sundown

Ruins, catacombs, abandon shrines etc: again she likes creepy or historical places or both!

Haunted Grove: Well... it’s haunted! So :’)

Castle: it’s possible to meet her here too! Whether as princess or someone sneaking either out of the castle or back into it.

current plans:

Lead her kingdom to the Golden Age, something her father tried to do before his demise. While wishing to see Link once more.

desired interactions:

I would love the usual adventure threads!!!

FRIENDSHIP!! She needs friends, pls!!

ENEMIES!! It’d be fun to write a more angry Zel who doesn’t get along with someone!

ROMANCE!! I’m a sucker for cuteness ;v; and slow burn ;v;

HORROR AU!! HORROR AU!!!

Creepy gothic threads of Zelda running into a creepy cryptid in a gothic castle on a stormy night.... this is very specific but listen, cries...

Comfort thread ;v;

things that bother me:

People who know she’s the princess right off the bat ticks me off ngl. A-ok if you muse is unaware of her otherwise!

PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT SHE’S FROM A BLOODLINE OF A GODDESS AND SAGES DHSJAKJADB no one really knows that the royal family actually did descend from gods, unless your muse is an immortal and is aware of the events that goes on they shouldn’t know this fact. The only thing the public is aware of is how the royal family have mystical powers different from the population.

uhhhh that’s about it? Mostly metagaming pft, not too much bothers me now that I think about.

tagged by: i pirated it ;v; from myself!

tagging: whomst ever! i recommend doing this since it’ll help a ton with those who still are unsure with your muse but feel too nervous to ask questions.

#dash games.#ah yes.... where amber spews a bunch of words #i will add to this but eyyyy partners check it out if you wanna know some things #anyway uhhh writings coming out soon uvu

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silyabeeodess · 4 years

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FusionFall Headcanons: Character Ages

From taking the canon ages of the various CN characters within their own shows into account to people noticing the... liberties, the game took to some of the designs for them in the game, I’m well aware that this is going to be a point of debate. Still, after some consideration, I’d like to cross reference some of these points to come up with at least a general sense of where these characters may be/have been in their lives. I probably won’t come up with specifics--moreso early/late this or that--for the ages. Now, I will bring up puberty a bit in this--definitely not heavily, but it is mentioned--so keep that in mind.

Dee Dee, Dexter, and Mandark

For these characters, I view Dee Dee, Dexter, and Mandark being in their late teens-early 20′s. We already know based on evidence from the show that Dee Dee is Dexter’s older sister by just a few years while Dexter and Mandark are only about two years apart themselves (as implied by concept art for “Ego Trip” as explained on the Dexter’s Laboratory wiki). It’s possible that Dee Dee might have at least a year over Mandark and/or for Dexter and Mandark to be the same age, since he is in Dexter’s class as far back as elementary school, but we also have to consider the high possibility that he was held back due to his parents’ lifestyles keeping him from going to school during his early childhood.

Since Dee Dee lives alone at their old family home and it’s already established that her and Dexter’s parents live up on the house on top of Dexlabs, she’s likely already an adult. She probably looks after the home not only for security purposes, but due to the massive success of Dexlabs making their family wealthy enough to maintain it and for her to live there despite being fairly young--meaning she wouldn’t have to get a dorm if she chose to go to college or something similar, but still has the liberty of living on her own. Based on how she continues to wear her dance outfit, her maintaining a slim physique similar to professional ballet dancers, and that she still goes to recitals as evidenced in “Dee Dee’s Dilemmas (Part 3)”, it’s also likely that she either studies dance or may even teach it to small children.

What makes me think Dexter and Mandark are in their older teens is how much of a foothold their companies have during the events of the game, enough so for their tech to be everywhere. It’s possible that their genius gave them a leg up enough to quit high school and form their companies early, but they’d still need a few years to build and develop them to the extent we see.

Numbuhs 1-5

For the operatives to still be viewed as official members of the KND (at least to public knowledge), this would mean that they’d have be younger than 13, so they’d be in their tweens. Given the extent to which the war has altered the KND’s operations, however, they may even be a little older--just with their decommissioning being the farthest from anyone’s mind at the time. We also know that at the group would remain a part of the KND well into adulthood based on the series finale as the issue stands, supporting this.

Furthermore, for Numbuh One to lead an operation in the war so far from the rest of not only his team, but other parts of the KND, as well as seeing him work with Plumbers like Grandpa Max, it’s possible that the war may take place after the events of the KND finale would--after Numbuh One would’ve experienced space-travel for himself through the G:KND, an expansion of the KND in sequel series that was never aired. What could also hint to the war being post-G:KND is the mention of bases within Earth’s solar system besides the moonbase--which the KND lose contact with in the official FusionFall comic, but were never mentioned in the actual show. All of this further points to a passage of time at which the operatives would be a little older than their original depictions, which already averaged at around 10 years old.

The Powerpuff Girls and the Gangreen Gang

Well, I’m gonna go ahead and say that the girls aren’t five unless the developers of FusionFall took a page from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure in their character designs. We also have the presence of Pokey Oaks Middle School in-game as opposed to Pokey Oaks Kindergarten from the show, acting as a subtle clue that the girls are at least middle school age within the FusionFall universe, but I’d like to take that a step farther:

In the show, we were given a general age range for the Gangreen Gang at 14-17 years, with Ace being the oldest and Lil’ Arturo extending that approximation according to his wiki page with a personal age range of 10-14 years. In FusionFall, we’re given aged-up versions of the girls, but not from what we can tell of the Gangreen Gang. Still, even if the ages are different, we have to take into the account the likelihood that the group is at least slightly older themselves as, in a sense, they have grown up a bit: They’ve moved on from most of their criminal ways to form a successful band, which couldn’t have happened in too short a time.

The point above, combined with the possibility given of Buttercup and Ace being in a relationship despite the massive age gap between their TV Show counterparts unless the OG developers had a, ahem, questionable idea of relationships like the kind the PPG reboot has gained attention for, make me think that the girls might be at least in their mid-teens in Fusionfall while the Gangreen Gang and in their late-teens or early 20′s.

Samurai Jack

Following the route the fifth season took, even if it was made after the game, I’m going to say that Jack is ageless due to the effects of time travel. Whether or not Season Five can be taken into consideration as far as Jack’s backstory would go in Fusionfall, it works more for the game that he be this nigh-immortal adversary to match Aku. First off, let’s say that the events of S5 were a part of the game lore: That would mean that, at some point, Jack did defeat Aku, went back to the past, and eventually time passed to reach the events that FusionFall would take place in with Aku potentially coming back in that timeframe similar to how he did after the Emperor first defeated him--only this time, Jack’s constantly ready to take him out again before he can reach full-strength. More likely though-- given that people still remember how Jack defeated Demongo--the timeline hasn’t been altered (barring that he didn’t defeat him a second time within the new timeline that we’d be unaware of).

Now let’s talk about it without S5: We already know that Aku isn’t the main villain here: Fuse is. Aku’s barely a blip on the radar in the game, mentioned moreso as a potential threat if he ever came out of hiding. Emphasis on if. This is weird given that, in Jack’s show, Aku’s already taken over the world. There is no ultimate evil beyond Aku, but that’s just not the case in FusionFall’s history. Instead, Jack takes both Fuse and Aku as serious threats, placing his priorities on the former only because he’s the most present. For Jack to set aside his life’s purpose to help battle Fuse, that has to mean he feels comfortable enough with his chances against Aku. Not to mention the state of the world looks pretty ok beyond the threat of Planet Fusion, meaning it’s more likely that Jack has already defeated Aku at some point prior to the events of the game, but for some reason chose to stay in the future and continue his long-standing battle with him. I know this cuts out S5′s rationale behind Jack himself being ageless, but bringing that idea into this as well fits with the context of this eternal battle between a hero and villain, two people who can embody an ultimate good and ultimate evil.

Ben 10 Trio

Given that the gang looks exactly like their Alien Force counterparts, this is pretty much a given. I doubt they’re that different in an age range with the exception of maybe a couple year: It would depend on how much context you’d take from Ultimate Alien. That would put Ben and Gwen at 15-16 while Kevin would be 16-17 years old.

Ed, Edd, and Eddy Characters

The characters in Ed, Edd, and Eddy already went to junior high in the show, placing them at least in their tweens. Granted, they still look like kids in the show while some of them seem to be a little older in the game. For example, the Kankers look more aged up than the Eds do, fitting both a passage of time and following the fact that girls tend to develop at a faster rate than boys (growth spurts, brain development, etc.) during puberty. It’s possible that they’re still in their tweens or early teens, with some of them being in their first year of high school within the world of FusionFall.

Billy and Mandy

Although Billy and Mandy were still in elementary school in their show as opposed to middle school, I’d place them in their tweens following the same logic I pointed out with the Kankers and Eds regarding development. Mandy looks like she’s still young, but has hit puberty, while Billy looks very much like a kid. They’re likely in middle school.

Frankie and Mac

Considering that Mac was only 8 in the show and still looks pretty young in the game, he’s probably still a kid. Maybe he’s aged up a little, but definitely hasn’t reached his teens just yet. He’s still got his baby face.

In the show, Frankie was 22 years old, and like Mac I don’t think she’s aged much, so still in her early-mid 20′s. She’s probably devoted herself to running Foster’s Home much like her grandmother.

Juniper Lee

While she was 11 in the show and the game doesn’t seem to have altered her design too much, I still get a feeling she’s more of a teenager--early-mid teens--in the world of FusionFall. She just strikes me as being a little more mature, more experienced with her powers and all of the forces she’s dealt with after a while as a the Te-Xuan-Ze.

Coop

Probably mid-late 20′s. He was already an adult in the show, but he doesn’t seem to have matured enough to have passed far into his 30′s.

Flapjack

He’s 7 in the show and based on his personally and appearance in the game, he’s still probably close to the age. Maybe just a little older, but the same situation as with Mac.

Ami and Yumi

(Mentioning them since Retro gave them a cameo and I loved this duo as a kid) The show’s wiki places them both at 13. Their FusionFall counterparts don’t look much older, so they’re probably still in their teens--possibly just a few years older in we wanted to account for time for them to develop as young teen idols.

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k-popggwritingtime · 5 years

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[TWICE] Jihyo's smile is good. It's even better covered in cum.

this will be long! i have a whole scenerio in my head, i hope it's halfway decent lol.

this is good this is really really good. maybe Jeong & Nabongs know how to bring out the brightest smile in their sweet leader..

G!P jeong. Sub! jihyo. Sadist! nayeon.

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The bed was plush, you could almost melt into the fabric. Jihyo thought she mine as well make herself comfortable if she was gonna have to wait to be taken care of. The leader has been in a particularly bratty mood to her two unnies since dinner, she knew she was in for it tonight & couldn't help but express her need for the woman in front of her to do something, anything, just so she didn't have to deal with the nuisance of being still.

Jihyo pulls herself up on her elbows, raises an eyebrow at her unnie almost mocking her, daring her to make a move.

"Don't think because Jeong isn't here that i won't start without her." Nayeon spits out.

Nayeon was growing impatient of waiting for the 3rd of the infamous trio to come back into their room. Jeongyeon was on the same floor of the hotel making final rounds with maknae-line and staff wishing them all a good night. The members were traveling, filming for their new comeback. Everyone was near exhausted, well, almost everyone.

"And what would you do anyways, unnie? Everyone knows you're just Jeong's little 'rope bunny' as much as the rest of us, isn't that right?"

Jeongyeon heard the retaliating muffles of her brat through the door. Although Jeong didn't need to strain her ears as much to hear the sharp sound of a slap & the moan that followed.

(nayeon POV)

I couldn't shut up the absolute cumslut, that is twice's leader, fast enough so it seemed. In a split second i'm on our bed sitting up on my knees with my long fingers in the back of Jihyo's throat. My other hand caressing her reddened right cheek, tentatively, establishing my warning that i can hit her again and again and again and ag-

I guess i can't trust either of you to keep your hands to yourself for 2 minutes."

I whipped my head around to where i heard the dominating voice. Daddy putting the complimentary "Do Not Disturb" sign on the front knob of the door, checking the hallway, then closing the door slowly behind her. She hasn't looked up at the unfolding scene on the giant king-sized bed, no, not yet. Only hearing the delicious gagging sounds of her supple leader, desperate to be filled more in the hole of hers that thought it could talk back.

I took my fingers out of jihyo's mouth slowly, letting her latch onto my fingertips once more as a warm gesture. I knew she wouldn't get her way for the rest of the night so seeing her sucking and nibbling for me, making a mess of herself. her big, droopy, pleading orbs staring into mine as if I've given her the world, almost made me want to go soft on her. She's always been gorgeous, god i loved that smile. but i knew better than to think that would do for the stunt she pulled under the table at dinner earlier tonight, not just that but her drunk teasing gets under my skin so easily; she deserves what's coming to her. Remembering this i pull away from jihyo quickly and stand at the end of the bed, turning my head to daddy instead.

(jihyo POV)

God, it's taking everything in me not to get on my knees and beg nayeon to come back and choke me, hurt me, to do what she does best. It felt so good that i didn't notice the tears dripping down my chin, i'm a mess & ive never felt better. It takes me a moment to absorb the situation. I decide to defend myself to daddy, i wanted to test if unnie nabongs might lose control on me again.

"I kept my hands to myself daddy i swear, mommy is the one that came to me, I was being your good little slut."

...

(jeongyeon POV)

I lift my head to see the scene unfold of my bunny sending a threatening glare in Jihyo's direction. I faintly heard what the cumslut of the night said as all my attention was towards my rapidly growing bulge under my jeans. "Nabongs please get the red nylon rope & the silk black blindfold from my bag." I demand. I see jihyo crawling towards the end of our bed so i walk right up to her and take her face in the palm of my hands. she's pawing at my crotch like a desperate kitten. Jihyo always had a beautiful smile with a gorgeous face to match, maybe Jeong could do her a favor.

---earlier that night---

Jihyo was very bad at dinner tonight. Tzuyu was seated to my left, Mina at my right, Jihyo across from me. Long story short Tzuyu and Mina saw me get embarrassingly flustered at Jihyo wanting to play footsies under the table, my kitten going as far as to caress her high heel up my leg and getting comfortable directly on my apparent boner. Not just that, but Nayeon was seated right beside Jihyo. After Jihyo's 4th glass of Cabernet she started to become more confident in her words. Nayeon having to deal with Jihyo's teasing the whole ride home about god knows what, probably just about her being the oldest & calling her a grandma. anyways, seeing Mina & Tzuyu giggle at my obvious distress deserved more than just a plump red ass to end the night.

---end flashback---

(nayeon POV)

Handing over the requested items to daddy jeong i stand back & just watch. Daddy works very fast to tie both of babygirl's wrists behind her back with a particularly tough knot i notice.

"Daddy that's really tight. I'm not nayeon. I'm the good girl, remember?"

Jihyo is so annoying when she's not sober. A horny, annoying, touch-starved kitten that isn't satisfied until she passes out. I stare up at daddy awaiting what she'll respond with, she doesn't respond with words but nods at me and signals at her kitten expressionless.

(jihyo POV)

I thought i was clever with my words but that only earned me not being able to see the second slap to the right of my face by mommy. daddy made sure the blindfold was tight as well. I let out a yelp but regained my balance & took deep breaths. I angle my head up and flash a wide grin in my mommy and daddy's general direction just so they know I've got some fight left in me. I was about to utter something to annoy mommy more but something poked at my lips so i opened them, i couldnt take it all in at once. I let out a long moan because being filled up felt so fucking good, it was daddy's cock for sure. I let my mouth adjust to an O shape and sucked what i could without gagging too much. I feel Nayeon behind me lift my shirt up to expose my breasts and knead at them. fuck i'm so sensitive but i have to please daddy and her cock, it feels too good.

(jeongyeon's POV)

I see nayeon climb on the bed and hover behind jihyo, grabbing the back of jihyo's head i poke my tip at her full lips asking her permission to fuck the life out of her, she's not tentative to open them, my little cumslut always ready for me. I stand still and pull jihyo's head towards my cock and shes sucking me like it's her life force. "ugh fuck fuck fuck babygirl you take me so well mmmm fuck" i'm hitting the back of her throat everytime i thrust up to meet her heavenly mouth. I feel her moans making vibrations up my cock & i swear I'm in heaven. I have a grip in her tangled hair i can tell im already so close, i want to see her messy smile.

(nayeon POV)

I'm getting turned on by both of their moans in total and complete bliss. I know babygirl has very, very sensitive nipples so she's moaning like crazy. i take my left hand off her left breast & stick it down my own pants, god I'm soaking. I love jeong for letting me get one more hit in before jihyo passes out, very thoughtful. I continue to pinch and knead at jihyo's right breast and can't help but to mewl and hump into my hand, already being so fucking close, getting off to jihyo being completely used gets me off everytime.

(jihyo POV, final)

I'm crying, it hurts, i'm on fire, and i couldnt ask for more. My eyes are rolling into the back of my head, I've already cum by mommy playing with my nipples, im so messy and wet i know ive ruined the sheets, my shirt and my underwear. "nnnggg ahghhh" im choking on jeong's dick until he pulls back and i take a deep breathe but im cumming, im cumming way too hard and i feel hot strings of daddy's load onto my lips, my hair, my chin, i dont have the energy to stick out my tounge properly but i have to make the biggest grin and let out a giggle, daddy's cum is still landing on me its all over my smiling lips. daddy always cums so much. I feel nayeon slump on by back. so much is happening at once. im shaking so much the comedown making me feel light and airy. nayeon unties my blindfold and i look up at daddy still stroking herself and little spurts of hot white cum landing on my tits. I remember saying one last thing before all i see is black and i pass out..

"thank you mommy and daddy"

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AAAAAA that was my first time writing for someone i know it was kinda shitty but it's practice so thank you for the request!!!! This was very fun, send me tips on what you liked, what you didnt like, etc.! :)

#3mix #thewaltzy #twice

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engagemachine · 5 years

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Been wanting to write this post for a while now, just haven’t the energy to do it.

These past couple of months have taken their toll on me in regards to my workload at my job. The manager of my unit who hired me (who, afterwards, ended up becoming a very close friend of mine, someone I look up to as a second mom) ended up stepping down few months ago, and since that time, many other staff have left with her/have relocated elsewhere, which has taken a massive toll on our staffing. Most of us are picking up extra shifts, working overtime, doing everything we can to make ends meet and help each other out. Nightshift has been hit the hardest, but we feel it everywhere, in all departments. In fact, I think the whole hospital is undergoing some major upheavals. I know of several other units that struggle with staffing as well. We’re all tired, overworked, and the patients getting admitted to our unit just seem to be getting progressively worse/harder to deal with, or perhaps that’s just my patience that’s become worn so thin.

I love what I do. I really, really do. In fact, when I first took this job, it’s mostly because I thought I had to--most nurses start off working in a medical/surgical unit because you learn and see so much. It’s kind of expected that medsurg is where you start when you’re fresh out of nursing school. But as the weeks wore on, I realized that I loved the floor, the ability to plan out my day, getting to spend a full twelve hours with my patients and their families and having the time to really bond with them in a way that is so impactful and sometimes even life changing. Medical/surgical nursing can a great foundation/stepping stone, if that’s how you choose to use it. You get to do a little bit of everything and feel around for what you really like--what you want to specialize in--whether that’s emergency room nursing, burn/wound nursing, critical care/ICU nursing, dialysis, pediatrics, cardiopulmonary, oncology, the list goes on and on. I have learned so much in so many specialized fields--it feels great to know a little bit about everything. I love educating my patients in that regard, answering questions, etc.

Bedside nursing, though, has absolutely taken its toll on me, as I am about to broach my second year of nursing. My preceptor and I had a conversation a few months back, where she said she doesn’t know how nurses are able to do bedside nursing for more than two years--and given the unit we work on, how high stress it is, that statement makes a lot of sense and has really resonated with me. One of my coworkers who I became good friends with left our unit a few months ago, now working outside of the hospital entirely, and we had a conversation that was very enlightening to me and filled me with such relief, knowing that someone was struggling in the exact same ways I was. We talked about how we feared we were starting to lose our compassion, how worn down we felt, running ourselves ragged, always going above and beyond to meet the needs of our patients, finishing up the extra work the previous shift was too lazy to do, fixing mistakes, really taking the time to be with our patients and get to know them, to care for them, console them, make them comfortable, put them at ease, answer their questions, control their pain, assist them with bathing and eating and ambulating and making sure they got home safely and had the support system/supplies they need in able to function properly at home. Really advocating for them even if meant butting heads with physicians or case management or other members of the interdisciplinary team.

This work is exhausting. Whether you’re working three days a week or four or even five, it is mentally and physically excruciating at times, and I’ve felt it more now than I ever did before. I’m used to the twelve/thirteen hour shifts now, and thankfully when you’re busy, the day tends to move fast, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I feel so worn down all the time. When I’m home, it’s hard to truly unwind and enjoy myself, either because I’m too tired to do the things I enjoy, or because I am preemptively stressing about the coming work week. I’ve attempted hobbies that distract from the stress I feel at work, stuff I’ve used in the past to help decompress and relax, but lately I’ve been too tired to fully commit/engage in them. I have these little spurts of manic energy now and then, where I feel almost high, I’m so happy, but I never know how long they’re going to last or when they’ll come. It frustrates me that I can’t be more in control of my emotions, get a better handle on things.

I feel like friends I used to lean on don’t really understand, and there’s a certain exhaustion in talking about work and trying to explain it to someone who doesn’t know what it’s like, and for some reason that’s stressful, too. In some ways I feel like I’m back where I was when I was going through nursing school, where nobody understood and friendships just kind of began to slip through the cracks of my fingers, and I didn’t really notice the absence until I had closed my fists and felt they were no longer there. It’s scary and a little frightening. I don’t want that to happen again, even if I have made peace with the friends that slipped away as I was navigating through school.

I know that a certain level of stress can and should be anticipated in any job. Mine’s not special. But the constant weight of holding another human being’s life in my hands--while simultaneously jugging four or five others, all the at the same time--has started to become extremely taxing, especially when, as stated before, it is coupled with our chronic low staffing, and the general acuity/higher demands of the patients who are typically admitted to our floor.

So the question here suddenly becomes, what do I do? Where do I go from here? I don’t want to do bedside nursing for the rest of my life. Like I said, most nurses use unit this as a stepping stone for where they really want to go. Because of our staffing issues, we have several agency (travel) nurses on our floor currently, and I’ve been chatting with several of them about what it’s like to be a travel nurse, what to expect, and I’ve received a lot of tips about it. It sounds fascinating. I love to travel and I’m filled with such a sense of acute desperation/longing to explore more of the world. But travel nursing also terrifies me, the idea of picking up and relocating every thirteen weeks, all the paperwork, the stress of finding a new place, finding my way around a new town, new job orientations (holy hell, NEW JOB ORIENTATION EVERY THIRTEEN WEEKS!). Despite my love for seeing new places, I am such a homebody, I really enjoy being at home and relaxing and puttering around the house. I am comforted by my belongings, even though I try to make the effort to not become too attached to these worldly possessions. So you can imagine how the idea of relocating every thirteen weeks is slightly terrifying if not just downright stress inducing.

Last year, my family sold my childhood home during what was an incredibly tense/stressful time for all of us. My parents did not want to sell our home, but due to a long and ongoing financial crisis, that was our only option. It was hard and devastating. I drove back home for the move to help my mom and dad sort through their possessions (as we’d been doing for the past four, five years) but there was still so much to go through. Long story short, I no longer have a “forever” home as my parent’s current housing situation is temporary. This makes me feel as though I am in limbo, that, if I did decide I was going to become a travel nurse, I would either have to sell the majority of my belongings and make due with the essentials that could fit in my car, or find some kind of storage facility where I’d dump all of my belongings and just not have them as I moved across the country every several months. A nomad existence excites me, but not having a home base to fall back on really scares me, too. Nothing in my life feels grounded anymore. I didn’t realize what a safe haven my home was until it was gone. So strange to think of another family inhabiting that space now, some child living in my bedroom, opening my closet doors, looking out my windows. Some mother that isn’t mine cooking in our kitchen, using our stove, putting meals on our counter.

When I was little I imagined we would always have that house, that when I was older and married, I’d come home for Christmas and show my spouse all the secret places where I used to hide things, the creek where I used to play in the woods, that spot in my closet where I used to curl up and close the doors when I wanted to be alone and cry, or that one door where my best friend and I used to mark our heights over a period of six years, how you could see that one spring where I shot up and suddenly towered over her even though she was two years older. All these sacred spaces now suddenly possessed by someone else.

I guess I just really feel at a crossroads. I know what I need to do, I know work is killing me, my spirit, my drive, I know I need to get away, but I’m scared and anxious about what my next steps should be. I have an ultimate end goal in mind, but I’m not sure what roads to take to get there--or if I am even ready for it at this time.

I feel like I function at half capacity on my off days. I am on at work, I have to be, for my patients, but when I’ve clocked out, when I’m home, it’s like my body just shuts down, all my energy, my drive, it just turns off. I’m incapacitated suddenly.

The solution probably seems simple--apply for another job!--and I did, a few months ago. It’s the first job I’ve applied for where I just haven’t heard anything back from the employer--no “yes”, no “no”, not even a date for an interview--even despite my several attempts at follow-through and my persistence in getting my resume looked over by HR.

One thing I do know for certain is that I don’t want to work in a hospital again (the bureaucracy of it all, and all the patient satisfaction survey bullshit is enough to make you lose your mind) and I don’t want to be relegated to a doctor’s office where I’m sitting on my ass all day or handing tissues to toddlers who haven’t learned yet how to blow their own nose. So this severely limits my options.

So many uncertainties in my life. I don’t know whether to dive head first into the unknown, or continue to tread cautiously and wait for change. In my heart I know that something more proactive must be done, but I’m caught in a rut and I feel like I don’t even have the energy to get out.

#text #very very long post #don't really expect anyone to read this #just needed get this out

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