#'if my little brother weren't in the room with us i'd fuck you right here and now'

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Try Me

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: suggestive

"Lan, c'mon..please don't go." You whined tightening your grip on Lando's shirt. "Stay with me"

"Baby, I want to, believe me, I do, but I told you I promised your brother to go out with him tonight. Why don't you come along with us?" He asked holding your cheeks between his hands and leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Because I want to spend some time alone with you. Why can't he go out with Charles or anyone else?"

"Charles is not feeling well, and besides, it will be suspicious if I turn him down for the second time today." He explained trying to get some sense into you, but you just decided to be a brat today because, well, you just felt like it. You wanted his attention. You needed his attention.

"Fine. Go with him then. I don't care." You pouted crossing your arms and turning your gaze away from him.

"Y/n.." He sighed turning your chin with his finger making you look at him. "I'm trying my best to spend as much time as possible with you here. If Carlos knew I spent the whole day with his sister in her hotel room I'd probably be a dead man right now. So if you want me alive, you gotta let me go now okay?"

Everything Lando said made sense. It's true that Carlos would haunt Lando for the rest of his life if he knew that he had been seeing his 5 years younger sister for over 6 months now. It's also true that Lando is a bit torn between the two of you. He doesn't want any trouble with his best friend, but he also doesn't want to even think about having to stop seeing you.

Lando and you were not in a relationship, well, not officially, you didn't call it a relationship because you were forbidden to him. You had been seeing each other for half a year and both of you knew that there was something more between you, more than just sex although you never put a label on it. The more time passed the more you liked each other and wanted to spend more time together so it got harder to keep it a secret.

"Give me a kiss" He said leaning down to your lips. You hesitate for a second, but give in rolling your eyes which Lando doesn't take very well. "No, no, don't do that."

You ignore him and head towards the bathroom not wanting to wait until he leaves your room. You just wanted to show your dissatisfaction with all your might.

"I'll talk to you later okay?"

"Whatever" You muttered before slamming the bathroom door shut.

Later that night, Lando was texting you just to check up on you, to see what you're doing, to see how you're spending your time without him and you decided to continue being a brat for the rest of the night. Because you just felt like it today.

'Just took a shower. Think I'm gonna go check up on Charles since he's not feeling well'

You replied smirking knowing that you mentioning Charles would completely push his buttons with you tonight. Ever since Carlos introduced you to them, both Charles and Lando have been trying to flirt with you. Only Charles has been doing it directly and Lando was more subtle with it. Lando was always more mysterious about it, that's probably the reason why you were attracted to him and not Charles.

So ever since he got his eyes on you, he hated that Charles was trying to get your attention. He hated that he was still doing it and yet he couldn't do anything about it because you two were a well kept secret.

'Oh really? Carlos and I saw him. He's just fine so you don't have to do that.'

He was replying back to your messages within seconds. You knew he was going crazy about it.

'Well, I'm gonna go check anyway'

Of course you weren't gonna go. You were all ready for bed, but since you didn't get what you wanted tonight, you decided to play with his head a little.

'Y/n..You have nothing to look for in his room'

'I mean it's not like I have a boyfriend if you really think about it. So..I don't think it would be inappropriate, no? '

'I can hear the attitude through the text. Fix it, before I fuck it out of you.'

His text sent shivers through your body. You threw your head back against your pillow sighing and reminiscing the way this morning the bed was squeaking beneath you two.

'I don't think you're gonna do anything about it'

'Oh, try me then'

[readychilledwine]

Selfcare Sunday

Summary - In an effort to have Lyria get to know his family, Azriel has her schedule them on her Sundays, forgetting it is her day with her brothers..

Warnings - None really for this part unless you count Azriel not liking her brother, but they're coming, trust me.

A/n - There will be a bit of Azriel after each character with how I'm planning and writing them and a second Azriel part that's longer, so don't worry about how short this is.

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Azriel sighed, relaxing fully as Lyria worked warm oil into his back, focusing on his sore shoulders. This had become their Sunday late night routine. Azriel laying on her table as she melted a week of tension away with those hands he was learning to trust.

He had emotionally healed significantly in the past month of her love. He had strictly asked her to use lotion in the beginning, but the past few massages, he's asked for her newest oil. An herbal mix Rhysand raved around, and Azriel could see why. It was made with yarrow and eucalyptus, turning his muscles into putty. He trusted her with his life already, and she seemed to trust him with hers.

“There you go,” Lyria whispered gently to him. “Almost have your mind shut off, don't you?”

He would only moan in response, feeling her fingers knead onto those layers of muscles. Azriel didn't know what he had done to be this blessed. To be so favored by the Cauldron that his mate's love language was acts of service, but he wasn't going to complain. Especially not as her hands moved to begin working the knots in his neck.

He knew they were in the last 15 to 20 minutes, and he would be lying if he didn't say that thought made him a little sad. “I was thinking,” his voice was low and soft, as if he was drifting off to sleep under her touch. “You're shy and most comfortable here?”

Lyria hummed to acknowledge him, “I am a homebody, yes.”

“And you always say massages tell you more about a person than talking?”

“Right,” Lyria confirmed as she continued working on the tension in his upper shoulders and neck. “Like I can tell you were in your dungeon far too long today by how tight your shoulders, collarbones, and neck are. Where are you going with this?”

Azriel took a moment to respond, having drifted off at the feel of her hands kissing his aching away. “How would you feel about my family coming on Sundays? 90 minutes, you and them. I'll pay you-”

“Sundays are when I see Eris and Lucien,” she whispered. She continued feeling what she was doing but not looking down at him, letting his body communicate his needs.

Azriel opened one hazel eye, “Only during the afternoon and evenings, though?” He studied her face, her lips pouted as she thought. “I will make sure it doesn't hurt your time with Eris and Lucien. Even if I'd prefer you weren't near them.”

She sighed, tired of this conversation. “We've discussed this,” she put a little more pressure on his neck. “I love my brothers. Whatever anger you hold towards them is between you and them. It's not like I'm seeing my father.”

“I'd lock you in my damn room at the House of Wind,” he immediately growled. “You may have that deal to see him occasionally but I could not stand that one weekly.”

Lyria pushed his head back down, “This is relaxation time, Mister.” His hands squeezed her plush thighs in agreement as she began massaging again. “I get to set the schedule. The times. The type of massage.”

“That's fine.”

“And I reserve the right to tell them to go away of they're mean.”

“Absolutely. Then you will tell me.” She smiled at his protectiveness. She was learning to love it. Learning to love her very instinct driven Illyrian male. “Fuck right there,” he sighed as she found the worst spot on the upper right side of his neck.

“Do you want a scalp massage too?” Azriel squeezed her thighs, communicating silently to Lyria's question. Her long nails, freshly done in a cobalt blue a day ago with his money, ran softly on his head. “You realize I already see Rhysand once a week?”

He hummed, “He will want to take part. Those massages are part of the bargain you two made. A business transaction. This would be different.”

She hummed in return beginning to play with his hair, “We talk about personal things, though.”

“Not the way you will with this,” his voice was heavy with sleep, “Can.. is it lay down time?”

Lyria nodded, “Come on, big bad shadowsinger.” She helped him stand, holding his hand as she walked him through her home. A home Rhysand paid for. A home she was slowly making more and more her own.

As soon as Azriel was asleep, she went to her schedule book, writing in names on Sundays. The next morning, she handed it to them. “I want them here 10-15 minutes early so we can consult.”

Azriel smiled at that paper, dimples coming through, “Absolutely.”

“And the weeks I took off are non-negotiable.”

“Of course, my fire,” Azriel pulled her to him by his waist, placing a hungry kiss on her lips. A knock on the door came, Monday arriving much too fast for their liking. “See you tonight?”

“See you tonight,” she confirmed and kissed him again. “Don't forget to give them the schedule.”

The week passed slowly, and Lyria smiled as another Sunday arrived. She placed stones in a warmer, lighting massage oil candles. Her magic dimmed the room, the scent of lavender soft and drifting as she readied the table.

“Hello, Lyria Darling,” Rhysand leaned against her doorway, a wide flirtatious smile on his face. He was twirling his spare key to her apartment. “Shall we begin our consultation?”

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6 | Ritual

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

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Going back to the boys hotel room they sit to hear about the Elevator Ritual game but the brothers weren't that excited, "It's ritual time." Sam turns to them.

"Love the sound of that." Matt sighs.

"We're gonna do something we've never done before on this channel." Sam starts, "The Elevator Game." The three applaud, "You guys said you love elevators right?"

"I hate elevators." Matt says once again.

"Perfect." Sam tells him, "Which is interesting because for this ritual we need a singular volunteer." He adds and all the guys look at Matt so he agrees to do it.

"Don't forget about our deal Matt." Dani leans forward to look at him from the other side of Colby.

Sam goes on to explain the whole game and how it's supposed to work and what they have to do, "Chris, we'll have to get our licenses immediately." Nick speaks up.

"I know." Chris agrees, "I'm really considering who's going to do the laundry now." He adds.

"They're gonna just be twins after this." Colby jokes.

"I gotta remember free food." Matt tells himself.

"If she didn't would you still do it?" Chris asks him so Matt tells him he rather it be him then him or Nick.

"I feel like you'd just do better in the elevator than Chris would." Matt adds telling Nick and Chris agrees with that statement.

"He just knows you're the least fit for it." Nick adds and Chris still agrees to it.

Down in the lobby Matt says this will either make his fear of elevators ten times worse or ten times better to which Nick says it can't actually get better, #Welcometothechannel." Sam tells him.

"Are you going to say goodbye to your siblings? You might never see them again." Colby tells him so he and the others hug each other goodbye talking about things they want of his when he doesn't come back.

"Dude, I'm not dead yet."

As Matt and Sam get into the elevator the other wish them good luck and goodbye, "Oh right, I need photos for your prayer cards." Nick takes pics of Matt in the elevator.

"Best brother award goes to." Dani laughs.

"Alright, one two three. Please take us to another world."

"Bye bye, be safe guys." Dani waves so Matt does a little wave back as the doors close.

As the four wait for them to come back, Nick's EMF finally goes off as they walk around, "This thing is called the onvoy it's basically going to say yes or no." Colby pulls out the device but then another guest in the background startles him, "Gahh, that guy scared the fuck out of me."

"That haircut..." Nick says then covers him mouth as Colby and Chris laugh.

"Nick, it's super quiet in here." Dani's eyes widen.

"Sorry, that was terrible."

"So something has to physically touch it like that." Colby explains how it works.

"Are Sam and Matt going to make it back to us, do you think?" Chris asks the thing and it says yes right before the two come right back.

"You're done already?" Nick says surprised how fat it went.

"We only asked it one question." Colby tells the two.

"The one question I asked is, is Sam and Matt going to come back down." Chris tells them, "And it said yes and then it opened."

"Do you want to do it alone?" Sam asks Matt.

"I would-, I don't-, I'd have to write down the numbers..." Matt pulls out his phone.

"Seriously alone?" Dani asks shocked.

"What if you never come back Matt?" Chris asks him, "And you're fully alone in another world? Nick or Dani go with." He looks at the two.

"No," Nick walks away.

"I'm not." Chris makes clear.

Lady

"Dani, that's you." Sam laughs looking at her stare at the box in Matt's hand before the elevator opens by its self, "Oh my god! I guess that's a yes I'm going with."

"Guys? Is that a sigh we should do it one more time?" Sam asks the group.

"I say go for it." Chris looks at the two.

"That was so fast you have to." Colby tells them, "Plus you two attract ghosts." He adds, "The goal of the game is to get a lady to come right?" Colby asks then hear how that sound as everyone laughs. "Wait, wait, ahh please cut that." He turns the camera towards himself.

"Dude Dani..." Sam laughs.

"As in a ghost lady to step inside the elevator." Colby makes clear, "No funny business with sis." He looks at Matt giving him a certain look.

"Dude, there's a camera." Matt gets embarrassed.

"You guys are killing me. Let's get this over with." She claps her hands to go so they step into the elevator.

"Please take us to another world." They both say together.

"I may regret saying that but hey, see you guys later." Matt says as the doors start to close.

As the doors close Sam starts to crack up, "I can't believe you just let Dani go with him. You never leave her alone with any guys."

"I'm her older brother. I'm protective of her." Colby sighs as Sam keeps laughing.

"Not even me and I'm you're best friend." Sam points out.

"That's not entirely true."

While they make fun of Colby before starting to ask yes or no question, Matt and Dani hope no one will interrupt them because then they fail at the game. On the first floor they go to there was luckily nobody there.

"Next number is two." Matt look at his phone pressing the button while Dani held the box.

"So far off to a good start." Dani nods her head as they move to the next floor and there was nobody again so they go to the next floor.

"The thing that scares me the most about this is that the elevator is squeaking." Matt points out what Dani has been trying to ignore for the past couple of seconds.

"I've been trying not to pay attention to it and you have to point it out. It makes my anxiety want to act up badly." Dani plays with her fingers to calm her down as the doors open to show no one.

"You have bad anxiety too?" Matt asks pressing the next floor, "Mine gets so so bad at times." He tells her about his.

"I take meds for mine so that explains how bad mine is." She giggles.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." He sighs putting his head back.

"I literally said you couldn't pay me to do this yet here I am." They both laugh but suddenly stop.

"Oh my god that one I felt the drop."

They both stay quite for a few seconds till Dani realizes something, "Matt, we're not moving..."

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"Harley?"

My lips are tinglin', is the only thought that floats through my mind, like a lost bobber in the ocean.

"Baby, say somethin'," My Dad tries again a minute later, more of a plea than a demand.

I hug my knees tighter to my chin.

"I'on know what to do," He mutters after the silence stretches on for too long, slouched on the floor in the opposite corner of the room with a sense of defeat. He rests his beaten, sweaty temple against the wall as he stares longingly at me, but it ain't me he's talking to anymore. At least, I'on think it is. He's talking to Glenn on the other side, whose voice I've almost forgotten is attached to a real person.

"Daryl, please," Glenn begs him, "I know it's hard, but you have to tell me what happened in there."

"He—," Dad starts, unable to get the words out right, like they taste of somethin' foul. "He made her—..."

Desperate, he insists, "He made her, what, Daryl?"

He can't say it.

I didn't wanna kiss Philip. Less than I've ever wanted to step on a rusty nail or swallow a raw egg, I did not wanna kiss Philip. Dad knows that. He has to. There was a gun to my head. He saw. If I had kicked him or punched him or cussed him out some more, like any brave person would do, like I was sure I was gonna do, he would'a shot me dead. But instead, now, my lips are tingling.

That's how I know he's still not gone, because his warm, chapped lips are brushing against mine, and our noses are tickling against each other, and his breath is ghosting across my face. I'm in two moments at once, trapped between nothing.

Don't move, Harley. I can still feel the gun trained on my head. Don't move.

"He made her kiss him," He eventually admits, his voice echoing weakly off the concrete walls. "Made her kiss him on the mouth."

There's a painful silence emanating from Glenn's side of the wall for what feels like a long, long time.

"He's a fucking monster," He exclaims quietly after I'd thought he'd say nothing, his chin trembling with anger easy to imagine.

"She won't talk." Dad continues staring at me, like he just can't pull his eyes away. I wish I could shrink into the sharp point between the walls and the floor until I fold in on myself like a little origami creature and disappear forever. Stop lookin' at me, I mentally scold him, sounding a lot more passionate in my head than the empty, heavy feeling I've got in my chest. "Won't let me touch her."

"This is Merle's fault," Glenn tells him matter-of-factly. "As much as it is Philip's. He let this happen."

"No." Dad mumbles, sounding sure. "Ya don't know my brother. He loves Harley more'un anythin'. This weren't him."

"He's a bad person, Daryl."

"You think I'on know that?" He shoots back, pausing for a long moment before adding, "I'd made my peace with him bein' gone."

"Sorry, I just—... I don't know how they're getting away with this."

"It's fine. Sky's blue. Shit stinks." Dad says, wincing as he feels along his jaw, coughing up another bloody molar. "Fuck."

"How bad are you hurt?"

"Got the Chicklets beat outta me," He licks his bloody lips, groaning, "But I ain't dead, yet. You?"

"Not dead," He agrees, but he don't sound too far from it. I try to remember everything Herschel's ever said about sepsis, but my thoughts are dashing around my head like spooked rabbits, disappearing and reappearing into hidden pockets I can't reach.

Maybe if I stare at the floor hard enough — It's grey, concrete, speckled with dirt — it'll all go away.

"Shut up in there!" A guard suddenly shouts from outside, making us both flinch. "No talkin'!"

Don't move, Harley.

"When are you gonna let us outta here?" Dad shouts back angrily. "Ya feel good about yerself, lockin' up a lil' girl?"

"You ain't heard me the first time? Shut up!"

After that, he stops beggin' me to talk to him.

From the porch of our trailer house, I watch as Mandy's small, white car crawls up our driveway.

How did I get here, I ask myself, looking around at all the people gathered in our front yard. The sound of cheering and whistling cuts through the warm air like it's the fourth of July, the smells of sizzling meat drawing my attention to the back of the crowd. There's our shirtless neighbour, Mark, wearing his cheap, black apron — The one that says, King of the Grill — as he flips hotdogs and dances to the radio sitting nearby. There's his skinny sister, Hannah, with her chubby baby sat on her hip, and their nephew, Timmy.

I recognise most of the people here. Neighbours, people from Dad's old job at the mechanic's, friends.

A memory, I realize — It's the day my Dad came back from prison.

"I know that's right," Merle whoops as the car comes to a stop, the engine shutting off. He grabs my hand and Tank follows us down the porch steps, the cheering growing louder by the second. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was at a concert for a rockstar. I'm frightened, excited, angry. I'm about to see my Dad. After four years, he's here. "My brother! Daryl motherfuckin' Dixon!"

I squeeze Merle's hand tighter as my Dad steps outta the passenger seat, closing the door behind him.

"Daddy," I exclaim, my voice lost to the noise, but somehow, he hears me.

"You're so big," Is the first thing he says to me, and he looks proud and sad at the same time, bending down to wrap me in a hug. I make sure he knows how much I missed him by squeezing him so tight I hear him grunt in pain. "I missed you so much, baby."

He weren't here for my birthdays. He weren't here when I got that certificate at school. He weren't here at all. I feel like I don't know him anymore, but at the same time, it's like no time has passed at all. I mean, how much can a Dixon really change?

All of a sudden, there's something fluffy and slobbery forcing its way between us.

"Tank," I complain with a giggle, pulling away.

"Hey, boy," Dad laughs as he pets the big dog. "You miss me, too?"

"Not as much as I did," Merle jokes as Dad stands up and lifts me up to sit on his hip. "Four fuckin' years, huh, buddy?"

"Four years," Dad agrees as they share a hug, before he pulls away to gawk at all the people that showed up for him. "Hey, y'all."

"At least let him put his shit away first, ya vultures," Mandy scoffs. She steps outta the driver's side of the car and spits her bubble-gum onto the ground, sending her boyfriend a sassy look. "I'm sorry to say, Mark, but yer hotdogs ain't that good."

"Love you to, darlin'," The king of the grill laughs.

"Nah, Mandy, it's alright. I'm starvin'," Dad smiles. "The shit they serve in prison ain't even fit fer pigs."

"Get on in here, then, man!" Mark beckons him with a wave of his spatula. "We got plenty to go around!"

The crowd is swallowing us up and congratulations are flying left and right. My Dad is a hero. He's the reason I'm still here. He's the reason everybody else's kids are safe to play outside, without the threat of Ronnie lingering around any longer. He's got double the balls these people could only dream of havin', the brave underdog rising from the ashes, returning home from war. We ain't always the most functional of neighbours and friends, but we get shit done to protect our own in this part of town and we're proud of it.

Soon, I'm sitting on Dad's lap and I'm feeling like a princess, ketchup and mustard smeared all over my face as I chow down on my fat hotdog. I can't stop smiling. There ain't nowhere else I'd rather be than here, even after everythin' that's happened.

My Dad is a hero, and for the first time in my life, it feels like we've won something.

"Long as me and Merle are here," He promises me once everyone's attention is elsewhere, "Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you."

I smile back at him.

I believe him with my whole heart.

"Get up."

I wake to the sound of a guard's gravelly voice.

What? What's going on?

"Get up!"

My Dad cries out in pain.

There's a gun pointed in my direction. No. No, not again.

"Wakey-wakey! Let's go!"

The guard uses his free hand to force Dad to his feet, shoving him toward the door.

"No—" Dad croaks, turning to look at me. "Harley—"

"Let's go!" The guard roars, and suddenly my Dad don't look like much of a hero at all. "Let's fucking go!"

He's taking him away.

He's taking my Dad away.

"Hey!" Glenn shouts, banging against the wall. "Hey, what are you doing to them?!"

"Shut up! Let's move!"

I should get up. I should help Dad. But I can't make myself do it. I'm stuck somewhere inside myself, unable to pull the strings. All I do is cower deeper into myself, hugging my knees so tightly I think I might implode. I can't move. Don't move. The Governor might come back. I don't want him to come back. Terrified, I watch Dad stumble across the room, his pleas desperate, panicked, useless.

Then the door is slamming shut and I'm all alone.

"They's gonna cut his throat open," I frantically whisper to myself. "They's gonna cut his throat open."

Why didn't I move?

"Harley?" Glenn calls out.

"They's gonna cut his throat open."

"Harley?" He tries again, his tone softening. "Harley, listen to me. It-It's alright. I'm— I'm here, okay?"

"No, you ain't!" I shout at the wall. I'm alone. I'm all alone in here. "You ain't here, Glenn!"

"I am," He insists. "It's just an inch or two of concrete, and then I'm right here. Please calm down. It's gonna be okay."

"I want my Dad!"

"Take a deep breath. I'm gonna do it with you, okay? Ready?"

Kicking my feet against the floor, I shriek, "I want my Dad!"

"Harley?"

"I want my Dad!"

"You motherfuckers!" He suddenly turns his attention away from me, shouting out at the guards in pure anger, voice cracking. "This is inhumane! You've got a little girl in here — She can't take this! She can't! Don't you have a conscience?!"

"This is the safest place for her right now," A guard argues back. "You'd do best to shut up."

"The safes—? Are you kidding me? Where the Hell is her family?"

I swear I hear him snicker. "They're kinda busy right now, but you can check back in on 'em later."

"What does that mean?"

"Governor's gonna make 'em fight," He sounds pleased to admit. "Give the people a show. Make an example outta them."

Example? A show?

I don't know what that means. What does that mean? Is giving people a show worse than gettin' yer throat cut? Are they gonna die?

"What?" Glenn exclaims in confusion. "How is he getting away with all of this?"

"You'd be amazed, the shit people get used to when they're promised a home. Every time you think the line's been crossed—..."

"Do they know he kissed a little girl? Do they know that?"

He says nothin'.

"Daryl's daughter," Glenn pleads with him. "Merle's niece. You can't do this to them. You can't do this to her."

"I'm just a guard, buddy."

"Fuc— Come on!" I hear him hit the wall in a burst of outrage. "You know this is wrong. You know it!"

"This is the cost of safety," The guard scolds him. "We got a system here. I'm prepared to uphold it, and if that's wrong, so be it. Y'all ain't the only people in the world with kids and family to protect, alright? Don't act like you're above us. We all sin."

"We don't take children hostage," Glenn retorts hotly. "We don't make people fight like dogs."

Nothin', again.

"Please," He continues, "Just let him take his daughter home. We've all paid the price, okay? You got your hits in. It's over."

We wait a long time for the guard to answer.

"Please. Hello?"

This is it. This guard don't care. He's gonna let us all die in here because a paradise is still paradise if it's paid for in blood.

"Please, just think about this. Please."

It ain't no use.

"Are you ther—?"

BANG!

I flinch.

A gunshot. That was a gunshot. My own squeal of fright is the last thing I hear before my heartbeat takes over my ear drums, and I'm burying my face in between my knees, rocking back and forth, back and forth, huffing and puffing, praying, No. Don't shoot me. I did what you asked. There's shouting and thudding in the corridor outside, as if a violent stampede is tearing through the walls.

I don't know what's going on out there. Is it more angry guards? Is it the Governor? Is it him?

"Harley!" I hear Glenn's voice very faintly, but behind it all, I know it's a guttural scream. "Harley! Are you okay?"

Don't shoot me, I keep thinking, making myself into a hard shell where nothin' can get me. I did what you asked.

"Hey! Hey, what's going on?!"

More thudding. Doors being kicked in. It's the Governor. He's coming. He's gonna kill me. I'll have to explain to him that— Well, I did wanna kiss him, because it meant he wouldn't shoot me, but I ain't meant nothin' by it. I just didn't wanna die.

I swear years go by before the shooting stops, leaving nothin' but a sharp ringin' in its wake.

"Sh— She's in here—"

The door to the room busts open, punctuating the silence with a, THUD.

He's here.

"I did what you asked," I tell him before he can shoot me in the head, I did what you asked, but what I don't realize is that it's not the Governor at all. Glenn spills into the room first. He clutches at his abused thigh as he limps, half hopping, over to my corner of the room before he falls at my side, which is when I notice Rick, Maggie, and Oscar behind him. It's them. They made it, I think, gawking up at their rifles and blood-stained clothes. I want to be relieved, but the Governor could still be near. He's here. "I did what you asked."

"Is she hurt?" Rick asks Glenn, crouching down and reaching out to touch me. "Honey, can you walk—?"

His fingers are claws descending on me, my body shrinking in on itself on instinct. I cry, "Don't!"

"Woah, okay," He placates, flinching away from me. He glances at Glenn for answers, but his expression betrays nothing but a sad wince. Somethin' bad happened down here. To all of us. This is the part of the fairytale where the knights rescue the hostages, except the air smells of gunpowder and my whole body hurts. Looking back at me, Rick soothes, "Okay. Okay. It's okay, Harley."

Glenn's dishevelled, sweaty hair and gaunt cheeks do nothin' but make me wonder just how long we've been down here for. A day? Two? A week? Watery blood dribbles down his bare chest as he pants, tired just from taking a few steps. He looks sick.

"Where's Daryl?" Maggie asks him urgently. Now ain't the time for lickin' wounds. "He's not down here?"

"I did what you asked," I whisper to nobody, maybe Rick, maybe Glenn. "I did what you asked."

"They say where?"

"They took him away," Glenn explains to her as Rick sends me a troubled look.

"I— I don't know."

"Those gunshots weren't silent, people," Oscar anxiously reminds everybody. "We got, like, two minutes tops to jump ship."

"Yeah. We gotta move," Maggie agrees. "Glenn, how bad are ya hurt?"

"I—I can walk," He stammers as she hooks her arm around his waist, holding him up. "I'll be fine."

"And her?"

"I don't think they hurt her," He shakes his head. "But Daryl said she hasn't moved for the last few hours."

"Screw it," Rick says under his breath and swings his rifle onto his back, readying himself. "I'm gonna have to carry her."

There's only half a moment for me to react. I can barely shoot my arms out to swat him away before his hands are under my armpits and I'm being lifted onto his chest, my attacks useless. He looks around at everybody, his eyes lingering on Glenn.

"Alright," He nods, "Let's get outta here."

End Notes.

Our knights in shining armour have arrived! 😌

I was thinking two things while writing this chapter — First, I feel so bad for Harley, Daryl, and Glenn. Sorry, guys. And second? Hooooo, the revenge is gonna be sweet!!

Wasn't sure how to incorporate the flashback considering we're in first person perspective, so I decided to make it a sort of dream sequence, but everything that happened in it was real. Also wanted a break in the monotony of y'know… being locked up and tortured in a basement.

I'm excited to escape Woodbury and move into the next phase of the story. Merle's my next target. I like the action as much as anybody else, but it's the drama I live for!

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, guys! 😊

@poetoflawed

[spotofimagines]

100 random writing prompts

A collection of prompts in all genres - feel free to send one or many in a request! (Check the bio to see what is open)

“Your words are moving, but I am not.”

“I came for the kid not you.”

“One more and I'm making you walk home.”

“This would look so hot on you. And off of you.”

“It's okay babe, I hate him too.”

"You know I stayed for you, and frankly, I don't regret it one bit."

“All of you are to blame for this, but I can't say I'm surprised.”

“Your thighs are so comfortable.”

“Are you sure? How many times have we gone to the emergency room because you were peeling potatoes too fast?” “Only twice...”

“It's not that precious!” “I'd like to back you up, but it does sound precious.”

“I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.” (I love you)

“We all know you can't admit your feelings for them, so that's why we're going to get you through this. I have plans.”

“What I don't need is to be involved with your antics.”

“I can't let you get hurt. Who would challenge me then?”

“I'm here. You said it was important, so I'm here. I don't want to be though.”

“Your eyebrows are going to fly off your head if you raise them any higher at me.”

“Oh, you can do it, for sure. I just don't think you should.”

“I knew you wouldn't listen but I figured I'd say it anyway.”

“If it's not a compliment, I don't care.”

“Trust me, I'm an expert.” “You couldn't be more wrong but okay.”

“It could or it couldn't. We're trusting that it won't.”

“Why would you want to ‘fuck life’? The only thing you should be fucking is me.”

“We both know how this is going to go down.”

“I can practically feel your face on my fists already.”

“I wish I loved you less.”

"Are you laughing at me?" "Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?"

"Wipe that smile off your face before I do it for you."

“I was expecting disappointment. Prepared myself for it, really.”

“So, a little birdy tells me I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“There are times where I want to punch you and there are times where I want to hold you. It's an ongoing struggle.”

“Of course I'm excited that you are pregnant, your boobs are going to get so much bigger!”

“I can't believe my dad saw us having sex. He didn't make it to one of my piano recitals, but this he sees.”

“If and when you get lost, come back to me, okay?”

“You're over me? … When were you, under me?”

“I want to be alone... alone with you, does that make sense?”

“You're my best friend, but they're my little brother/sister. You know who's side I'll take.”

“How dare I? How dare you!”

“I didn’t know I needed a reason for that.”

“This has to be the slowest car chase I've ever taken part in.”

“He passed out an hour ago and he's too heavy to move.”

“Where are you going in that outfit?” “How about when I come back, I take it off for you.”

“I don't know where most of her is, but her tongue is in [fill in]'s mouth.”

“It's nice that at least one of you knows how to show your appreciation.”

“I'm not saying you were right, because I'd hate to even imply that, but yes, I guess you were.”

“Why do you love me when you know I can’t love you back?”

“You look like you aren't paying attention to me.” “You would be right.”

“Oh my god, a woman flirting with a single man? We must alert the church elders!”

“I like him a lot. He's real funny.” “If he's funny, LAUGH!”

“That was so mean. I love it. Let's do it again!”

“It's like you don't believe me when I say I can get us out of this. Have some faith, will you?”

“So close to saying something you'd regret, weren't you?”

“I just thought you guys were doing it, I didn't know you were in love!”

“My favourite part of this is the backhanded compliments.”

“You're seriously proposing? Now?”

“Sleeping next to you was the best sleep I've gotten in years.”

“It's cold and I don't want to be lonely.”

“That's the dogs' peanut butter, ask them, I don't eat that.”

“You look hot as hell in my shirt babe.”

“I love you but some peace and quiet would be wonderful.”

“I didn't want to fall in love, not at all. But at some point you smiled and, holy shit, I blew it.”

“I'm tired of talking to the back of your head at night.”

“Staying the night. Baby, you should be bringing a suitcase.”

“Is it my imagination or is [fill in]'s makeup on your chin?”

“Me? Overreacting?”

“You sound really pretty today.”

“Can't sleep?” “How could you tell?” “You're awake.”

“I'm so sorry we never loved each other at the same time.”

“I love my sleep and you're cutting into my precious minutes of it.”

“You look good too. Did you get a haircut?” “Yeah. Well, I got like 30 of them.”

“Good wow or bad wow?” “I'm not sure yet.”

“Get that disgusted look off your face and hold my hand.”

“You don't have to say sorry, and you don't have to thank me either.”

“I’m done waiting for you.”

“Open up a window and let some of the wrong out.”

“Go to hell.” “Where do you think I came from?”

“Well, I hope you're happy!” “Aw I hope you're happy too, babe.”

“You gaze lovingly at me when I'm not looking?” … “How am I supposed to know! I'm not looking!”

“I told myself I wouldn't cry but I can’t help it.”

“I wouldn't call it good...” “Oh absolutely not. This is the furthest thing from good I've experienced today.”

“I didn’t like the way they looked at you, that’s all.”

“I may seem scared right now, but deep down, really, I’m terrified.”

“How could you marry him?”

“It’s nothing a little tape can’t fix … I hope.”

“All these battle scars and not one on this pretty face.”

“We're not going to die.” “We're not going to die? It bloody feels like we're going to die!”

“I'm not afraid, just not wildly keen...”

“I'm going to be the first thing you think of in the morning, and the last thing you do at night.”

“You don’t remember what you said, do you?”

“Before you blame me for everything, I should remind you that you willingly came with me. No force at all.”

“All the love in the world is nothing compared to how I feel about being able to sleep in.”

“Enjoying the view?” “I would if you weren't in the way…”

“I have to go.” “No, you have to stay here with me.”

“Is this really what we’re doing? Is this all we are now?”

“Come here.” “Why?” “Just come here.” “No, you're going to hit me.”

“You've just been inside of me, you can touch my leg if you want.”

“Now you can relax.”

“Either help me or go.” “Fine I'll go.” “Okay but before you go could you help me first.”

“What did we do?” “Well, first you-“ “I know what we did but what do we do now?!”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“It didn’t feel like pretending to me.”

[gingersnapwolves]

'tis the season for family bullshit

I swear to God, my family has ruined my ability to assess what is and is not normal. I have no idea whether or not my frustration is warranted so I'm going to turn to you, my lovely tumblr friends, to help me the fuck out.

For a little light reading, there's Last year's Thanksgiving debacle, plus epilogue, but all you really need to know is that there's a LONG historical precedent of my family ignoring the dietary needs of my wife and my sister and last year there was drama about it

I started this year off on the right foot by saying fuck the holiday itself, we are going to my MIL's. She had back surgery two months ago and although she's up and around, she's not up to cooking a Thanksgiving dinner so my wife and I are going over to cook for her. I told my family I'd be free Friday to make plans with them and they were welcome to come up to my place, which was met with some hemming and hawing and no real plans being made.

Relevant: recently, my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, and although it's mild so far it is definitely noticeable

This is the email I just sent my father, brother, and SIL:

"Hi there, when I talked to mom yesterday, several times she talked about coming up to visit and reminding me that Dad couldn't drive after dark. I explained that there weren't any plans of that variety but sort of took that as maybe she had a subconscious desire to come up here? So I mentioned that I had offered to have everyone come up the day after Thanksgiving, in which case driving after dark wouldn't be an issue since presumably [brother] or [SIL] could drive. But I also told her that we hadn't made any firm plans and I didn't know what we were doing on that day yet. We are certainly happy to have you guys come up here if that's what you would like to do. I don't know if Mom actually wants to come up or if she was just confused about plans in general."

My brother's response: "Rex [the insane dog from this post] and Comet [the new dog they got a few months ago despite already having one poorly behaved dog] have daycare that day, so we could come up, but some subset of us would need to leave no later than 4pm to get Comet (pickup by 5pm). It would probably work best if I just brought mom and dad and the kids up and [SIL] stayed here.

Or, you could come down, since the dogs will be in daycare, it wouldn't be a problem to bring Yanli [our dog, who is generally well behaved but does not like their dog]. You would just have to leave before we got back with them, around 5:15 [because as per previous post, I refuse to go near their insane dog]."

To which SIL added: "Would you have [aunt] and all the kids too? I'm fine with hosting if we need lots of room to kick kids to other areas of the house:-) If you want to host, we can do that too. As [me] said, we haven't made any solid plans."

For one thing, I don't know why my aunt is involved and the reference to 'all the kids' makes me think my cousin is visiting and ... nobody bothered to tell me? Which, sure, fine. I really just want to reply with "look, if you don't want to come up here, just tell me that" but I genuinely don't know if that's warranted. They never actually invite me, they just assume I'm going to show up, so maybe they don't know how invitations work. I literally can't parse whether their response is rude or if I'm just reading too much into it. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this response and I'm afraid to reply to it and make things worse and I just ((((((OTL

[primeministerofantarctica]

A3! reading club: act one (chapter 1-6)

(cw: talking about parental neglect and abuse, orientalism, one mention of suicide)

Hey, ten out of twelve isn't bad, all things considered! This very well could have gone down in October. Also, since it's February (March if you wanna be generous), does that mean everyone in Harugumi's slightly younger than their Year One ages now? Ack, timelines are confusing.

Izumi casually talking about how Yukio neglected her and following it up with "well, it was probably because he loved this theater so much!" is. Oh, girl. No wonder she snapped when Sakyo suggested he'd abandoned Mankai, because if he hadn't loved it, then why did she have to go through with that?

I'm not versed enough in Japanese particles but I recognize "daijoubu" and Tsuzuru watching this trainwreck unfold and saying something along the lines of "are you guys, like, okay?" is extremely funny.

Then we get to Sakuya and Masumi's family situations, which. From a meta perspective, it makes sense to want to give your minor protagonists the freedom that having parents limits. That's why the trope of "young protagonist in kid's spec fic media is conveniently an orphan" is so common. (was? I think it's becoming less common now.) The problem lies in the lack of willingness to follow through with the emotional conflict it creates, or resolve said conflict in a satisfying manner. Sure, I'm assuming they weren't starved or physically abused, but being treated like a burden when you're a child is still fucking traumatizing! Basically I think Izumi Sakuya and Masumi should start a union. And I'm glad later chapters go the reasonably more toned-down route of "my parents have a reasonable amount of trust in me to make these kinds of decisions".

Also, can we talk about Sakuya and Masumi, because they're one of my favorite brotps here. The way Sakuya appoints himself as Masumi's surrogate big brother? He's so eager to potentially share a room with him ;-;. (personally I hc that Ms. Sakuma was expecting another child before the accident or whatever killed them, so Sakuya's been a big brother without a younger sibling all this time </3)

Wow, that doesn't sound like a metaphor for anything! You're right, Izumi, why would you go the easy route of taking something prepackaged and guaranteed when a bunch of wildly different spices can create a delicious meal if you know how to utilize them right?

Am I grasping at straws here. Probably.

The little ka-ching sound effect is adorable.

Tsuzuru, I'd think "antagonist" should be near the top of the list...also, there's plenty of plays that have been pulled off with two or three actors. Just put on "night, Mother" or something. (Joking. Don't look up night, Mother if you're sensitive to themes of suicide.)

"Tsuzuru, you picked this troupe because it had a dorm, right? ...Then maybe our best bet is to focus on more people in your shoes."

"People in my shoes? In other words...."

"The homeless?"

I CAN'T ASJHGSKSDSK

he's literally doing the 😔 face i'm on the floor.

HE'S HERE! Funny how Izumi's right about Citron not being a regular tourist right off the bat. He may not be from another troupe, but he's definitely "in character" right now.

Also, oof. Citron's my second fave in Harugumi after Sakuya, but it's glaringly obvious how much of his character is rooted in orientalism. Sure, maybe it's an act, but why is he talking about how "shameful" showing skin is when his top is (conveniently for us) THAT low-cut.

On another note, I know people have pointed out his distaste for pig's feet as evidence for headcanoning him as Muslim, but I haven't seen anyone point out how he calls Veludo Way a "mecca" of theatre. Like yeah, mecca can just mean hub, but...why didn't they just say hub? Words Have Connotations. I'm not saying this coding is good or bad, it's just a neutral observation.

AND HERE'S THIS BASTARD (affectionate)

Oh, Kasumi! (insert pointing reaction pic bc I've run out of photo space.) It's Kasumi, guys! :D

[leyleythecannibal]

Punishment [Coffin Of Andy And LeyLey fanfic]

Contents: Sex, Incest, Cannibalism, Kidnapping, Starvation, Torture, Gore, Rape, Murder, Necrophilia

*Julia wakes up naked in a freezing cold room with a gag in her mouth and rope around her wrists and ankles. She looks around in the dark room and all she can see is a vent that's blowing cold air right at her, and a green bunny plushie. She recognizes it and tries calling out the the owner of it to no avail. It is only then she realizes her starvation and looks down on her bodys awful state. She's lost so much weight that her ribcage is entirely visible. As she's thinking about that, the door opens, Julia can't see the people in the doorway, only their blurry silhouettes*

?: Oh, it seems she's finally awake.

?: About time...

*Julia recognizes Andrew's voice and figures out that the first speaker is his sister. She manages to barely say his name through the gag, but nothing else*

Ashley: Aww, she's so adorable! Good morning, princess~ We're about to have so much fun today! Look at how many toys I got just for you!

*She says as she points to the black bag in Andrew's hand, then walks up and removes Julia's gag*

Julia: Andrew! Andrew, you can't do this! It's... It's me! Andrew!

Andrew: Shut up Julia. Ashley, bring her to the living room. Let's go.

*Julia starts crying and screaming as Ashley picks her up and starts carrying her*

Ashley: Wow, you've gotten really light! Makes my job easier. But damn, you're shivering a lot.

Julia: How long have I been starving for?

Ashley: A month and a half, give or take. And we didn't feed you since we brought you here! You should really thank us, you've finally lost some weight, you fatass.

*Julia passes out and wakes up to the sight of Ashley and Andrew aggresively making out and stripping each other*

Julia: Andrew you... You weren't like this... What happened to you..?

Andrew: You've talked enough. Ashley?

Julia: No! No wait! What are you doing!?

*Ashley grabs her hair and kneels her in front of Andrew. Julia triesto say something bot Andrew wuickly shoves his covk down her throat. Julia gags and gags to no use, Andrew quickly thrusts back and forth into her mouth with Ashley holding her head steady with one hand and touching herself with the other*

Ashley: Though I'm kinda mad that she gets to taste your dick, she deserves to get fucked against her will. And she makes for a really good sight.

Andrew: I agree with you on that one. I'd much rather see you looking at me like that, but this is a good alternative

*Andrew keeps fucking Julia's throat until she runs out of energy to struggle and just silently cries while looking at Andrew's soulless eyes that once looked at her with love and warmth*

Ashley: Andy, I'm bored. Let's get to the real fun stuff

*She stands up, kisses her brother and goes to get the bag. Andrew lifts Julia up, turns her around and starts fucking her pussy. Ashley comes back*

Ashley: Ooh what a sight! She behaving herself, Andy?

Andrew: She is struggling a little to be honest. I think she could use some punishment~

Ashley: Perfect then~

*She takes out a cat o' nine tails from the bag as Julia seed it and starts screaming in fear. Ashley walks up to her, bites lip, and whips Julia's back a few times. Julia's pain filled screams do nothing but make Andrew thrust faster, seemingly turning him on even more*

Andrew: Ahh~ Ashley look at the marks!

Ashley: I guess I'm stronger than I thought. Let's get to the other stuff before she passes out. How are you doing Andy?

Andrew: I still have some time till I cum, but to be honest, I can keep going afterwards, this is a great sight!

*Ashley takes out a knife and walks up to Andrew, holding in against his chest*

Ashley: We can't let her have all the fun now, can we Andy~?

Andrew: Your right, my little LeyLey~

Ashley, even more fueled by what her brother said, makes a big slash on his chest and excitedly hands the knife to him. They make cuts on eachother for a while, their blood pouring on Julia and entering the wounds made by the whip. Julia thinks she's not getting out of this. She closes her eyes and thinks of her family and the happy times she's spent with Andrew, until she get disturbed by a slash under her eye and looks at the wound and blood covered Ashley that's smiling at her*

Ashley: Hey princess~ We had enough fun on our own, it's time you have some too~

Julia: Why... Why are you doing this..?

Ashley: You should have never laid your filthy hands on my Andy... Now you're paying the price...

*Ashley stands up and cuts a piece of flesh out of Julia's back and feeds it to Andrew*

Ashley: How is it sweetie?

Andrew: *Chews and swallows* Delicious! It was a great idea to starve her, you little genius~

*Ashley sticks to his lips and makes out with him, then cuts another piece and eats it herself. Julia's vision becomes blurry and she gets ready to pass out, then Ashley gets in front of her, holding a piece of her*

Ashley: You havent eaten in quite a while, here~

*She quickly shoves the meat in Julia's mouth and makes her swallow if she cuts her up some more and eats her together with Andrew*

Ashley: Looks like she's about to give up, such a shame... *Hands Andrew the knife* Would you like to do the honors, dear~?

Andrew: Sure~ *Takes the knife* Any last words, Julia?

Julia: You two... You psycopa-

*Andrew stabs her heart through the back, cutting her off*

Andrew: God, she's annoying. Ash, could you hold her so I can finish? I'll be quick I promise.

Ashley: Gladly~

*She holds the corpse up while making out with her brother till he finally shoots all he has deep inside the lifeless body of Julia. He pulls out and quickly fingers his sister till she orgasms, squirting all over Julia's body. They slowly walk while making out to go to take a bath together, leaving the corpse on the floor*

[galaxyedging]

Joel Miler x f!reader

WC:2.8k

Warnings: character death, angst, virginal fingering.

Summary: Finally getting back to Joel, you witness events that shake you all to your core.

More of Us Part 6

Masterlist

Coming to, your body checked in with your brain. Head, throbbing. Legs, aching. Hands, pins and needles. Mouth, metallic taste. Blood? No, not copper, something else. As your brain started to be more aware, your surroundings became apparent. Grey walls covered in dirt and mould. The smell of damp, dust and decay. The tiles and fixtures of the small bathroom, damaged and cracked. Broken, just like the rest of the world and the people in it. You were back in their nightmare world.  

When you reached for the towel rail to pull you up, it came off in your hand with a clang. A clang that alerted Joel. His pistol came into view before he did. 

"Joel! It's me." In a panic you tried to shrink away from him. 

"Shit." Tucking his gun away he made his way over to you. "Baby. You're alive. You're here. I…" he blinked tears away as his hands skimmed over you, checking for injuries. "I thought I'd lost you. It's been days."

"I know. I thought I'd never get back to you. I kept moving forward though." Clinging to him, having his arms around you, even with all the insanity of the last few days everything felt right. No matter what universe you were in. In Joel's arms was where you belonged. The notion made you laugh, you barely knew the man but somewhere in your heart you knew it was the truest thing you had ever felt. You knew it with such conviction and clarity that it was actually more terrifying than anything you had been through the last few days. Now, you had something to lose that you valued more than your life. If you died, that was it. There was no pain. If Joel died, that pain would be worse than death. A loss that would leave a wound inside of you that would never heal. 

"I'm so glad you did. Come on, let's go wake Ellie. She's been asking about you nonstop." Giving you one last squeeze, he helped you up from the floor. 

The moment held so much joy and promise and that all changed in the blink of an eye. Joel opened the door then bolted out across the room. Henry stood in front of you, his gun at his side, his eyes wide in terror. The sounds of a struggle, of Ellie struggling, moved you forward. Standing just behind Henry as he moved forward you saw what was going on. The whole scene had you rooted to the spot. Sam. The little boy you'd met a few days ago. The one with bright brown eyes full of concern as you lay on the floor. The one who still hadn't seen enough in the cruel world he lived in to be desensitised to it all. The one who looked afraid for you, a stranger he had just met. That boy. He was attacking Ellie. 

"Shit. He's turnin'!" Joel rooted for his gun.

Henry shot it from his hand before he got a chance to use it. "That's my fucking brother."

As Joel dove for his bag again, Henry raised his gun. Just as you stepped forward to try to protect Joel, Henry fired. This time at his brother. The boy choked on his own blood as Ellie crawled away from him to the safety of Joel's side. There was so much blood. It spread over the floor so quickly. He was only a kid. How was there so much blood? 

"Sam?" Henry took in a ragged breath. "Sam?"

"Henry?" Joel stepped towards the younger man. "Henry. I'm gonna get that gun from you. Okay?"

All the while Henry had been muttering while softly sobbing. It took everything you had not to reach out for him. You couldn't imagine what he was going through. The cruelty of this world held no bounds. To lose his brother twice in mere minutes. He posture folded with the weight of it. It only straighten when Joel moved to take his gun. "It's your fault!"

Joel bowed his head. "It's nobody's fault, Henry."

"It's all your fault!" 

The tension rose in the room, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, electricity zipped underneath your skin. No. Not now. You weren't going anywhere. Unless. Maybe you could take Henry with you so he couldn't hurt Joel? Your whole being felt like it was being split in two, the part of you that wanted to get as far away from here as possible and the part that wanted to stay with Joel. The sound of a gunshot merged the two back together. They both stood just behind Henry's dead body.

There should be so many emotions inside your chest. Fear. Sadness. Regret. Not one made an appearance. There was just a cold void. Looking down you saw your hands shaking. Hands that Ellie was soon grabbing at. "Take us back! Take us to your world. Do it!" Her anger at you soon melted into her sobbing in your arms. The two of you slid down to the floor. Numbly, you tried to soothe her while you watched Joel. 

The deep brown eyes showed so much sorrow looking at the two dead boys in front of him. To Joel, Henry was still a kid himself. Joel didn't blame him for not being able to handle it. Shit, Joel himself had…his eyes landed on you and Ellie, looking even more sorrowful. For a moment, he stood over you. His hand hovered over Ellie's head as if he was going to offer the comfort of his touch. Clenching his fist, he thought better of it. Deciding to offer a different type of comfort he moved to Sam's body. 

From your position on the floor, you watched as Joel lifted the young boy. He cradled him as if Sam had just fallen asleep on the couch and needed to be carried to bed. That's all Joel was doing, just letting the child finally rest. Tears flowed from your eyes, your grip on Ellie tightened as the shock wore off. You could have stopped this, you should have.

 

"Your turn." Ellie nudged your arm. 

After nearly a week of spending most of the day walking, Joel decided you all needed a rest. He'd seen your reluctance but he hadn't addressed it.

Tapping the tiny pencil against your paper, you looked at the word staring back at you. "I really suck at this game. I'm gonna get some air. Maybe that will help me think." With the best smile you could muster, you made your way to the door.

Ellie silently urged Joel to follow you. While he did she looked down at your Boggle sheet. 'Fault' was neatly written at the top of the page. 

"Hey. It's getting cool out here." Joel draped his jacket over your shoulders. 

"Thank you." Tugging it close you revelled in the scent of him for a moment. 

This past week, you'd kept your distance. He'd held you, as he'd escorted you out of that room. The room with their blood still fresh on the floor. Past their fresh graves. He leaned you against a car as Ellie went back to pay her respects. She returned looking just as determined as ever. He gave you a comforting squeeze as he helped you up then that was it. If Ellie can stand on her own two, you could too. The weight of feeling responsible for the loss of Sam and Henry was taking its toll. How long until something happened to one of them that you could have stopped? That thought kept you up at night. Then it branched out, spread like an infection. What if, just by being there, you changed everything? The game was based on a future that someone saw. What if that future was changing more and more with each second you were with Joel and Ellie? What if you caused things to deviate so much that you got one of them killed? Or both of them? What if it was left up to you to keep Ellie safe? What if Ellie dies because of you? It was all too much for you to take.

After a while passed in silence, Joel gently lay his hand on your shoulder. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours? Talk to me."

"I…I need to leave Joel. If I stay I could get you or Ellie killed." Heartbreak laced your tone.

"I could get me or Ellie killed. He'll, chances are Ellie will be the death of me. Whether by running off and getting into trouble or her attitude, I don't know." He leaned on the railings next to you, looking out onto the deserted motel parking lot.

"Joel. I'm not joking!"

"Neither am I."

"The game in my world is one possibility of your future. What if me being here changes that? What if I change what happens and you get hurt?"

Joel cupped your face in both of his hands. Flashes of raw emotion crossed his face before he setted on a smile. "What if you change it for the better?" 

The kiss he pulled you into was all consuming. It pulled you out of everything. Out of your head until all you could think about was Joel.

A dull thud from inside broke you two apart. Ellie's face was in the window. Giving it a hard tug, she slid it open."Sorry. I knocked over a lamp. Anyway I'm going to my bedroom on the opposite side to yours. With me headphones in so I won't be able to hear any…stuff."

"Ellie! There won't be anything to hear." Joel authorities tone was undercut by the blush of his cheeks.

"Do you need one of Bill's magazines to remind you how to…?" Ellie had the good sense to retreat as she made that comment. 

The two of you laughed, when it petered out there was a comfortable silence. Joel had made you feel comfortable since the moment you met him. Tugging the lapels of his jacket, he pulled you in for another kiss. Just a soft, fleeting touch of his lips. 

"Come on. Let's get you inside." 

Joel went around securing the room, some previous occupant had already done a pretty good job. Ellie was already asleep when he came to your room. 

"You alright? Do you need anything?" The room was relatively clean. It felt secure. The mattress on the floor could have been thicker but it was better than the floor. 

"I'm okay. I don't think I need anything." One thing did occur to you. The comfort that Joel brought. "Can you sleep in here?" Joel had planned to sleep on the sofa in the living room. 

The room you were in was at the end of the first floor. Ellie's room was on the outside, the windows were all barricaded. The window of your room was right next to the front door. It would be safe enough for him to sleep in here. More importantly, he wanted to be in here with you. It had been a long time since had let himself want anything.

He let that want reach out for you. He kissed like you were the last good thing in this world. His hands trembled as he he used them to memories your curves. Nothing good lasts in the world. Joel understood your fears about getting him hurt. He carried the same one's about you. Was it him that was keeping you trapped here? He saw the weird energy snapping around you when Henry had his gun pointed at him. He saw you take a breath and it dissipated. It was something he was going to have to face but not right now. Not with you, warm and eager under his touch. Not while cock swelled so quickly at your soft gasps.

"Can I touch you?" His warm breath tickled the hairs on your neck as he kissed up it. 

Your breathless reply of "God, yes." pulled a chuckle from him. 

His wide palm slid down across your stomach until his fingers smoothed across your pubic hair. Suddenly, thoughts of your personal grooming invaded your head. It's been a while since I neatened up. The man lives in the apocalypse. I'm sure he's seen worse on other women. I wonder how many? Will I compare…ooh. 

Joel's finger tips parted your folds. They found the slick gathered at your entrance before spreading it around. He lightly traced your lips to warm you up, before seeking out your clit. Softly circling it until he was satisfied, he dipped his fingers lower, finding you open for him. Two thick fingers searched for your sweet spot as his thumb swiped your clit. There was nothing else you could think of in the world. No one had ever touched you like this. It was perfect. He was perfect.

Your shoulders lift off the thin mattress as your orgasm rolls through you. Turning your body towards the source of your pleasure, you covered your mouth with Joel's broad shoulder to muffle the sounds. When he didn't stop his movements, making every delicious feeling even more intense you bit down on the soft flannel of his shirt. The europhia caused you to giggle uncontrollably.

"Better?" Joel asked, kissing your temple. Easing his hand out from between your legs, he did your jeans back up. Then he pulled you closer. Close enough for you to feel him heavy against your thigh. 

"Much. Do you want me to…?" Your fingers traced the outline of him straining against his denim while stifling a yawn.

"Not tonight. You just sleep." 

[ariestrxsh]

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⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, degradation, humiliation, mean!matt, brattamer!matt, roughdom!matt, mentions of masturbation, enemies to lovers (but without the fluff)

✍️ Summary: ✍️ Your best friends, Nick and Chris, offer to let you come over to use their water while yours is out at your place. The only problem is you and their brother Matt have always absolutely despised each other, and because both Nick and Chris are gone for the night, you're stuck with Matt all alone.

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hatef--k part one

"Thank you so much for letting me run a load of laundry and shower over here, you guys. You're seriously lifesavers," I told Nick and Chris, emptying my mess of gym and work clothes into the washing machine.

"Of course. Any idea how long your water's gonna be out?" Nick asked me. "No, I wish. They said anywhere from a few hours to a few days" I groaned.

"Well, like I said earlier, anything you need, we got you. Even if you need to stay here until it's back on, you're welcome to," Chris said, packing up his bag to go over to Nate's place for the night.

"That's really sweet of you, Chris. I might take you up on that if it's not back on by the end of the day," I replied. "Yeah, Chris and I won't even be sleeping here tonight, so you can stay in either of our rooms," Nick mentioned.

"Ew, what is she doing here?" Matt said, entering the room, gesturing at me. "Dude, c'mon, her water's out, and she needs a place to stay for a bit," Chris snapped at Matt.

I got along great with Chris and Nick, but Matt and I weren't very fond of each other. I thought he was cocky, disgusting, and rude, and he thought I was bitchy, shallow, and a whore, and it seemed like we couldn't exist in the same space with one another without being at each other's throats. But we often had to be in each other's space because of our mutual love of Nick and Chris.

"Please tell me you're also staying the night somewhere else," I said, rolling my eyes at Matt. "Why? 'Cause you wanna sleep in my bed?" He asked, smiling at me. "Not in a million years," I shot back. "Nope, not going anywhere tonight," he smirked. "Staying right here so I can annoy you as much as you annoy me."

"Oh my god, you guys, don't kill each other while we're gone. My uber is here," Nick said, putting on his sunglasses and strutting out the front door. "Yeah, seriously. Just please pretend you get along for once," Chris begged right before following Nick out.

I scoffed at Matt and walked over to the couch in the living room and started flipping through channels on their TV. "Um, what is your TV broken too?" Matt gave me attitude, grabbing the remote from me. "C'mon Matt. I can't leave at least until my laundry's done, and I need something to do while I wait to move it along," I whined back, reaching for the remote.

"Okay, cool. So you don't mind watching the game with me then?" Matt asked, turning on some sports channel. "Oh my god, so fucking boring. I just wanted to watch The Bachelorette," I groaned at him. "Yeah? Well that sucks. Who wants to watch some pathetic guys all drool over the same girl?" Matt rolled his eyes at me. "I do!" I yelled, making a last desperate attempt to snatch back the remote.

"Yeah, I bet you like that show because you're a little slut, and you're always juggling a bunch of dudes," Matt sneered. "Hey! That's really mean," I said in a genuinely hurt tone. "Not my fault that it's true," Matt responded harshly.

Sometimes, when Matt would say things like that to me, which was fairly often, it would make me feel a certain type of way that was hard to pinpoint. I was authentically disgusted and got my feelings hurt, but sometimes I'd feel a sensation of yearning in my core, and I didn't fully understand it. It was similar to being turned on, but it was accompanied by all these gross feelings of humiliation and anger, so I tried not to look into it much.

"You know, I just haven't found anyone worth committing to. Doesn't make me a whore," I defensively responded. "Whatever. Why do you care what I think? Is it cause you want me?" Matt smirked. "Absolutley not," I answered, following it up with a gagging sound.

"Yeah, is that how you'd sound, choking on me?" Matt laughed. "Ew, you're sick!" I shouted, storming out of the room. I decided to take a nice, long, hot, everything shower to cleanse myself of Matt's deranged behavior and how sick he made me feel.

I had everything I needed with me already - my razor, my body wash, my shampoo and conditioner, my entire skin care bag, and a towel, along with a change of clothes. I was still in what I'd worn to the gym earlier, and it was nice to finally shed off all my layers and feel the hot water hitting the back of my head and running down the rest of my body.

While I was shaving my legs, I thought I heard someone rustling around in the bathroom with me. "Matt?" I asked. "Chill, I'm just grabbing something. I'll be out of here in a minute," he said. "Fuck you, Matt. Whatever it is, it can wait. I'm in the middle of something here," I complained.

"What? Are you touching yourself?" Matt snickered at me. "Ew gross! I could never do that while I'm in the same house as you. Just get the fuck out. I'm trying to enjoy my shower," I felt myself growing red. I did feel a bit of wetness between my legs as I went to clean myself, but I certainly couldn't do anything about it now. I wouldn't let Matt be right about anything if I could help it.

After shaving and scrubbing just about every inch of myself, I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. I went to reach for my towel and realized it was missing. And so were my clothes? "Matt!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, rifling through the different cabinets and shelves in the bathroom. The fucking pervert took anything I had to cover myself with when he was in here.

"You fucking asshole! Bring me my towel and my clothes!" I shouted out the bathroom door. "You didn't bring clothes or a towel into the bathroom with you? God, you really are a little slut!" Matt yelled back from a few rooms away.

"Not funny, Matt. C'mon. There's nothing for me to dry off with in here!" I yelled. "Well, I guess you're gonna have to come in here and get your towel," Matt responded. "Can you bring it to me?"

"Nope, sorry. In the middle of a game." "I'm not gonna wait 'til you're done with your game. Bring me my towel, jackass!" "That's no way to talk to someone who has the power to either bring you or not bring you your towel. You can always come in here and get it," Matt taunted me.

Fuck. "Fine, I'll wait here patiently 'til your game is over. Just please bring me my towel soon."

A few minutes later, I heard Matt's voice outside the bathroom door. I cracked it open and peered out at him. He was standing about six feet away from me, holding my folded towel. "Here you go," he smiled smugly at me, barely making an attempt to entend his arm. "My arms aren't that long, Matt. Please bring it to me," I reached my hand out, hiding my naked body behind the door. "No, you can meet me halfway," Matt teased.

I found myself getting so undeniably wet at this. I couldn't understand it. How was it that Matt, who was clearly very disturbed and also a fucking asshole, had me sexually excited over the fact that he was trying to humiliate me and see me naked.

"Fuck you, Matt," I said coming out from behind the door and trying to snatch the towel from him. He held it up in the air out of my reach. "You're such a dick, you know that? What? Is this what you wanted to see?" I said, giving up on getting the towel back and gesturing towards my body.

Matt couldn't help but to glance up and down my body and nibbled on his lip as he tried his hardest to contain his grin. "Why the fuck would I wanna see that? You're the one basically throwing yourself at me," Matt handed me my towel, winked at me, and walked away.

"Where did you put my clothes, Matt?" I said, wrapping my towel around me. "What clothes?" He rolled his eyes at me. "Not fucking funny. The only clothes that I have that are clean right now. Give them to me," I demanded. "No, I think you look better in that towel," he smiled at me.

"Perv," I called him. "I might be a perv, but you like it," he responded. "No, I don't," I quickly answered. "There's only one way for me to find out," Matt looked at me with a dark look in his eyes. "I bet you're wet right now, because you're a little whore, and you love being teased and showing off your body."

"I am not!" I argued back. "Let's make this interesting. Prove it to me, and if you're telling the truth and you're not wet, I'll do whatever you want," Matt said, "and if I'm right and you are wet down there, then you have to let me eat you out."

"Oh my god you're so gross, Matt," I pushed him back gently. "What do you want if you win our little game?" Matt replied. "You have to be nice to me for a month," I stated, "and you have to give me my clothes you took and finish the rest of my laundry while I go home and enjoy the rest of my night alone."

"Okay, deal," Matt said, reaching for the bottom of my towel and slowly pushing it up. I wasn't a religious person, but in that moment, I prayed that I wasn't wet enough for Matt to be able to tell. I bit my lip and held back a moan as he brushed his finger between my folds.

"Wow, naughty girl. You are wet," Matt observed. "Fuck you, Matt," I answered, my face reddening. "I knew you were touching yourself in the shower," he whispered back, continuing to run his fingers over my wetness. "No, I swear, I really wasn't," I responded, slowly losing my focus as Matt played with me.

"You mean, you got this wet and you didn't even touch yourself? You really are turned on, you dirty little whore," Matt growled back to me. "I hate it when you call me that," I moaned.

"You hate it? Your wet pussy is telling me otherwise," Matt teased me. "Sorry, correction, I fucking hate you," I lashed out. "I think you fucking love to hate me," Matt said, tilting my chin up with his finger. I pushed him again. I watched as something in his demeanor changed, the way his features darkened and became more serious.

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder while my towel barely clung to my body. I protested and started hitting his back as he carried me into his room, but I secretly couldn't wait for him to have his way with me.

part two posted here 💖

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 27 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Skye lay on his back on the deck, saying 'no' and eventually just shaking his head with every place name Perry read out from one of the maps in the book full of maps that he had.

Skye kept expecting Perry to get frustrated with him for not being more helpful but he just kept going.

Skye shook his head to the latest thing Perry had read out and then hesitated as he realised it had nagged at his memory a little.

"Say that one again."

"Ridgeview High School?" Perry repeated.

"Oh," Skye said. "Maybe. Is there a school for little kids nearby?"

"There's one called Crestwood."

"Yes," Skye said. "I think that's it. I think that's where we were. I only went to school once but sometimes they'd talk about the schools and those were the names."

"That's on this side," Perry said. "The side we met."

"Oh," Skye said. "I went the wrong way. Maybe the friends of mine who weren't already dead could have found me if I'd gone the other way, but now they're all dead anyway."

"I'm sorry," Perry said. "I've lost friends, though not to death. It can hurt just as much as losing a member of your family."

"My friend who died on the mountain, his mum was where we were going. His Werewolf mum. If there are Werewolves who live there now like Slone, maybe...?"

"Are you wondering if she might have had other kids?"

Skye shrugged.

"I don't know if it even matters but..."

Perry nodded.

"Wait here."

Skye shut his eyes and stretched out in the sunshine.

He could do waiting. Maybe he would take a nap.

Skye had just drifted off when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

He yawned and cracked his eyes open, then sat up when Perry held out a plate of fish to him.

Slone was there too but Skye had eyes only for the fish.

"Thought you might be hungry," Perry said.

Slone sat down cross-legged on the deck.

"Perry said you were wondering if maybe someone you used to know has some relatives knocking about that I might know?"

Skye nodded as he chewed a mouthful of fish.

"Nim's mum but I don't know her name."

"Huh," Slone said. "D'you know what kind of wolf Nim was?"

"Um... black," Skye said. "Is that a type?"

"Yeah, sure," Slone said. "Well... hmm. My brother and his mum, they're both black wolves. I don't want to go running my mouth about things I might not know about but I can talk to them for you and see what they say."

"It probably doesn't even matter," Skye said. "I never even met Nim's mum and if she had more kids, they wouldn't have met him anyway. It doesn't really matter just because they're related to him. I don't even like my own relatives."

"Might not," Slone agreed. "But I reckon I'll look into it anyway because sometimes things matter more than they seem like they would."

Skye didn't know what that meant but he wanted to use his mouth for eating fish instead of talking, so he just nodded.

At least the fish was delicious.

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Hamish lay on a bottom bunk in the berth, Aris held against his chest.

As babies went, she didn't cry much but she did like to be held.

Every part of her was so terrifyingly delicate, from her little hands and feet to the knubby little chicken wings on her back.

He had been feeding her with the formula Sera had brought him as often as she would take the bottle in the hopes that she would grow enough to be just slightly less fragile.

He heard someone enter the room and looked up to see Duran.

Duran offered him a smile and sat down on the floor next to the bed.

"How is she doing?"

"She seems content, so I guess she's good," Hamish said. "I'm going to be honest, when I picked up that egg, I was expecting a weird ostrich. Maybe even a cool dragon. Not a person. I always thought that accidentally becoming a father was one thing I'd never have to worry about."

"She is very cute, though."

"Yeah, that's how they get you. Sneaky little fucks."

"Well, whatever else happens, you did the right thing. You put her on a path that gave her the opportunity to hatch."

"You're right. I'm not going to start regretting that. I don't know if I'm the best person to raise her but I do know I'm going to make sure she's safe no matter what. Nobody's going to hurt my little plucked chicken baby."

"The wings do look rather unfortunate. I'm sure they'll be much more magnificent when her feathers come in."

"Honestly, I've seen weirder things since I agreed to let a cat teleport me away from my master. Looks don't seem to matter nearly as much on this side of the border, though."

"Oh yeah? There are still quite a few people who care that I'm human. I don't blame them but still."

"Well, then at least her chicken nubbins will prove she's not an icky human."

"True. I guess I could just ask Skye what she looked like as an adult, since apparently this little chicken nubbin is also some kind of immortal being but I'm not really that bothered. I'll love her just as much no matter what."

Duran leant his head to the side so that it rested against Hamish's shoulder.

"Good. I don't think anything matters as much as that. Just being loved and wanted. I never had that."

"Well, you do now, okay? I know that doesn't make up for not having your parents in your life but maybe it's something."

"Yeah," Duran said. "It's something."

[irislabslive]

The End.

February 28th, 2022. I feel as if a chapter is ending. I just started the new one. I spent three days doing the things I used to do. I fucked up my shoulder in the pit in a basement in New Paltz on Friday night. I screamed and pushed and kicked and didn't cry.

I woke up Saturday sore, but ready to do it all again. I keep opening Instagram to a combination of anger and love. It hurts seeing what you should be doing if last summer went differently. But it happened and it sucked and even the good moments weren't worth it.

I drove by the rest area my first real boyfriend dumped me over Twitter DM at when I was 18. I don't encounter this area often but when I do, it's like that 18-year-old girl is still there stuck in her shock. Stuck in her pain. You only get that kind of love when you're young and stupid. I'll admit, I miss it sometimes, it was like something out of a movie. But love isn't a movie.

In 7 days it will be my 24th birthday. I am terrified. My 23rd birthday was the most bittersweet day of the year. Bittersweet isn't the right word though. Painful is.

It feels like I'm still in that day sometimes, I woke up early like I always do on my birthday. I had planned to see my Nanny, my aunt, and my dad during the day. I didn't see my dad but that was okay. I woke up to no birthday texts from my aunt or my dad. That's when I knew something was wrong.

I went to my Aunt's house to my Uncle being the only one there. He told me my Nanny was dying. I'm in shock. I'm still in shock. I want to see her and talk to her and hug her so bad. I want her to kiss my cheek and ask me to take her to get zippers for whatever baby sweater she's crocheting now.

I never had any grandfathers. They were never alive in my life so I only had my two grandmothers. This is kicking me in the stomach. Nanny was 93 years old. I rushed to the nursing home she had been in since September when she had a stroke and my aunt found her sitting on the couch covered in blood with a pool of blood on the floor as well. We'll never know what happened to Nanny that day. She had a stroke. I would visit her every day I wasn't working.

Covid had her nursing room on lockdown for almost a month, maybe it was more I can't remember - I just remember it being horrible.

During my visits, Nanny would have a round of questions she always asked. Are you working? Where are you working? Do you have a boyfriend? Yes. A few places. No. She asked me a few weeks prior the last question and I wanted to tell her about my love story, leaving out all the details that made it seem like I was being manipulated and abused. I'd talk about our first kiss when he took my breath away and how long we've known each other and all the nights on Skype. But that was half a decade ago and what I was getting now was not the same person as all those years ago.

My birthday. Back to my birthday. I had made plans to see him that night. We hadn't seen each other in nearly a year. He booked a hotel room. I was supposed to have a good birthday. But here I was staring at Nanny, tears in my eyes. She didn't look the same as she did a few days earlier.

The week prior she said something to me and my aunt that can only be described as eerie. She saw this face. She kept seeing this face that wasn't there. It felt like a bullet. But today she was barely conscious. I held her hand for a little bit. It hurt. I sat there for a little bit until my aunt asked me to bring her back home to get her car and come back. I remember saying bye to Nanny. I told her that I loved her and walked out with my aunt. It hurt.

I told him what was happening and I just needed that support. I stopped at my mom's house and told my brother. He was taken aback. I went back to my apartment and got on a silly little outfit. I needed to wear something that made me feel good. It was cold that day. I didn't care. I got in my car with all my things and drove. 2 hours. I got to him, got out of my car, and kissed him. I needed to kiss him more than anything. He held me for a moment. I felt okay for a second.

The entire evening we spent together I was terrified of getting the call. He kept me pretty calm. His intentions that day were so much like the first time around. He cared so much. I couldn't sleep much that night but sleeping next to him for the first time was peaceful. I kept tossing and turning and checking my phone every few minutes. Nothing. Silence. The silence was scarier. He woke up at some point and eventually calmed me down and held me til I fell asleep. At least I had this support tonight. Most nights it is just Jasper and I. I wish I could've brought Jasper to see Nanny. She would've loved to get to pet him and give him treats one last time. That's her great-grandkitty.

I woke up the next day. Nothing. Still silence. I was too scared to ask.;

I found out after my aunt and my dad were counting down the minutes to midnight hoping that she wouldn't die on my birthday.

I eventually kissed him goodbye and got in my car and drove home. I was exhausted. I kept trying to force myself to go back to the nursing home. I was too depressed. I fell asleep eventually. Between the physical and emotional pain, I was half alive. I get the call at 5:40pm. When I saw Aunt Eileen pop up on my phone my heart sank. I think I had tears before I answered.

The silence was over. There was an eerie sense of peace. Nanny was okay.

But I wasn't. I cried for hours. My mom called me to check in on me. I was still crying. She took me out to lunch a few hours earlier to try and calm me down. I couldn't be calm. This hurt.

So in one week, it will be one year since my 23rd birthday. It will be my 24th birthday. I am trying to stay positive and trying to make plans so I don't have to be sad on my birthday.

Between the memories of my abusive relationship before it got physical. Between my Nanny dying. Between just hanging on. I'm trying.

But it's as if a cycle ended. I feel so different.

I am not crying over losing him anymore. I actually for the first time, feel a little something for someone else and am excited about the future. There's so much on the horizon. Last month I got a new car and this weekend I gave it a taste of the "old" me that I lost for a little bit. I made friends on my own, I went out, and I started hanging out again. When I drove by his exits on the highway I remembered, but it didn't hurt anymore. He didn't destroy me this time. I am free.

March is going to busy. My year is picking up again, I am getting my shit together still, but it's mostly little things at this point. I am listening to my body. I am trying to find motivation. I am okay. I am free.

I have lots of exciting and scary things coming up but I am doing the damn thing. I feel so free.

[beef-brisket]

((You're doing great lol

I don't know religious stuff either, so Google is my friend for this lol))

Fucking finally. The tour was over. Lucifer almost couldn't stop his sigh of relief. Alastor went over the history of not only the building but the damn village and country side as well. Lucifer couldn't deny that it was actually very interesting, it was just his brain was mush and his coffee ran out hours ago.

Alastor: and this concludes our tour!

Lucifer looked around where they stopped, it was a large entryway lined with holy bibles of... different colour? Ooh! A red one! Lucifer snatched that up while Alastor was walking towards the front desk, next to him was a large set of knight armor- what exactly is this room?

Alastor: do you remember what I told you while we outside, overlooking the west hills?

Oh for fuck sake.

Lucifer: ah... shit- damn- crap- sorry! I uh... y-yes, I remember

Alastor stared at the man, he was definitely... different. But they had an interesting group of people staying and working at the Hazbin, so he guessed this little, pathetic excuse of a priest will be quite at home here. Alastor chuckled, thinking of how Lucifer would look hanging dead in the garden.

Oh thank god, he's laughing, Lucifer didn't screw up too badly then. Some fathers were a stickler for swearing- and Lucifer tried! He really did, he just gets a tad excited sometimes.

Lucifer: that... is the armor of... David?

Alastor: Damian.

Lucifer: Damian, yes. And he... fought forty five-

Alastor: fifty four.

Lucifer: fifty four... dogs?

Alastor: war dogs.

Dogs are dogs you prick. Lucifers scared of both normal dogs and wad dogs, each had teeth they could tear your throat out with.

Lucifer: war dogs- right... this is his actual armor?

Alastor: good Heavens no! I would not allow something that a man was killed in and lied dead in for 25 days to be displayed here! Could you imagine the smell!?

It'll be cleaned first, for fuck- for God's sake. This fucking guy.

Alastor: the original is displayed in a museum in the town. It's very fascinating- if you ever have the spare time, you should go down and have a look. Their lemon slices are to die for!

Lucifer hates lemon. Was this dude just against him? Those slices do sound good... but fuck lemon.

Lucifer: uh thanks, I might do that-

Alastor: opp! Before I go! Do you want to know a little fact about Sir Damian?

No.

Lucifer: I'd love to!

Alastor: there wasn't a war on when he died. It was said that he uncovered something truly horrific within these walls. So it hunted him down- tore at his flesh, broke his bones. Fiendish laughter echoed off every wall in this monastery

Alastor began to walk away, but looked back at Lucifer.

Alastor: some say those weren't war dogs either

Lucifer: what were they?

Alastor chuckled, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a tooth as long as his finger, it was pitch black. Lucifer did no like the energy that came from that tooth. And Lucifer wasn't one for auras or zodiacs but this- he could feel the power- the evil. He gulped.

Alastor: hell hounds. Sent by the Devil himself. These halls are cursed, Brother Lucifer. I don't want to put you off, but many have unfortunately... left us under strange circumstances. Many run out those very doors before a finishing the first week of their stay.

Lucifer looked behind him to a tall, wooden door. He could see the wear in the iron handle, and deforming of the wood as thousands of hands throughout the years have pushed it open.

Alastor: but some... never leave this place alive.

Lucifer looked back to Alastor. Okay, he didn't want to come here enough before, he actually whined to his superior like some child- but after hearing that, he really didn't want to be here. But he needed to do this, he needs to look good in the eyes of the Vatican- if he can get a high enough rank, he wouldn't have to do shit like this.

Just as Alastor was about to take his leave, a scream ripped through the halls. Holy shit, was this guy really trying to scare him with a fake scream?

Alastor: please god, no- Lucifer- with me!

And with that, Alastor took off down the hall. 5pm was NOT the time for cardio- and these damn priest dresses did not help with wind flow.

Finally making it back to the east wing? West wing? Some wing of the monastery, they arrived infront of the doors leading to the garden. There was now a crowed of nuns and a couple of priests, blocking the door.

Alastor: come with me Lucifer- excuse me sisters, let us through

The nuns parted, making a party for them. Lucifer could hear sobbing and crying, maybe this is real?

Walking into the garden, Lucifer gasped, it was definitely real. The body of an older nun was hanging by her neck from the archway- that Adam was sitting under- shit, he hoped he was okay.

Wait, we're those plants around her neck?

Alastor: hold her legs while I cut her down

Alastor climbed up the side of the archway and began to cut at the vines- is that a knife? Where did he get that?

Lucifer had to stand on the bench to get a good drip on the woman. He was a little surprised by the weight of her but he managed to drop her to the ground gracefully.

It took 30 minutes to wrap her up. It took Alastor nearly an hour to disperse the crowd, he offered some calming words but even Lucifer could see no one believed him.

Nun: there's an evil here!

Nun: the Devil himself has cursed this place!

Nun: why won't the church let us leave! We're dying here!

Alastor: sisters, please! I understand the panic but we must keep calm- please! God is with us!

Nun: what if this is the work of God? An earthly punishment for our sins!?

Nun: God's forsaken us! This place is closer to Hell!

Nun: we're breathing in this evil every day! How are we meant to amend our sins if we're living in this place!?

As the final few nuns left, Alastor joined Lucifer next to the body bag. Lucifer hadn't stopped looking around the garend, he was sure he felt a heart beat coursing through some of the dead plants. It was such a strange feeling. It was like the plants were watching, waiting for the two priests to leave them their meal.

Alastor: alright, let's carry her inside, I've called for brother Anthony to fetch us a gurney.

Lucifer and Alastor picked up one side of her each. Unfortunately, Lucifer had the head.

Picking her up was a struggle, like something was tethering her to the earth.

Alastor: you're not going to like this part, you really have to pull her up to break the roots.

Lucifer: roots?

After hearing that, Lucifer bent down s best he could and looked under the nun. Fucking Christ! There were roots coming from the earth, and going into the nuns back! He's never seen anything like this. Alastor was able to kick some roots, breaking them, so Lucifer did the same. Eventually they git her free, and began to walk to the doorway.

Lucifer: what kind of plants are you growing here?!

Alastor: we have daffodils sometimes, the occasional marigold pops up

This guy can't be serious.

Lucifer: uh yeah- I'm not a gardener but I'm pretty sure none of those plants start eating dead people!

Alastor Ha! You're very right. Don't know what type of plants those are. And I've searched this garden, from the lights brick to six feet deep. There's no vines like that. But I have a few ideas.

Lucifer: ideas?

Alastor: the nuns here can be a tad dramatic... but as the years go by you just have to start looking at the facts. There is something evil here- and those weren't vines.

Man, it was like trying to drain a dry washcloth to get any information out of this guy.

Lucifer: "weren't vines", huh? What are they then?

Alastor: veins. The Devils veins. Sucking the lofe and blood out these poor sisters. It feeds on goodness - corrupting it. They say he gets a trill when desecrating the Holy Fathers temples and worshippers. The sweetest nector comes from those closest to the Lord.

Lucifer: right- why would the Devil bother? No offense, but there's are many other places that are 'closer' to Heaven than this place. Why would the Devil pick this place?

Alastor: don't know- but that's not what matters

Lucifer: what does matter, then?

Anthony: Alastor!

A tall blond man pulling a gurney called out to them.

Alastor: that the Devil is here, Lucifer. And he hates us all. Over here, Anthony!

Devil and the Priest!au

(Feel free to change the name- it's 1am where I am, so my brain is starting to fry lol)

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @fanofstuff01

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Lucifer drove through the country side, he's been behind the wheel for nearly 5 hours. He didn't realize how much of a drive getting to this monastery. He knew it was remote but this is getting ridiculous- he should have brought snacks.

He glanced out his window every now and then to take in the scenery. He's currently driving past a large body of water, where he spotted a small island. He wishes he was over there, with no worries or expectations. With no one but himself. The Vatican has been on his ass lately about making this trip. Apparently, there was something 'dark- and 'unsettling' at this monastery. If any of the priests he knew were anything to go by, it was probably just them. He swore they refused to die, they had more wrinkles than brain cells.

Lucifer turned his radio up, some type of rock song was one, it was a big no no to be listening to music like this, it's his car. Driver picks the music, and the Vatican shuts their cake hole.

Finally, as the sun was setting, Lucifer arrived at the monastery. The large stone building loomed over him, maybe the Vatican was right, this place was unsettling. He felt like he was being watched, the multiple colours in the sky masking how decrepit this place actually is. Pulling out a brochure from his pocket, Lucifer couldn't help but smirk, they're really trying to market this place like it's a holiday retreat.

Lucifer: "Welcome to the Hazbin. Find not only sanctuary and enlightenment but also beaches and the best crab around!" ...right, definitely staying away from the crab then...

After an exhausted sign, Lucifer licked his car and picked up his bags. Making his way towards the large wooden doors, Lucifer couldn't help but dread the next two or three hours, all he wanted was to hop into bed and close the world off foe a few hours but he'd probably have to take the whole tour and- ew- meeting people.

He shuddered at the thought.

Lucifer: I wonder if I could convince them to leave the formalities till tomorrow...

Lucifer gripped a huge, iron door knocker and banged it three times. He knew this could take a while so he prepared to get comfortable- until the door was pulled open.

Priest: Hello! And welcome to the Hazbin! How can I assist you this fine evening!

Lucifer: uh- yeah- hi, my name Luicfer, I've been told to come here by the Vatican- I've been told you're expecting me...?

Priest: hm... Lucifer...

The man flicked through a small book, humming every so often. What's the point in having glasses if you still can't read a damn book.

Lucifer: look man- sir- it's been a long drive, I'd really like to just get to sleep-

Priest: ah! Yes! Here you are, Lucifer! Please, come right in! We've been expecting you for hours, your overseer said you would be here this morning- but better late than never I suppose!

The man moved aside to let Lucifer in. He really didn't like this guy, but that's not new, priest are pretty... eccentric.

The man shit the door behind him, using at least six locks to secure it.

Priest: pardon my manners, Lucifer! My name is Alastor- Father Alastor. And I'll be your superior while you're here

Ah, great. He has to answer to this... lovely man. Forcing a smile, Lucifer did what he did best: lie.

Lucifer: that's very exciting Father Alastor, look forward to working with you and getting to know this place more personally!

Alastor: oh, I could imagine! I'm sure you've heard a lot about me! I've been in charge of five other monasteries before this one! All saw a raise in volunteers and profits.

Lucifer: that's fantastic, Father. It's a real honor to be working on this project with you-

Alastor: "project", yes, that's one word to describe it.

Alastor lead Lucifer down a long hall, hebcouldbt believe how quiet it was. He was told there were at least 60-70 nuns and other workers here but it just seemed abandoned.

Thankfully, Alastor showed Lucifer to his room, it was large with a queen bed in the middle. It didn't have much furniture, just a set of draws and a desk out looking the garden. It was dead and overgrown, but the air was fresh, he'll have to start taking up writing again.

Alastor: well! Lucifer, it is a real pleasure to have you here! Tomorrow I'll show you around and I introduce you to some of the other occupants here- there are quite a few so I do expect you to introduce yourself to some of them in your own time.

Lucifer dumped his bags on his bed, and turned to face Alastor.

Lucifer: that understandable. Thank you for this Alastor, I'll see you in the morning-

Alastor: bright and early Mr Lucifer. I like to get the day started as the break of dawn

Of course he does.

Lucifer: great! I better get some sleep then

Alastor: yes, you should. Goodnight Lucifer

Finally, Lucifer was alone. Or at least he hoped. He still hasn't shaking that feeling from earlier. Except this time, he was certain nothing was watching him, Alastor seemed to be the only other living thing here. And that's giving the bastard a lot of credit. Not once did he stop smiling- Lucifer already wants to wipe that look off his face.

All Lucifer wanted to do was sleep, so he got comfortable and started to drift off.

[stormyoceans]

losing my mind like. sorry i know i never shut up about dark pete burning the whole mafia world down to save vegas and macau but. i've seriously been losing my mind over it like

give me vegas and macau being late home after vegas went to pick macau up at school on his bike and not answering their phones and pete immediately knowing something is wrong. give me pete calling chay to ask if he saw them actually leave together and then, at chay's affirmative answer, calling arm all business-like: "i need a favor, but you can't tell anyone about it. if you won't help me just say so right away, i don't have time to waste." give me pete asking arm to hack into the security cameras on the way from macau's school to their home and watching all the footages until he spots a van cutting vegas' bike off and then taking vegas and macau away.

give me pete figuring out it's not a ransom situation but a personal vengeance. give me pete manipulating, bribing, maiming, and torturing people, promising them not to kill them if they give him the information he needs and then killing them anyway because whoever was behind this can't know pete is coming and dead men tell no tales. give me kinn and porsche eventually finding out what’s happening and asking pete why he didn’t go to them for help. give me pete answering, cold and detached, ‘frankly, i haven’t ruled out the involvement of the main family in this, yet. nor of the new minor one.’ give me porsche’s indignant ‘ai’pete!’ before trying to stop pete from leaving. give me pete pointing his gun at porsche because yes, porsche is his friend and pete loves him dearly, but that’s pete’s family they’re talking about and no one – NO ONE – is gonna tell pete how he has to go about saving it, if someone was stupid enough to think they could mess with vegas and macau now that they don’t hold the title of heirs of the minor family anymore, well then pete has to show them just how fucking wrong they are and bring them as an example for everyone else.

give me pete finally finding out who’s behind it and where they are keeping vegas and macau and getting ready to bring down an entire building full of people armed only with a gun and a knife. give me pete being smart about it, using stealth and smoke bombs to conceal his attacks, preferring the knife over a gun he would have to reload over and over again, putting into practice his experience as a boxer and all of chan’s teachings: circle around the target rather than move in a straight line; forgo the heart and target the abdominal aorta that sits unguarded at the top of the abdomen at the meeting of the ribs; if the opponent is guarding their vital targets well, strike at less vital areas to make the defender move and then go for the carotid in the neck, the brachial artery in the arm or the radial artery in the forearm, the femoral artery in the leg, the abdomen. give me pete finding macau locked alone in a room and macau not caring about the blood covering pete from head to toes and just hugging him tight because pete really came for them. give me pete handing the gun to macau because there’s no way he’s leaving macau behind and the two of them fighting their way to wherever they’re keeping vegas. give me vegas tied to a chair, half-high with whatever drug they injected in his system to keep him from fighting back, a constellation of cuts and bruises all over his body. give me vegas never seeing something so beautiful as pete, covered in blood and knife in hand, killing the dudes assigned to keep guard to vegas' room and then dropping on his knees in front of vegas to gently cup his face and put their foreheads together.

and the fucker who did this? give me pete dragging him in front of vegas and macau and not killing him right away, but slowly cutting him up and tearing him apart for every wound he can see on the two brothers: a tooth for macau’s split lip, an eye for the bruise blooming on vegas’ cheekbone, all of his fingers for vegas’ broken arm. and then, finally, give me pete bringing vegas and macau home and the three of them piling together in the same bed, holding each other all night, their little family of three that no one is allowed to touch.

[hauntedwitch04]

Pumpinks field

🎃Halloween party🎃  

Azriel x reader

Words: about 0.9k words

Warning: totally fluffy, mention of smut and a bit nostalgic 

Author’s note: 13th and we nearly half way! We are kidding right! The 1st October was yesterday!

✒️:     “Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have X that it is an empty head.”

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As soon as you hit the ground you can't help but jump for joy. Your mate's arms are still on your waist after flying you for about a couple of hours to reach the Autumn Court. Your relationship with Eris had improved a lot in recent years after he became High Lord of Autumn Court, so much so that he had invited you for the traditional pumpkin picking for the Ghost Festival held every year in his court. At first you weren't too sure about going, but curiosity took over, and now you can't help but be happy about this choice. 

When you were a child, every year your family came to visit relatives in the Autumn Court at this very time, and so you always celebrated this holiday. To relive it now with your partner is something very exciting, and you can't help but feel a little nostalgic. 

You turn to see Azriel looking at you with a sweet gaze, and you can't help but smile. You wrap your arms around his neck as he imitates you by putting them on your hips. Just as you are about to kiss, another Illiryan lands, less elegantly than Az, next to you. 

"Is it possible that you two are always clinging to each other? Is there a single moment when you do not share your saliva, or do you intend to exchange DNA for the next few centuries?" Says Cassian sarcastically, with a smile on his lips, as he rests Nesta on the ground, who laughs at his companion's words. 

"You better not talk Cassian, because until proven otherwise you two are the ones who fucked in the dining room-" Azriel replies, only to be interrupted by a female voice. 

"Guys, I'd say it's time to call it a day." Feyre intervenes, flanked by her husband, who have appeared before us. 

"As if the world didn't already know how messy the Court of Night is." Continues a male voice, which does not belong to any of us. From the corner from the garden where we had arrived emerges the owner of the land where we were, Eris himself, with all the grace of a High Fae. He entertains a brief conversation with Rhysand as he leads us inside the building. 

You don't remember how you got then to the pumpkin patch, only know that you stand in silence at its beauty and all the beautiful memories it brings to your mind. 

"I too was speechless the first time. It is a beautiful sight." Says a voice behind you, coming to stand next to you, and you find out it is Eris. You smile at him, as you continue to watch the children run and laugh happily, and tears come unintentionally. 

"I used to come here as a child to get my pumpkin with my cousins. I loved this view, and after so long I didn't remember it being so beautiful." You answer, and he stands looking at you. He says nothing, smiles, and walks away, resting a hand on your shoulder before walking away, as if to tell you he understood what you were saying, then going to his partner and his children. 

You see Nyx running across the field with Feyre behind and Rhys smiling at that sight, and you too cannot help but be happy for your friends. You begin to wander, and you stay for hours choosing, until you find the right one. 

You touch it, turn it around and admire it, and every second you think it's the most beautiful one you've ever seen. 

"Did you pick this one?" You hear Azriel ask, so you look up and see him looking at you in confusion 

"Don't you like it?" You ask worriedly. 

"Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have Cassian that it is an empty head? That's my only question." He asks you smiling as you see his brother slap his neck from behind. 

"Watch your mouth, lover boy, or I'll be forced to tell your partner things she can't even imagine." The Commander says laughingly, as the Shadowsinger suddenly whitens. 

"You wouldn't dare." He tells his brother Azriel. 

"No, dare instead my dear, I need to know more." You reply instead, taking the gourd in your arms and laying it in the arms of your husband, still shocked by your words, and then taking Cassian under your arm. 

"Then starting by saying that when you were not yet together, he would often prepare speeches to ask you out, which he would then never succeed in doing because he failed miserably or that night sometimes-" 

"Cassian dares to say another word, and you're a dead bat!" Shouts Azriel. 

"Are you telling her about our Azzy's dreams?!" Rhysand asks curiously, coming up next to you, and you can't help but laugh. 

You may be feeling nostalgic for the old times you spent here with your family, but you can't help but be happy for the ones you are having now and will have with your new family.

[blackheartvore]

Epsilon Alpha Tau - End of Hell Week (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

The next two pledges sent down were the twins. Leo noted that the abs they'd had at the start of the party were now more of a gut. The two also sported a couple big grins as he asked the question.

"And how are you two going to prove how much you want to join Epsilon Alpha Tau?"

One of them, Evan, chuckled, "Well, we've already handled a couple guys from Sigma Nu Kappa."

"Go on..." Leo looked between their clearly full stomachs.

The other twin, Aaron, started, "Well, we were grabbing drinks for ourselves after dropping some off for a couple brothers. These two guys were hovering over us."

Evan continued, "Yeah, they kept talking about how Epsilon found some nice tight asses and big dicks this year. Said it was a shame we didn't rush Sigma. They could have shown us just how much they appreciate a fit pledge."

"Did they now?" Leo shook his head.

"Yeah," Aaron said, "So, I said 'What's stopping you? It's our job to make sure everyone at this party has a good time.' after that they couldn't get us upstairs fast enough."

Evan slid a hand over his belly, "Of course all that talk about our tight asses was just macho posturing. Once they had us alone all we had to do was fondle each other a little and they were on their knees ready to take over with their throats."

Aaron's cock had started to chub up as he reached over to play with his brother's thickening length. Leo's own meat was getting hard as the story continued and he could see Todd and Jason were enjoying it too. Even the brothers behind the couch were getting a rise out of the twins' tale.

"So they choked on our dicks for a little while before we bent them over on the bed." Aaron's stroking had gotten his brother hard, "We did fuck them for a bit."

"Love watching my bro pound some ass." Evan added as he reached over to give Aaron's stiff cock some attention.

"But we didn't eat before the party, so we were real hungry and fucking only made us hungrier, you know?" Aaron licked his lips.

"I think we all know how that is." Leo laughed and some of the other brothers laughed along with him.

"So, we weren't gonna pass up two free meals right in front of us." Aaron stopped stroking for a moment to pat his and his twin's stomachs, "Snatched up those little snacks and started gulping those sweaty jocks right down, head first."

"They acted like they didn't like it," Evan smirked, "at least, at first. But their dicks were definitely hard the whole time we were swallowing them."

"A little tongue action and mine came right in my mouth." Aaron looked like he was tasting it all over again.

"Bro, mine too!" Evan offered up a high five with his free hand and Aaron slapped it.

"Didn't take much longer to get their thighs and calves down. Finally blew my load when I watched my bro slurp down his snack's feet." Aaron was leaking a bit as he got to that part of his story.

"So you two just decided to eat a couple guys at our party?" Leo narrowed his gaze at the two of them.

"You did say to make sure our guests enjoyed themselves and from the load he blasted in my mouth he definitely did. Plus, we figured rival frats were fair game." Evan shrugged.

"I wouldn't call Sigma rivals, but you're not wrong. Especially them. Basically went out of their way to label themselves as snacks. Sigma Nu Kappa? That's just asking for it." Leo shook his head.

"So, does that prove we belong here? That we want to be brothers?" Aaron asked.

Leo looked around the room at his fellow brothers who had clearly been excited by the story, "Can't say it's what I expected when I asked about you two proving yourselves, but I'd say it looks like everyone here is eager to have you to join us. Welcome to Epsilon Alpha Tau brothers." Leo gestured for Todd and Jason to get up, then patted the empty seats next to him, "Here come sit with me and we'll see if any of the remaining pledges can help us out."

Leo pulled in the two new brothers once they sat down. That close he could still feel a bit of movement in their stomachs against his arm when he reached down to give their hard cocks a squeeze. He was definitely glad to have the twins join them and even more glad they seemed to enjoy playing together. They were definitely going to be fun.

The next pair of pledges sent down were hopeless. Took them far too long to actually get the hint about proving they want to be there. Leo and the twins passed the pair around a bit. Leo finally unloaded in one pledge's mouth while he watched the twins filled the other one from both ends.

"So, are we in?" One of the exhausted pledges asked.

"Almost." Leo chuckled as he signaled Todd and Jason with an added wink.

The pledges stared at the approaching brothers with wide eyes. Todd and Jason seemed to communicate something with a couple nods and glances before each of them grabbed one of the pledges heads and shoved their hard cocks into the pledges well used mouths. The pledges gagged and choked on the frat brothers' thick meat until the two brothers gestured to each other one more time.

They pulled the pledges off their cocks at the same time, each holding the pledges hair with one hand while the other hand stroked their now quickly growing members. The pledges didn't even get a full question or confused comment out before Todd and Jason had shoved their faces into the now huge cocks. Leo was getting hard all over again as the two pledges were pulled slowly towards the frat brothers' balls.

The look of ecstacy on Todd and Jason's faces showed just how much they were enjoying their cock snacks. Copious amounts of pre leaked down the pledges bodies to ease their trip into the monster shafts that pulsed each time they pulled their meals in a little more. Leo loved watching his brothers eat, didn't matter how they did it. And he was glad his brothers enjoyed their reward for giving up their seats.

The two pledges were harder now, while they were being eaten, than they had been the entire time they'd worked on Leo and the twins. Of course, once their cocks slipped inside Todd and Jason the rest of the trip went pretty quickly. The frat brothers' dicks both returning to a more manageable size once they'd slurped up the pledges feet and deposited them in their balls. Leo almost laughed when Tommy rushed over to help massage the brothers' heavy sacks. Chad's little bro was clearly eager to please and definitely had a taste for what was in their balls. Leo glanced over to Chad who just shrugged with a smile.

Leo settled back into the couch, a twin at each side again. There were only a few pledges left. He figured he could refill his own balls with a pledge before the night was over, but he also hoped at least a couple more were member material. He gave Todd and Jason a chance to get settled before calling in another pair of pledges.