#“I was okay with you dying but this whole butt-“

[echo-of-the-eye]

Spoilers for ep 4 of misfits and magic 2!

Not even 5 minutes into the episode and Evan has a goat tattoo and has been confirmed to be assless. Incredible

[3verythingiknowaboutlove]

the limit does not exist!

how spencer helps college!reader understand a little calculus and therefore understand how he loves her.

MDNI | smut word count: 1931 warnings & tags & stuff: fem reader, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lil bit of overstim hehe, pure unbridled affection, LOVE, FLUFF, hugging, reader cries, this was in fact meant to be written for spence's birthday... sorry about that school is kicking my butt lets just pretend it's october! author's note: this one is for my folks who HATE their calculus class and want spencer reid to give them head instead <3 maybe this can help you romanticize it a bit. i think this is classified as self indulgent…like REALLY self indulgent… hah... anyway i hope you enjoy! let me know your thoughts if u have any, i loveeeee you!! have a great day my hands are shaking posting this smut is so scary!!!!!

You sat in bed, staring down your notebook, eyes narrowed. Limits stared back at you. You were just about at your own limit, if you were being honest. 

Your brain, however sharp and witty it may be, is absolutely not one designed for calculus. A literary analysis essay? Done in half an hour. In depth scientific research project? Easiest months of your life. But there’s something about finding the instantaneous rate of change of a curve at one point in time by finding the slope of a tangent line that hasn't clicked yet. 

A slew of other papers- notes, practice worksheets printed from obscure websites, and formulas- surround you, a sea of unfinished thoughts from the past month of the semester.

You bite on the end of your pen, the little hope you had for a good grade in this class slipping further and further away with each passing moment, like the last ember dying in the remains of a fire.

What you really wanted to be doing was celebrating Spencer’s birthday with him right now. A chocolate cake lay on the kitchen counter and pasta simmers on the stove, but you and your boyfriend had agreed to do a solid hour of work before the celebrations ensued.

You were never particularly strong willed when it came to following through on such agreements.

“Teach me calculus,” you say, a very impressive three minutes later, flopping down on the couch. Your head makes its way to its forever resting spot, Spencer’s lap. He raises his eyebrows slightly, thumb reaching out to trace over the slope of your nose. His eyes flit between you and the file to the side of him. 

“I thought we agreed on an hour.”

“Yeah. But it wouldn’t be a very productive hour if I didn’t know how to do what I have to do. And I missed you.” 

He sighs quietly, closing the file next to him. 

“What do you not understand?” You smile at that, loving how quickly you won.

“Related rates. Like, conceptually.” 

Spencer hums in response.

“It’s October. You’re not even supposed to know related rates yet.”

“Fine. Then let's open presents,” you respond, smiley. His eyebrows get impossibly higher, hand stroking your cheek delicately.

“No. I want our night to be a little more stress free when we celebrate, okay? How about you think about that lovely cake you made for me. What if I decided to squash it so that the diameter would get bigger, going from…let’s say, 20 centimeters to 26 centimeters in 3 seconds, and the height would get smal-”

“That wouldn't be nice. It took me like four hours,” you interrupt, grumbling. He cracks a smile.

“For the sake of the example, let's say I was an awful boyfriend and really wanted to ruin all the hard work you put in for me.”

You roll your eyes.

“Hey,” he says, hand moving down to touch your jaw softly. “Don’t do that. Don’t be difficult. I’m helping you.”

“Sorry. I guess I need you to zoom out a little. I don’t really get why I’m learning this as a whole.” Spencer’s eyes pore into yours, staring down at you adoringly for a small moment as he comes up with an answer.

“Calculus helps us begin to explain the unexplainable by harnessing what we can,” Spencer says simply. “Einstein once said that, ‘Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas,’ which makes it simple in practice, but I actually like to think about it as the opposite philosophically. Trying to find logic in the more poetic ideas.”

You cuddle deeper in his lap.

“Think he would agree with that?” you ask. “I do answer to Einstein before you, unfortunately.” Spencer bends down to kiss your hair.

“I think so. He also had a really nice quote where he remarked that, ‘Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.’ He said, ‘How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.’”

Spencer takes a deep breath.

“Math doesn’t explain how I love you. It can’t. But I love the fact that it tries to. It kinda makes you wanna learn it as best you can.”

You process that for a long second and nod. He keeps talking.

… 

Presents get opened, and cake gets eaten before dinner. Of course.

You’re now in bed, on top of the covers, forcing Spencer to give you a fashion show of the new sweater vest and tie you got him. He turns to you after putting it on, and you beam. 

“I really like it. You look great. Do you like it?” you ask. He nods, smiling back at you.

“I’m gonna wear it to work tomorrow.” 

You beckon for Spencer to come closer, sitting up in bed. Your hands go out to the tie, tugging at the knot softly. He stares down at you until eventually interrupting your motions with a slow kiss, hands cupping your face.

“You’re so pretty,” he mutters.

He pulls away and finishes what you started, folding the tie neatly and setting it in the drawer. Then comes the vest, and soon enough, he’s just in his boxers.

“You’re the pretty one,” you say quietly. “Come to bed.” He crawls on next to you, tugging you into his arms. “Happy birthday, Spence. I love you.” He dips his forehead to your shoulder.

“I love you.”

Before you know it, he’s shifted on top of you, moving down. Fast. You blink, hard, trying to rid your head of the hazy endorphins as you register what he’s doing.

“What? No, I was gonna do that. It’s your birthday. You don’t have to,” you protest.

“But I really, really want to, darling girl,” he murmurs back, kissing your knee and softly pushing it to the side.

You fluster and Spencer just looks at you, fingers tracing shapes on your waist, waiting for you to be ready. 

“Well. Um. Okay. If you insist. I can’t really deny the birthday boy.” Your voice is small, and a little giddy smile grows on your face. Of course Spencer Reid would want to give you head on his birthday. 

He smiles a little against the bare skin of your hip where your top meets your shorts. Then he meets your eyes. 

“You know you can, though, right?” he asks, voice a little more serious. You reach out to touch his hair softly. 

“Yeah. I know.”

Fingers hook your shorts, gently pulling them down. He presses a kiss to your thigh, and then he suddenly looks down at it. 

“Soft,” he murmurs, like he’s making a mental note. He presses another, and another, incrementally going closer and closer to your soaked through underwear. His eyebrows scrunch when he sees the wet spot. “All this from a few kisses?” 

You blush, unable to respond. 

Spencer’s fingers hook a centimeter of your underwear. “These?” he checks.

“Yes, please,” you manage. He tugs them down, silently noticing the slickness of your sex, and exhales shakily.

“How many times on average does it take for a guy to call you pretty on a given day before you get annoyed?” he murmurs, soft smile playing on his face. You smile too, head cloudy from his words, but it immediately drops when his lips press directly against your pulsing clit, kissing it softly.

“Fuck,” you say (Spencer would argue moan) softly (loudly). You let out a content sigh, and he moves to suckle it, actions becoming less and less delicate. 

It’s not harsh, but incessant. Spencer knows what you can take. He knows exactly what you can take. You’re both quiet for a bit, save for your breathy moans. 

“Spencer,” you say softly, ripping you both out of your individually hazy and dirty and distracted minds. “You’re too far away.” He looks up to you, face parallel to your aching core, hair beautifully messy and mouth glistening.

After a second, he grabs your hips, gently pushing you up against the pillows so you’re propped up at a better angle. He then shifts his body up wordlessly so he’s more above you, dipping his head down to give you a soft kiss. You taste yourself, tongue darting out to lick your lips.

His hand takes over where his mouth was, sliding in between your folds with a practiced ease. Spencer looks down at you, eyes wide and flitting between yours, searching for a reaction.

You reach out and wrap your arms around him, holding him close. “Holy shit, I love you,” you murmur.

His fingers lightly graze your clit again before one slides into you. “Angel,” he breathes out, so quietly. “I love you too. This okay? Are you okay?”

You nod feverishly and lift your hips to meet his hand, always in a perpetual state of wanting more, to be closer. Your bodies are melded so close together, barely giving him room to push his hand into you. He doesn’t even bother to ask you to use your words or keep your hips down, like he might on a regular night.

He pulls his head back to watch as he pushes another finger into you, stretching you just a little. “There we go. You always feel like heaven around me.”

Your eyes flit up to his face as he says those words, now having a little more room to observe him. You focus on the slope of his nose and curve of his mouth. 

“You’re so perfect,” you say quietly, adoringly, before you even realize it was true.

You blink at that thought. Spencer Reid is perfect, despite whatever universal odds deeming that impossible.

Those graphs, those formulas, now laying discarded & crumpled on the ground. They click, a little bit. You understand why Albert Einstein wanted to spend his life developing theories of relativity.

This is how Spencer sees you? What he was talking about earlier?

This is how he sees you?

The thought is almost too much.

Spencer sees your face, and not knowing what's going on in your head, slides down his free hand from your cheek to your carotid, feeling your racing pulse. “Take a deep breath for me, okay? You're about to come, huh?”

You inhale and are met with peace. Then your orgasm hits you like a wave. You clench hard around his fingers, and he just watches it happen, fascinated. “Baby,” he coos softly at you.

It wasn’t just your sensitivity he’s currently maximizing on or the little kisses he dips down to leave on your neck that sealed the deal, but the very thought that you could be loved in a way that is so perfectly impossible.

You exhale breathily as Spencer pushes you through the last trails of your climax, fingers not caring one bit that you just had your world tilted on its axis. 

“Spencer. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you say eventually, overstimulated.

“You’re okay. Did so good.” he murmurs, fingers slipping out of you. 

His thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even realize was dripping down.

“Don’t cry, you always cry. It’s my birthday. Don’t cry on my birthday,” he whispers soothingly, affection lacing his voice.

“I’m not.” 

Another one falls. 

You reach and press out that perpetual little slope between his eyebrows with your thumb, gentle, like you might break him. “I’m not crying.”

Spencer lets you lie.

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

BUMBLE (WARRIOR CATS) (CW: Domestic Abuse)

1.) Back with another Warriors submission, I bet you’ll be getting a lot from other people too LMAO. Bumble is a kittypet (housecat) who befriends the male protagonist Gray Wing’s girlfriend, Turtle Tail, and lets her stay in her house. This gets Gray Wing all pissy because he’s controlling of Turtle Tail and shares most of the wild/clan cat’s proclivity for looking down upon kittypets. Turtle Tail gets pregnant by another kittypet, Tom, who tries to control her by hiding the fact that humans take away kittens after they’re born. Eventually Bumble comes clean about it so Turtle Tail returns to the forest. Some time later, Bumble is found in the forest seeking refuge because Tom has been physically abusing her, scratching her where the humans can’t see. So, she’s CANONICALLY ACKNOWLEDGED as a domestic abuse victim (unlike Squirrelflight who meets all the textbook signs but the narrative and authors deny it). How do you think our good guy protagonists, i.e. Gray Wing “The Wise” and Turtle Tail, respond to an abuse victim seeking refuge? They tell Bumble to go home, thinking to themselves that she’s fat and soft and therefore would be useless in their group. Bumble stands up for herself and asks to speak with the leaders of the group. One of them asks if Bumble could just get along with Tom better (bro???) and when Bumble says it’s not within her control, the leader suggests being nicer to the humans instead. Another rival leader butts in and verbally abuses Bumble again by ripping into how fat and lazy and useless she would be. Despite Turtle Tail having been friends with Bumble and Bumble had helped her through her own hard times, to Gray Wing’s approval Turtle Tail chooses not to intervene as Bumble is forcibly escorted back to her abuser. But that’s not all. Later Bumble is found in the forest maimed and dying, and it seems likely that Gray Wing’s brother Clear Sky, a male with a long history of violence, is the culprit. Rather than mourn the dying innocent cat, Gray Wing’s primary concern is how other cats might be mean to Clear Sky if they think he’s a murderer, and reassures himself that refusing to help Bumble in her time of need was still the right decision.

2.) I have no idea how she managed to be written so horrifically from an abuse victim and woman (/she-cat I guess) standpoint but here we are. Okay so my memory is a bit fuzzy but basically Bumble was a character in Dawn of the Clans and a close friend to Turtle Tail, a major character, as well as a character who lived close to Tom, an abusive dickhead of a cat. Bumble was largely depicted as just a really sweet cat. Turtle Tail was very briefly the mate of Turtle Tail, but once she got pregnant, he became super violent towards both her and our gal Bumble. Tom actively hid the fact that, once her kits were old enough, Turtle Tail’s kits would probably be taken from her, and made Bumble keep quiet about this too, but Bumble eventually told Turtle Tail the truth, Turtle Tail left and Tom became extremely violent towards Bumble because of this, and was extremely abusive towards her. Eventually, Bumble ran away from him to where Turtle Tail and co were and begged to stay, since the wilderness as a whole was genuinely more safe than being around Tom was. Naturally, this meant kitty xenophobia from cats who had only arrived in that area recently, because everybody was insistent than, since she was a kittypet/house cat, things wouldn’t work out, and even her friend Turtle Tail denied her on this, insisted she was too soft to live in the wild and only sent her towards a cat Bumble wanted to convince because she was absolutely certain she’d be denied. Also our good old protagonist Gray Wing got to spend this scene being all upset about this soft cat wanting to join them to escape an abuser and was all bitter about the fact that Turtle Tail lived with her for a short period of time, and he also got to have a sweet romantic moment with Turtle Tail after denying an abuse victim an escape from her abuser. Also as much as I like Tall Shadow usually she sucked ass in the following scene because she was essentially telling Bumble to go find a way to make peace with Tom as if she was not the one being abused (Bumble pointed out that Tom was the one who would need to make peace for it to happen, not her) and that she should just make life better by going back to being a housecat and being spoiled despite the fact that she was actively at risk with her owners because of Tom. Then she leaves after being threatened by several cats there and is called soft on the way out. The next time she appears she is literally dying, and her death is just a plot device to create a stupid little mystery which is solved in a very stupid way. Also her abuser does continue to be a shithead and for some reason is fully permitted to kidnap his own children but he also gets a heroic death and the only reason I will not rant more about him is because this is too long already. Long story short Bumble deserves the world and everybody who decided not to let her escape her abuser just because they thought she was soft sucks

3.) Is nice to the group of starving, feral wild cats that left the mountains so their friends and family could have more food to eat and befriends one of them to the point of opening her home to her after she leaves the group because the guy she likes is too dumb to notice she likes him and keeps falling for his brother’s love interests.

Unfortunately, because Bumble is a house cat who lives in a house with people and not a Wild and Free cat, this is a grave and horrible crime (luring a wild cat into the safety and comforts of domesticity) and is villainized for the rest of the arc, including for things wildly out of her control

I.E.

Her owners taking in an aggressive male cat that bullies and abuses the two female cats already living there

When Bumble’s friend leaves and goes back to the wild cats, Bumble leaves her home (as the abuse as has gotten worse) to see if she could either get help or have her friend return so the abuse isn’t as bad again)

Bumble eventually dies in the wild because the feral cats all hate her for ‘stealing’ their friend and tricking her into becoming a kittypet for awhile and refuse to help Bumble adjust to wild life or even teaching her how to hunt.

They are littl e to no hard feelings at her death beyond ‘good riddance’ but the aggressive tomcat that chased her out of her home is later regarded with good feelings and regret at such a ‘good, heroic cat’ passing when he dies despite him literally never doing a good or kind thing in his life and actually causing trouble for the wild cats right before dying

ALEX DEWITT (DC COMICS)

1.) The term “fridging” is literally based on Alex and what happened to her. She was killed off violently by a bad guy trying to get at her boyfriend only a couple issues after she was introduced (making it obvious they only brought her in to kill her off for shock value). Her death did very little to the narrative other than hurt her boyfriend Kyle and was done in an exceedingly horrifying and violent way. (Bad guy came to the door with flowers and threatening note, broke in and attacked her, choking her to death, before [off panel] chopping her body up and sticking it in the refrigerator as a “surprise” for her boyfriend. This obviously is really fucked up and she deserves better and should win this actually (a vote for Alex is a vote for all fridging victims [in spirit])

2.) It doesn’t get much worse than being the character whose death originated the “fridging” trope. In Green Lantern Vol. 3 #54, Kyle Rayner comes home to find that Alexandra, his girlfriend, has been killed by the villain Major Force and stuffed into the refrigerator.

Alexandra DeWitt is the character whose misogynistic treatment coined the term where a character, usually female, is killed off purely to make the main character, usually male, feel bad. Even if there are other characters who have been subjected to similar levels of misogyny, Alexandra DeWitt’s treatment has been essentially immortalized.

3.) I know she’s not going to win but shout out to my home girl, literally the trope namer for women shoved in fridges. All anyone ever knows about her is that she was Kyle’s girlfriend and got murdered for his character development, even though she had plenty of potential to be her own character.

[scientia-rex]

Because my most popular post is about weight loss and how it's a crock, I get a lot of questions about various things, including bariatric surgery--just posted the link to the post I did about that--but also Ozempic/Wegovy, the once-weekly injectable semaglutide medication that was developed for diabetes but was found to have independent benefits on weight loss.

I always said that weight loss was like Viagra: when a medication came along that actually worked, it would explode. We'd all hear about it. Fen-phen in the 90s worked, but it was bad for your heart. Stimulants, like meth, may cause weight loss, but they do it at the cost of heart health, and raise your likelihood of dying young. Over the counter weight loss supplements often contain illegal and unlisted thyroid hormone, which is also dangerous for the heart if taken in the absence of a real deficiency. Orlistat, or "Alli," works the same way as the Olestra chips Lays made in the 1990s--it shuts off your ability to digest fats, and the problem with that is that fats irritate the gut, so then you end up with fatty diarrhea and probably sharts. Plus Alli only leads to 8-10lbs of weight loss in the best case scenario, and most people are not willing to endure sharts for the sake of 8lbs.

And then came the GLP-1 agonists. GLP stands for glucagon-like peptide. Your body uses insulin to make cells uptake sugar. You can't just have free-floating sugar and use it, it has to go into the cells to be used. So if your body sucks at moving sugar into the cells, you end up with a bunch of glucose hanging out in places where it shouldn't be, depositing on small vessels, damaging nerves and your retinas and kidneys and everywhere else that has a whole lot of sensitive small blood vessels, like your brain.

Glucagon makes your liver break down stored sugars and release them. You can think of it as part of insulin's supporting cast. If your body needs sugar and you aren't eating it, you aren't going to die of hypoglycemia, unless you've got some rare genetic conditions--your liver is going to go, whoops, here you go! and cough it up.

But glucagon-like peptide doesn't act quite the same way. What glucagon-like peptide does is actually stimulating your body to release insulin. It inhibits glucagon secretion. It says, we're okay, we're full, we just ate, we don't need more glucagon right now.

This has been enough for many people to both improve blood sugar and cause weight loss. Some patients find they think about food less, which can be a blessing if you have an abnormally active hunger drive, or if you have or had an eating disorder.

However, every patient I've started on semaglutide in any form (Ozempic, Wegovy, or Rybelsus) has had nausea to start with, probably because it slows the rate of stomach emptying. And that nausea sometimes improves, and sometimes it doesn't. There's some reports out now of possible gastroparesis associated with it, which is where the stomach just stops contracting in a way that lets it empty normally into the small intestine. That may not sound like a big deal, but it's a lifelong ticket to abdominal pain and nausea and vomiting, and we are not good at treating it. We're talking Reglan, a sedating anti-nausea but pro-motility agent, which makes many of my patients too sleepy to function, or a gastric pacemaker, which is a relatively new surgery. You can also try a macrolide antibiotic, like erythromycin, but I have had almost no success in getting insurance to cover those and also they have their own significant side effects.

Rapid weight loss from any cause, whether illness, medication, or surgery, comes with problems. Your skin is not able to contract quickly. It probably will, over long periods of time, but "Ozempic face" and "Ozempic butt" are not what people who want to lose weight are looking for. Your vision of your ideal body does not include loose, excess skin.

The data are also pretty clear that you can't "kick start" weight loss with Ozempic and then maintain it with behavioral mechanisms. If you want to maintain the weight loss, you need to stay on the medication. A dose that is high enough to cause weight loss is significantly higher than the minimum dose where we see improvements in blood sugar, and with a higher dose comes higher risk of side effects.

I would wait on semaglutide. I would wait because it's been out for a couple of years now but with the current explosion in popularity we're going to see more nuanced data on side effects emerging. When you go from Phase III human trials to actual use in the world, you get thousands or millions more data points, and rare side effects that weren't seen in the small human trials become apparent. It's why I always say my favorite things for a drug to be are old, safe, and cheap.

I also suspect the oral form, Rybelsus, is going to get more popular and be refined in some way. It's currently prohibitively expensive--all of these are; we're talking 1200 or so bucks a month before insurance, and insurance coverage varies widely. I have patients who pay anything from zero to thirty to three hundred bucks a month for injectable semaglutide. I don't think I currently have anyone whose insurance covers Rybelsus who could also tolerate the nausea. My panel right now is about a thousand patients.

There are also other GLP-1 agonists. Victoza, a twice-daily injection, and Trulicity, and anything else that ends in "-aglutide". But those aren't as popular, despite being cheaper, and they aren't specifically approved for weight loss.

Mounjaro is a newer one, tirzepatide, that acts on two receptors rather than one. In addition to stimulating GLP-1 receptors, it also stimulates glucose-dependent insulinotropic polypeptide (GIP) receptors. It may work better; I'm not sure whether that's going to come with a concomitantly increased risk of side effects. It's still only approved for diabetes treatment, but I suspect that will change soon and I suspect we'll see a lot of cross-over in terms of using it to treat obesity.

I don't think these medications are going away. I also don't think they're right for everyone. They can reactivate medullary thyroid carcinoma; they can fuck up digestion; they may lead to decreased quality of life. So while there may be people who do well with them, it is okay if those people are not you. You do not owe being thin to anyone. You most certainly do not owe being thin to the extent that you should risk your health for it. Being thin makes navigating a deeply fat-hating world easier, in many ways, so I never blame anyone for wanting to be thin; I just want to emphasize that it is okay if you stay fat forever.

[death---dealer]

I know we talk about just reader with Noa, but can you imagine like? Becoming a part of his group with Anaya and Soona? The four of you doing things together? Absolutely unbreakable?

Have some headcanons I can't stop myself ANYMORE.

Noa, Anaya & Soona / Reader - Friendship Headcanons.

Going climbing with them - Always a good time and Noa likes it when he carries you on his back. ( Shoutout to @nerdy-novelist017 for this idea, I promise I am writing a whole fic for it omg. ) He likes the feeling of your body against him and really likes that you trust him to do that. ~*Anaya decimates that for Noa ( BLOCKED essentially ) and convinces you to try on your own, laughing loudly when you were hanging upside down from a rusted beam, arms above your head, blood rushing to your face and making it appear just a shade darker. *~Noa having a heart-attack, thinking you're absolutely going to fall, Anaya is rooting you on and Soona is trying to get Anaya to stop and trying to get Noa to stop from absolutely dying at the situation as he tries to grab you and pull you down. All the while, you're just playing along with Anaya who pushes you like a swing, watching as you sway back and forth. *~ Anaya telling Noa that you're really tougher than you appear and that you don't need to be babied and for a second, as Noa watches you on the beam, anchoring enough to get yourself upwards to stand so you're not hanging upside down anymore, he thinks that maybe his friend is right. *~ Or... Maybe not. You mis-step, coming tumbling down onto a patch of grass, padded enough for the small drop from the beam, onto the ground with a soft 'umph' and a small plume of dirt. *~ Noa and Soona absolutely panic and run to you, followed by Anaya only to see that you're splayed flat on your back, arms and legs out like a starfish before raising your right arm, giving them a thumbs up while wheezing out a small laugh. Soona laughs slightly out of relief that you weren't injured, asking if you're okay and helping you off the ground. *~ Noa smacks Anaya upside the head for actually trying to convince him that you climbing around the ruins was a great idea.

Uhm Soona Braiding your hair? HELLO?!!? ~* Maybe it's for a ceremony of sorts that Noa is going to be conducting; think along the lines of blessing the young Apes who were about to go through their coming-of-age the next morning with their Eagle Eggs. This is first one since his father passed. He's incredibly nervous, worried he's going to mess up and has been secluded by himself for the entire day in preparation of not fumbling. ~* Soona asking you if it would be alright to dress your hair up. Just a few braids, she told you. It was symbolic in a way and she 100% tells you that Noa would appreciate it, knowing that the two of you have this unspoken feeling aspect to your relationship. ( She's trying to help. ) ~* You smile softly at her, letting her fingers transverse through your hair. She makes gentle comments about how thin it was compared to her own Ape fur, and even jokes that it must get cold, having most of your hair on your head and not along the rest of your body. You nod in agreement, telling her things about clothing and how it serves Echo's a purpose of insulation, to keep warm. ~* 100% Sneaks a few wooden beads and blue feathers into the intricacy of the braids. The Wooden beads? They're from Dar. Soona knows that Noa will recognize them. The blue feathers? They're from Eagle Sun. Noa's bird.

Anaya telling you things about Noa, about his childhood, some memories- much to the Eagle Clan's leaders bemusement. ~*Never any deep or dark secrets, but it's definitely ones that could be seen as embarrassing, especially since Noa did like you and did want to leave an impression. ~*Noa tends to stay quiet in these moments, but if he notices Anaya saying something that was incorrect, he does butt in and sarcastically fix the details for him. Usually garnering a rather mocking face from Anaya and Soona laughing, telling him to calm down and that Anaya was only telling a story; as long as the premise was true, the minute details that Noa could remember didn't matter in the grand scope. He definitely does it though to keep the story straight so you don't get the impression that he's well..................... Not a good match for you. ~*The way Anaya puts his stories always makes you laugh; he's got a knack for that, Noa noticed and smiles along with Anaya's voice as he's telling you about the time Noa had ultimately gotten his foot stuck in an ant hill when they were very young. Soona joins in and tells you the absolute panic that Noa went into. They begin talking over each other, recollecting the same memory in two different ways. Noa's transfixed watching you watch Anaya and Soona. He... He likes this; being surrounded by the three of you. By... By his family. ~*Moments later, that peaceful bliss that Noa was floating off into uncharted territory when Anaya told you that Noa got bit by the ants. In a lot of places. On his feet, up his leg, on his--- Noa had to stop Anaya from talking, quick to see where that was going. There was a tinge of red against your cheeks as you looked at at Noa, who looked back down at you after shutting Anaya up. Everyone knew where that was going- Anaya in his oblivious nature saying, "You... Should show Echo the scars. Maybe interested."

Soona occasionally has to tell Anaya to leave the two of you alone if she senses that you and Noa are having an intimate interaction. ~*He contemplates Soona's words but goes towards you anyway. You're all friends, what you were talking about had to be appropriate for the whole group. Right? RIGHT! ~* He is definitely more oblivious than Soona, and will find himself between the two of you, breaking apart the conversation you were having. ~* Soona giving Noa an apologetic look as she sits next to you. She tried to get Anaya to stop without flat out giving a reason, leaving it up to interpretation. ~* Noa then staring at Anaya as he starts talking to you before your eyes meet. He's empathetic with his eyes, telling you that the two of you an finish you conversation later.

Being gifted a necklace, very similar in nature to Soona's, by all three of them. ~* Happens after you had been with the Clan for a quite a bit of time. It was a symbol that you were now considered one of them, one of the Eagle Clan. ~* Soona feels like she's jumping out of her skin as you let her hands put it over your head, falling delicately onto your neck despite the rather bulky appearance of it. It was remarkably light, scaled down ever so slightly as you were smaller in stature compared to your friends. ~*Anaya thinks it looks great, and is quick to give you a compliment. He nudges Noa in the ribs with his elbow, encouraging his friend to say something. This was a gift from all of them! Not just Soona and Anaya. ~* Noa looks at you, suddenly dry mouthed. You smile at him, reaching your hand up to play along the delicate nature of the detailing and the pedants that fell right along the bridge of your collarbone. 'Looks...' He signed at you slowly, 'Good.' ~*Soona and Anaya end up watching the interaction carefully. Noa is nervous to give compliments to you, they note at the stance that Noa has, his shoulders slightly hunching in on himself. You're nervous to receive them, they note the way that your face stiffened before softening again at the acknowledgement of the words. ~*Definitely hits Anaya right then watching you and Noa that there was more going on than he initially sensed. He narrows his eyes in suspicion. Totally complains to Soona later that evening that she should have just told him that the two of you liked each other and Soona ultimately doesn't hear the end of it because Anaya felt left out.

[mattmurdock42]

Don't tease the bear with a short stick!

Summary: you and Henry had plans for the night, but your son kept delaying the plans, and you would tease him All.The.Time!!

Warnings: vibrator, cuffs, overstimulation, oral (m recieving), hand job, sex, butt plug, loottss of fluff.

P.s: Little Tomás is back!!! (His first appearance was in "Henry dressed as a Vampire")

W.c:+-5.5k

It was saturday.

You, Henry and little Tomás woke up at 9, then you headed to the gym.

While you and Henry worked out, little Tom sat on a chair playing his videogame.

You were doing squats and listening to some metal ( it was your work out songs), when you suddenly feel someone approaching you from behind, putting their hands on each side of the bar and squat with you, kinda helping if the bar happens to be to heavy and you fail. Startled, you look up and recognize Henry´s hands. As you finish this rep, panting, you look at him with narrowed eyes and say: " How many times do i have to tell you to not approach me from behind during the reps? Besides beign distracting, it scares me most of the times!"

He grins at you. "Sorry, my love, but i couldn´t help myself. i just needed to say that you should take of your shirt. It´s hell hot today. Moreover, i´m dying to see you squat just in your sports bra." He says as he toys with the hem of your shirt.

You gently move away his hand from your clothe. "Sorry, bear, but i´m a little swollen today." You give him a quick peck on his lips to apologize.

"Darling, i did not ask if you are swollen or not, i said for you to take your shirt of. You are dripping wet. If you don´t take it off yourself, i´ll do it for you, baby girl." He whispered for only you to hear this last part.

You knew how sweat you were. However, your insecurities never leaved you. With time, you grew comfortable with Henry, he always loved your thick belly. Your bigger insecurity was your belly, since it was the most thick part of your body. You hated that. Your legs could be considered strong, your arms too, but your stomach, always thick and looking swollen. Henry always tried to reasure you, but you couldn´t help it sometimes.

"Henry, please." You whined, looking to your sides as he got closer.

"Baby, there is just five more people in here, and they are all mindind their own bussines. You are looking stunning, darling, I assure you. This gray, wet shorts are driving my mind crazy. Take your shirt off, and tonight i´ll show you the effect they caused on me now." He said as he caressed your hand.

"Okay." You sighed.

You went to the bathroom and took it of.

As you came back, Henry gave you a mischievious smile and went to finish his training, giving constant glances at you the whole time.

You finished your work out program and went to sit with your son, to wait for Henry.

"Hello, my little one." You say as you sit beside him, messing with his hair.

"Hi, mama!" He says without taking his eyes off of the device.

"Daddy told me you could pick the restaurant this weekend. Where do you wanna go?"

He put the device aside and looked happily at you. "Umm, could it be at Cigalon?"

"Sure, my love."

He gave you a long hugh. He was a mama´s boy, so his hugs were always long when it came to you. Tomás sat on your lap as he continued playing his videogame, and you watched Henry, lifting weighs three times your body weigh.

As he finished, he took your bag and you headed home.

After everyone took a shower, you went to Cigalon, as your son asked.

After you had lunch, you headed to the supermarket, since you were already out.

"Mama, you look so pretty!" Tomás said as he hughed your waist while you were picking fruits and vegetables. "This dress looks amazing on you. So cute!" He said as he gently took a peace of fabric in his tiny hands to look at it closer.

"Aww, thank you so much, my puppy." You say as you envelop his back on a hugh. As you meet with Henry again (he was getting the meat, since he loved this part), your son ran to him and said: "Daddy, doesn´t mama look cute in that dress? It suits her so well!"

"Yes, Tommy, it really suits her." He says as he places the meat inside your cart and goes to your side. "It really gets her most beautiful parts to get notice." As he said that, he slightly smacked your ass, so your son wouldn´t see it.

You got what he meant with the 'get notice'.

Tomás, that afternoon, went to a birthday party of one of his little friends, so you and Henry were alone.

As he was seating on his game chair, playing World of War Hammer, you got behind him and placed your hands on his shoulders, massaging it. You lowered your torso to his ear level and whispered: "I was hoping you´d show me what my gray short caused on you today."

He humms, appreciating the massage. " My love, if you don't mind, could we do this tonight? Right now I'm a little sore from the gym, but at night, I will be all yours."

"Are you sure?" You ask as you lower one hand to his bulge, squeezing it, but not hard enough to hurt him.

"Be careful with those sinful hands, pet. They could get you in a serious trouble."

"Oh, I'm counting on it." You whisper in his ear as you give him a harder squeeze, making him jump a little.

As he looked back at you, you ran to the living room. You knew what waited for you tonight, and you couldn't wait.

The night came and you went to pick Tom. When you arrived, Henry was already cooking dinner, beef with carrots and rice, just like your son liked.

During dinner, Tomás asked: "Daddy, can we watch a movie later?"

"Could it be tomorrow? You played the whole day and I bet you are really tired. Don't you agree that tomorrow is a better idea?"

You knew Henry's intentions, and had to cover your mouth to suppress the big smile of amusement on your face.

Your son turned to you for help. He knew that, if there was someone who could persuade his daddy, it was you.

"Mama, please? I'm not tired!"

You looked at Henry and scornfully said: "please, daddy?"

He sighed. "Sure, puppy. Finish your meal then go choose the film."

Thomás was choosing the movie while you and Henry were cleaning the table.

You knew that you had messed a little with Henry's plans for tonight, but you loved to tease him, so you decided to make it hard to him. And your son, absent mindedly, helped you.

Henry sat on the couch with his bowl of ice cream while you were handing Tom his. Then, you got back to the kitchen to take yours. As you showed back into the room, Henry put his enormous thick thighs on the couch and looked at you.

"It seems that there is no more space on the couch for you to sit, love. So I think my lap will have serve it." He said with a devilish grin.

You rolled your eyes, knowing his intentions. However, as you headed to your 'sit', little Tom came to action.

"Daddy, you are taking the whole couch!" He said trying to pull his daddy's thick legs off of the couch.

"But mama doesn't mind sitting on my lap, puppy."

"Yes, she does!" As the little boy noticed that he had no strength compared to his father, he rised from his sit, on the other end of the couch, and points it to you.

"Mama, you can have my sit." You smile at this cute action. You really didn't mind to sit on Henry's lap, (actually, you planed to tease his body the whole movie) but you couldn't say no to your son after this gesture.

You sat and opened your arms. " Come here, puppy!"

He ran to sit on your lap, snuggling into you. As his attention got into the movie, you gave Henry a playful smile squeezing lovingly your son.

You were going to pay for this later.

The inevitable happened. Tomás really was tired, just as Henry said, and slept in the middle of the film in your arms. Henry carefully took him from you and put him to sleep in his bedroom.

When he showed up back in the living room, he spoke: " Now it's time to take my baby girl to sleep." He was slowly making his way to where you sat. You got up and started to head to the garden.

If he wanted to eat, he would have to hunt.

"Don't you think that the evening is beautiful? It has a slight cold breeze that can make one so peaceful, to calm every nerve on one's being. It's amazing that it can causes you sleepiness, but at the same time, can make you stay more alert. It's a moment when interesting things happen: child's being born; people dramatically fading away; someone studying for something that will change their life, in the silence; maybe the greatest world rob!" You laugh as you stare at the sky. " But the most interesting thing of all: intercourse." You say this looking to Henry while you walk away from him backwards, slowly, with a mischievous grin on your face. "The darkness makes everything so dramatic!"

"Stop."

"I know it is not one of my best reflections, darling, but you don't need to so rude." You say faking an offended look.

"Stop. Moving. I meant. Your reflection was ardent, pet."

"Ardent? I think I would call it 'fine', this one, Mr.Darcy." You say as you stop, letting him get closer. Although, as soon as he reaches a hand to grab you, you strayed away from him.

"You know, it is pretty early, we should do something." You say feigning obliviousness.

"Oh, pet, I think you know what we should do. I have a thing to show you, remember?"

"That new action figure you got? I think you've already showed me, love."

As he fastly reaches for you, you stray from him again, almost failing at your attempt. However, as soon as you giggle, you both hear a sleepy, low voice.

" Mama, Daddy, can I play hide and seek with you?"

"puppy, it's late and you are tired, go back to sleep." You say in a soothing voice, trying not to wake Tomas up to much, since he seemed tired.

"But it looks so fun! Please mama, just for a bit."

You look at Henry, who was clearly frustrated. He had been neglected before because of his son. Now again? And the worse part, you were teasing him all the time to make this worse.

And the teasing wouldn't stop now.

"Alright, pup, but only for a moment." You say.

"Yay! Daddy, me and mama are going to run, and you will catch us." He says as he starts to run away from his father. You ran too.

Henry, obviously, let's his son win, running slower and saying things like " you are to fast, my little bear", making the boy laugh and feel proud of himself. Moreover, then, Henry noticed how close he was to you and changed his direction. And, with you, he wasn't going to let you win.

You started to run for your life , noticing him getting closer and closer. You had long legs, but his were longer. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab your arm pulling you back, and before you could tell, you felt a sharp pain in your waist. Henry had grabbed you without mercy, making you let out a squeal, both of terror and excitement. You looked at him, " Enough, pet, you are already in trouble, don't make it worse. " He whispers to you.

"Daddy, let mama go. You are hurting her!" Tomás says as he runs to you. As he reaches you, he hugs your waist. " Daddy, be gentle, she is fragile." He says, making your heart melt.

"it's ok, pup, daddy didn't hurt me."

"Yes he did, I heard your little scream, mama." He says as he pushes the hem of your shirt up, revealing a little of your waist. It was red. Of course it was, and it was going to leave a bruise, but it didn't hurt you. You and Henry had already talked about boundaries, and he knew that when he left bruises it turned you on.

" It's gonna be purple! Daddy, apologize to mama." He says with a pout.

"its ok,Tom" Despite your efforts, your son was looking angryly at his dad.

"I'm sorry, my love. I won't do it again. I hope you can forgive me for hurting you. I would never do it on purpose. Daddy would never hurt mama, my puppy." Henry says as he finally gets close enouth to you to kiss you. You making sure to make your tongue invade his mouth, dominant, teasing his every nerve.

"Ewww. Stop it." Tomás said.

"Ok, i think it´s time for everyone to go to sleep. Come on, pup, i´ll put you in bed." You say, guiding Tom by pulling him gently at his back.

Your son was already asleep, and this time, you told him to stay on his bedroom, because mama and daddy would be sleeping now.

As soon as you enter your bedroom, something was wrong: the room was dark. But Henry was supposed to be here, wasnt he? Suddenly, when you give a step further, heading to turn on the lights, you are suddenly grasped and thrown to the bed. Your wrists were pinned above your head, a knee between you legs, preading them apart, you could hear a breathing sound above you.

"You had your fun beign a bratt and driving me mad all night. Now, i´ll have to punish you. Otherwise, you´ll pooke the bear with a short stick again, pet."

Before you could tell, with one hand helding your wrists and the other cuffing you to the bed, he had you all binded. You feel him leave the bed. Bare foot steps could be heard going to his nightstand. You see a light flame burning. He was lighting candles. He goes to your nightstand and light another ones.

He was just in his boxers, giving you a show of his godly body.

You were wearing a shorts and one of his shirts. He started with the bottom part. He took of your shorts and threw them to the side. Your underwear, he lowered just above your knees. You started to move your legs to take them off, but he hold your knees and said. "No, no, no. You won´t move, love. You´ll just take it."

"But..."

"Shh. Just. take. it. You need to learn, pet."

He then went to the closet. You heard some doors being opened and, when he came back, you saw he had something on his hands: a clit and intervaginal vibrator and a cloth.

He got on the bed againg. With some lube, he massaged your walls making you moan with the soft touch. He put some lub on the vibrator. He was set between your spread legs, giving then no permision to close.

He slowly eased the vibrator inside you. In his hands, the little control, and in his face, a devilish smile.

He pushed your panties up again, placing it ´back so the vibrator wouldnt scape, since he wouldn´t hold it on place. Aparently, he had other plans.

He goes and sit near your head. " Open your mouth." As you do, he binds the cloth around your mouth. You look at him with questioning eyes. " We have been interupted before, and i dont plan on it happening again. Besides, i dont wanna traumatize our son by him hearing us. So, be quiet, ok?" You nod.

He leaved the bed and took a chair. Placing it in front of the bed, he sat with a whole privileged view of your core with the vibrator.

"Are you ready, my love?" you gently nod, not really knowing the answer.

He turns the vibrator on, already in medium speed, not wetting you enough first. You groan with the sensation, archin your back involuntarily.

After a minute of him watching you, letting you get used to it, he put the speed on full force, causing your legs to close.

" You look stuning, darling. Hey, dont close your legs! i want a full view all of the time." You slowly opened them again.

" You teased me bad today. Giving me that looks during the movie, while with your feet, placed it on my cock, pulling it. You made it grow and ache, but you just smiled with that wolfish look of yours. Now, you are at my mercy. You are going to stay in this position as much time as i want now, pet." As he says this in a menancing voice, he gets up from the chair and goes get his script from his next role: Walter Marshall. He was already with the hair and the bulky body. And you couldnt deny it, you loved him all bulky and with long curls.

He sat back on his chair and started to work on getting to know the character.

You couldn believe this. You knew how much time he took to know a character. He´d read all the lines and them would imagine certain especific habits and expressions for the character. It definitely would take a while.

After eight minutes, witht the vibrator on full speed, you starting to sweat, you came for the first time in that night, leaving a moan scape throug the cloth. He lookes at you with a disaproving look. "Quiet."

Was he serious with this? He didnt even lowered the speed to rode you out of your climax. And you were getting sensitive.

This happened more two times. You quietly having orgasms as he sat there, working while sometimes giving glances at your core.

You had more three orgasms before he put down the script. How long had it been since he turned on the device? 35, 40 minutes? You lost the count. You couldnt think straight, already overstimulated. He sat on the bed next to your head. " i finished giving a first glance to the script. Nice movie, i think. I´ll let you read once we are over your lesson, my dear."

You looked at him with pleading eyes. But of course he ignored it. Lowering himself, with a hand, he cupped one of your breasts and sucked at it gently, feeling your smooth sking in his mouth, savouring it, missing the times you asked him to suck your milk because your breasts were sore from being too filled with milk and Tomas already had a full tummy. Gosh, it had been heavenly. He had to get you pregnant again to feel that taste once more.

With the extra stimulation, you left out a low moan throught the cloth, making him stop and look at your eyes. " My little thing, are you already so stimulated?" You nod. " Wanna me to turn off the vibrator?" You nod more vigorously now. With the little control in hands, he turns it off now. The abrupt stop making you shiver.

"That was for making me say yes to the movie. You knew my plans, yet you teasingly ruined. Now, now it´s your punishment for getting away from me in the backyard. Do you think that was a hard grip? Lucky yours we werent alone. But now, the situation changed."

Looking down, you saw the little shining silver plug on his hands, with a wolf tale in the end. He put your legs on his shoulders and, with an exagerated amount of lub, he gently inserted the plug. You loved the plug, thinking of all the times he called you his "little wolf", because how your teasing smile reminded him of one. You adored the gift, with him saying that now, you could be fully one.

He knew how sensible you were in that area, so, in the begginig, he would always be extra carefull, respecting your body and your time.

After he put the plug, he took out his boxers and took his already hard and pulsing length in his hands, he teased the tip, making you moan from the sensitivity. "Easy, pet." He stilled inside you, taking his time to fell your walls clentching around him, making his head fall in to your chest.

He slowly began to pound on you, going faster as his orgasm was getting close, his hands squeezing your waist so hard that made you gasp. If he was hurting you, you would just have to say the safe word that you created and he would stop imediately. His thrusts were getting sloppier, so he began to massage your clit for you to cum too.

"Look at you, taking me so well. Already used to my size, my gorgeous, incredible wife. 'my' wolf." He barely had time to finish and you came, trigering his release.

You were exausted, but he had waited for to long. As he came out of you, his cock was already hardeing again. He uncuffed you and, taking you bridal stile, he put you on your knees, facing the bed. He sat on the edge, in front of you. He took of the cloth from you mouth. Your mouth felt dry. "Now, you are going to take me like the good girl you are, understood?"

Without giving an answer, you took his manhood on your hands and started pumping it, slowly putting him in your mouth until it hitted the back of your throat. You eagerly sucked him, making him loose his posture. However, as you felt he was almost cumming, he moved away your head, "Not in your mouth, pet. Not today, at least. I think you already learned your lesson, darling." As he reached for his cock, you took it in your hands faster and started pumping it. "May I ?" You asked. " Sure, darling." He said with love on his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss you, placing both hands gently on your cheeks. You could fell his tendernes. He cums in your hand. You leak your index finger, making him smile. "Wait just a moment, baby girl, I´ll run us a bath." As he enters the bathroom, you start to prepare the bed for when you´d sleep and place comfy pajamas on each one´s side of the bed.

He got back to the bedroon and took you in his arms, heading to the bathtub. It always amazed you how strong he was, knowing that you could definitely be considered heavy. "Put me down, i can walk a little yet." You giggle, still felling your legs tremble from the overstimulation. " You´ll hurt yourself, darling. I´m to heavy for you to pick me up all the time."

"Dont you see the weights i work out with, love? You aweight nothing. " He states kissing your forehead. You smile placing your arms around his neck.

After the bath, you were both already in bed. Starting to almost drift of to dreamland. "Sweet Wolf?" He calls for your attention. "Yeah?"

" Did i hurt you before? During sex, i think i squeezed you to rough."

"You didn´t. i have already told you, squeeze me as hard you like."

"I love your kinky side." He says as he gives you a peck on the lips.

"I know." You say with your wolfy smile, making him pull you to lay on top of him. "Tonight you are sleeping here." He says in a commanding voice.

" Yes, sir."

You both fall asleep on your cozy embrace.

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 20: Ass Worship

Tight End

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, yeah, there's some butt stuff in this one, also oral sex, swallowing

Word Count: ~1.8k

Kinktober Masterlist

For your 5th date, Elvis brings you to one of his football games. On your 4th date, you'd mentioned how much you love the game, having grown up with your father as a coach. This is definitely one of those little things that has Elvis convinced he might want to keep you around, at least for a while. It's 1962 and you met on a movie set a few months earlier. He likes you a little more than he cares to admit, so he was excited when you said that you'd like to see him play. 

Now you're sitting on the sidelines with one of his jackets slung around your shoulders as you watch him on the field. It's a little funny that he has a whole team completely outfitted with helmets and jerseys with his initials on them. Still, the white pants that he's wearing have not gone unnoticed by you. 

Elvis has a phenomenal body, but your favorite part is his ass. It's juicy and round and the way he stands seems to accentuate it. You've been dying to get your hands on it since you met him, but you don't want to freak him out. You know he can replace you at the drop of a hat, so you're trying not to press your luck. Still, watching him in this football game has you rubbing your thighs together, dreaming of holding his ass cheeks as he fucks you. He hasn't done that yet, but you hope it'll be on the agenda soon. 

You're lost in a daydream about just that when the game finally ends and he jogs over to you. 

“Hey honey! What did you think of the game?” He throws his arm around your shoulder and you revel in the smell of his sweat and natural musk. 

“I thought you played well! It was fun to watch.” You go back and forth for a bit discussing the game before you get into his car and head back to his house. He keeps you close to him on the seat the whole time, kissing you briefly at stoplights. You can tell his blood is up from the adrenaline of the game and you start to hope that this might be the night you've been waiting for. 

Back at his house, he kisses you as he walks you backwards to the edge of his bed. You sit down, assuming he's going to crawl on top of you or something, but he doesn't. 

“I gotta shower, baby. Wait for me?” You pout a little and pull his lips down to yours. 

“You really don't have to.”

“Yes, honey, trust me. You want me to shower. I'll be fast.” He kisses your forehead and makes his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Maybe tonight isn't the night. You think about knocking or even just stripping and walking in there with him, but before you can do anything, he's out again. Your mouth pops open when you see him, towel wrapped around his waist, hair floppy and dripping. He's more beautiful like this than you've ever seen him before. You watch in awe as he flops onto the bed on his stomach in just his towel. He doesn't know how to tell you, but he feels more comfortable with you than he has with a girl in a long time. 

“You okay?” You ask as he sighs deeply. 

“Yeah, my muscles are just sore from playing today.” He's also trying to figure out the best way to make a move, but he is genuinely tired. You crawl over to him on the bed and start to rub your hands over his back and shoulders. 

“Is this okay?” You've never touched him like this before, but he did say he was sore and his skin is so smooth. He groans and nods. 

“Mmmm baby, that feels so good. Don't stop.” You continue running your hands over his body, squeezing and massaging in different places. Your eyes move down to the towel with his beautiful ass barely covered. You start to massage his legs, beginning with his calves and moving up. When you get to his thighs, you move to straddling his legs and move your hands up higher and higher, just to the edge of the towel. 

“Elvis…” You bite your bottom lip, not sure how to ask for what you want. “Can I… touch you…”

“You're already touching me, baby.”

“No, I mean… under the towel.” He pushes up onto his elbows and considers what you're asking. 

“Well, I suppose, honey, if ya want.”

“I do. Please…” He nods and you slowly move your hands up higher under the edge of the towel and take his ass in your hands, squeezing lightly. You whimper and feel yourself get wetter and he looks at you over his shoulder. 

“You really like my ass that much, baby?” You nod and whimper again. 

“Yes…” 

“Well, shit. Here.” He reaches back and pulls the towel off, dropping it on the floor next to the bed. You gasp and giggle, running your hands over him gently. “If that's what makes you happy, just keep doing what you want.” 

The sounds you make are so endearing that he can't help but want them to continue. He's starting to realize he likes you a great deal more than he thought he did. That's a good thing because the next thing you do really throws him for a loop. 

“Honey!” He yelps a bit when you lean down and press your lips to his ass cheek. But when you're not deterred and you keep kissing him, over and over, he settles into the sensation of your soft mouth on him as you continue to massage his ass cheeks. “Ohh…” 

You're absolutely living your dream as you press kisses onto his warm skin. In fact, you get so lost in what you're doing that you don't even think to ask before you nip him a little with your teeth. He flinches, but then raises his eyebrows and decides to go with it. It's interesting, but he doesn't not like all the attention on his ass. But when you start to press soft kitten licks to him, moving closer to the space between his legs, he squirms away from you a little bit. 

“Baby, what're you doin’?” 

“Get up on your knees a bit.” You tap on the back of his thighs. 

“What?” 

“Do you trust me?” You crawl up next to him and kiss his lips. He looks into your eyes for a bit and shocks even himself when he whispers. 

“Yes.” And then scoots his knees forward so that his butt is in the air. You smile and kiss him again and then move back behind him. 

Spreading his cheeks a little, you lean forward and lick a slow stripe from the bottom of his balls to his tight little hole. 

“Fuck!” He leans backwards into you and buries his face in the blanket. It feels a lot better than he expected it to. You lick another slow stripe and he grunts. Then, you gently swirl your tongue around his hole, holding his cheeks apart with your hands. He moans and bites his lip as you continue to lick around him, back down to his balls, and then up again. 

“Does it feel good, baby?” You ask and he whimpers. Keeping your face buried in his ass, you let go of one cheek and move your hand up between his legs to take hold of his rock hard cock where it hangs, red and weeping precum. You start to stroke him slowly as you continue your ministrations on his asshole. He groans loudly and pushes back against you again as you eat him and pump him simultaneously. 

“Fuck, baby.” He feels his orgasm building in his balls and is amazed at how good it is to have you doing what you're doing. “Feels… good… fuck.” 

You smile and keep licking him, hardening your tongue and poking it into his hole even the tiniest bit. He groans again and you feel his cock twitch in your hand where you stroke him. You start to move your hand a little faster and he whimpers. 

“Gonna… cum… baby…” His thighs tense and you take this as your cue, pulling back from his ass. He groans a little when you stop, but quickly forgets to be disappointed when you lay on your back and slide up between his thighs, taking his dick in your mouth. You grab both ass cheeks with your hands and roll his hips into your face. As you suck him, you use your middle finger to stimulate the spot just between his asshole and his balls and he moans loudly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

It doesn't take much longer for him to buck his hips forward into your face and cum hard down your throat as his orgasm rushes through him and you swallow his release. His hips stutter against your face as he finishes and you lick up his softening shaft. Finally, he rolls over onto his back. 

“Baby, that was… wow…” You giggle and lay next to him, pussy wet and throbbing with arousal at what you were just able to do. He looks down and realizes that your fingers are in between your legs now and he stops you. “Hey, let me help. Please.” 

You nod as he scoots down and situates himself between your thighs. He leans forward and begins to lick your clit feverishly. You're so turned on that it doesn't take long at all for you to tumble over that proverbial cliff into a startlingly delicious orgasm. 

He flops onto the bed next to you, both of you sweating and panting. 

“Baby?” You turn to look at him and his eyes are soft and pleading. 

“Yeah?”

“Don't tell anyone I liked that.” You breathe out a sigh and nod. 

“Alright I won't, under one condition.”

“What?” His eyebrows knit together. 

“You let me do it again.” You giggle as he pulls you onto his chest. 

“Honey, you can do that as often as you like.” You turn to look up at him. 

“How much are you plannin’ on seein’ me?” You ask, nervous to know the answer. 

“Baby, I let ya lick my asshole. This ain't a short term thing.” 

“No?”

“I'm wondering how soon I can ask you to move in here.” You giggle and kiss his chest. 

“Now seems as good a time as any…”

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Prompt request: Secretly Atlantean gothamite saving Dick Grayson Robin from drowning in the bay. She recognizes his voice as her classmate crush.

They would ideally be 13-14 ish

A/n: okok this is soooo original i’m in loooveee. I did some research to find out where exactly the Gotham bay is in terms of city area and I hope i got it right :)) Also let’s ignore the fact this took me a whole month to finish, okay? Very sorry about the wait, life has been kicking my butt recently😅

Fishy Business

The water in Gotham was shit.

The pollution typical of every big American city was one thing, but whatever the heck Gotham had was ten times worse. Like, Chernobyl level bad.

Whatever filth was thrown in the waters of the Gotham Harbour on the daily definitely saw a lot of local chemical creations, the ones the city’s rogues were so fond of coming up with to terrorise the population.

Needless to say you would not be swimming in open waters any time soon.

You missed the ocean. You missed being in your element.

The fact you weren’t stupid enough to dare a swim in chemically spiked water didn’t negate the fact the Gotham Harbour was the only body of water you had available though, if not only to look at wistfully while mourning what you had before having to come to this forsaken city.

And that’s what you were doing when it happened. You had been stood up by your classmate and crush, Dick Grayson, for your chemistry study session. Neptune only knows how much that boy sucks at the subject, and the fact he skipped out on your study session made your insides flare up in indignation. Coming to the nearest body of water and reminiscing was the best way you knew of for letting go of ugly feelings.

Just letting your hair be lightly whipped around by the wind, staring wistfully into the last blazing scorches of the dying sun, standing on one of the docks and pretending the overwhelming smell of fish came from the dredges of the seaside market you used to camp out near as a kid.

Then, of course, it happened.

A loud crash startled you out of your musings, and you turned around just in time to see a figure splashing in the water a ways away.

Who the hell goes for an evening swim here? You thought to yourself as you made your way closer to the perturbed water, keeping to the elongated shadows born of the fish crates scattered around.

Once you were close enough to distinguish more of the figure, your eyes widened considerably.

The body flailing around in the murky water of the docks was none other than Robin, infamous sidekick to Gotham’s resident bat-themed vigilante.

Gotham’s resident vigilante that was very clear about his stance on super-powered beings in his territory.

You considered your options. If Batman knew his sidekick was saved by someone with very obviously atlantean powers he no doubt would clock you as somebody who wanted to mess with him, who was probably even spying on him due to the conveniency of the coincidence.

You did not want to find out what Batman did to people who not only disregarder his rules by merely existing in the wrong place, let alone what he did to people he thought were meddling in his business.

Plus, surely Robin could swim, right? He would have no problem getting out of the water by himself, so there was no need for your water-manipulation abilities anyway.

Despite your self-reassurances and the fact you should have been hightailing it out of there as fast as possible, uncertainty kept your feet rooted to the rotten wooden panels.

And so you kept watching, growing increasingly worried as Robin failed to keep his head outside of the water for more than a few seconds at a time.

You made it approximately thirteen seconds before saying ‘fuck it’ and stepping in, emerging from the shadows you had found refuge in just enough time get a good stance, planting your feet and raising your arms while letting your abilities reacquaint themselves with the water near you.

It was a fast affair, getting your powers to grasp at the water Robin was perturbing and pulling, violently yanking both the liquid and the boy out of the Harbor and onto the dock.

The vigilante gasped, gripping the material under him while hacking coughs wracked through his chest as he expelled the water from his human lungs.

You remained hovering above him, watching him, immensely glad the visible part of his face was regaining its normal colour instead of the red-purple it had previously been.

You had always looked upon Batman and Robin as pretty unapproachable, two beacons of justice and penance for Gotham’s criminals, who struck fear into even the most hardened thugs this rotten city had to offer.

But- but Robin was light to Batman’s darkness, and he always had a smile on his face in the grainy pictures that sometimes appeared in the newspaper, and if you focused your inhuman hearing on your surroundings late enough at night you could hear laughter mixing with the swoosh of the wind and the rustling of heavy fabric and the rhythmical zapping of a rope through the air.

And plus, Robin looked so human in this moment, so defenceless while he coughed his lungs out, that you just couldn’t reconcile the boy in front of you with the pillar of rambunctious justice fixed in your mind. And above all else, you couldn’t leave a human, one with so many enemies at that, alone while there was still the risk of him not being completely out of danger.

So you stayed.

You stayed, sat on an empty crate beside him, and kept vigilant with your enhanced senses to avoid any unwanted attention. As he calmed down he seemed to slowly gain awareness of his surroundings.

After what seemed like an eternity, he got his arms under him and slowly lifted himself up into a sitting position. That’s when he took notice of you, still watching him intently.

His eyes weren’t visible through the white-out lenses of his mask, but the way his forehead creased and his mouth opened a little more around his still heavy breaths made you able to accurately guess his surprise. “You- you just…what was-“

You interrupted him before he could keep voicing his question. “Look, just don’t tell the Bat about me and we’re good, okay? I really don’t need the trouble, plus you owe me one.”

Robin just kept looking at you, chest rising and falling with each deep breath, tiny shivers coursing through his soaking-wet form.

After a few beats that felt like eons, he nodded. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry.” He half-gasped out, voice breathy with exertion. “Won’t tell a soul.”

His voice… it was achingly familiar.

You studied the unmasked portions of his face more closely, more attentively, your superhuman eyesight undisturbed by the darkness.

You were able to make out sun-kissed skin, soaked inky locks you fantasised about running your fingers through every day during chemistry, a defined jaw, high cheekbones and lips that pulled into semi-rare but blinding smiles. Lips you dreamed about kissing at night, while you lay on your bed thinking of your life.

You were sitting face-to-face with Dick Grayson. Robin.

You nodded, looking right into those white lenses. “Good.” At that, you looked around the empty area of the docks, spying the area sounds of fighting were coming from. “Well, I, uh, better go.”

You turned to him. “Try not to drown again, thanks.” And with that you stood.

Before walking away you turned around one last time, unable to stop yourself. “And, by the way, you stood me up for our chemistry study session. We’ll catch it up tomorrow.”

Before he could reply, you ran away from the docks and into Gotham Proper.

Gosh, you really were an idiot, weren’t you?

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I FORGOT TO SEND AN ASK WHEN I SAW THE POST BUT UHHHHH HALLOWEEN FIC WAS REALLY COOL AND I LIKED SEEING UR GO AT A HORROR FIC AND I THOUGHT ALL THE COSTUMES WERE REALLY COOL GODSPEED

THANK YOU HEHE horror is kinda fun even though im not particularly experienced with it!! maybe sometime in the future i'll try it out some more. and YEA honestly i think the passage about their costumes might just be some of my best work.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Bart pokes Kon in the chest, right in the center of his boob window. “Why would you puree Sonic? He’s my friend, and—hold on.” He examines his finger incredulously. “Is this… make-up? Did you put make-up on your tits?”

“Uh, yeah.” Kon raises an eyebrow, Spock-style. “You think I’m gonna be James Tiberius Kirk, Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise, ‘Amok Time’ tiddy window edition, for Halloween, and I’m not putting glittery highlighter all over my tits? Please. Give me some credit.”

“Highlighting the tits is a classic move,” Cassie agrees. She’s got her lumberjack flannel unbuttoned quite low, and if she thinks she’s been slick about sending flirty selfies to Cissie, she’s got another think coming. “Time-honored and true. I did it, too.”

“Seriously?” Bart wrinkles his nose. “That’s wild.”

“You literally have a full face of Sonic the Hedgehog make-up on,” Tim points out.

“Yeah, but that’s my face. That’s where make-up is supposed to go.”

“C’mon, Bartholomew,” Cassie teases. “Think outside the box.” Her phone dings again, and she pulls it out of her bra to text Cissie back, a bright smile on her face. “Oh! Cissie wants a group pic of all of us. She’s right, I can’t believe I forgot to get one! Get in here, boys.”

Obediently, the three of them crowd into frame with her, squishing into each other’s space. Kon twists around with his plastic phaser in hand, winking at the camera in a classic boobs-‘n’-butt pose; Cassie rests her elbow on his shoulder and leans into him with a grin. Bart, with his spiked and spray-dyed blue hair, hooks his chin over Cassie’s shoulder and makes a show of grabbing for her axe; Tim, in his objectively hilarious sexy sheet ghost getup (a bedsheet with eyeholes that ends at his hips, paired with insanely high stiletto heels and fishnets) looms into frame next to Kon.

“Wait, wait, we can’t see your legs, Tim,” Cassie objects. “That’s the whole joke of it. Um… let’s see, how to angle this…”

“Hold still,” Kon suggests, shifting a little to free his other arm. “Rob, lean on me and—”

Tim, picking up what he’s putting down immediately, lets Kon support him with a hand at the small of his back, grins under his bedsheet—Kon can see the smile in his eyes—and kicks one leg up across Kon and Cassie. Bart helpfully grabs his ankle.

(And daaamn, do Tim’s legs look good in that getup. Hoo boy.)

“Oh, perfect.” Cassie beams. “Okay, three, two, one!”

She clicks a couple of rapid selfies against the haunted house wall behind them. They’re quite the motley crew—Sonic in a onesie, a lumberjack, Jim Kirk, and a sexy ghost—and the photos look ridiculous and whimsical, even in the dim scene lighting.

“Send me those, will you?” Kon asks as they all relax again. Tim lingers, leaning into Kon’s hand for a moment, and Kon smiles. “I gotta show Ma.”

[tobiasdrake]

Okay, so I finally got around to watching Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero the other day, brought to you by the same people who came up with the name Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan.

Bulma's shameless, confident vanity continues to reinforce why she's the best character in Dragon Ball.

I need everyone to understand that this might actually be the funniest moment in the whole franchise. It's silly on its surface, but it's also steeped in Dragon Ball history. You can feel Piccolo dying inside, and there's a reason for that that goes much deeper than third-party embarrassment over Bulma's shallownness.

Bulma's cosmic butt-lift is a continuation of a gag from Broly (the good version). In that film, it was established that Bulma routinely uses the Dragon Balls to knock a few years off her age, for the sake of vanity. This was contrasted against Frieza's desire to use the Dragon Balls to add a couple inches to his height, for the sake of vanity.

Both of which are resurrections of the gag from the Red Ribbon Army arc, where Commander Red brought militant warlord violence to all corners of the world to claim the Dragon Balls for himself... so he could make himself taller. Using limitless cosmic power for petty and shallow reasons is a funny joke that Toriyama's fond of.

But this isn't just about the shallowness. It's about Piccolo. Or, more specifically, the other half of Piccolo that is Kami-sama. Dragon Ball is steeped in religious and mythological imagery, primarily Buddhist. A fantasy spin on it with a lot of fictional elements added, but there is a lot of genuine Japanese spirituality in there. Which is why God Almighty is now walking around as one half of Piccolo, with a substitute God ruling from his Temple in Heaven in his place.

During his reign, God gifted the Dragon Balls to mankind so that they would have a cosmic miracle they could turn to in times of great need. Shenron was meant as a great gesture of benevolence; The difficulty in summoning him is to serve as a particularly grueling trial, one that only the most determined and most worthy could fulfill.

However, that didn't exactly go to plan. Rather than a source of hope for the world, the Dragon Balls became objects of lust for its greediest and most corrupt. Near-limitless reality-shaping power to grant any miracle one could ask for, wasted on petty ambitions and selfish desires. God regretted ever making this cursed things.

When Piccolo killed Shenron and destroyed the Dragon Balls, God's response was basically, "Good riddance." The Dragon Balls were a mistake he could now take back. He had no intention of ever remaking them.

But then Goku defeated Piccolo. Goku ascended into Heaven to implore God to return the Dragon Balls to earth. Goku's pure innocence, his kindness, and his strength of character convinced God that there was good in the Dragon Balls. That they were worth remaking and returning to the mortal world below.

And now. Here he stands.

With this woman. The woman who utterly trivialized his great heavenly trial by inventing a handheld radar that beep-beeps all of the Dragon Balls' locations for you, allowing them to be easily collected in the span of a weekend excursion.

Watching her call upon his great reality-shaping miracle, so that she can get a butt-lift and slightly longer eyelashes.

While strongly insinuating that she does this every time the Dragon Balls regenerate. This is the legacy of his cosmic miracle.

Bulma is the greatest heretic in the history of fiction. That is why Piccolo is dying inside. This joke killed me. Almost as hard as Piccolo visibly wants to kill Bulma right now.

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac #1 : Peach-thief vs Monkey King

Okay, so I rewatched Arrietty and this Au popped into my mind. I call it the Mini Mac Au!

For now it's just thoughts, ideas and short chapters like this one.

Will I write more about the Mini Mac Au, 🤔 idk, maybe

For now enjoy the first meeting between Wukong and Mini Mac.

Sun Wukong was staring at the bowl of peaches put on his mahogany table, gaze sweeping over every inch of pinkish skin filling the wooden bowl. “Live in a house”, they said. “You're the Monkey King, you need a palace”, they whined. It was the last time Sun Wukong ever listened to his sworn-brothers. While the stone mansion in the water-curtain cave was nice, it was also infested with pests.

Peach-stealing pests.

The Monkey King could be forgetful at times, he missed a few gatherings with his sworn-brothers and some grooming sessions with his troop, always too caught up in the present. Maybe he ought to work on this forgetfulness of his, he wouldn't like to be known as the promise-breaker. However, if there was one thing he never forgot, it was his peaches.

He could forgive one missing peach. Maybe one of his lil sun was feeling particularly hungry and how could one resist the tempting sight of a ripe peach ? It happened before, it could happen again.

He could, with a few grumbles, forgive two missing peaches. Maybe he ate them in a particularly late hour and forgot about it, he often forgot about the peaches he ate after drunken nights with his sworn-brothers.

Three missing peaches, however, was where he drew the line. Three missing peaches meant someone was daring enough to steal from him. Three missing peaches meant he needed to kick some thieving-ass.

“This house is not big enough for two peach-lovers!” Huffed the Monkey King as he took the staff hidden in the hollow of his ear, eyes surveilling every nook and crannies of his house.

He was startled by the sound of something hitting the floor, he turned around and gasped when he saw his peach-bowl flipped around like the unfortunate victim of a petty cat, peaches scattered on the floor. When he picked up the fallen peaches, he realized one more was missing and hissed through his fangs.

This meant war!

The thing about peach-thieves, realized Sun Wukong after a few days, was that they were incredibly slippery. The sage did everything he could ever think of and everytime he was defeated.

Standing before the peach-bowl through the whole night, staff in hands in case he needed to do some butt-kicking? He woke up the next morning with one missing peach and an odd powder in his nose. A sleeping medicine he realized after a few minutes of observation, one homemade and very efficient.

Laying traps around the ripest peach and placing it in the middle of the house? He woke up with the traps on him, and two missing peaches.

Hiding the peaches in a sealed safe he bought the monkey way (AKA stole) and burying the safe in a location only known to him? Somehow, he was still missing two peaches the next morning.

Sun Wukong was beginning to fall into madness, he was also making his own sworn-brothers insane with his rambling. This situation was clearly beginning to wear everyone down. One evening, after one week of suffering, Azure Lion gently gave him a rather pricey magical device made to chase away the pests hiding in one house. Apparently the whole sworn-brotherhood saved money to buy it, something about “preserving their sanity before it's too late”.

Sun Wukong put the device in his peach-bowl and waited through the night, he promised himself to stay awake, yet he failed after one hour and began to snore rather loudly while leaning on the couch. He woke in the dead of the night when the device put in the bowl began to howl like a dying wolf. The Monkey King winced, ears folded, but approached the bowl nonetheless.

What he found inside wasn't something he was prepared for.

Sun Wukong thought the peach-thief was either the smartest mouse in existence or some sort of unknown parasite he awakened after finding the old stone mansion. Instead he found the prettiest macaque on earth, folded on himself, paws on his ears.

The sage, after picking up the jaw he dropped, carefully took the doll-size black-furred macaque in his hands, now uncaring of the device blasting his ears off. The lil guy was clothed with bright green leaves, two were weaved around his waist, another was fastened around his chest like a makeshift sling. He was the size of the sage's hand, fur puffed up in alarm as he tried to curl on himself. Sun Wukong panicked when he caught a whiff of blood and immediately threw the blasting device over his window.

The lil guy blinked slowly, hands lowering as he tried to take note of the situation. Sun Wukong gasped when he saw six ears unfold, the tiny lil appendages glowing softly in the night. The macaque stiffened when he heard the gasp, he turned towards the King (his striking golden eyes piercing Sun Wukong's very own being) and hissed.

“W-wait, I'm not gonna hurt-” Sun Wukong didn't have time to end his sentence, the lil guy took something from his makeshift sling (something resembling a vial) and threw a handful of powder in the King's face. Sun Wukong coughed, and accidently let the lil guy escape. The sage wanted to go after the lil macaque but he was seized by a sudden headache and fell on his butt.

As his eyes closed and slumber overtook him, Sun Wukong thought of those striking eyes and felt his heart skip a beat.

He was in love.

Next

[laiqualaurelote]

Ok but for the file thing, I'm DYING to know more about "The first thing Isaac chopped in half with his hand was the BELIEVE sign" pls <3

thank you for this ask for the WIP game! this is an extremely cracky AU in which the Richmond Players all start manifesting superpowers.

The first thing Isaac chopped in half with his hand was the BELIEVE sign. The second was Zoreaux.

To be fair to Isaac, he had failed to chop Jamie in half. (More on this later.) Thus, while Jamie went off to sulk and Zoreaux ambled up to poke at the broken sign saying, “Maybe we can make a new one?” Isaac thought nothing of clapping him on the back and replying, “Sure thing, bruv.”

His hand went through Zoreaux like a hot knife through butter. Zoreaux didn’t exactly fall apart, but he did sort of peel away in two halves like a melted clock in a Dalí painting. He was screaming the whole time. It was the modern art mash-up nobody wanted to see.

Isaac gaped at him in horror. The other players were yelling. “Bro! What did you do!”

“I didn’t – ” began Isaac. 

Zoreaux was still screaming. Weirdly, there was no blood or anything. The edges of him seemed to have been pinched off, like Play-doh.

“We must put him back together!” shouted Dani. He and Richard were on their knees, trying to jam the two halves of Zoreaux back together, only Zoreaux seemed to be drooping and stretching through their fingers. “Mon dieu,” gasped Richard. “He is like cheese! But not good cheese! Like the cheap mozzarella from Pizza Express!”

“Osti de tabarnak de sacrament!” shrieked Zoreaux. “What the fuck is happening!”

“I got the duct tape!” called Will, rushing in. He tossed the roll to Sam, who began trying to tape Zoreaux back together as the rest of the players rushed in to try and help. 

“Wait, wait.” Something was happening as Sam’s hands brushed against the halves of Zoreaux. They seemed to be melding back together. “Sam!” cried Dani. “It’s you! You are healing him!”

“Wow,” said Sam, staring at his hands as they knit Zoreaux back together. “Wait, I need to make sure he’s aligned properly. Can I get more light?”

Everyone was temporarily blinded as Dani burst into a blazing ball of brilliance.

“...okay,” said Sam after some time, “way more light than I needed, but thank you.”

“De nada, Sam!” 

It was at this point that Trent Crimm walked into the room. He stopped and put on his glasses, as if that would clarify the tableau of the AFC Richmond team duct-taping their cloven goalkeeper together while one of their strikers was blazing like a lighthouse beacon and their captain stood in the corner with his hands apologetically raised in the air. 

“What,” said Trent, “the actual fuck?”

*

Trent’s first thought was that he would have to re-pitch his book as a fantasy novel, because nobody was going to take it seriously as non-fiction any more.

“So you’ve got healing hands,” he repeated to Sam.

“I think so?” Sam stared at his hands. “Or maybe I just have the ability to stick things back together. I don’t know. Perhaps I should test it on another injury?”

Across the locker room, O’Brien cleared his throat. “Sam? Can you touch my butt?”

Trent and the players turned to stare at him. 

“Not for gay reasons,” O’Brien clarified. “For science.”

“Both of those are valid,” said Sam. “I would be happy to touch your butt for you.”

Trying to ignore O’Brien casually dropping trou in the corner, Trent removed his spectacles and pinched the bridge of his nose. Dani’s brightness was giving him a migraine. “I’m sorry, bruv,” said Isaac to Zoreaux for the thousandth time.

“It’s okay,” said Zoreaux. They had yet to remove the duct tape, just in case, so he looked like a very poorly-wrapped package. “It didn’t actually hurt. I was just freaking out, bro.”

Babatunde was holding on to Zoreaux’s little finger and walking across the room while Bumbercatch followed him with a measuring tape to see how far the finger could stretch. “Three metres!” yelled Bumbercatch as Richard tried to cross the room to his locker and ended up having to do the limbo under the finger. “Okay, take it around the corner!”

“I just thought,” went on Isaac, “‘cos I touched Jamie, and I didn’t chop him in half…” He trails off.

“What?” said Jamie. And then, as Isaac made a move towards him, “Whoa! Are you fucking mental?”

“Sorry.” Isaac backed off. 

“Could I test a theory?” ventured Trent. “Bearing in mind that I mean this as a purely scientific inquiry.”

“Sure,” said Jamie. “Whatev – oi!” he yelled as Trent stabbed him in the hand with his pen.

The pen snapped in two. Ink splattered over Jamie’s hand, the skin of which remained unbroken. Jamie screwed up his nose. “That’s disgusting, man.”

“I think you’re invulnerable, Jamie,” said Trent.

Jamie considered this. “That mean I can’t be hurt?”

“I believe so, yes. We’ll have to run more tests to be sure.”

“Huh,” said Jamie. “Sick.”

“It worked!” O’Brien yelled from across the room. “It’s a miracle! I’m healed!”

“Okay,” said Trent wearily, “so we’ve got…five superpowers that have manifested so far. Anybody else feel a superpower coming on?”

“I got one,” called out Jan Maas. “I’m always right.”

The locker room erupted in laughter. “Shut the fuck up, Jan Maas,” they chorused.

Jan shrugged. “I’m just saying.”

[girls-alias]

Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P3

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 3

Words:

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: SPOILERS S1E12

Prompt:

Follows Faith Episode. Season 1 Episode 12.

Part 2

I pulled up to the motel and helped Dean to the door of Sammy's room. He knocked before Sammy opened it and let us in. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sammy asked, happy to see Dean again. He even smiled at me as I helped Dean take a seat.

"I checked myself out, I checked her out too," Dean replied trying to seem tough.

"You've been doing that since we met," I chuckled making Dean smile.

"Are you crazy?" Sammy asked Dean showing his concern.

"I'm not going to die in a hospital when I can just bring my hot nurse with me," He gestured to me making me scoff.

"You know this whole 'I laugh in the face of death thing, It's crap, I can see right through it," Sammy added making me smirk.

"Yeah whatever dude," Dean shrugged him off.

"Alright, so I guess I should be going." I piped up.

"Wow, wow wow." Dean stopped me. "Your shift isn't over, you're still my nurse," Dean smirked at me.

"I'm not your nurse," I rolled my eyes with a laugh.

"Would you like to be?" He added suggestively making me laugh. "Aw come on, you were the one to convince me to leave and now you're going back?" He questioned. I shook my head. Dean had an idea. "You're going to walk away from a dying man? denying him of the help he needs," He asked giving me a guilt trip.

"You suck, Dean." I gave in making him smile. I walked over and took a seat beside him. "Is that okay?" I asked Sammy.

"I guess so, I'm Sam," He added. I smiled and shook his hand.

"I'm Y/N," I replied softly.

"Yeah, so I've been scouring the internet and calling all the contacts in Dad's journal," He informed Dean.

"For what?" Dean asked adjusting his sitting position.

"For what'd help you," Dean scoffed but Sam was serious. "One of Dad's friends, Joshua, called me back, heard about a guy in Nebraska, a specialist." Sam was adamant that Dean could be saved and it was something I needed.

"You're not going to let me die in peace, are you?" Dean added making me giggle.

"I'm not gonna let you die, period," I smirked at this. "We're going,"

"Alright whatever, but first we sleep." Dean shrugged. "Y/N's sharing a bed with me in case I get cold," Dean cheekily added.

"I will not, Y/N is sleeping on the floor," I replied in the first and third person making Sam chuckle.

"You're going to deprive your patient of warmth and comfort?" He added acting shocked. I pretended to think about it.

"Yep," I quickly added making Sam laugh. Sam got up and went to the bathroom.

"I promise I won't do anything, just please stay in the bed with me. I don't want you being in pain on the floor and it would help to have you beside me if I need you to help me with the bathroom or something?" Dean explained in a concerned yet helpless tone. It was easy to see that he didn't want Sam to see how dependent he now was on me.

"Okay," I replied softly making him smile.

"You won't regret it," He added.

"I think I will," I commented with a chuckle making him slightly laugh. Sam came out of the bathroom and saw us both smiling.

"I thought you would have resisted him longer than that," Sam joked making me laugh.

"Me too but it's those eyes," I added with a laugh. Of course, I had noticed the angelic eyes of the angelic man. His green eyes are so precious and perfect yet the rest of him is roughed and handsome. It must be true what they say about the eyes being a window to the soul.

"Oh, so it's my eyes that you like?" Dean questioned with a smirk.

"Shut it, you've made two comments about my butt today and it's only 2 so you can't say anything," I retorted making Sam laugh.

"I like her," Sam chuckled referring to me. I looked at him confused but I still had a smile on my face. "I like anyone who can shut my brother up," He added. I was a little shocked to find out they were brothers but now that he mentions it I can see some similarities.

"You can wear one of my shirts to bed, my bag's just on you're left," Dean commented on changing the subject. I looked over to see a duffle bag on the floor I picked it up and put it between Dean and me. I pulled the handles away from each other and as the bag wasn't zipped up I saw a gun inside. I saw the guys share a glance.

"Nice, a double-barreled shotgun," I commented pulling it out of the bag. "It has a nice grip to it but it feels a little lopsided. Have you changed the choke?" I asked quickly from the concealed love I have for guns.

"You know guns?" Sam asked impressed.

"Damn, she's hot," Dean unknowingly slipped out but I chose to ignore it.

"Yeah, I got into them after my dad showed me his handgun collection," I shrugged and both of the guys looked impressed.

"If I live through this, I'm keeping you," Dean added making me laugh.

"Maybe I'll have to make sure that doesn't happen then," I said and handed him the gun making him smirk. I will admit I'm teasing him and playing hard to get but with a face, body, eyes, attitude and smirk like his you know he can get whatever he wants anyway. Dean put the gun aside and went into his bag. He pulled out a plain grey shirt and handed it to me before pulling out clothes for himself. I got up and offered him my hand. He took it and I helped him to the bathroom. I led him inside but before I left he smirked at me.

"You're not going to help me change?" He asked still smirking.

"I can't but I can ask the nurse Sammy if you'd like?" I teased so he glared at me. I walked out but stayed standing by the door in case I heard Dean struggling. I heard Dean groaning in pain quite a few times and I couldn't bear it. I lightly knocked on the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked but heard no reply. I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Dean was sitting on the lid of the toilet with his head in his hands in just his boxers. I looked at him sadly. I got in front of him and knelt. I put my hands on his knees to assure him.

"I'll be okay," He softly spoke and you could hear so much pain in his voice. More than usual.

"Come on, I'll help you get dressed." I shrugged but he sighed.

"You shouldn't have to," He started.

"Hey, I'm your nurse now remember, I have to look after you," I added. Dean now looked at me and his eyes peered into my soul. He looked so glad but so grateful at the same time. I grabbed his PJ bottoms from the side and scrunched them to the floor so Dean just had to carefully place his feet inside. Once we did that, I stood and offered Dean my hand. I helped him up and smiled at him and I blushed at the height difference.

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PROPAGANDA

BUMBLE (WARRIOR CATS) (CW: Domestic Abuse)

1.) Back with another Warriors submission, I bet you’ll be getting a lot from other people too LMAO. Bumble is a kittypet (housecat) who befriends the male protagonist Gray Wing’s girlfriend, Turtle Tail, and lets her stay in her house. This gets Gray Wing all pissy because he’s controlling of Turtle Tail and shares most of the wild/clan cat’s proclivity for looking down upon kittypets. Turtle Tail gets pregnant by another kittypet, Tom, who tries to control her by hiding the fact that humans take away kittens after they’re born. Eventually Bumble comes clean about it so Turtle Tail returns to the forest. Some time later, Bumble is found in the forest seeking refuge because Tom has been physically abusing her, scratching her where the humans can’t see. So, she’s CANONICALLY ACKNOWLEDGED as a domestic abuse victim (unlike Squirrelflight who meets all the textbook signs but the narrative and authors deny it). How do you think our good guy protagonists, i.e. Gray Wing “The Wise” and Turtle Tail, respond to an abuse victim seeking refuge? They tell Bumble to go home, thinking to themselves that she’s fat and soft and therefore would be useless in their group. Bumble stands up for herself and asks to speak with the leaders of the group. One of them asks if Bumble could just get along with Tom better (bro???) and when Bumble says it’s not within her control, the leader suggests being nicer to the humans instead. Another rival leader butts in and verbally abuses Bumble again by ripping into how fat and lazy and useless she would be. Despite Turtle Tail having been friends with Bumble and Bumble had helped her through her own hard times, to Gray Wing’s approval Turtle Tail chooses not to intervene as Bumble is forcibly escorted back to her abuser. But that’s not all. Later Bumble is found in the forest maimed and dying, and it seems likely that Gray Wing’s brother Clear Sky, a male with a long history of violence, is the culprit. Rather than mourn the dying innocent cat, Gray Wing’s primary concern is how other cats might be mean to Clear Sky if they think he’s a murderer, and reassures himself that refusing to help Bumble in her time of need was still the right decision.

2.) I have no idea how she managed to be written so horrifically from an abuse victim and woman (/she-cat I guess) standpoint but here we are. Okay so my memory is a bit fuzzy but basically Bumble was a character in Dawn of the Clans and a close friend to Turtle Tail, a major character, as well as a character who lived close to Tom, an abusive dickhead of a cat. Bumble was largely depicted as just a really sweet cat. Turtle Tail was very briefly the mate of Turtle Tail, but once she got pregnant, he became super violent towards both her and our gal Bumble. Tom actively hid the fact that, once her kits were old enough, Turtle Tail’s kits would probably be taken from her, and made Bumble keep quiet about this too, but Bumble eventually told Turtle Tail the truth, Turtle Tail left and Tom became extremely violent towards Bumble because of this, and was extremely abusive towards her. Eventually, Bumble ran away from him to where Turtle Tail and co were and begged to stay, since the wilderness as a whole was genuinely more safe than being around Tom was. Naturally, this meant kitty xenophobia from cats who had only arrived in that area recently, because everybody was insistent than, since she was a kittypet/house cat, things wouldn’t work out, and even her friend Turtle Tail denied her on this, insisted she was too soft to live in the wild and only sent her towards a cat Bumble wanted to convince because she was absolutely certain she’d be denied. Also our good old protagonist Gray Wing got to spend this scene being all upset about this soft cat wanting to join them to escape an abuser and was all bitter about the fact that Turtle Tail lived with her for a short period of time, and he also got to have a sweet romantic moment with Turtle Tail after denying an abuse victim an escape from her abuser. Also as much as I like Tall Shadow usually she sucked ass in the following scene because she was essentially telling Bumble to go find a way to make peace with Tom as if she was not the one being abused (Bumble pointed out that Tom was the one who would need to make peace for it to happen, not her) and that she should just make life better by going back to being a housecat and being spoiled despite the fact that she was actively at risk with her owners because of Tom. Then she leaves after being threatened by several cats there and is called soft on the way out. The next time she appears she is literally dying, and her death is just a plot device to create a stupid little mystery which is solved in a very stupid way. Also her abuser does continue to be a shithead and for some reason is fully permitted to kidnap his own children but he also gets a heroic death and the only reason I will not rant more about him is because this is too long already. Long story short Bumble deserves the world and everybody who decided not to let her escape her abuser just because they thought she was soft sucks

3.) Is nice to the group of starving, feral wild cats that left the mountains so their friends and family could have more food to eat and befriends one of them to the point of opening her home to her after she leaves the group because the guy she likes is too dumb to notice she likes him and keeps falling for his brother’s love interests.

Unfortunately, because Bumble is a house cat who lives in a house with people and not a Wild and Free cat, this is a grave and horrible crime (luring a wild cat into the safety and comforts of domesticity) and is villainized for the rest of the arc, including for things wildly out of her control

I.E.

Her owners taking in an aggressive male cat that bullies and abuses the two female cats already living there

When Bumble’s friend leaves and goes back to the wild cats, Bumble leaves her home (as the abuse as has gotten worse) to see if she could either get help or have her friend return so the abuse isn’t as bad again)

Bumble eventually dies in the wild because the feral cats all hate her for ‘stealing’ their friend and tricking her into becoming a kittypet for awhile and refuse to help Bumble adjust to wild life or even teaching her how to hunt.

They are littl e to no hard feelings at her death beyond ‘good riddance’ but the aggressive tomcat that chased her out of her home is later regarded with good feelings and regret at such a ‘good, heroic cat’ passing when he dies despite him literally never doing a good or kind thing in his life and actually causing trouble for the wild cats right before dying

CORDELIA CHASE (BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER/ANGEL THE SERIES) (CW: Pregnancy)

1.) (downs an entire bottle of vodka and slams it back on the table) SO. CORDY. Cordy started off as a supporting character in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. At the start she was your typical high school mean girl character, but as the show went on we got to see more depth to her character: her insecurities, her courage, her capacity for incredible acts of kindness. Then after the third season she moved into the show’s spin off, Angel, where from the beginning she was basically the show’s secondary protagonist. Her and Angel were the two mainstays of the show’s main cast, she gets the most episodes centered on her out of all the characters aside from Angel (and yes, I’ve checked), and we really got to see her grow from a very shallow and self-centered and kind of mean person to a true hero who was prepared to give up any chance at a normal life to fight the good fight while still never losing the basic core of her character. There were some… questionable moments like the episode where she gets mystically pregnant with demon babies and things got a bit iffy like halfway through season 3 where the writers seemed to run out of ideas for what to do with her outside of sticking her in this romance drama/love triangle situation with the main character but overall, pretty good stuff right? THEN SEASON 4 HAPPENED. In season 4 she gets stripped of literally all agency and spends pretty much the entire season possessed by an evil higher power, and while possessed she sleeps with Angel’s teenage son (who BY THE WAY she had helped raise as a baby before he got speed-grown-up into a teenager it was a whole thing don’t worry about it) and gets pregnant with like. the physical manifestation of the higher power that’s possessing her. it’s about as bad and stupid as it sounds and also is like the third time cordy’s got mystically pregnant in this show and like the fourth mystical pregnancy storyline overall (you will be hearing more on that note in other submissions I’m so sorry). after giving birth she goes into a coma, in which she remains for the rest of season 4 and the first half of season 5. SPEAKING OF WHICH DON’T THINK SEASON 5 IS GETTING OFF SCOT FREE HERE. yeah so in season 5 the show just FULLY starts trying to erase cordy’s existence. she gets mentioned ONCE in the first episode and then never again until halfway through the season where she wakes up, helps out Angel for a bit and encourages him in his fight against evil, and then goes quietly into that good night and dies so it can be all sad and tragic. I’d call it the worst fridging of all time but even THAT feels generous because the whole point of fridging is killing off a female character so a man can be sad, and after Cordy dies basically no one’s even sad about it because the show immediately goes back to pretending she never existed. she is not mentioned ONCE in the two episodes after she dies. in the whole stretch of time between her death and the end of the season she gets mentioned exactly four times. again, I counted. anyway the fun twist to all of this is that all of this happened because the actress who played cordy got pregnant before season 4 and joss whedon was so pissed off about this affecting his plans for the show that he decided to completely fuck over her character and then fire her and write her out of the show. so cordy’s a victim of both writing AND real life misogyny!! good times!!

2.) OH SO MANY THINGS they menaced by giving her terrible hair cuts, making her seem like she’d get together with the guy she loves (and who loves her back) but instead she was killed and when she was brought back, she got possessed by an evil entity who used her body to give birth to itself. afterwards she was in a long coma and died. her character was so throughoutly assassinated

3.) She got demonically pregnant TWICE - there was this real sense of a womb/ability to get pregnant as like, a place for evil to get in. She got positioned as femme fatale and evil mother. The actress basically got fired for being pregnant, and when she agreed to come back for a single final episode she specifically said they could do anything but kill off the character. Guess what happened

[websterss]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝟐/𝟒 — 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘  

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Your plan to get the group's attention becomes too difficult of a task especially with Ethan leaving your bracelet in his dorms, forcing you to be stuck in his dorm until he returns. You start to wonder whether he'll keep you locked up forever until he presents you with the idea of going to a party for the night.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): A bit graphic, mentions of blood and dying, angst, implications again but no smut, sad flashback

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4,005

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ethan Landry x fem!Ghost!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed! I based this off the song by Lizzy McAlpine - Doomsday

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Perhaps you had overestimated Ethan’s true intentions that night. Being pinned down both alive and dead brought on stress, pain, and ptsd, that wretched night scarred you. Flashes from the night he killed you remain true and gory. The color red turned into your most hated color of the rainbow. The second worst color; was brown. It was the color of his eyes. You used to adore having his attention, wanted nothing more than for him to swing that gaze on you with that charming grin he bore. Now you just wanted to erase every touch, conversation, and his whole existence. You knew the repercussions of attempting to bring justice for yourself, the whole obstacle of being invisible to the human eye; to your friends mostly. They couldn’t see you, and try as you wanted, they would not be able to hear you plead and beg for their attention, which you craved and yearned for the most. Anything but Ethan’s, anything but the heavy reminder of him stabbing you over and over with his knife. 

You were oblivious to his attack. You saw him coming, and you let him into your home, but you never saw his intentions. You would have guessed what the night would have potentially led to had it gone the way you hoped. A kiss, maybe even more, but not this. Not him, and the war he was battling behind his eyes, as he stared at you with a lost expression. 

-

“Hey Eth, do you want anything to drink? There’s water, and juice, a few sodas that I haven’t drunk yet. I’m not much of a beer person, but we can go to that bodega on the corner to get some if you want. I’m kind of craving some chips honestly.” You called out to him. Ethan had excused himself to use your bathroom. He needed to go after a few hours of trying to absorb every painstaking word from his econ textbook. You teased him for his class requirement. Why would anyone put themselves through such a class? Cause it was required for his degree of course. You shook your head as you opened your fridge up. The bright light from inside illuminates your face. Your brows pinch together when you get no response from him. Do guys usually take long to pee? 

“Ethan?” You glance at your fridge one more time before closing it. The second the door was closed you turned, and you wished you never did. “Ethan you okay in ther–” You cut yourself off seeing him stand there at the door of the bathroom. A black robe was now thrown over his clothes, and his hands dawned gloves; also black, but what made your heart sink was the knife he twiddled in his hands. His gaze was solely on the weapon. All you could see was his dark brown curls. “Ethan?” You take a small cautious step back. You kept trailing your eyes up and down his entire. Trying to find the butt of this really fucked up joke. There didn’t seem to be one though, just cautionary fear tingling up and down your spine. You had never really been in a flight or fight situation and you really didn’t want to be. You cringe when he tosses the mask onto the island between you both. The mask revealed all you needed and everything you were afraid of. Your breathing picked up as you stared down the all too familiar ghost face mask your friends warned you about. Your watery gaze rose to meet his detrimental stare. One look at his stance, the way his eyes burned with hate. The tight grip he had on the hilt. It screamed a man with the intent to do harm. And he would because your sweet dorky Ethan was gone. You didn’t recognize the intensity of the man before you. “W-What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna give you two options okay?” His voice was shaky. His jaw clenched. You sucked in a breath as he continued. You were on the verge of sobbing. “You can run, and you might get away with some injuries, or I can get it over with so you won’t suffer as much.” How generous…You look away, walking over to the farthest counter and placing your hands on it. You eye the pan you had left on top of the stove, before looking over your shoulder in distraught.

“W-What’s the third option?” You cry softly. 

“There isn’t one baby…My dad…” His eyes glistened. “He wouldn’t change his mind. He couldn’t be swayed, Y/n. I tried…” He looked down at the knife. “Believe me when I say that I tried. He wouldn’t let up though, he wants you dead.” 

“What?” You shook your head confused. “You tried? What the fuck does that mean? Why would he want me dead? W-We were just studying a few minutes ago Ethan. For your Econ exam. If you wanted to take a break you could have just said so, you didn’t have to go to such extensive measures!” You gesture to the robe hysterically. “Why are you doing this? I-I haven’t done anything to you. I haven’t done anything!” You breath hitches and cracks with every exhale and inhale of your cries. “I-I don’t wanna die Ethan…” You cower back against the door of your refrigerator. “Please, y-you’re my friend. You’re supposed to be my friend...”

“I know baby…” He closes his eyes shut. Then looks back up at you. “But I don’t have a choice. It was either you, or me.” He tilts his head. You go still, terror overtaking your face. You straighten, balling your left hand into a fist. The small pan was hidden behind your back, out of his sight. If he did notice you grab it, he didn’t mention it, maybe to allow you some peace of mind before everything went to shit.

You walk over to him slowly, cautiously, hoping not to trigger his fight response. “Will you give me something then, before you start?” You let out shakenly. 

“What?” His brows furrow.

You slowly reach up with your left and cup one side of his face before bringing his lips onto your own slowly. Your hand slid behind his head and curled your fingers into his locks, tugging him closer. Ethan nearly dropped the knife then and there. You caught him off guard. Might as well right, you thought. If you were going out then you’d go out believing and dreaming of what could have been. Maybe someday, somewhere right? Yeah right. Your breath hitches as you pull away, a tear slipping down your face as you pat his cheek gently. Then you swing the frying pan you grabbed into the side of his head before bolting down the hall to your room. Ethan's stance faltered. He stumbled back into the bathroom door, before falling onto his side. You had barely rushed past him when he tried to reach for your leg, but he missed. Not so safe to say he didn’t appreciate the sudden whack across the head since he thudded heavily towards your locked door. It took him about three powerful kicks before he got it open. You flinched by the window having it halfway lifted by the time he got in. He stood at the entrance, his eyes narrowed. He sighed heavily, as he shook his head. 

“Option one then…” He cracked his neck before he stormed towards you. You cried and fought him off, but the knife still got lodged into your stomach. You cried out in pain as you felt a sudden pinch snip at your wrist before he threw you across the room, you fell to the carpet, doing a horrible job at staying upright. He had gutted you well and efficiently enough to cause you to bleed tremendously. One thought and one thought only ran through your mind then and there. The door. The front door was the goal. The dream really. It was wishing thinking at this point honestly. But you began your crawl in agony. You grunt and whimper as your limbs and organs hurt with every movement and push you force your body to move forward. You couldn’t stay here, you had to get out, You just had to. 

Ethan begrudgingly sat at the edge of your bed. He rubbed against the side of his temple, his fingers drawn back with blood now smeared across his tips. Fuck, he thought. He looked over at you pushing yourself out the door with a struggle. How long he would let you do this for, was the real kicker. He thought it best to let you hope for a little longer. To let you continue ‘escaping’ as he assumed that is what he was looking at. He knew he said he wouldn’t let you suffer, but for some fucked up reason, he couldn’t let you die just yet. He wanted to enjoy a bit of your drive, your determination, and the sound of your voice regardless of the fact you were crying out in pain. He wanted to save it to memory for a few more minutes. You, just being alive. Just a little bit longer, he thought. He couldn’t get your kiss out of his head. Had you wanted to kiss him before? He hadn’t known, nor would he after this. He looked up again to find you out of his sight, had you moved that quickly? He strained his ears to be able to hear your faint grunts. You were slowly dying and he was only dragging it on further than he needed to. He placed his hands on his knees and stood up. He glanced around your room, letting his eyes roam over everything that screamed ‘you’. To the lights, to the fun colors on your bed, to the wall of pictures, to the now bloody carpet. He looked away, feeling a tinge of sadness for turning your most sacred place of comfort into a horror scene in the span of only a few minutes. He’d been in your home for over an hour, and it only took him minutes to ruin everything good in this little home you created for yourself. He walked over to the door, shifting his eyes to a picture you hung on the wall. It was of him and you. Bemused and silly is what he would describe the vibe he felt when he looked at it. Maybe someday, somewhere. That’s what he’d hope for. With one last glance at the pictures, he tapped it with his glove and moved into the hall. You had made some distance, but it was never going to be enough. He couldn’t keep watching you attempt to crawl your way to what you hoped would be your best chance of survival. He had to put you out of your misery. It would probably be the one good thing he could grant you. 

-

Any future attempt at trying to gain the attention of anyone other than Ethan was a no-go. The first few times he hadn’t suspected much when he brought along your bracelet. Your one and only means of transportation to and from places. He threatened to leave it in his room when he caught onto your intentions. You hated how much you begged and pleaded to be let out, be ‘taken out for some sunlight’ if you will. You had become reliant and dependable on Ethan as much as you despised it. He really had been your only source of sanity, without him as he smugly liked to remind you, you’d be stuck in his room. He even went ahead and left the bracelet under his pillow just to prove a point to you. You beat on his chest when he saw you storm up to him as he entered his room. You wanted nothing more than to slap that stupid smirk off his face, so you had, and he kissed you roughly, pinning you to his door.

It was routine, and he seemed to enjoy every minute of it, and you, you just had to go through with it or you’d end up cooped up in his room again waiting for him to return, just like today, on all the days. Halloween has been your absolute favorite and the asshole left your bracelet on his night stand. It mocked you as you sat on his bed staring off into space. You thought back to your Princess Diaries costume that was gonna be awesome, but now it sat in your closet, in your apartment that was covered in blood, your blood, which was now also a crime scene, so now you had nothing to wear but the clothes on your back. You lift your head as the door to his room opens. The devil himself walks in. Ethan approaches you, leaning down to give you a rough slow kiss. His hands cupping the back of your head to bring you closer. You sigh as the kiss goes on longer than needed. A scowl paints your face as he pulls back and bites back a smile. He straightens up and looks down at you with adoration.

“Get off your cute butt, we're going out.” That made you perk up. 

“Out? Where are we going?”

“A party. It’s Halloween remember, let’s go have fun.” He smirks seeing your face contort with confusion. You should have been thrilled, ecstatic even, but his sudden mood shift put you on edge. You noticed that after days turned into weeks. How he’d be nice and touchy feelings with you, then be an absolute sociopath the next. His sudden emotional outbursts scared you. Even dead he could still hurt you. “Come on, get up!” 

“I-I don’t get you.” You shook your head. You knew better than to fuel the flame he had tucked away at the moment, but you didn’t know how to deal with his change of emotions anymore, it was exhausting when he out of nowhere felt the need to play ‘Mr. Nice Guy’. You were over it.

“What do you mean?” He stopped looking for a long sleeve to look back at you. 

“You’ve kept me trapped in your room for five days, and now, all of a sudden you’re kissing me again, and being sweet? I don’t get you, Ethan.” You look away from him. Shrinking in place when he draws near. 

“I wanna take you out, what’s wrong with that?” His shoulders slumped. “You wanted out of here, you’re getting that.” He walked over to his nightstand and picked up the small gold chain. Mocking you with it as he dangled it out to you. Then proceeded to tuck it into his jeans. “Now get up, I’m supposed to meet Chad there. Unless you want me to leave you here.” You immediately got up from his bed.

“I don’t even have anything to wear.” You gesture to your shirt and jeans that you’ve been wearing since you showed up. The red sneakers are your signature trademark. The group used to find it endearing. You wondered if they were missing you right about now. 

“Why should it matter, no one can see you anyway?” Ethan immediately tensed seeing your face fall. “I didn’t mean it like that…look how about we- we could ya know…” He trailed off then met eyes with his white bedsheets then stilled. You watched wearily and then curiously as he stripped his bed of his flat sheet. Who the hell owned a flat sheet? 

“What's with the sheet?” You raise a brow in question.

“Would this even work? I mean you couldn’t even touch your bracelet. It just went right through you.” He eyed the sheet and then walked over to you. “Can I?” He gestured to you then the bed linen in his hands. He took quick notice of your hesitance. “Just trust me.” He waved your doubts away. His words made you laugh out loud causing him to grow still. 

“Says my murderer…” You roll your eyes.

“Humor me then.” He grunts then before you can protest he throws the linen over your head and watches it drape over your frame. When it remained over you, his heart began picking up. “Holy…shit!” He backed up, his hands frozen in mid-air as he surveilled you from head to toe. “No fucking way that worked. Holy shit!” You heard him breathe out aloud. What was he so shocked about?

“I can’t see anything.” He couldn’t see it but he imagined you were pouting. 

“Oh right, sorry. Here take it off!” He pulled on the sheet until you came back into his view. Your hair was in disarray. Wild and full of static. A cute pout on your lips as you stared at him. Observing as he dug out a pocket knife and cut into the fabric. Two eyes holes from what you could tell, and then he was turning back to you, reaching forward to fix some crazy strands. The kiss placed on your lips caught you by surprise. He smiled at you and then went to throw the flat sheet over your head again. He adjusted it until your eyes were directly over the two holes he made. You could see out of it now. “Oh my god, you look fucking cool!” He ushered you to his thin mirror. What you didn’t come to realize soon enough was that the linen over your body did not go through you. Your eyes slowly widened as you began to grasp what this would mean for you. People would be able to see you. 

“Holy shit…” You gasped as you stared back at your reflection. You had a reflection. You couldn’t see your eyes, but you could see the very visible bed sheet that was placed over your frame. “Holy fucking shit!” You exclaim, excitingly. You knew what this entailed, but you realized that Ethan had yet to understand why you were so excited about the sheet being placed over you and why it didn’t phase through you like the bracelet had. You figured that he figured you were only freaking out because he thought you thought this was cool. It was, that was no lie, but you were hopeful again. 

“No one will think twice about it.” Ethan laughed at your reaction.

“It worked!” You extend your arms out and do a little spin. 

“It’s fitting honestly going as a ghost, I mean who’s gonna question the girl with a sheet draped over her head?” He chuckled. He nodded in agreement. You were though, a ghost and all. Dead or costume didn’t change that. Not one bit. You hadn’t known why you let your intrusive thoughts win in the moment. Perhaps you rushed towards him because you wanted to express how you were feeling and needed an outlet. Needing to show Ethan just how happy you felt, though you knew you had acted in such a way because your plan to try and find a way to communicate with your friends was back on track, and Ethan was none the wiser about it. You had shed the sheet and brought his lips onto yours. This had been the second time now that your initiated kiss had caught him off guard, but he welcomed the affection nonetheless. He walked the both of you backward until he fell back onto the bed, taking you down with him as the kiss grew heated and rougher. You stayed on top until he had flipped you both. The hungry gaze behind his eyes knew you were gonna be a little late for the party, but you hadn’t really been too worried about it. 

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The walk to the frat house had been interesting. You kept turning your head towards every wandering eye that landed on you and Ethan. You bet you both looked like quite the pair. A sheeted ghost and a cardboard knight. You had judged Ethan’s look with love and some honesty. You still didn’t get it when it had to explain to you who he was. He went into detail about his inspiration from the movie Murder Party. A movie you had no idea existed until he showed you a scene in which the character Ethan was being tonight wore said costume. It felt like trivia. 

When you both walked through the door. You were both immersed in the chaos and music blasting through a speaker somewhere in the house. Bodies, bodies, and bodies all around, grinding, talking, drinking, and of course the occasional hookup. You were feeling a bit better than you and Ethan had your own pre-hookup before arriving. You knew better than to let your heart lead, but you couldn’t help the swarm of butterflies in your stomach when he reached behind him, extending his hand out for you to grab, and you did, allowing him to lead the way around the various of party goers fully and barely intoxicated. It wasn’t long until Ethan had found Chad. And boy were you not prepared for him to finally see you. See your ghost costume. 

“And who is this unlively thing?” Chad joked but teasingly nudged Ethan over and over. You had barely registered Chad’s faint words of ‘That’s my boy’ and ‘I told you, full snack baby!’ before he turned his attention back onto you. “What’s your name sweetheart?” Oh his smile, his beautiful grin that you had missed having be directed at you. 

“This is Wyen!” Ethan introduced you. You were glad they couldn’t see the questionable expression you gave under the sheet for the very questionable name he gave you. What the fuck Ethan?

“Wyen?” Chad's brows pinched together in question as well. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with such a unique name.” He shook his head.

“Yeah…she gets that a lot, just think of her name as the letters Y and N and you’ll be fine.” Ethan waved it off. 

“Why would I–” Chad sputtered in confusion. Then turned to you. “What? Is he messing with me? Please tell me he’s fucking with me?” Chad laughed your way. You shook your head and said. 

“No, if only you knew though.” You said. Ethan eyed you, but Chad hadn’t heard you one bit. 

“Is she good?” Chad leaned over to Ethan, as he took note of your lack of responses. “She's not…you know.” He gestured to his ears.

“Deaf? Oh no, yeah she’s fine, she’s just staying in character tonight. Halloween is kind of her favorite holiday.” You wanted to slap him right then and there, so you did. You reached forward and smacked him. Chad found your interactions amusing.

“Ahh okay. Well apologies, ole friendly ghost. I was in the dark of such information, but I respect your wishes to continue to haunt our youth in silence!” Chad placed a hand over his naked chest. You breathe a laugh aloud, but you realize your laugh didn’t reach his ears. It made you tear up a bit, but you concluded that the shake of your shoulders was enough for him to register you did in fact find his teasing funny because his head was thrown back as he laughed. God you had missed him. You tipped your chin down and curtsied, adding to the bit he was doing. “She’s funny too. I like you already.” He pointed at you. “Well, Ghostette and Mr. Landry, enjoy yourselves, not too much of course, but get drunk, and make out. I’m gonna go see where the girls are alright, find me if anything goes wrong okay? Anything. That goes for you too Wyen. Find me for anything!” With that, he tapped Ethan’s cardboard chest in what you assumed was approval and walked in the opposite direction. You scoff knowing that Chad considered you to be Ethan’s conquest for tonight. It looked like trying to gain their attention was going to be harder than you expected...especially since Ethan was hesitant to let you out of his sights now.

[lovecolibri]

Brennan: I just need to point out, with how I'm imagining Evan's musculature and body, his butt cheek is a sort of amorphous leg-to-back zone.

Aabria: Why? WHY?!

Erika: Noooo! Why would you do that to me?

Aabria: You have to consent to that before. Erika did NOT sign up for an assless man.

Lou: Yeah dude, I was okay with you dying, but this whole butt- *waves*

Brennan: Buttless thing?

Aabria: No butt at all.

Danielle: A long back? No, we're not doing a long back.

Brennan: *wheezing* What'd you say?!

Danielle: Long back.

Brennan: Long back? Oh my god, horrifying.

What is even happening, this is still the opening recap 🤣🤣🤣