#two unrelated responses

[trudemaethien]

longshot/sgt fox + turn

immediate thoughts: coruscant rush hour traffic and watchman bent bullet trajectories, kennedy conundrum, parkour

aaaaand i just realized this said SGT fox dammit dammit dammit OK u get a bonus (under the cut), while I go write the right Fox smdh@myself

“I know 501st is our companion battalion and all, and I do want to see those yahoos again, I do, but at the cost of having to hot-bunk? Sheesh, haven’t had to trade off a bed with a brother in a hot minute.”

“Oh, quit your bitching, Longshot, because if the logs officer hears you he might assign you to share with someone who farts uncontrollably, or wets the bed or something,” Trapper teased loudly, grinning. “Oh look, it’s your turn. Wish ya luck!” With that he gave Longshot a shove up to the billeting window.

The logs officer, who had a side-shave and a little neutral symbol tattooed on their face peeping out from the fall of curls across their other cheek, glanced up at him and passed a smaller-than-usual stack of bedding out of the window. “Your five-oh-first partner has the rest and is already in residence,” they intoned with the air of having already said it a hundred times and planning on scores more. “3-76 in ba—hang on—“

But Longshot had already snatched up the auto-printed tag of flimsi. “3-76 in bay 22, what’s the matter with it?” he inquired with an edge of suspicion.

The logs officer sat on their hands and looked like they’d been dared to shoot the extremely salty, sour undiluted electrolytes from a ration packet. “Nothing,” they said tersely, impatiently.

“Uncontrollable farting? Pees the bed?” Longshot pressed, and the logs guy bit back a smile in spite of themself. They’d definitely heard Trapper giving him a hard time.

“So…?”

“Nothing,” they repeated. “Just, ah, recognized my own bunk number—I promise I’m not some yahoo who makes a mess, don’t worry. You’re not weird or gross or anything either, are you?”

“Depends,” said Longshot flirtatiously, leaning on the window’s pass-through ledge, “on just what weird kind of mess you mean.” He winked reassuringly.

Behind him Trapper groaned.

“Hm,” the trooper said, noncommittal.

“You got a name, new bunkmate?”

“What’ll it take for you to turn that tag back over to me?” they countered.

“Your name,” Longshot insisted, pushing his luck.

They stared at him for a moment, considering. “You’re holding up the line,” they finally said, prim as anything. “I’ll find you later, I’m sure. Move along.”

Smirking, Longshot stepped off. “Well, you know where I sleep.”

Hot-Bunk, Bunkmate 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51632134

Bonus (cdr fox):

“I said you could fill out your ranks with shinies, Two-Four, not kriffing Jedi, you absolute cheat!

“I did not! And kark off with that number bullshit, Tenten. In front of my men?”

“What the hell do you call this, then?” Fox gestured to the impossible marked trajectory, motions abrupt and infuriated. “There is no way in the realm of un-force-assisted physics that a trooper could pull off a longshot like that.”

“Oh, I like that,” said an awed voice behind Fox and he whirled to see the starry-eyed shiny listening in—not that he was being particularly circumspect in his tirade. “Can that be my name, Commander? Longshot?”

“No,” said Fox direly in the same breath as Cody overruled him.

His voice was fond and approving and full of shit. “Of course it can, it’s an excellent name, ‘37,” Cody said without looking at Fox.

The newly named Longshot did, however. “Thank you, sir, it really is—a good name and a high compliment.”

“It was not a compliment,” Fox grumbled. “You special in the head?”

“No, sir, no, of course not, forgive me” the kid said, still mostly unsubdued but at least trying to act respectful.

“I’ll —maybe— consider forgiveness, if you can explain to me in detail how the kriff you got it to turn like that?!”

“Certainly,” Longshot said, cheeky again, “over a cuppa caf?” No ‘sir’ now, was this punk flirting?

The absolute audacity.

Not many people knew what an unfortunate blusher Fox was and the tally had just gone up. Fox decidedly didn’t look at Cody who was definitely smirking like a vat-reject.

“Make it something stronger,” Fox said, grappling his dignity back under control, “and you’ll be the one paying, Longshot.”

If he’d gotten one illogical shot to hit an improbable target, why not let him go for another?

Bullet Bending 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51632269

#star wars tcw #fanfiction #cloneshipping #my fic link #tumblr prompts #ask answered #clones #rated t #clone trooper longshot #sgt fox #two unrelated responses #cdr fox

[berlingotesque]

CAN I ASK YOU TO DRAW SAMMY/SUSIE PLEASE?

Who are you when you’re not performing ?

#I normally hate grouping asks together but I got so INTENSELY carried away with this one that I feel it's fine 💀 #susie campbell #sammy lawrence #not tagging it samsie until these two communicate with each other #allison pendle #joey drew #always ruining things just right 👌 #batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #also on an unrelated note happy spooky month to everyone ! #ask response #berlingot’s asks

[tea-cat-arts]

Mihoyo may have forgotten Su is just as big a nerd as Bronya and Kosma, but I sure haven’t.

Really feels like missed comedic potential though. Like, maybe they could’ve had Su desperately trying to hide that he actually gets Kosma and Bronya’s references, but he keeps having to translate for them, so everyone else is slowly catching on to Su (meanwhile Kevin knows damn well about Su’s mech phase and is desperately trying not to laugh at him). Or maybe have Su be like one of those anime nerds that was really into Akira and other older anime and tries to bond with them over it, but he hasn’t seen anything that was made in like the past 15 years so all his references are incredibly outdated.

Or for other occupation related humor, he could just have extensive knowledge of poisons and dangerous chemicals that just comes up in casual conversation and concerns everyone else around him. Or give him a sorta back and forth with Vill-V on what would or wouldn’t kill a man, but in like the most casual/deadpan tone

I haven’t really thought about this point well enough to articulate it well, but you can derive comedy from someone just being enthusiastically nice. The best example I can think of this is Tanjiro from Demon Slayer

Idk, it just feels like Mihoyo just doesn’t really know what to do with Su a lot of the time

#honkai impact #honkai su #kinda glad Mihoyo forgot about him in the last arc so they couldn’t fuck him up #this is 100% just baseless speculation on my part- #I wonder if the butchering of Kevin and Su to a lesser degree is partially in response to Kevsu #like the devs realized they had way more chemistry with each other than Kevin did with Dr MEI #so they tried remove the things that made them work #but things that made them work with each other were also the things that made them interesting characters #like how they both have this unrelenting kindness to them that’s expressed in two very different ways #speaking of things that made them work- #I miss their little jabs at each other #like in that one memory file where Su jokes that he’s gonna max out Kevin’s credit card at dinner or something like that #I also really feel like Mihoyo forgot that Su is constantly flying by the seat of his pants but tries to hide that to comfort others #like he and Kevin tried so hard to put on this persona of being the reliable one #it was always sweet to see them call each other out on it and try and take care of each other #ya I personally ship them but all the things I’m saying could be applied platonically too

[celestial-toys]

been laying here listening to Lucky by Dermot Kennedy on loop for half an hour while thinking about Everything Stays and crying

#it’s good crying dw i am just. i have so many feelings about this story #Seven’s Celestial Commentary #Everything Stays #writing stuff #i may be stuck in bed struggling to type due to personal reasons but that will Not stop me from cooking up ideas for this fic #there is gonna be so much fucking angst and it’s gonna hurt soooooo good #the more i listen to it the more the possibilities expand #i can easily see Moon and Reader going back and forth between verses vulnerably arguing over Sun #but i can also see it being Sun and Moon getting real and discussingcougharguingover Reader #can’t decide which i like more #god i wish y’all could see this story the way it plays out in my head #next best thing would be to keep writing and sharing the story instead of vagueposting abt future plot points tho wouldn’t it lmao #and GOD don’t even get me fucking STARTED on Two Hearts… #Dermot Kennedy’s music is responsible for yet Another plot point for this story and i can’t even be mad about it. his fucking lyricsss dude #‘and so we jump to the THEATER??? in that SAME OLD TOWN???’ DO WE? FUCK I GUESS WE DO NOW!!! #picture me listening to that song and inspiration hitting me like a truck. diligently taking notes like the lyrics r instructions from God #‘she sees his face?? and HE sees HER as the LIGHTS GO DOWN???’ write that down write that down #‘the life that they should’ve had sat between them that night??’ FUCK Man yeah it sure did!!! #anyways it’s chill i’m chill. i’m very normal about my little stories and their musical inspirations! #and i’ve listened to these songs a very normal amount (translation: they will likely be in my top ten for the 2024 wrapped) #(cut to the scenes playing vividly in my head) ‘Well‚ at least I can always say that I /told/ her!’ #‘I can’t relate to having a heart like that‚ Sun! With all of your wonder and your trust intact…’ #like no i wouldn’t lift the lyrics directly for the song to use as dialogue but FUCk does it work well.. Lucky is such a good script for- #like- a heated conversation between my Relentlessly Positive Sun and my Apathetic Jaded Moon #‘How could our farewell mean as much as our time? Honey‚ I’ll be gone. It’s better if I’m something that you leave behind.’ #‘I used to paint these trees‚ now I just scream at the sky. Honey I was wrong. Guess there’s certain things you never leave behind.’ #*sobbing shaking throwing up clawing at the walls* I Am Normal About These Characters #anyways uh. on an unrelated note how many song lyrics do ya think i can cram into ES before it’s Too Many #gonna have to start getting creative with how i can incorporate more songs in a way that feels natural and not forced #even tho i am forcing it. i am forcing it very much bc i have songs with applicable lyrics and y’all Will read them one way or another

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Yuri!!!! It’s been awhile! Saw your tags and they made my day <3

I just wanted to drop by and say that your art is beautiful and that you’ve improved so much! Like, that recent drawing that you made? Absolutely stunning! The lineart, the shading, the colors-! Oh, it was so beautiful <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

azjhgbfjaf cbg!!! that's so sweet of you to say :'D

and right back at you!!! man it's been SO long since i've seen your art on my dash i almost jumped when i saw your username!! like man your art hasn't just improved it literally blew my expectations!!!! >:'Dc i'm so glad you liked the tags because you deserve the compliments and so so much more<3333

#ask #gosh i'm so happy to hear the response you guys had to my last piece too! #unrelated note but i'll think about writing that story. i swear writing and drawing are two wildly different beasts for me to tackle xD #but really tho thank you so much!! your words mean the world especially since you've literally seen how my old art used to be hhh #ughghg my shading was so lazy back then omg >:'D i'm frankly surprised people followed me back then like damn xD #you're doing amazing dude!! have a great day/night and thanks for passing by :')c <33333

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Sometimes I say things to my 11 year old niece and I can tell that these things make her horrified at the idea of growing up. 

#personal #this is kind of a joke #but listen #i started crying because this place ran out of macaroni and cheese so i couldn't have any #and i am actively on my period and did not even connect the two for like 5 minutes #so sometimes i tell her these stories and her response is: this happens to you EVERY MONTH?! #unrelated (no it's not) i also cried this morning because my toast was too toasted and i didn't have any other bread so i couldn't fix it

[twobrokenwyngs]

omg on today’s boy meets world podcast, they break out into a whole conversation about the karate kid and the long-standing debate of whether or not daniel is a bully too. it’s doing such weird things to me to hear will friedle say the name daniel larusso. when worlds collide…

#personal #the way my ears perk up as soon as I hear their names #I think I’ll probably always have that response #but. ahhhhhh please I can’t handle two unrelated loves referencing each other like this!!! its too much

[petrovna-zamo]

omg since we’re talking abt trixie’s music… thinking abt that one time katya said she “bawled her eyes out” to i know you all over again

Omg yes thank you for the reminder 😭 not so secret softie Katya strikes again!

#also not totally unrelated but I’m just thinking about how people can debate and speculate all they want about who inspired what #but we know for a fact “I know you all over again” is about her short lived relationship with a random man from Kentucky #that led to two birds/one stone and basically jumpstarted her drag music career… I wonder if he knows his impact 💀 #let’s talk about that #like this dude is responsible for some of her best songs lol #he’s the real inspiration here! #anyone that makes you want to write a letter every day and declare your love at the top of a rollercoaster #is going to lead to some good music #btw love your username #I will forever be obsessed with those two together #maybe I should post throwback vatya

[psalmsofpsychosis]

This is gonna sound weird, but i'll forever be confused by the feedback artists get. I come across a work on ao3 and i'm like "hmm, the writing style is ordinary and the tone is lackluster, it's okay, there's effort put here so i appreciate it. I estimate this having like, 5 comments and maybe 20-something kodus" and then i look and it's got 95 comments, 500+ kodus, 80 bookmarks. And then there are works that have my soul trying to escape my body like "this is unbelievably intricate and complex and gorgeous and it's such unconventional and fresh and creative take, the writer's voice is so unique and delicate and enticing, i bet this is up there in stratosphere with the amount of feedback this has because it's so exceptional in execution" and then i look and it barely has 8 comments, maybe 20-something kodus, and it's just. It's incredibly confusing to me because i always assume that quality execution where the artist's heart is in it is obvious, other people see it like i do, and they most definitely appreciate it like i do. And there are the few people on the cusp of these two categories, people who write well and get a lot of recognition for it, good for them, but 9 out of 10 cases of good writers i stumble upon, they're practically invisible. This is less of a phenomenon in visual arts because people seem to be more freehanded with those, it's an easier medium to navigate i guess. But literature and fanfic? i'll never understand the way people navigate those. Leaving aside the "first 50 popular fics of any ao3 tag are hot dumpster fire" rule of thumb (which is very true, and the number goes higher the more popular something is), the rest of it just feels like lucky strikes to me and not really a matter of quality execution. It's not a lucky strike, it's the fact that people lean towards supporting their friends and people they love rather than judging the actual quality of the work

#which is fine i guess #like it's really about people liking the person so they love the work too and offer lots of feedback #and vice versa #it's just that i really look for quality creations and i dont really care if i'm friends with someone #my friendship with someone doesn't decide the quality of their art lmao though i WILL love them with all my heart #but the fact that people seem to only engage with and offer feedback to art whose creators they like???? infinitely baffling to me #it's weird to me because way back in my teen years i'd say ''i want my work acknowledged and loved'' #and i'd be told ''honey you need to find more friends who love your work'' and i'd be like ?????? #this is not a comtext of friendship i need people to acknowledge my work because there's skill in it; it's competent and it's creative #and it's good work. it's good execution of the craft #and the idea that i had to offer myself up and ''befriend'' someone and be actively available and responsive to them #just to have the good craftsmanship of my work noticed was very irritating and annoying to me. A craft is a craft; friendship and affinity #is an entirely different concept; these two shouldn't correlate imo #kinda unrelated but this is also why the concept of ''networking'' makes me barf like #''oh you need to chimmy your way in you need connections'' fuck you the quality of my work speaks for itself #i dont want to offer availability and a ''friendship'' i do not mean just to just to have my craft acknowledged it feels so intrusive #and unfair #anyway yeah. this is not hipster talk but a lot of writers and artists that i adore are more or less invisible and i'll never get it #my brain has a pre-installed ''good work is appreciated'' medule because i appreciate good work #(given the artist is a normal person and not a fucking asshole) #but to me it feels like people say ''i appreciate people and only in extension of that i appreciate the work''

[britneyshakespeare]

i have to be honest. i was filling in for a third grade book club this morning and i read up to the first seven chapters of the book (which is where they were) while i was on my half-hour break and i was thinking. man i do not agree with some of the messages in this book lmao.

#third grade angels by jerry spinelli #the cool teacher character tells them they're ALL responsible because two kids ripped up a woman's hat #fighting over who would give it back to her so they could be 'angels' #i get explaining intervene-when-you-see-something-wrong to children #but literally what could a child have done to intervene that wouldnt escalate that situation with their classmates? #tales from diana #there are some interesting messages in the book. i dont love the writing style (I GET IT'S JUVENILE ON PURPOSE it just bothers me lol) #(it's not the age demographic that it's clearly targeted to that bothers me. it's the tone. it tries to be cool in some weird ways) #(cant really explain wo going into page specifics... take my word for it it's weird) #but one of the things about being an adult working w children is telling them to mind their business sometimes. lmao #like if two children are getting into an argument--even if one child is clearly instigating it--you want the ADULTS to handle it or #for the kids themselves to work it out. you don't want to expand the situation outward. bc usually the kids aren't mature enough to handle #it on their own. understandably! #and these quarrels often end up distracting the whole class and you want to prevent THAT just as much as the quarrel itself. #but the whole class in that book scene was either fighting to do this woman a favor or just ignoring it #and ignoring it is frankly what they should've done #just let the woman pick up her own damn hat #idk it's a weird book #unrelated but on recess duty one of my after school kids from last year told me how much she misses me :'''''') #i miss them all too. my after school job was awesome. it didn't have enough hours to justify doing it forever but i loved it #my boss was a pretty good man too #he's retiring at the end of the year + so is one of my coworkers who i talked to today on recess duty #it was also nice to catch up w her. love talking 2 sherry.

[cozypups]

hiiii i hope you’ve been doing well ily ^_^ (hugs you)

EMMA!!! ilysm!! i have been lately!! still getting around and figuring out ways of further improving things, but for the most part I've been more aware of what needs to be worked on!! (hugs you tightly!!) I HOPE YOU'VE BEEN DOING GOOD TOO!!! 💕💕🥺

#asks #magicalemma #i need to be more independent and almost imagine I'm completely responsible for everything #as opposed to feeling like my mom does everything and I'm trying to help her #unrelated but annoyed that my phone doesn't have the two people hugging emoji smh

[heinekenskyw4lker]

whoever is the bloke who thought out the concept of semi-monthly parking signs (with even and odd numbers) in traffic law don't deserve to go to heaven and neither does the asinine douchebag who decided to take away the DVD playing option on laptops.

less than courteous go fuck yourselves on a highway from truly yours.

#these two brainless pisscakes deserves a mighty comeback of the ten plagues of egypt right upon them im so pissed #totally unrelated ranting over the usual fandoms shitpost but im doing my best to let that go and be a responsible future driver here #but bitches are testing my patience #its this or the poor old bugger that is my beloved teacher is gonna hear me vent for 15 min on Monday #he gonna be like 'oh my sweet summer child' and then play the master jedi to my dum dum padawan #road signs and all aint rocket science to comprehend but please my small adhd brain is BLEEDING OUT #trekking my way through the Mordor of law's bullshitting armed with my dick and a knife as the French says #yee haw #shitpost #Natty rants

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: Justice League requires all of its youngest members to list at least one adult emergency contact in case something happens out in the field- And Lancer did tell Danny to put his number down if he needed help!

Lancer wanted to call CPS, wanted to call them for years, but something was wrong with his beloved town and the government agents that came were always… ill mannered. To say the least. So with the young Mr.Fenton appearing wounded in his class on multiple occasions, sleeping through lectures even more often, Lancer felt himself gradually accept that no other adult was going to step up to protect this child.

He figures out his Identity as Phantom and it makes his rage boil hotter than Dante’s sixth layer of hell. Danny refuses to abandon his parents (who continue to hunt him unknowingly), and he refuses to let any of his ghostly responsibilities fall wayside (this CW fellow is a real piece of work!).

But for all the things he expected when he told Danny that he could be trusted and could help- Ms. Manson and Mr.Foley coming to him for help, patching wounds, offering snacks and covering for Danny when attacks occurred in class- he hadn’t expected the Justice League to be knocking on his door.

Lancer blinked at the appearance of Batman in his classroom after the final bell, but then his stomach dropped.

TELLTALE HEART THATS THE BATMAN!!

“Phantom listed you as his emergency contact. Have you had any recent communication with him?” The deep, gravel voice startled Lancer.

Lancer checks his phone, Danny had skipped class today; and while Lancer was working with Danny to get him after school lessons and tutoring for all of the hours he missed, it was uncommon for him not to respond at Lancer’s text asking for a confirmation of his safety.

“Not in 24 hours, but I can message him again.” Lancer is shaking as he types on his phone to team phantom-Who wouldn’t be nervous at both the implications of Danny’s safety and the Batman??

Superman flies into the room from the open doorway, “No luck, without a heartbeat I can’t find him. Where ever they have him it’s lead lined or he’s keeping himself invisible.”

SCARLET LETTER ITS SUPERMAN!?!

Danny doesn’t reply to Lancer, and neither do Danny’s friends.

“He has two team members with whom he is inseparable, if none of them are responding then all three have been accosted. I’m coming with you until we find them.” Lancer declares and while he’s sure that Batman is unimpressed, Superman gives him a sad smile and nods.

Thus Lancer joins the Justice League for a day, Helps to save Team Phantom and Informs the takedown of an illegal government agency.

Batman also slides him some adoption papers and a card for a lawyer if Lancer decides to formally adopt Danny. Lancer also wins a Wayne Excellence Award for Teaching that year but he’s pretty sure the money is unrelated to Danny’s alter ego- after all, Lancer is a fantastic teacher.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc crossover #dp crossover #I like to think that lancer learns so much about the IR from Danny that he becomes akin to a consultant for the JL and JLD #like a ghost appears and if Danny is in a different dimension or smith they just call his English teacher #lancer being a bro to Danny is my fave #but I’m biased cause I had an English teacher who noticed my mental health decline before anyone else bothered to care #lancer gets a check in the mail and it’s for a ton of money and it’s labeled JL Hazard Pay #Bruce: game respects game #lancer corrects both Constantine’s information and his grammar

[deunmiu-dessie]

a paralysis demon plays with you at night, this time you're finally awake to see it.

you're not sure how it started. just that one day it did.

you'd wake up with sticky inner thighs and ruined sheets; the familiar pulsing of your clit, begging for attention almost overwhelming, and your muscles ached as if you had run a marathon the day before. tentatively you'd dip your hand into your panties, nimble fingers finding the hood of your engorged clit, eyebrows pulling together at the almost painful feeling it brought; then they'd drift lower, immediately sinking into creamy, wetness that pooled from your entrance and smeared your labia.

this perverse ritual had become your waking nightmare, weeks upon weeks of waking up to ruined panties and an insatiable hunger that couldn't be sated alone. frustration and tears intertwine, as your lithe fingers desperately caress and coax your clit but to no avail. it'd leave you cranky most days and unapproachable the rest.

what the hell was happening? at first, you believed it to be mere wet dreams, lost in the recesses of your mind. but the inability to find release, even with your touch or the mechanical hum of a vibrator, defied all reason. your sanity teetered on the edge, the constant ache and unrelenting wetness between your thighs, the demands of university, and the grueling hours at the fast-paced coffee shop on campus only exacerbate your torment.

breathe; you had told yourself. you just needed a day to sleep, in order to get back into the groove of your usual hectic life. and so, you make the decision to abandon your responsibilities, forsaking work and classes, seeking solace within the confines of your bed.

but that day you saw it.

as the night grew later, you found yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your eyes open, you clung to the last shreds of wakefulness, determined to finish the movie that had lured you in with its promises of thrills and chills. the laptop, perched on your chest, emitted a faint glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. but despite your best efforts, the battle was futile. with a heavy sigh, you surrendered, closing the laptop and setting it aside.

that should've been it, you should have gone to sleep and woken up the next morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no longer raging and horny, stressed and tired— just your normal self. yet, as if possessed by an unseen force, your eyes snap open, jolting your mind from the peaceful slumber you had so eagerly embraced, but not your body.

the room was cloaked in darkness, save for the feeble glow of a night light by the door. the time couldn't have been later than two in the morning, leaving you with ample hours until you needed to start getting ready for the day…so why were you up?

grunting you attempt to reach across to your desk and grab your water bottle, your throat suddenly dry and scratchy. but you couldn't move. in fact, your whole body felt numb, as if you'd been submerged in an ice-cold lake. you could feel the hair on your arms standing on end, your heart thumping painfully in your ribcage, desperate to escape from your chest and out the window just above your bed. frantic, your eyes darted around your room, flitting over the darkened corners and further on before subconsciously gazing upwards. it gazed back at you.

it was inky black, as if a void had materialized on your ceiling. barren of any discernible features, a foreboding presence emanated from it, sending chills down your spine. its limbs, neck, and torso twisted unnaturally, giving it a grotesque and elongated appearance. tears welled up in your eyes upon witnessing it, and you attempted to scream, only to find your mouth was sealed as if stitched with needle and thread.

the creature descended from above with erratic movements, settling above your figure and menacingly bringing its face closer to yours. this couldn't be happening, it must be a dream and in a desperate attempt to escape, you tightly shut your eyes and began counting backward from ten, gasping for air with each haggard breath.

however, a phantom graze on your thigh startles your eyes open. the creature was still there, its taloned, inky black hand slowly trailing along your clammy skin. even without a face, you could feel its gaze upon you, sinister and scheming. swallowing thickly, goosebumps follow in the wake of its touch, like tiny flames igniting your skin.

and almost as if accustomed to its advances, your body ignites with a dizzying heat, pussy weeping and your clit throbbing eagerly, readily despite your heart skipping and restarting all in one second with fear. its touch is tantalizing and deliberate, momentarily vanishing underneath your oversized night-shirt before returning to the heat of your thighs, talons pricking your flesh.

the creature's game finally comes to an end as it finds your fattened clit, which eagerly presses against the fabric of your panties, craving any form of touch. its assault is steady but firm and the touch immediately sets you off. your body, needy from weeks of being unable to orgasm, finally reaches its limit. you can feel the knot tightening in your tummy, a sharp, zinging pain in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs.

however, just as you approach your climax, the creature abruptly stops, shifting its touch to your slick inner thighs, face pressing closer to yours, leering and mocking. without the constant stimulation, your orgasm subsides, leaving you with a throbbing ache in your hips, cunt drooling with your arousal profusely.

your eyebrows cinch together, tears staining your cheeks before you're hit with a realization. the constant feeling of never being satisfied and not being able to cum, was because of this…creature.

its pitch-black visage suddenly splits into a sinister grin, revealing rows of serrated teeth gleaming with viscid, thick saliva. its voice is otherwordly deep, it's guttural, and raspy; fingers returning deftly to your clit to rub circles. "do you remember now?"

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