#EMBRACE HIS SOPPING WET NATURE.

[strawglicks]

graham doesnt slay graham isnt cute graham isnt hot he is stupid and pathetic and a sopping wet cat in a cardboard box and i wouldnt have it any other way

[ma1dita]

Congratulations on 23! not a book reader but I remember reading somewhere that there's a rule that boys and girls who aren't related ofc be alone in the cabins together. Imagine this rule got implemented bc of Luke and posideon! reader

MDNI

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x poseidon!reader

not sure if this was supposed to be a smut request but guys look what you've done to me this is all yalls fault

a/n: smut... a bit of godly desecration & blasphemy?...is this dark!luke? luke said fuck the gods literally...no dialogue...wrap before you tap bc they dont (luke castellan x poseidon!reader)

wc: 603

It had been raining at Camp Half-Blood for a whole month.

No amount of prayers from Cabin 7 nor Mr. D's control over the atmosphere of his camp could change this—and everyone was doing their hardest to figure out why.

You and Luke however, were having the time of your lives— with camp activities canceled due to the downpour, it gave you more time to bundle up under the covers and within each other's arms. It wasn't a secret per say, just something so natural between the both of you. Like crashing tides, he'd fall into your embrace over and over for as long as the gods would allow. But sometimes, he liked spiting them for the fun of it.

Your cabin was empty all the time anyway, no pesky siblings or unclaimed campers peering over the bunks and invading your personal space, because this is what this was between the both of you---personal and intimate. No one's business but your own.

In Cabin 3, you were his alone. And as much as he is Camp Half-Blood’s all-star camper, he thinks the gods owe him this much. He’s allowed to be selfish when it comes to you.

Luke could relish in the sound of your moans echoing off the marble walls, waves of pleasure extracted from you as he thrusts into your pussy, soaked and pulling him in deep. He marks you where only he can see, handprints on your hips, hickeys between your tits and thighs, and he licks your cheek like a fucking dog, just because he can.

His alone.

His cock pistons harder as he holds onto the plush of your tummy, hands grappling onto every expanse of skin he could touch—his, his, his, from the hair he's pulling on your head to the tips of your curled toes. The harder you shake underneath him, the wider he grins, reducing a daughter of the Big Three to nothing but a fucked out puddle of tears. 

Luke encourages you to be louder—deep down, he likes the idea of desecrating you in a place of honor. The Big Three were too pretentious to be parents, forbidden children given temples instead of homes to sleep in. It’s not his fault this place has too many platforms to christen. He supposes you both should try your father’s altar next.

Your eyes glaze over before you cum, and each time it reminds him of sparkling seafoam kissing the coast of the beach back home. It's his cue to throw your legs over his shoulders, diving into your mouth like you'd breathe oxygen into his lungs as he loses control and moans until your heart, like the rest of you feels full of him. He swirls your pretty pearl between his fingers, coaxing your orgasm out of you as naturally as he calls your name. 

Under the tears and drool, Luke agrees you’re your father’s daughter, soft and sopping wet, drenched in his domain. Anchoring himself between your hips, you let out a scream of Luke's name and he kisses you delicately as you both release—everything from your collarbones to your breasts to the skin behind your knee, he kisses all of it. 

His.

Luke could argue that the cum dripping out of your womb is his too, despite how eagerly he gives it to you each time. You didn’t even have to beg him this time.

It's what he loves about Cabin 3—it's his as much as it's yours, no clothes necessary. Until Mr. D comes barging in drenched to nine hells and floodwaters rising behind him with a personal threat from your father.

[lokis-army-77]

Ravishing

mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Your boyfriend catches you making lunch but food isn't what he wants to devour.

Warning: 18 +. p in v, unprotected sex, kinda dom eddie, slight piss kink (its 4 v small paragraphs, some dialogue, and highlighted in red for those who want to skip).

Thank you to my beta readers <3 and Mariah for helping with the header.

Masterlist

The late morning sun cast a warm bright haze around the open-concept kitchen and living room. The blinds had been pulled back to let the natural light illuminate what you were doing. 

You shuffled around the kitchen quietly, gathering all the things needed to make a bowl of ramen. In contrast to the warm light, the air was cool. The breeze from the vent just beside the oven had goosebumps appearing over your legs, given you were only dressed in a simple white thong and your boyfriend's rather worn Iron Maiden t-shirt. 

He was still sound asleep, laid out like a starfish, soft snores coming from his parted lips. It had taken everything in you to leave the comfort of the warm bed and his embrace but once your stomach began to growl, you forced yourself to pry your sore body from the bed.

The night before had been eventful, to say the least. Your boyfriend had ravished you. Worshiped your body in the way that only he could. His tongue, fingers, and his cock were dedicated to your pleasure, leaving you a weak, worn-out mess atop the mattress. You went round after round, not stopping until well after the sun started to rise. 

As you reminisced on all the ways he had made you cum, you hadn't noticed the sounds of footsteps heavy with sleep nearing you. 

Arms wrapped around your middle as you placed the pot of water on the eye. You leaned into the embrace, humming contently. 

"Good morning." You smile.

"Morning." He mumbles into your neck. "I'm starving."

"I'll be done with food in a bit." You reply, tearing open the seasoning packet.

He groans into your skin, fingers lifting the hem of your shirt up and over your breasts. "Not what I'm hungry for." He all but purs. His hands move to push your panties down and then grab your hips, rutting his cock against your ass. You hadn’t noticed he was completely bare.

"Eddie-" you gasp as his fully hard cock pushes into your entrance. Your body shivers at the sensation, still sensitive from your last tussle only a few hours ago. 

You hang your head low as he begins to rut into you, moving his hips at a pace you think should be all too fast for someone who has just woken up.

Pouring the contents of the seasoning packet into the water, you took the trash to the counter before bracing yourself against it. "Oh fuck. Feels so- ah! Feels so good." You groan. 

Eddie grunts as he leaves wet, sloppy kisses along your shoulders and up the column of your neck. His teeth nip and bite at the delicate skin, marking you, claiming you as his own. 

He jackhammers into you, the roughness forcing your legs to widen and your knees to weaken. Strong hands keep you from falling. 

You're moved away from the oven, your front pushed over the butcher block counters. The wood is cold and you let out a squeal when your aching nipples make contact. 

The strong thrusts have your body rocking against the countertop. Your hands are thrown out in front of you, pushing against the wall to keep you from being fucked into it. 

You can barely get a noise out with the way Eddie is relentlessly using your sopping cunt.

"Taking me so well, Princess. Pussy made just for me, hum?"

You nod enthusiastically. "S'just for you," your words slur. "Oh-! Oh, Eddie!" Your lungs gain a burst of air as the tip of Eddie’s cock slides past the spot inside you that he always, so masterfully, finds. 

He hikes one of your legs up, opening you further to him. The new angle pushes his length further into you. He's directly hitting that spot now, over and over and over again. It has you lost for words, a bundle of whimpers and nerves so tight you think you might explode. 

It's all building up and you can do nothing to stop it but moan out against the wooden counter.

"Eddie- Eddie please I can't. Fuck-" your voice wobbles. "I think I'm gonna‐"

He buries himself deeper. "Gonna cum pretty girl?"

You shake your head. No, this is different, more urgent.

Your breathing is heavy as you reply. "No. Ah- I think, fuck, I think I'm gonna pee. You have to stop, Eddie, you have to."

He did not stop. The thrusts only kept coming, stroke after stroke he hit that special place but that was not the only place you felt the length of his cock. Your bladder stung with the fast and pressing need to relieve itself. The thought of letting go right here in the kitchen had you flushing, your body hot, and your face as red as could be. 

"Hold it," Eddie commanded. 

Your legs shook with the pleasure and pain

"I can't"

"Yes, you can. Hold it, sweetheart."

"Can't-" you heave. It was taking everything in you to do as he said, to hold it back. "Can't -", You let out a defeated whimper as you felt warmth begin to trickle down your leg. 

It didn't take more than a second for that trickle to turn into a gush. You felt dirty as the piss pooled below you. Your body flushed with embarrassment, tears welled in your eyes. 

Eddie tutted behind you, "Aww, was it too much for you?" The condescending tone of his voice made the heat in your body explode. 

You answered him with a weak mewl, "Uh-huh."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you, baby. Did I make you dumb?"

All the while, his hips never stopped pistoning into you. Sloppy wet sounds were a constant ambiance in the room. 

Now, a more familiar tug begins inside of you, one you knew all too well. A tugging that Eddie had learned, over years, when and how to pull to bring you the most pleasure. He expertly knew how to yank on that string in your abdomen until you fell over the edge. 

Your cunt squeezed him, contracting around his stiff cock like a vice. He chucked before leaning down and licking a thick, wet stripe up the plane of your back, causing a shiver to rake through you.

"I can feel how close you are. So warm and wet, gonna fill you with my fuckin cum." He whispers in your ear.

"Please." 

His lips pull into a smirk against your skin. "You'd like that, wouldn’t you? Want all the cum I can give you, huh? Wanna be a pretty little cum baby for me?"

"Yes, yes Eddie, yes." Your eyes are almost rolling into the back of your head as your release inches closer and closer. 

"Say it. Say what you want." The command is rough, a drastic change from the patronizing softness he had before.

With your body shaking, nerves prickling as you try and stave off your fall, you let out a shriek. "Wanna cum! Please-oh fuck- let me cum!" Your hand's fist so tight, your knuckles turn white. 

You barely hear Eddie give you permission before you're coming undone around him.

You swear there was a bright flash of light before your closed eyes as you shook. Was it heaven? Was it God? You had no idea but you swear with everything in you that this was the most intense orgasm you've ever had. 

Eddie's brutal pace finally dissipates into longer, more slow, and steady strokes as he comes down from his own high. 

"Fuck." The groan he lets out rumbles his chest, you can feel the vibrations on your back. 

You just want to lean there forever. Have Eddie pressed up against you in the warm light of the day, not a worry in the world. Exhausted, your eyes begin to close and your bones become liquid. It's relaxing, resting in the aftermath of something so big. That is until you hear an all too familiar sizzle of water boiling over and hitting the hot eye of the stove.

Your heart beats faster for a whole other reason now as you push Eddie off you and turn to take the pot of water off the stove, thankful there wasn't anything that could have burnt or overcooked inside.

"I love you," Eddie voices. "I fuckin love you."

Turning on your heel, you look at him. His sharp edges seem soft and you can't help but smile. 

"Love you more." You challenge.

He steps forward, taking you in his arms and placing a sloppy kiss on your lips, leaving you with a big smack. "Love you most." Another kiss. And another. And another, until you're giggling so much you have to shove him gently away from you.

"Let's get this mess cleaned up and maybe we can make something to eat." You pause, Eddie opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can, pointing a finger at him. "And don't say it's not what you're hungry for, I'm not having sex with you again until you have an actual meal."

He lifts his hands in defense. "Hey, not my fault you always look so... ravishing."

"Uh-huh, alright smooth talker. Let's get cleaned up."

[simplyhughes]

If you’re taking requests, can I get a Hughes brother (I don’t care which one) childhood friend to lovers fluff?

Lake House

The summer when y/n and Luke have given into their feelings (*^ω^*)

WC: 1743

Anon thank you so much for this request! It was a lot of fun!!!

Pairing: LH43 x Reader

Warnings: None (?) just fluffy fluff. There may be grammatical errors, my apologies!!

Stars decorated the sky, painting patterns across the earth. Crickets chirped softly while teasing banter and laughter mingled with the gentle melodies of the top hits radio, enveloping the outdoor patio of the Hughes’ lake house. You and your family had made their way to Michigan every summer, staying with the friends you call family. Your mother and Mrs. Hughes, who insists you call her Ellen, shared a college dorm, and the rest is history.

The two families gathered around a lit fire sharing stories from throughout the year, making up for the time spent apart. You stepped out onto the porch after using the restroom to see that all the folding chairs and loveseats had been filled. You gave a tug to your sweatshirt sleeve, scanning the seating situation to decide your next move. The youngest of the Hughes brothers, Luke, glanced your way, initiating eye contact.

Being the same age as Luke created a unique bond between you, distinct from your relationships with his two older brothers. When Quinn and Jack would sneak out to meet with some girls by the dock, it would be you and Luke in your makeshift fort binging movies. Or when everyone would pile onto the boat to go wake surfing, Luke would stay behind cause he knows you get seasick. It was the stuff like that growing up that made you two so close. Your mothers would gush behind your backs, betting on your future together on who would confess first. But you two were young and oblivious, just living in the moment, cherishing all the time you could be together before summer came to an end.

As your eyes met Luke's, his demeanor changed; his eyes softened but his body tensed. He raised his hand, tapping his leg, signaling you to come and sit with him. For some reason, you were slightly taken aback. It is not like you haven't shared a seat before… you guys used to have sleepovers and share a bed. But it may be the fact that you both are all grown up and that Luke got a whole hell of a lot more handsome. You mouthed “Are you sure?” over to the boy, and he just replied with a nod. The conversations around you continued as you walked across the wooden patio.

"Hey..." you began, glancing down at Luke. His gaze rose to meet yours, and a grin spread across his face as he wrapped one of his large hands around your waist, almost pulling you onto his lap. You followed his lead and took a seat. His arm then encircled your waist completely, and he rested his head on your shoulder. Your body initially tensed at the sudden display of affection, but soon you relaxed against his chest as the two of you eased into a casual conversation.

Luke's older brothers didn't miss his bold actions. Quinn nudged Jack in the side and discreetly pointed in your direction. Jack stifled a laugh followed by a playful jab to the gut by his older brother. “Who knew Lukey had game?” Jack joked with a stupid smirk. Quinn merely shrugged, signaling Jack to halt his teasing before you and Luke caught on.

Throughout the rest of the summer, Luke's gestures did not simmer down. Anyone who didn't know the pair would think they were a couple. Whenever you were together, one of you was always hanging on to the other, like a support beam. If one of you headed to get food, the other promptly followed suit. And if one of you emerged from the lake sopping wet, the other immediately wrapped them in a warm towel. Luke's actions weren't entirely surprising to you. Longing touches, tight embraces, the gentle tucking of hair behind your ear—all felt like natural extensions of your friendship. But both your mothers saw. They saw the subtle dance of affection that whispered of deeper feelings. It was in the lingering gazes, the softness of their voices when speaking to each other, and the way their laughter seemed to harmonize effortlessly. Luke's brothers could see it. They could see the unspoken attraction between you, clear as day. Deep down you knew it, Luke too. Yet both of you could not rattle the idea that the other didn't reciprocate.

The boat ripped through the water under the control of Jack. “Jack ease up man! You're gonna kill us all,” Quinn yelped. Luke, who sat lazily right next to you, just chuckled at their antics. You looked a little pale in the face.

“Hey… You okay y/n?” Luke questioned, dragging his hand through his damp curls.

“Does he not know how to drive this thing?” You complained sluggishly.

“Awh is someone feeling a little seasick?” He teased. “Jack slow down you asshat or let Huggy take over!” He shouted over to the two boys who still happened to be fussing at the wheel.

“C’mere…” Luke slung his arm around your shoulder and you instinctively rested your head against his.

Jack shuffled out of the driver's seat annoyed. He shot a glance over in your and Luke's direction.

“Oh my god, can you guys just kiss and get this over with already… Jesus,” Jack mumbled, letting out his frustration. The color returned to your face as Quinn took over, but the pale was replaced with an embarrassing red. You hid your face in Luke's chest trying to ignore Jack's words.

“Fuck off, Jack,” Luke retorted. “You're such a dick.”

The sun had set and the boat pulled into the dock. The sky was all different hues of pinks, yellows, oranges, and reds. Jack had rushed off the boat to meet up with this ‘rocket’ he was talking to leaving you, Luke, and Quinn. “Don't worry Huggy we can clean this up,” Luke said, gesturing to the empty beer cans, towels, and sunscreen that littered the boat. “You sure?” Quinn hummed. You could tell he was tired; I guess it is hard work being the boat's captain. Luke nodded back at his eldest brother while you let out a groan. The boat bobbed as Quinn stepped off. You shuffled across the boat's floor, grabbing a trash bag. Luke tossed the empty cans into the bag that you held open. “Maybe you picked the wrong sport, Lukey,” you joked as he threw another can in, mimicking a basketball toss. Your teamwork was pretty effective, only taking 15 minutes to get the boat back in good shape. Luke hopped off the boat onto the dock. His hand extended to grab yours.

“M’lady,” He snorted, taking a bow, helping you off the boat.

You hit him with your hips. “Dork,” you rebutted.

As the colors of the sunset faded into the velvety embrace of the night sky, you and Luke found yourselves on the dock, your feet dangling over the edge. The only sounds were the gentle whispers of the wind through the trees that seemed to be as tall as skyscrapers, the crickets that chirped into the early hours of the morning, and the crashing of water as it rolled into the muddy lakeside shore.

Luke let out a soft sigh, his gaze fixed on you with a look that made your heart flutter. You tried to keep your composure, your eyes focused straight ahead. But you simply could not help yourself any longer.

"What are you looking at, Hughes?" you quipped, breaking the silence.

"You," he replied simply, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned to face him, your breath catching in your throat as his hand gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a warmth deep within you.

"Me?" you echoed, unable to tear your gaze away from his.

"Only you," he murmured, inching closer until there was barely any space between you.

He took his hand, guiding a piece of your fallen hair behind your ear. His hand then stayed resting on your cheek. Placing your hand on top of his you spoke, "Luke…".

“Can I kiss you y/n?” he interrupted.

Your eyes dilated, still staring back at his. Your throat went dry, parched by the sudden rush of adrenaline, while your heart pounded against your ribcage, drowning out all other sounds. The only thing you could do was nod. He brought his face close an inch away from yours. His hot breath whispered against your cheek. Time stretched, suspended in a haze of anticipation before his lips finally met yours. His unoccupied hand quickly found a new place to reside, resting on your hip, pulling you in as close as possible. Your lips parted, both in search of air. That single kiss was not enough for Luke. He dove back in, pressing kisses to the side of your neck, trailing behind your ear, with his hair tickling your jaw. The new sensation made you gasp, locking your fingers into his hair. “Luke…” you groaned.

Eventually, the heat had worn down, leaving both parties in shock at the events that had just occurred.

“Y/n…” Luke started, “I have liked you- wait no…” he stopped himself. “I have loved you for the longest time. At the end of every summer, my stomach twists itself in a knot. I dread leaving the lake, I dread leaving summer behind, but I dread leaving you the most. I am not sure how I have been able to get myself through the long winters and the busy fall. It may be the lingering thought that I will eventually make my way back to you. You are my best friend, you always have been and you always will be. I don't wanna screw this up, and if you don't like me back we can pretend this never even happened…” he rambled.

“Luke.” You cut him off.

“Yeah?” He quickly replied, turning his eyes onto you.

“We literally just made out you idiot… I would hope I like you back.” His chest sank back in relief with an exhale. “I cannot picture my life without you.” You added with a more serious tone. “We have grown up together and I expect to grow old with you.” Luke didn't reply with words. He pulled you back into a deep kiss.

The sun had officially set, leaving a blanket of twinkling lights. The young couple spent the night together in the wake of new romantic revelations. This was the night where their friendship had blossomed into something more.

[gooppoo]

Neteyam fingering reader while she's pregnant? 🤭 (AGED UP)

oooo yum yum

how many fingers?

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: fingering ofc, aged up neteyam duh, making out, Neteyam doing his thangggg

His hand rested on your plump belly.

"Open up for me gorgeous." He cooed into your ear, lips caressing your softly rounded jaw. Since being with Neteyam's child, you've noticeably grown softer in areas you used to be rigid.

Your thighs were squishy, an adorable double-chin forming when you'd look down, even your cheeks were round and rosey. Above all - you were vibrant. Vibrant in the way your skin was dewy and an almost visible ring of gold followed you everywhere you went. Pregnancy treated you like a princess, and so did your marvelous husband - Neteyam.

Giggling at his tickling fingers crawling toward your center, he scooped your lips up in his to swallow all your laughter. He didn't hesitate to get lost in your lips for a few more minutes than he needed.

"Mmm come on mama, let me touch you." he purred between damp kisses.

Obediently, your legs separated enough for his hand to slither underneath your loincloth. Just to tease you (and toy with your new plush muscles) he pinched and caressed the steamy skin on your inner thigh. Through this, his kisses grew with a certain kind of soft lust that always lured you into begging for more. The careful, calculated swirl of his tongue against yours, even crossing your bottom lip as it retreated before sharing a wet embrace. Neteyam would hum and chuckle into your kisses, his tail lazily swaying behind him in lovesick fashion.

Not breaking away from his kisses, you reached for Neteyam's wrist to politely inform him the teasing wasn't necessary. That you were growing hot and slippery with the minimal contact you had. You guided him to your slick folds where he traced two fingers toward your clit. When he reached your growing nub, you hummed into his lips. He circled his fingers delicately, and your voice strummed.

"Let me see what I can get out of you." Neteyam murmured between intensifying kisses.

First he was slow, calculated. He let you ease into the feeling of being pleasurably stimulated and having a warm, honey-like goodness tickle beneath your bloated belly button. To egg you along, he'd spread your essence to your inner thighs and even to your lower stomach so you'd feel how desperate you were for him, and as a reminder to him how capable he was.

When your breath became quick to leave your chest you let your head rest back. Neteyam opted for the next best thing to attach his lips to: your neck and chest. Shamelessly, he'd groan into your neck before nipping or sucking at the skin, like you were covered in an addictive substance and he was a fiend. When he would regain a particularly sweet pattern on your clit you'd gasp softly, reaffirming his actions.

"Oh...the noises you make for me." Neteyam half-jokingly breathed against your skin, "What do you sound like when I do this-"

The tip of one of his slender digits teased your entrance before barely sliding into your sopping core. He was right to think this is where your moaning began. Pure, euphoric, provocative moaning. Another perk of your pregnancy-you avoided the added stress of biting back your bliss, you accepted the responses your body wanted to endure.

Neteyam smiled satisfied, "Just like that baby, you already know." There was a dangerous passion to his rumbling tone.

Sure to take his time, knowing the trick to adjusting to anything of this nature was slow and steady. Neteyam let his finger slide in and out of you, only prodding at the spot you both knew needed to be massaged for any real results. You relayed this not with words, but the rolling of your rounded hips.

"Ooo...take it easy beautiful. I hear you. I see you." Your mate reassured, using his free hand to settles your hips.

Now he realized that the build up had come to an end. This was the time to use his fingers and wrist muscles so he could watch the unfolding of your orgasm. Knowingly this required two digits to massage the textured sensitivity inside of you, he let another finger dive in and promptly work so you couldn't spend time being surprised by the new stretch.

Veins protruded along his forearm and trickled down to his wrist and hand that pistoned up-into you. Neteyam wasn't growing vigorous with his motions, but kept a steady pace that allowed him to focus on quality over quantity - keeping his thumb on your clit. This made your moans become a sensual mixture of sighing and groaning and whimpering. All of which excited Neteyam enough to have his hardening baby maker making itself known against your waist. Enough to have him licking along your collar bones and toward your sensitive, swollen boobs.

"Faster, please faster."

Neteyam complied wordlessly. One hand running laps across your thigh and under the garment dangling across your chest, the other nearing you toward your climax. You chanted for him to go faster and harder, please; but he replied worrisomely, "Don't want to disturb the baby, angel."

"Neteyam please!" Oh you were so damn close!

With a false, exhausted sigh, he obeyed, "I want to hear what I can do to you." His voice was mischievous.

How could he expect anything less than wonderful? Anything less than a perfect curve in your spine and a moan so arrogantly different from the others that anyone who listened knew you were cumming all over Neteyam's amazing fingers? He should've known you'd be coating his appendages down the the knuckle with a sugary, intoxicating wetness that was your cum for him to lick clean from himself and then you.

And once he was done doing his mandatory maintenance work, he spent time at your stomach, rubbing the roundness like a fruitful, hearty melon. Further up he had swept away a few luscious strands and granted kisses on either one of your full cheeks watching the high of your orgasm fade into admiration.

"Can I tell you a secret, my love?" Neteyam traced silly pattens against your stomach.

You hummed affirmatively, tucking a braid or two behind his ear, "Of course."

For a beat he let his words form in his mind, then chuckled lightly, "You taste like magic when you are pregnant."

[ayaitch]

Last part of Kallus whump story, Part V! Thanks for reading. I just needed to get this scene out of my head, so thanks for humoring me. Parts I, II, III, and IV

Summary: During the war, Hera, Zeb, Sabine, and Kallus go on a rescue mission for some beings who are being held prisoner by pirate slavers in a naturally-occurring cave system someplace. During the mission they become trapped and must escape.

That did it.  With an abrupt burbling, water began to regurgitate from Kallus’ mouth.  Hera barely pulled away in time, and Sabine jerked his head to the side as water began to clear from Kallus’ lungs in great, heaving coughs.

Mouthful after mouthful of water came up.  Kallus choked as his body tried to pull in air at the same time it purged itself from the fluid in him.  Sabine rubbed his back as his body shook.

Kallus was shivering as the coughs subsided, his complexion ashen and his eyes glazed and unfocused.  But he was alive.  He came back.

When he looked up, his breathing shallow but steadying now, he met each of their gazes.  He settled on Hera and he swallowed.

“G-General.  Y-You said you wouldn’t rescue me,” he said in a weak, halting voice.

Hera smiled, but smacked his arm.  “I lied, you bastard.  Did you really think I wasn’t going to bring you back?  You really thought I was going to leave you as the noble sacrifice, like I didn’t have a say in it?”

“B-but,” Kallus began, but was overcome with another choking fit.  Sabine rubbed his trembling back again, firm, soothing circles that tangled his sopping wet shirt.  She smoothed it out and began again.

“You are not being left behind,” Hera finished.  “Do I make myself clear?”

Kallus stared at her, speechless.

“We don’t leave our people,” Sabine said.  “And that’s that.”

“What kept you anyway, Captain?” Hera asked.

“I…”  Kallus began, but trailed off as he focused on his breathing for another moment.  “I didn’t take into account a small wrestling match with a serpent of some kind being required on the way out.”  He caught his breath again.  “I apologize for the delay.”

“Apology accepted, Captain,” Hera said, but her smile was soft and relieved.  “I’m so glad you made it.”

And with that, she pulled him into a close embrace, coiling her arms around his shoulders and leaning her temple against his cheek.  Sabine didn’t wait for an invitation to join the embrace.  She tucked herself into what little space there was between Kallus’ and Hera’s bodies.  Her head nudged up under Kallus’ chin and she wrapped her arms around his ribs.

Zeb needed no invitation either.  He scooted closer, at Kallus’ back, and pulled all three of them to him.  He buried his face into the dripping wet hair at Kallus’ nape.  This whole event had been so close.  Kallus had almost been gone.

Zeb nuzzled further, trying to find Kallus’ scent beneath the sharp tang of the metallic water.

One thing was for sure, Zeb wasn’t going to let anything else stop him from telling Kallus how he felt after this.  Once they were all back on board the Ghost, he would make sure Kallus knew that Zeb loved him.

“Zeb…”  Kallus’ voice was soft.

“You gotta stop worrying that we’re all just waiting for a chance to leave you behind,” Zeb said, an echo of their conversation not too long ago.  “You’re ours.  We don’t let anyone go easily.”

“You can say that again,” Sabine murmured from her spot within the group hug.

“And you have to stop thinking of yourself as an expendable soldier,” Hera added.  “Like Zeb said: You’re ours.  Once you’re ours, you don’t get out so easily.”

Kallus was silent for a brief moment, his watery intakes of air the only noise between them all.  Finally, haltingly, Kallus put his arms around Sabine and Hera in return.  His head turned just slightly, and Zeb found their cheeks rubbing together in a soft, gentle caress.

Zeb felt his chest tighten as his heart swelled with affection, and returned the caress with relief.

“It’s not someplace I want to get out,” Kallus said to them.  “Thank you.”

[elliestation]

ALYXCAT'S PAWSOME PLAYLIST - MY FAVORITE PARTS OF MY OWN ALBUM

I WANNA…i love the stereo space in this track. it just feels so wide to me and im being hugged by my guitars. im just so proud of myself to making this so quickly as proof of concept that i could make something really good if i just chose to have fun.

ANYTHING….the first and last verse of the song was written by my girlfriend. she wrote a song for our first anniversary that turned me into a SOPPING WET CRYING MESS and i had to reference it in some way. i ended up making this song for this years anniversary with a bunch of cute art i doodled with the lyrics on it…she cried and i was so glad.

TRACK THREE. this one encapsulates what writing this album felt like to me. everything was in perfect alignment. i feel like i really cracked the code. like i finally crossed (krossed haha) a hurdle that i'd been stuck on for many years of my life. its so corny and full of things i love about the songs i love, but thats the point. this is the song that taught me to embrace the rough and scrappy drafts and ideas and throw my feelings of inadequacy to the side. Polyana's verse really cemented this for me too because she just freestyles at the end and it just felt right to keep it in. TLDR: this song taught me to trust my gut. i love it so much.

HEADSPACE. i wrote this song after having a "regular" conversation with someone in my family and i was realizing i was dissociating as a defense mechanism whenever a specific sort of interaction would occur. i've always wanted to write a song that gets really intense and is really grand, rough, and intense, and this song really did it for me. its the first time i really appreciate my singing and screaming voice in its natural range, so im glad it was the first one on the album to feature it.

RECHARGED. i wrote this on a bad day but originally as a joke to make myself feel better. the starting sample is actually a stupid deku meme put through many layers of botanica ass sound design to hide it. i got a bunch of funny reactions from my friends after showing them. i actually did feel pretty refreshed after making this. enough to keep moving forward for the day <3

HOLD ME (sunglare from the sun). aside from the weird title shit thats going on with this track, this song is about a conversation i had with myself. my weeks kept feeling like moments of drowning mixed with the most euphoric times of my life on repeat. as much as i wanted to give up on everything i held dear to me, some part of me couldn't let go and encouraged me to keep going. despite all my self-sabotage, a part of me still had some fight left. the way that this song progresses is something that i never thought i could ever accomplish, and im glad that fighting side of me won because i would have never made this song without it.

CANT LET YOU KNOW. the person that this song is about changed my life. i know that the chorus and all that sounds like they sucked, but really i can't help but hope they're doing okay. though i may be afraid to tell them to their face, i hope they find this song and know that im glad they were apart of my life. i just love how corny this song is and I LOVE POLYANA'S VOICE SO MUCH. okay anwya yeah I ALSO LOVE THIS FUCKINNN OUTRO ITS SOOOO PRETTY TO MEEA AAA

SENTIMENTAL ALIBI. kros… FUCKING. KROS. THIS GUY IS MY FUCKING GOAT. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. THIS SONG WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE ALBUM!!! i made a little sketch one day and sent it to him just to hear his thoughts and HE CAME BACK WITH A WHOLE VERSE THAT MATCHED THE VIBES PERFECTLY WITHOUT ANY CONTEXT! and it ended up becoming the WHOLE SONG and one of the biggest projects i've ever worked on. for this entire album being the first times i've ever started working with people, im SO GLAD that my first experiences have results like this. these people have become such important pillars of my life and im so glad we were not only able to communicate that into a song together and work so well together doing it. my fav part of this song is the final climax…this is the first time i really sang my heart out on a chorus,,,,,and I LOVE HOW IT SOUNDS!!! THAT USUALLY NEVER HAPPENS!!!

TAKE A STEP. this song pushed me with the sound design a little and im really happy about it. when i hear this song i always feel a bit of me choosing to be a little hater and cringe at the conry ass message i have in this, but strangely i feel such comfort knowing i can look at those feelings, accept them, and move on despite them. i may think its stupid, corny, cringe, whatever. but i'll keep following those feelings because they have only led me to create this entire project. i will keep taking a step towards the realest parts of me no matter how fucking stupid i sound because its the only way to grow. im really glad this is the last song on the album for this reason.

the entire album means so much to me because this (and hopefully future projects too) will continue to serve as reminders of the lessons, memories, and joy i experienced when creating this project. dare i say, i would need a Sentimental Alibi to free myself from the nostalgia of this project.

i really hope these messages resonated with you <3 thank you so much for reading.

love you, stay safe.

[btssmutficslovingfan01]

Day 9: Lactation | The Daily Life of a Noble

Pairing: Jimin x Hoseok x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 773

A/N: Pregnant warning, mentions of past physical abuse! And really bad descrriptions of how people had sex in the victorian era....like shakespeare made up words too! I may have made some shit up but that's why we write fanfics!

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“I’m so glad we can be together now…” Your husband placed a hand on your belly.

“All three of us…” The Park clan’s middle child placed his hand on the other side of your lower stomach.

“How did this even happen?” You leaned into Hoseok’s embrace.

“Are you still not used to me, dear?” Jimin asked, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Not at all. I’m not used to being loved, I suppose.” Your previous fiance, Hoseok’s brother, was an evil man. He often belittled you and struck you down when no one was watching. And then he died on his way back from visiting the royal palace, killed by assassins. Of course you were worried about your new beloved, but that was before you knew Hoseok.

Jimin came into the picture a few months after you were married to Hoseok, as his guest. And then you heard it, the sounds of their noisy lovemaking. You walked in, unaware of what was happening and thanks to Jimin’s playful nature you ended up staying the entire night. Eventually you ended up taking him as a lover as well, and then shifted into a more deeper relationship between the two, entangled nights a many between them, until you became pregnant with the seeds of their love. It didn’t matter to you who the father was, and neither did they care. They loved you deeply, and knew each would love the baby in his own way, regardless of who’s blood the child carried. The servants whispered about you surely, as Jimin indefinitely lived with you but he was here under the pretenses of business and hospitality as your guest. You knew the servants were no idiots, they surely knew of the nightly partakings you had with your “guest” and husband, sometimes both at once.

You were on the rocking chair as Hoseok pressed a wet kiss to your cheek and Jimin was kissing down your folds. You were quivering, holding your voice back as the servants were probably readying the mansion for your audience with your mother and sisters later. Right now you just needed a release which your lover was more than excited to give you.

“You taste impossibly wet today, my dear.” Jimin hummed as he worked down your sopping bud.

“Oh, look at that, she’s soaked from the top…sweetheart, let me take off that for you.” Hoseok helped you remove your garments and undergarments, both him and Jimin staring at your pregnant body in awe.

“Sixth month and you still look as ripe as the day I arrived.” Jimin kissed your hands with pure love in his eyes.

“She is a vision.” Your husband agreed with his lover. Slowly, your breasts began to leak a thick white substance.

“Is that…oh my….she’s leaking, darling.” Jimin pointed out to your husband.

“I believe that our lady is preparing for the babe’s arrival,” Hoseok replied curtly, closing his eyes and turning his face towards your hardened nipples. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if we had a little taste.” Before you could get a word in, his lips were wrapped around your left tit, suckling them as greedily as he smirked, rubbing the other one with his free hand. And then Jimin began to suck too.

“F-fuck!” You closed your eyes as both men sucked your tits. “Uh-oh…we might be making the babe a little angry.” Jimin said. They shared a laugh as they felt the baby kick your belly. You groaned, feeling needier than usual. “P-please…” You whined.

“Alright, sweet girl. That’s enough. Time for the main event.” Jimin stood up, whipping out his cock for you to take.

“Go on, suck his cock, my love.” Hoseok’s voice rang like church bells in your ears.

“Mmm…” You wasted no time on taking Jimin’s cock in your mouth while your husband squeezed your nipples and slowly lowered his shaft into your entrance. You fucked your lover with your mouth as your husband worked your pussy open.

You clenched around him as he came effortlessly, and with a few more pumps, Jimin’s semen painted your face white and your breast milk coated their bodies as you had your orgasm. Jimin would not stop rubbing your clit while Hoseok fucked you, and on top of all that using his lips, the little cheater! You came easily thanks to his help and collapsed from exhaustion.

“My god…” You moaned. “Thank you.” You sighed.

“You’re very welcome.” Jimin gave you a soft kiss and wiped your face off with a wet cloth.

“Let’s clean off our girl now.” Your husband handed him another cloth and helped you back into your gown.

[ofmistnmoons]

" i'm so... tired... "

/from muichiro :)

Arm shot up to catch, waters clung to the other child’s skin as any other task had been forgetten in favor of offering their service to hold up his younger twin rather than offering protection to himself. Air caught in his lungs, cheek pressed to Muichiro’s own. Where had he come from? Yuichiro had ran this way the second there was report of not one but two upper moons! And now? Sopping wet, Muichiro had fallen into his embrace once that watery prison had been cut asunder by the elder.

Duty to kin came back in a single swing. His fear screaming in his ears, forehead press to Muichiro’s own, he takes a shuddering breath. “You’re burning up… dumbass! Why! Why didn’t you wait for me?! I told you my assignment would only take a day! Why couldn’t you just..!”

It wasn’t his fault. Muichiro didn’t remember him. He couldn’t be upset, after all they were slayers, and it was only natural for muichiro to get his sword fixed right away. Even so, that didn’t stop the sting of failure from trying to consume him.

As much as it did pain him, he couldn’t stay. Not with that fish demon causing havoc. Eyes flicker to the trembling child, staring at him as if he was a phantom.

A click of the tongue, knelt to his height, holding his brother close, as if handing him over physically pained him. Words came out with a snarl as he gingerly laid something worth more precious then the worlds most expensive stone. His sun.

“Watch over him. My crow will remain here with you. If he gets even the slightest sign of getting worse, you send her to me. Don’t even think of leaving his side, or I will take your life myself.”

Thumbs ran across his cheek, a soft expression resting on his face. One kiss to his forehead just as their mother always had done, standing to his full height. A snarl left his lips before he charges once more. This time going for the upper moon that had done this to his brother.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Do you think there's a connection between the 80s and 90s comics mostly only mentioning him offhand without actual appearances and modern comics like Twojar or One Bad Day making him more violent and increasingly taking away his gimmick ? Because I feel like it's two different approaches to the same idea of wanting to have a villain whose thing is being 'smart' on hold in case they want a story where Batman shows off his mental capabilities but not wanting to deal with everything else that comes with the character like the goofyness or having to come up with riddles that don't suck

oh man okay this is such an interesting question and I'm so excited to be able to revisit it when my reread gets into the 2000s and have more perspective to offer

for the time being I do think that it's fair to say that making the Riddler a central antagonist in a story is challenging because he has, like, a relatively narrow gimmick compared to a lot of other rogues and having to actually come up with riddles is a tall order that a lot of writers simply don't want to fuck with.

personally I think the best way to embrace this is to just acknowledge that the riddles are going to be balls to the wall stupid and let the audience understand that Batman is equally unhinged for being able to solve them at all. Batman '66 is frankly great at this, best exemplified in this scene from the movie that no other Batman adaptation has topped yet:

what are any of you talking about! you sound crazy! they are right though, and that's what living in Gotham does to a motherfucker.

for the record I think Batman Forever also actually does this really well without being quite as unhinged. the riddles are actually pretty solid and straightforward; Bruce solves them easily but the real challenge is in putting them together at the end to figure out who's actually behind everything. (it's Jim Carrey, serving cunt.) it's maybe the only part of the movie that actually shows any restraint at all, and I respect that.

the thing is that this approach kind of falls apart if you want to do a more grounded take on Batman that presents the Riddler as the legitimate threat despite being a man who on purpose calls himself the Riddler. I dog on Batman 2022 a lot but at least there you can (charitably) read Paul Dano's shitty little puzzles as being intentionally messy owing to the fact that his Riddler is, you know, a sopping wet miserable catholic redditor who's really just trying to kiss Batman. I do genuinely like that his master plan is incoherent enough that Bruce doesn't crack all of it and misses vital pieces, it's a nice spin on an inexperienced Batman + the complexity addiction that Riddler schemes are so known for.

and like, to be clear, I do still think that Riddler sucks, but other attempts to make him a serious antagonist are so much worse. you mentioned War of Jokes and Riddles and One Bad Day, the latter of which I do think is just. appallingly misguided on literally every imaginable front and betrays an embarrassing lack of understanding of what people actually like and find entertaining about the character in favor of scrubbing him down to a bog standard Hannibal Lecter-flavored evil genius serial killer manipulator.

which is a fine stock character, where would comic books be without easily recognizable bad guy archetypes, etc, but god, not the Riddler. where the fuck is the fun in that? he's just a silly little guy in a leotard. please, stop trying to make this guy scary.

for god's sake. he's just a baby.

anyway I get why it happens though and it's Marketing, and I think specifically the very online and instantaneous nature of fandom in the 21st century. detective comics comics needs people reading their comics and, maybe even more importantly, talking about their comics, and that means leaning really heavily on well-established characters the people give a shit about. most readers are going to be more interested, even passively, in the Riddler than Random Smart Guy Murderer #623, because he's been around for a long time and he's a very ingrained part of the lore.

but everything has to be a fucking event with high stakes now, again because attention is currency, so it can never just be, like, "oh no, the Riddler has Batman trapped in a giant hamster maze," it's the Riddler and the Joker beefing and also the Riddler murdering Kite-Man's son for ??? reasons ??? idk man look how fucked up he is! this guy's serious! he has a question mark scar on his chest! please take him seriously!

and also, back to the first point, it's frankly just easier to write a generic egomaniac smart guy than it is to come up with riddles that are even a little bit good or interesting enough to carry an entire plot. I bet Tom King really thought he was doing something when he settled down to write One Bad Day and decided that the riddles were actually just a fucking power inhibitor the Riddler was putting in place to stop his massive brainmeat from killing everybody he came in contact with, but I think it's actually the sign of Tom King being a lil punk bitch, actually. just admit you don't have the sauce to come up with a riddle and pass the gig onto someone else!

anyway this is why most of my favorite Riddler appearances have him in a supporting role rather than serving as a primary antagonist (think Batman: Unburied, King Tut's Tomb, the Long Halloween/Dark Victory/When In Rome triptych), and his best antagonist appearances have him working with WAY lower stakes that's mostly just trying to get Bruce to pay attention to him (Vol. 2 of the Batman Adventures and Strange Love Adventures 2022).

tl;dr stop trying to make me take this man seriously

[tiredassmage]

because i've gotten severe blorbo brain about one of my bg3 ocs, i think it is about high time i created at least a post to stick the reference material (as limited as that still is) out in the universe for tracking purposes, if that is of interest! so! also bc i generalized my personal bg3 tag, so for those who would like to keep that out of your circles, you may also do so!

baldur's gate content is still generally covered by a #bg3 tag. this is on my own stuff and reblogged content from the game.

my personal stuff for the game (screenshots, oc musings, etc.) will all feature the updated #dot's bg3 tag.

and then the oc tags. which i'll put under a cut to keep this Neat, but also bc they're (the ocs) are a mess in my heads and i'm one of those people that has so many blorbo and has yet to actually complete act iii bc i keep making more of them. sO! without further ado lol--

alucren ❖ the dark urge ❖ human ❖ he/him/his ❖ neutral tagged: #vs: is that... blood? no. nevermind | bg!alucren ❖ lae'zel romance

Technically should be on assassin in my heart. Played on the Fiend Warlock for my delight. Formerly the apprentice of Tyr in a mutual mercenary company prior to the rise of the Dark Urge and [Dark Urge spoilers]. A man as dangerous for his nearly-reckless disregard for personal consequence in his drive to achieve and a dangerously charismatic smile as he is for the sopping wet lost dog look he's capable of giving you. A fractured mirror. A facade. In the cutting words of a uquiz diagnosis once: a fraud, but not necessarily a malicious one, when truly cut to his core. The struggle to overcome the blood and a fervor once readily embraced.

ambrose ❖ lamb of the tempest ❖ human ❖ she/he/her/his ❖ lawful good tagged: #vs: the self is not so weightless / nor whole and unbroken | bg!ambrose ❖ shadowheart romance

Saddest puppy I ever did see and my newest blorbo. Raised primarily to weaponize her talents with sorcery, and a corresponding fear of reprimand for when that (wild) magic does not cooperate as intended. Ambrose was initially fleeing his former masters when the mindflayers struck, and now she has to add the whole mindflayer business to her mountain of concerns with the world. She is very small and has no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress he's under. He should be at the club. Except she'd probably find that overwhelming. Maybe just a good book in his pack will do.

tyr ❖ ex-assassin ❖ wood half-elf ❖ he/him/his ❖ chaotic good tagged: #vs: penance makes poor company | bg!tyr ❖ wyll romance

Former member of a company of mercenaries and assassins and the once-mentor of Alucren prior to his own retirement. Spent a further few years adventuring across the realm with his husband before they settled down to raise two daughters and Tyr took up bladesmithing as a hobby. Potentially knew more of Alucren's history than he ever let on, and has definitely not moved past the self-inflicted guilt of not pushing harder for the younger man to leave with him. Should also be an assassin in my heart if I was better at the playstyle. Stay tuned for if I ever make up my mind about what playstyle to actually do his run on. Imported blorbo from another game, and therefore subject of my giggling because I didn't change his name despite game lore. (It amuses me, let me have this.)

rhyst ❖ the lost paladin ❖ high half-elf ❖ he/him/his ❖ lawful good tagged: #vs: of wings that burn and men who fall | bg!rhyst ❖ gale romance

Lost Golden Retriever puppy. If found, please do not return to the powerful sorcerer that may or may not have been manipulating him to use his natural abilities. Rhyst may have stumbled into the wrong end of a poor deal attempting to serve the memory of an older sister that has raised him. Still a bit wet behind the ears with a giant heart to help that's a bit too easily taken advantage of at times. Rhyst seeks a way out of his stumble from grace and, short of a way to reclaim his Oath, a way forward with the new aspects of his life that may yet still yield benefits for the greater good.

savosta ❖ the ruthless stalker ❖ drow ❖ he/him/his ❖ lawful evil tagged: #vs: is it the spirit or the flesh | bg!savosta

Aforementioned powerful sorcerer's chosen attack hound and war domain cleric, though to which divinity he owes fealty may be nebulous. Singularly driven by his goals and his orders, if no path exists, Savosta will forge one in storm and fury if needs be. Their once-shared master demands the return of the straying Rhyst to their fold, so Savosta intends to deliver. Mindflayers, gods, and the Hells be damned if they stand in his way. (Or are you both merely lost? The marble shaped by the master's hands? Questions he huffs at answering, despite being tempered into cooperation. For now.)

hartley ❖ shapeshifter ❖ he/they ❖ chaotic good tagged: #vs: listen to the wind blow watch the sun rise | bg!hartley

Some may call them arbiter, others merely a rebel. Whatever you prefer, Hartley is an adventurer at heart, treading Silvanus's path wherever the wind leads. Their experiences (and experiments) with wildshaping and other magics have led to a partially shifted state that he tends to prefer. Outside of their favored form of the owlbear, Hartley prefers to wield dual scimitars in their pursuit to defend the natural cycle and challenge those who would see it manipulated for their own gains.

kaimir ❖ an outcast's lament ❖ he/him/his ❖ chaotic neutral tagged: #vs: take it on the other side | kaimir

Kai's ties are... complicated. Varying from sullen and at least somewhat snippish to airy displaces of arrogance, the cards dealt to the young warrior were not particularly favorable, and thus he found the shorter road was to present the realms with what they seemed hellsbent upon assuming of him anyway. While not entirely unmoved by the plight of his kin, his own steps strayed from their particular path years ago. He imagines not a warm reception of his brash tongue. Attempting to soften the edges of their infernal heritage in the depths of a bottle and the blunt strikes of the fist have... varying degrees of success. If he's nothing else, he will be a survivor, and let the realms know it even if it must be through spitting blood.

[prozac-shaped-urn]

wrote a thing. not sure it works. will find out ig. in the meantime tell me what y'all think of it

again, assume this is formatted properly, margins are evenly spaced, everything's centered, yadda yadda yadda

INT. FELICITY'S HOME - BATHROOM - NIGHT Beth and Felicity stand at the sink. Felicity fills up the basin with hot water from a bucket. Beth washes Felicity with a cloth, dipping it in the basin every few strokes. BETH This reminds me of summers with my nan in Myrtle Beach when I was a girl. She lived just off the beachfront. There are six of us cousins, and all of us are sea creatures. FELICITY Did she hose you down before you went inside? BETH Drenched us sopping wet. There was a trail of water damage on her hardwood flooring from the back garden door to the wash room. We fought over who got to shower first, and somehow my cousin Darryl always won. FELICITY Sounds like a terrific childhood. BETH We had our moments like every family, but it was a blast. I miss it… Those innocent days in the sun and sand. Ice cream cones and wiener sausages. Watching the seagulls. Tackling my brother in dodgeball. FELICITY You're the eldest girl. Beth gives her a deigned look. FELICITY Takes one to know one. I have two younger sisters. We don't get along. Never have. BETH I'm sorry. FELICITY It is what it is. I don't keep up with them much anymore. What updates I get, I get from Bobby Dean. He's under no obligation to me, but he wants me to know how Cynthia and Irene are doing, so he tells me. I think it helps him more than it does me. It makes him happy, so who am I to stop that? BETH He loves you. Good man... Good boy. FELICITY He does. We haven't had a perfect relationship by any means, but he sees my flaws and I see his, and we love each other because of them. I don't think it was a conscious decision. We got to know each other as adults and it came naturally. He says I should quit bathing in buckets now that-- Oops -- Beth wasn't supposed to know about that. Beth looks at Felicity, confused. BETH Now that what? Felicity stays silent. Beth pokes at her. BETH Now that what? FELICITY Now that he's sober. It takes a moment for the realization to hit, but when it does -- BETH Is this some kind of penance, Felicity?! Some kind of self-flagellation? She doesn't answer. Beth drops the cloth into the sink and squeezes Felicity in her embrace. BETH We're not to blame. Do you hear me? It's no one's fault. Not theirs, not ours. We carry the weight together. All of us. Bobby Dean is a brave, brave man and you are equally as brave for helping him when he's needed it. Stop doing something you don't want to do just because you think you need to suffer -- You already have suffered, Felicity. There's no need to make it worse. Felicity isn't convinced.

BETH If you don't want to think of it that way, think of it like this: You're stealing his fucking spotlight. Felicity giggles -- that option is better. She agrees. The air is cleared. Felicity taps Beth's arm. FELICITY Your turn. Or would you rather go take a shower at Julie's? Felicity playfully taunts Beth. Beth relents and pulls the drain plug. BETH Just don't get my hair wet. Felicity puts a bathrobe on and pours hot water in the sink. She dips a clean wash cloth in the basin and squeezes it over Beth's hair. Revenge is swift.

~~~ i know it's long. it'll be cut down or cut out entirely if it doesn't work with everything else once i get there.

[icedragonlizard]

Magolor asks "Why don't you people go and bully Marx instead?''

They respond "Marx embraces his evil nature while you are a pathetic wet sopping mess. Also, Marx has never tried to suck up to us with an amusement park."

Magolor then says "YEAH BECAUSE HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT SAFETY REGULATIONS, IF HE BUILT AN AMUSEMENT PARK IT'D GET PEOPLE KILLED"

Marx laughs hysterically. He knows he's less of an ideal bully target because he'd take it better than Magolor does.

When the prankster gets pranked back

[stormcried]

Drake looking at himself in the reflection of the water still didn't feel right. It didn't feel like it was him. Drake couldn't remember certain things. Or, what happened to him. The coldness. That's all he remembered of the event before he woke up here inside of the Poolrooms. Under a few feet of water, encasing him like a cocoon. Was the water meant to protect him from something? Or, was it just automatic? Like... coincidence that he woke up here? Drake still had so many questions. What is this place? Why is he here? Could he find a way out? His stomach grumbling is clearly the answer to that question he needed to find fast.

It's eerily quiet. Save for the small tidal waves of the pools rushing back and forth against the marble floor. Everything in here looked so... bland. The walls... the floors. It's such a eyesore. The nine year old furrowed his brows. Seeming to be rather determined to find the answers he's seeking. But, for the hours that he's been here, he's not heard or seen anyone. Adding to that quiet factor that Drake didn't like. Drake knows that he'd have to wade through the water to get to the next destination across the room.

Carefully, Drake slinks his body into the water. The ripples of a light splash of entering into the pool sent a shiver down his spine. Warm. Oddly warm. His feet dives in first, then to his belly. And then to his upper chest. The pools didn't exactly give him much of a advantage of being small. Drake could still breathe thanks to the three gills against his neck. So, even if he does go deep, he could just swim his way across. Yet, Drake would really prefer to not have his clothes sopping wet... again. Looks like Drake had no choice. His tail behind him pushes him like a propeller. Easily helping him guide through the pools. His legs felt heavy. Like, the water is trying to make him fall over into the wetness and embrace his nature.

"Mpph... where is everyone...?" He groaned quietly. Surely he can't be the only one here. These pools were nice and warm! And, the pools were big enough to fit everyone... so why isn't there more kids? Or at the very least, more adults enjoying the water? At first, Drake didn't seemed bothered by it. All he would keep telling himself is that he would just have to keep looking. But that's been two hours now, he thinks. It wasn't getting any darker neither. Drake didn't even take into consideration that he isn't normal either. Even if he did run into other people... they'd be scared of him. A freak of nature who was once human, like them. Minutes pass of pushing through the water. Time for a break.

He finds the nearest ledge, and pushes himself out of the water, letting the warm droplets from the pool against his skin fall back into the water. The droplets like tiny rainfall as the soaked child now finds himself sitting on the edge of the pool again. This place looked a tiny bit different. But still the same. The same old white walls. The same white floors. The same blue ocean that he could see at the bottom. The same white floors there too. There wasn't much coloration. He just wanted somewhere new to go. Somewhere new to explore. A new environment. But, for now, he has to find the exit. There's one. He's sure of it. His stomach couldn't handle another moment of not being able to eat.

Curling his medium sized tail against his feet, he presses his chin to his knees, watching the water go back and forth again. Drake needed to sleep soon. But, could he actually sleep in the water? Drake didn't want to test that theory. He's actually confused how he's able to breath the air and water. But, he won't question it too much. Not until he learned more about this place. And his food situation. Drake doesn't suppose there is a snack shop around here, is there? He wishes there was... some cotton candy sounded good right about now. "I'm weally hungry..." He moaned quietly, closing his eyes for a moment. He should find somewhere comfortable to sleep, he supposed. Maybe near the waters edge as white noise? Drake hoped someone would find him eventually. They had to...

[downtownbunnybaby]

Loved the firsts with Dico!! Can you do one of Raab too!

Firsts With Chris Raab / Raab Himself

Chris Raab x G!N Reader!

Description: All your firsts with Raab. Fluff SFW.

A/N: ask, and you shall receive. disappeared and came back just to post this. more fics are in the works but I've just been so busy.

Warnings: swearing, typical CKY nonsense.

Word Count: 3,028K

Hug:

In all your years of living in Westchester, you had never seen it rain so much. Naturally, you thought your little group would take a break from filming, considering the flooded streets with rain water and what you could only imagine was the sewer water that had risen. 

Enjoying your day off from the chaos, staring outside your kitchen window, you watched the rain pour. A warm mug of coffee adorned your hands as you wondered what your friends were up to, hoping they chose to take the day off like you. Unfortunately, your wonderings were interrupted as you saw a familiar blonde sprint past your house. Setting the mug down and grabbing your raincoat, you ran outside. 

“Raab?!” You shout, searching for the blonde. Met with silence, you decide to go back inside, then you hear them. 

“Do it again! Run by Y/N’s house,” Bam yells, sprinting to record your reaction. 

“Bam! What the hell is going on?” Swatting the camera from your face, you turn to a sopping-wet Bam and Dico. 

“Just watch,” Says Dico, pointing to the flooded street. And there he was. Raab was running through the flooded streets of Westchester, wearing only a headband, underwear, and sunglasses. 

“HI Y/N,” He says, waving as a car passing honks and splashes him. You’re quick to hand the dirt-covered and soaked boy your coat, sensing he must be freezing.

“This is the dumbest idea you have ever had,” They simply laugh at your annoyance. “Seriously, Raab. You could get hyperthermia,” 

Dico chimes in, “Oh, come on, Y/N, a little mud never hurt anybody,” You roll your eyes at his comment, urging Raab to put on your jacket. However, he simply tosses the fabric to the side and opens his arms for an embrace. Much to your protests, the boy was determined to get you as dirty as he was. Dico grabs ahold of you before you can escape. Bam cackles, recording every second of the chaos. 

“No—don’t. Raab, you’re the worst.” You whine, trying to rid the muddy boy off of you. Of course, knowing Raab, there were flirtatious undertones to the “prank.” 

“You know you love it, Y/N.” He says, making sure all the mud transfers onto your white shirt. His embrace only falters after Dico makes an obvious comment. 

“If I dint know any better…I’d say you have a little crush on Y/N.” Dico and Bam grow hysterical at Raab’s wide eyes and red face, quickly dropping you into the rainwater. 

Holding Hands:

It was evident to everyone that you and Raab had a less-than-normal relationship. The two of you were inseparable, like Bam and Ryan, but with more romantic tension. What started as a bet after watching 16 Candles became a signature aspect of your relationship. 

“That’s stupid,” You say, chucking a handful of popcorn at your TV, making a mental note to clean the mess later. “I mean, why not just hold hands? What's the point of holding pinkies?!” It was your group's weekly movie night, and you had selected the cheesiest 80s film you could find, thinking the night would consist of hilarious commentary from your friends. However, much to your dismay, the boys enjoyed it far more than you ever would. 

Bam interjects your complaints. “Y/N, you wouldn't understand. You don’t have a romantic bone in your body,” A mix of laughter and agreement circles the room. 

“I can be romantic!” Slightly hurt by Bam’s comment, you make a proposition. “I can prove it!.” You had no idea why you said it. Maybe, it was your competitive nature or the fact Raab was looking at you with those soft eyes that had you falling. 

“Yeah, how?” Ryan interjects, laughing at your sudden outburst. Looking around the room, he waits for a response. After not receiving one from you or the other boys, he answers his question. “I bet you Bam’s Lamborghini you can’t go a month holding Raab’s pinky,” 

“Not my Lamborghini, asswipe!” 

“Shut up—what do you say, Y/N?” Scanning the room, you search for any signs of disagreement, but eager faces and wide grins stare back as they await your answer. “Deal!” You exclaim, grabbing Raab’s smallest finger as he grows bright red. 

It was nearing the end of the month, and you had long forgotten about the bet between you and Ryan. You had grown accustomed to holding pinkies with Raab, becoming your little ritual. Like always, you were all in Bam’s basement. Dico, Rake, and Bam eyed Ryan’s watch as midnight was only minutes away. 

“Y/N is 5 minutes away from owning a Lambo,” Whispers Rake, slightly hoping you’d let go of Raab’s pinky so you’d lose and they wouldn't have to hear Bam complain. You and Raab sat on the couch, watching new footage recorded that day, promptly ignoring the boys. Too entertained by the content presented. 

“1 minute,” Whispered Ryan, switching from looking at his watch to you. Bam was beginning to open his mouth to speak when it happened. Laughing obnoxiously loud at Raab’s stunt, you maneuver your hand to embrace his significantly larger one, not caring about any repercussions that may occur. Squeezing your hand, Raab forces you to look at him, a beaming grin adorning his pale skin. 

“Yes!” Shouted Bam, jumping up and down, engulfing Dico in his arms and pointing at you. “You lost!” 

Rolling your eyes at the imprompt interruption, you ask, “What are you talking about?” 

Bam continues shouting, ignoring your question. “I get to keep my Lambo!” Then it dawns on you, the bet. Raab is the first to defend you. “Woah, if anything, hand-holding gives them extra points,” 

“Technically, Ryan said pinkies, and I’m looking at full-on hand-holding. So you lose!” Dico says, laughing in your face. 

“Whatever, THIS is way better than your Lambo.” So what if you didn't own a sports car? You hand a killer hand to hold anytime.

First Date:

Raab would never admit it, but he did not have a romantic bone in his body. However, he’d consider himself dammed if he didn't make your first date special. Everyone knew that you and Raab had feelings for each other. After being friends for many years, Raab finally took the initiative of asking you on a date.

The two of you were excited to spend time together ALONE. That meant no filming, pranks, or stunts, and especially, no CKY Crew to sabotage your date. You both chose a small cafe that had opened up downtown. The both of you enjoyed each other's company, reminiscing about your lives thus far. 

Raab flashes you his signature smile, handing you your latte. “I heard the pranks we filmed at Mcdonald's are going to be in the new Jackass episode,” 

“No way!” You exclaim, taking a sip from the scorching drink. “I got banned from that Mcdonald's because of Dico,” The two of you continue retelling stories about the skits and pranks either of you failed to attend, enjoying each other’s presence and the ambiance of the sweet and small cafe. You noticed Raab drifting from the conversation, his attention drawn to something behind you. 

“Chris? Everything alright,” You ask, grabbing his hand and hoping to gain his attention. 

“Am I crazy, or are that Bam and Dico?!” You quickly snapped your neck back to make eye contact with a terrified Bam. It was a miracle your neck didn't break from the velocity. Strutting towards their table, you make eye contact with a not-so-subtle Dico hiding behind a menu. Chris follows behind, slightly begging for you to ignore them. 

“Y/N! Raab! What a surprise!” Dico begins but is promptly interrupted by you grabbing the menu and slapping his shoulder. 

Raab chimes in, “What are you two doing here?” 

“And don't lie,” You add. 

Like scolded children, the two mumble about spying and being bored without you.

“In our defense, we didn't think you’d see,” Says Dico, trying not to laugh at your fuming demeanor. 

Baffled at his response, you point out the menu. “Dico, you were hiding behind a Wings N’ Things menu! You stand out like a sore thumb,” This elicits a rather loud laugh from Bam, who is simply enjoying sabotaging your date. 

“Well, since we’re all here, how about we sit with you guys?” Interjecting you and Dico’s argument. 

“Great idea, Bam,” Dico snatches his menu from your hands and makes his way to your table, sipping obnoxiously loud on your latte. 

Sleeping in the same bed / Cuddling:

Spending the night at the Margera household is not a taboo to your rambunctious group. You would all live there if April didn't kick you out after the third night. Usually, you slept in the same room as Bam and Dico, not minding the number of times flour and a hard punch struck your face. However, Dico had gotten into the habit of waking up your group with a face full of his ass, followed by a glass-shattering and foul-smelling fart. After witnessing Raab be a victim of this trend for a CKY video, undoubtingly it was hilarious, but you knew better. You would not risk potentially getting pink eye tonight. 

It was 2 AM, Raab had been asleep for a while now, and the rest of the boys were slowly migrating to their respective areas. Of course, Bam offered you a spot on the floor next to his bed, but you would not be taking any chances. 

“You sure you don’t want to sleep in my room?” Bam asked, handing you a blanket. 

“Bam, you know I love you, but Dico is taking this bit too far,” You say, eyeing Dico as he mocks you behind Bam’s back. Bam simply laughs as he bids goodnight, dragging the rest of the boys with him and leaving you alone in the living room. 

It was nearing 3 AM, and you were struggling to fall asleep. You rarely slept alone. Whether it was Ryan’s arm on your forehead or Bam kicking you in the middle of the night, one of the boys was always near you. You were finding solitude to be unbearable. Sitting up, you weigh your options. You could spend a sleepless night in Bam’s living room or risk getting pink eye in his room. You quickly dismissed those options because there was another.

Carefully, you made your way up the stairs, trying your best not to wake anyone up. Reaching the guest bedroom, you hesitantly walk up to the closet Raab inhabited. Knocking softly, you waited for the boy to greet you. The rest of the crew would have laughed at the fact you treated the closet like his house. But you felt it was the polite thing to do, considering it was 3 AM. The closet opened abruptly, interrupting your thoughts and forcing you to stare at the sight in front of you. Raab’s hair was disheveled, blonde strands sticking in every direction. His shirt was off, sporting, a slightly annoyed facial expression, expecting to be pranked by Dico or Bam. However, his frown turned into a sleepy grin, realizing it was you, not Dico.

“Y/N?” He asked, confused as to why you were here. 

“...Hi,” You replied, “Can I sleep with you? Don’t feel like waking up to a face full of Dico ass today.” Softly laughing at your response, he welcomed you into his nook. It looked pretty comfortable, considering the location of it all. 

Raab helps you situate yourself in the dark closet. Your bodies were unbelievably close. You could feel his breath exhaling from his nose in your ear as he spoke. “It’s a tight fit. I hope you don’t mind,” You didn’t mind. You never would. If it meant you could always be this close to him. 

Dico is the first one up in the morning. He rushes downstairs to wake you up but is bewildered to see you aren't there. The only remains of your presence are the blanket Bam lent you discarded on the floor with your hoodie. He makes his way to the kitchen, asking April if she’s seen you. 

“Sorry, Dico. Have not seen them,” Ignoring his complaints, she continues making breakfast, asking him to call the rest of the boys down before he continues his search. 

“Bam! Wake up!” Dico is leaning over Bam, shaking him until he responds to his dramatic pleas. Bam simply groans, covering his face with a pillow. But Dico is persistent, shaking him until he responds. 

“What the hell, Dico?! What is so important,” It takes Dico several moments to respond, enjoying the present annoyance on Bam’s face. By the time he does answer Bam’s questions, Rake and Ryan are also up. 

“Who’s missing?” 

“Y/N’s missing?” Ryan rubs the sleep from his eyes before proposing a solution. “Let’s have breakfast and then look for them. The boys agree. Of course, how could they search for their friend on empty stomachs? 

“Alright,” Bam says, pushing Dico off of him. “Can someone get Raab?” Then it hits them all at once. In seconds, Dico is shouting for Bam to get the camera. He motions for everyone to follow him once Bam starts recording. They make their way to the guest room, giggling at their plan. Opening the closet door, they gawked at the sight. You’re under Raab’s arm, almost on top of him, his firm embrace bringing you closer throughout the night. Dico almost feels bad for what he’s about to do, but then he remembers the cameras and forgets about remorse and decency. 

Dico pulls his pants down, aiming his behind over you and Raab’s face. Only briefly stopping when you stir, bringing Raab closer to you. Squatting, he lets it out, mostly on your face. The impact, plus Bam slapping both of you, wakes you up. 

“Ow,” You shout. “What the fuck was that?!” Cackling and shouting, the boys run out of the room as you bolt up. 

Raab exits the closet, crawling. “You just slapped us in the face, and we wake up to some ass, RIGHT THERE,” The boys return. Dico is on the floor, breathless, as he mocks both of your responses. Even Jess had joined the party, laughing at Dico’s retelling of the events. 

“That’s what you get for scaring us,” Says Bam, holding you in his arms, giggling before he continues his dramatics. “You had us worried sick,” 

You lightly push him. “At least Raab doesn't kick me in the middle of the night,” Bam rolls his eyes. He shoves you, so you fall on Raab, who simply smiles at the fact you prefer him over Bam. 

Kiss:

You were all filming for the latest episode of Jackass, you had filmed with the new crew several times prior, but this was the first time Raab and the rest of the CKY group had flown down to Los Angeles to join you, Bam and Ryan. Everyone had an underlying desire to impress the Jackass guys, especially Raab. Not only did he want to impress Knoxville and Tremaine, but he wanted to impress YOU. Sure, you were the same Y/N from Westchester, but you were in LA now, and he feared you’d end up dating some Hollywood hotshot instead of him. That fear led him to a circumstance destined for failure. He squatted in a rusty shopping car, telling Bam to push him as hard as possible. 

“I don't know, Raab, this is sketchy, even for us. There’s no bush to catch you.” 

“Bam, just do it,” Low and behold, Raab’s head broke his fall as he plummeted to the asphalt of the vacant grocery store. Everyone laughed as soon as the dirty blonde hit the ground. Of course, you were the first to help him, followed by Knoxville, who felt he had a moral obligation to check if the younger boy needed a medic. 

“Rabb, you alright?” Johnny’s southern drawl confused the boy below him, eliciting several nose scrunches as a response. “You took quite the hit. Let Y/N help you up,” Raab perked up at the sound of your name, instantly lending you his arm to help him up. He tried his best to talk to you, but the slur of his speech prohibited any form of coherent sentences. The group laughed at his poor attempt at flirting with you. 

“Looks like he fell hard for you, Y/N,” Dico chimed in. Once again, the group roared with laughter at Dico’s pun, and Raab slurred a “Shut up!” in response. 

At the hospital, Raab practically begged for you to remain at his side as the doctor observed and treated his concussion. Of course, the film crew was eating up the flourishing romance. Bam leans over to whisper in Raab’s ear. He shook his head, but Bam softly nudged him, “Come on, just do it,” 

“Y/N, I feel terrible. Can you kiss it better?” He asks, pointing to his bandaged head, avoiding your gaze. Giggling, you complied with his silly request. “Anywhere else, Chris?” He looked at Bam, who only leaned onto Knoxville, laughing. Testing his luck, he pointed to his cheek and then his lips. Not expecting you to do it, he turned his head to the camera and Knoxville to verbally end the episode. However, before he could start, you softly grabbed his chin, tilting his head towards you before leaning in. Even in his hazy state, he could feel himself melting into you. As you pulled apart, he felt himself going for more, but the gasps and laughs from your friends, including your hand on his chest preventing him from moving forward, brought him back to reality. 

“Well, Raab, what do you have to say?” It was Knoxville. 

Despite his concussion and the unbearable pain he was experiencing, he was beaming with joy, a wide grin adorning his face. “I’m Jackass. You’re watching Raab Himself, and Y/N just kissed me.” Smiling, you kiss his cheek, causing Raab to throw his head back in delight. 

“Careful now. Don't want you getting another concussion.” Said Johnny, one hand on his chest and the other on Bam’s shoulder as the room laughed at the younger boy in front of them. 

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[demigoddessqueens]

i have no power, my love do not ask of me

RATING: M, 18+, SMUT, SMUT AND MORE SMUT

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36172087

He had you trapped underneath his embrace, arms splayed across the desk and legs wrapped around his torso. On top, Silco worshipped your mouth and your breasts with his own. How could such a man as he be so sinfully attractive and loving to you? Tongues clashing in frantic, desperate antics, as you felt the heat and wet only growing to where he entered you.

It had been a spur of the moment for you both. You, waiting anxiously for the man you adored as ran to hell and high water all for the sake of preserving his leadership and achieving his dream.

And Silco, a man who had just survived death yet again that he lost count and who sought your arms and body after what may seem to be the end to his plans. As soon as he rushed through the door, and saw you sitting there waiting for him, it was now or never for him.

Love and respect were not two things that came exclusively to Silco, but for some godforsaken reason, he considered himself a lucky bastard to have found that with you. The love and loyalty that he forged with you over the years was only reserved for two, and it was best to keep that way.

Besides, he at least had you all to himself and an added bonus was the liking that Jinx had taken to you as a second parent. Underneath that façade, Silco was a desperate man and he would desperately go to the ends of the earth to preserve what he had built up over the years. Starting with you.

Your body felt as if a thousand matches had ignited inside your soul, head filled with a lustful daze and your sopping core having gone numb. He had brought you pleasure with his mouth as soon as he returned, but given how infinite both of your pleasures felt, it was a blissful numbness to the orgasms you brought to each other.

He, lapping at your cunt as if it was the last drink of nectar he craved on this material plain, and your kisses that laced from his cock to his chest.

The last one you placed before he spurred on was his burnt and marred profile. You always admired that particular side of his face. It reminded you of the man who was a survivor, who fought for his life and for his life with you.

Silco was the farthest from a vain, arrogant man but your kisses on the side that reminded him of his beastly nature proved otherwise. There was more to the man who became feared in both cities, but only those who held his heart would ever see that side.

With a final ragged "Oh god!", Silco came for the last time, snapping and thrusting his hips faster than he had before. He returned your tender kiss with a fiery one, a hand clutching yours with fingers intertwined while the other grabbed at your breast. Your walls clenched feebly at a last attempt to chase your pleasure, savoring every last second of it. Coming down from his high, Silco faced you as his forehead pressed against yours.

"Don't ever tell anyone I'm like this...don't...not even.."

You cut him off with a reassuring touch. "I would never do that to you...never."

He took your lips with his again, breath slowed and the heart that ceased to hammer any faster in his chest. You two remained that way for a while, just an intimate moment with soft kisses and lingering eyes, before he rose and re-adjusted his bearings.

You slowly got up from the desk and tried adjusting your clothes as best you could.

“Will I see you later this evening?”

Your lover turned to face you. For a short while, you could have sworn you saw a weak smile form across Silco’s face. It tugged at your heartstrings at times, that such a hardened, scarred and feared man could be so gentle and loving when he wanted to.

“Do not fret, love. You won't be alone tonight, and you’ll have me all to yourself soon.”

You acknowledged his sentimental statement as he left, yet something lingered and made you think otherwise. Later that evening, amidst the commotion of the Council rent asunder by ash and fire, the doubts that had lingered felt as if they were finally true.

Whether it was in the explosion or elsewhere, you had felt the connection to your other half fade away that night.

“Lying’s a sin Silco, but that’s not the worst one you committed this evening.”