#SHAKE THAT ASS🐺

[berry-s0da]

Culona core

[monmuses]

He had made that last comment purely for the sarcasm. He was not a morning person and didn't wake up well when it was time to get ready. In the middle of the night was a different case, almost squinting his heavy eyelids towards the frail kid. Was he shaking?

" ... why are you shivering so much, it's not cold outside--" A pause. He reacted to the shriek, like preparing his face for a literal hurricane of words hitting his face. Cue another series of slow, simultaneous blinks. He was way too tired for this.

" ... and you thought the best time to do this ... was when I'm trying to sleep. Are you stupid?" He wasn't ready to lose sleep for this. "Dude, I'm not here to take sides ... and I don't want to do this when it's ... what, two in the morning?"

Jimmy hadn't realized that Tweek had balled up a part of his shirt in his fist, glancing down at it before looking at him back up again. Now, his eyes were a little more open, clearing his groggy throat to speak up above a whisper, " ... I'm gonna ask you this nicely. Let go of my shirt. I'm not here to fight you ... and risk getting one of the teachers to come over here to check out why your nose is broken in the next five minutes."

   Tweek trembled uncontrollably, with nerves, with rage.  His little arrangement with Craig was already bad enough, but now that guy had to go getting others involved, too.  If too many other people found out, Tweek’s secret would be out of the bag, and he’d be expelled, and his family’s secret might get out as well, and then who knew what would happen to him?

   “I’m not your new fucking neighbor!” Tweek shrieked, without caring who else in the dorms heard him.  He lived with his parents and didn’t need to stay in the dorms with all the other boys, which was both a blessing and a curse, depending on the particular day.

   He stepped forward and balled the other boy’s T-shirt up in his bony fist, snarling.  “You and Craig both think you’re s-so shittin’ cute.  Ack!—it’s pathetic that h-he needs you to help him d-deal with me.”  Saliva began to gather and foam at the left corner of his mouth.  “If you try to play the g-goddamn middleman between us again, I’m gonna make you—rrr—re-regret it!”

[quokkadoolsetnet]

NSFW SKZ TWT LINKS

mdni

🥟 destressing after a busy week

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

pegging 🐥 for the first time after he begged you to

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

🐺 sending you a video to show how much he misses you

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

teasing 🐿️ until he whines and begs for your pussy

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

tying up 🐰 and giving him exactly what he deserves

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

letting 🐶 hump your thigh while you try to sleep -THIS LINK IS NO LONGER WORKING-

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

edging 🐷🐰 until he is shaking

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

desperate 🦊 humping the bed while you play with his pretty ass

[dollycxre]

req: Hi I really liked your fic with Athena and I would like the same fic with Hades if you don't mind. Thanks in advance!

yandere PJO! Hades x demigod! darling 💀🐺👑 - general hcs

I would like to start off by establishing that I truly and firmly believe that Hades would NEVER hurt you or torture you like some of the other gods and goddesses *agressive coughing* Athena, Ares and Hera *more aggresive coughing*

Well and truly he is too in love with you to even THINK about that

I mean have you seen how he reacted to Persephone hating him at the start of their relationship???

Anyways, I believe that the way you would meet is if you were a mother figure to Nico

Nico was immediately drawn to you, an older camper who had stayed back to help Chiron as a counsellor

You weren't afraid of him like most other councellors, rather, like Percy and Annabeth, you saw him as more of what he was; a child who just needed love and affection, a neglected and abandoned child who had to grow up too soon

He's rightfully suspicious and offstanding to you at first but if you act the correct way around him, he definitely takes to you

He starts opening up to you about different things, how he felt about his sister's death, how he felt about Jason's death and how he was struggling to see the point in anything

Comforting him at any time late in the night because he's anxious and depressed and being the one to introduce him to Will also helps :)

I think after he starts dating Will is when he takes you to introduce you to his dad because he finally feels like he has a mother

And that is when you, unfortunately, catch the attention of the Lord of the Dead himself

It's very very hard to gain Nico's trust, considering what he's been through, Hades knew you must have a heart of gold or atleast cared about Nico to have one around him

He finds you intriguing, the way you stand tall to him and only give him a stiff bow, how you roam about and talk to his ghoul servants with ease and of course, how well you're able to take care of and calm down Nico

So his inner stalker starts acting up and he starts sending his servants to spy on you, following you around in the darkness, watching you in the shadows, showing up in your dreams, resulting in them melting into nightmares

Waking up trembling and sweating because of the horrifying creatures and distant memories tormenting you :(

Hades hates tormenting (traumatizing) you but he can't really help it since he needs to know your routine to kidnap you

Actually, I don't know why I censored that, he does kidnap you

He basically sets his furies on your ass which sucks for you but he had no choice

Like imagine just having a quiet, comfortable time in your cabin, all alone with just a nice book and your favourite drink

And then screeching she-demons descend on you and literally drag you all the way to the underworld

Of course, you were having absolutely NONE of that, kicking and screaming

But he gets you eventually

As soon as they deposited you in your bedroom, the man himself comes to see you

Hades confesses to you immediately and tells you he loves you

You immediately remember the story of Persephone and shove him away in horror

From then on, it's just a never ending cycle of him trying to win you over with his wealth and confessions of undying love

Visiting your bedroom everyday with flowers from Persephone's garden

They're beautiful of course but that doesn't mean you'll forgive him

Chucking things from your incredibly expensive bedroom at him while he just stands there and stares at you sadly before leaving

Yelling at him and begging for him to take you back home but he just shakes his head no and apologizes to you over and over

This could go either of two ways, depending on the kind of person you are

1. You keep fighting against him until you finally give in, accepting your situation and deciding to make the most of it

2. You accept his love, thinking that it's better to have undying love than mortal love

He'll be delighted when you finally storm out of your room and go to his throne room, calmly informing him that you accept his proposal

He ADORES you

He's very clingy and he wants you in the throne room with him at all times

He's the kind of person to stare at you for hours and get completely distracted from his job

Like most of the times, you're gonna have to be the one to interview the souls who come to meet him because he's too busy gazing at you

He loves being romantic and will wake you up every day with flowers

He isn't very touchy-feely, he's more of a gift giver kind of person

I mean, he's the god of wealth for god's sake

He will literally get you ANYTHING you want

Even if it's sold out EVERYWHERE, he will personally commission Hephaestus to make it for you

Literally dream of anything, anything that you could possibly want and boom, the next morning, you wake up with it on your bedside table

All he wants in return is a little kiss every day and you telling him you love him

He's one of the gods who will let you roam the above world

He knows that he treats you so well, you'll come back to him anyways

He loves taking you on romantic dates to literally any place you want

Renting out the Eiffel tower just for the two of you is quite the common occurrence, it's his favourite place for a date <3

Complete gentleman, notices everything about you and will literally just chuck money at people, gods, ghosts and monsters alike to make whatever you want happen

Even the slightest show of affection from you is enough to make this poor god pass OUT

Like imagine picking a pretty flower from the above world for him and presenting it to him in the throne room??

He almost fainted of happiness and immediately ordered it to be planted in the royal garden so he could go and gaze at it for eternity

He's in the seventh heaven when you tell him you love him

For everyone wondering what's going on on the Persephone aspect of things, I think she'd be pretty damn pissed at first

Not only because he kidnapped ANOTHER girl

But also because that's her husband??

But unlike Minthe, he actually defends you and refuses to let her hurt you or turn you into a plant and crush you

Eventually, depending on your behaviour and attitude towards her, Persephone will either hate you but not do anything about it, learn to tolerate you OR she'll love you <3

Maybe a little too much....

I mean, you caught her husband's eye....so surely there's something about you that intrigues her too....

But that's a good thing!.....right?

Good luck to you if she ends up turning yandere for you because she is definitely not as soft-hearted and non-violent as Hades

Either way, living in the underworld turns out not to be so bad, especially when you can wander around in your choice of clothes all day, throw money around on things you want, living in a gigantic palace decorated to your design and basically do whatever you like in return for loving an actually really sweet god

Y'know, even if it IS completely filled with spirits and zombies

But that's just minor details in exchange for literally anything in the world....right?

Also, Cerberus ADORES you

Even if you have dog allergies, since he isn't technically a real dog, his 'fur' doesn't affect you

Will follow you around everywhere, begging for pets with all 6 of those cute puppy eyes

Also loves playing fetch :3

Once Nico found out that his father kidnapped you, his reaction was something along the lines of silent, shocked staring

"Nico...I can expla-"

"What. The. Fu-"

He gets used to it pretty fast, he's used to his father's weird, obsessive antics by now

And besides, it just means he gets to spend more time with you <3

I have this irrelevant hc that he likes dragging you with him to his father's throne room and giving him a forceful makeover, just to embarrass him

Hades puts up with it, mostly because he's a softie

In terms of punishments and such, the only time he'd really get pissed is if you tried cheating on him

Like he is so whipped for you that he is willing to let anything slide...except for disloyalty

Even then, the most he'll do is isolate you

He really can't keep himself away from you either

Mostly, he'll just send his minions to guard you a lot more

Which is just more inconvenient and annoying than anything mentally damaging

Overall, he's one of the tamest yanderes in terms of Greek gods

He really doesn't want to hurt you, he just wants you to stay with him forever

He's just clingy :)

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Get rid of it.

🐺Daryl Dixon x Reader

You and Daryl never fought, until you did. Daryl relives old traumas while you stay at Hilltop.

To everyone around, you and Daryl seemed like the perfect couple.

And you two felt like it too.

Daryl always claimed to be blessed having you at his side. You had never once complained about his upbringing showing through in his actions, or got scared of him after finding out what he was. A monster. But not to you.

The two of you were the perfect picture for a new family.

Except that couldn’t be further from the truth.

The two of you had never fought in your time together, not even when Daryl distanced himself after he thought he scared you and convinced himself you wanted to leave. But today the whole community was turned upside down by Daryl’s roaring voice directed at no one else but you.

You had cone back from the infirmary after some nausea and constant tiredness, only to find out you and Daryl had been less careful when being intimate than you at first thought. Your heart pounded out of your chest as you walked into the house where he sat in his chair, cleaning his crossbow.

“Daryl, look!” You were smiling so bright it piqued Daryl’s interest enough to put down his stuff and get up to look at the little thing in your outstretched hands.

“Nah.” His eyes went wide with horror, all color draining from him as he shoved you aside and in long strides barely made it to the counter before his lunch met the sink. You followed his movements and stared in shock. You never saw him puke, ever. He could stomach anything, never even getting nauseous in the slightest but now you watched him empty his stomach right there in front of you.

Your arms lowered as you pocketed the little white stick that showed the perfect little future others would often joke about. It was going to become real now and you were excited, but it seemed Daryl felt different about it.

With tears streaming down his cheeks and drool hanging off his lip he turned his head ever so slightly to look at you. “Ya never asked me. M’tellin’ ya no, right now.” He was still heaving over the sink, barely moving as he stood, visibly shaking on his legs.

“Daryl, you okay?” Moving forward ever so carefully you reached out for his arm but got your hand swatted away with a loud, angry growl.

“Get the FUCK away from me!” The change in his voice knocked the wind out of you, making you back up all the way agains the front door where you had a chance to run but still see Daryl. “Daryl, what’s going on?” The fear was catching up to you and you felt disgusted by yourself. You didn’t fear him, it was one of the qualities he loved about you and praised you for but now with his strange reaction you couldn’t help but want to run and hide.

Especially because he was now making his way up to you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and a look in his eyes you couldn’t seem to figure out.

You were halfway onto the porch, your heartbeat ringing so loud in your ears you barely heard his snarls. “I thought you’d be happy.. I want this.” You stammered through the short sentence, hand gripping the edge of the stairs so hard you were convinced you’d bruise your fingers.

With a rough breath Daryl got right in your face. “Ain’t NO WAY I’m lettin’ ya go an’ do this.” his hand swung out, right in front of your face, but passing it barely as he pointed back in the direction of the infirmary. “Ne’er asked ya fer a kid!” His voice traveled, and already started gathering curious looks from folks. “Yer gonna march yer ass back to Denise, and get FUCKIN’ RID OF IT!”

His roared command had you stagger backwards and almost trip down the stairs, barely catching yourself before storming off in fear.

You wanted to scream back at him, tell him how badly you wanted this. For how long you had wanted this but words caught in the back of your throat and wouldn’t come out so you just did as he asked and ran.

Denise immediately caught on when you came back in crying your eyes out, letting you sit off to the side until you ran out of tears and caught your breath enough to talk somewhat okay again.

“I take he didn’t like the surprise? I’m really sorry. I hope he just needs some time to let it all sink in.” Denise had sat down cross-legged on the floor with you, holding out a hand for you to take and ground yourself.

“He got so scared.” You were barely believing your own words. Daryl didn’t get scared ever. “Then he got mad..”

Your words shocked the medic, having known and gotten close to Daryl for a while now and had seen her share of arguments between the archer and other adults in the community, but to say she had ever seen him seriously mad would be a lie. “I’m so sorry. What did he say?”

Back at the house Rick had sent the onlookers away as he and Carol went inside, following after their angry friend.

“Daryl.” Rick’s tone was stern, his aura oozing authority but quickly dropping the act as he saw his brother’s bloodshot eyes and trembling hands. Carol read each and every one of his tells like she was the one who labeled them all in the first place and knew he was close to losing the last bit of his humanity he was currently desperately clinging onto. “Please tell us what happened?”

She knew her action could end up badly but decided to step towards her best friend, offering a hand to ground him like you normally would when his emotions got the best of him. The growl that left the hunter as he breathed out filled the room with an eery energy. Back at the quarry when Daryl still lost his temper more often there were woods around where he could run and hide into, but now he was inside of a house, inside of a community with high walls that even he couldn’t climb easily. He had to keep a hold over himself now.

“..Pup.” He had a difficulty finding his words, eyes unable to focus on anything and looking frantically around the room. “She.. She tol’ me jus’ now.” Hands went from pockets to sleeve ends back to being chewed on or swiping at loose strands of hair that were suddenly the most distracting things in life, wanting to tear them out right that second. “Sent ‘er off to Denise.”

"Why send her to the infirmary, Daryl?" It was Rick's turn to question him again. He was unsure of his reasonings, why would he send you away after such news?

Daryl’s annoyed but confused grunt had the other two confused along with him. Were they supposed to know his reasonings? He never spoke about the subject of having a family with you, they only knew about his shitty father and dead mother.

“Get outta my house.” Daryl’s voice was calm and the message was clear. After giving each other a look they agreed it was best to follow the man’s request and leave him be for now. Halfway out of the door though, they both stopped and turned to face their friend once more. “You’ll do great, don’t doubt that please.” Carol’s look was one of sadness while Rick added to her reassuring words with a smile and a nod.

Neither did anything to calm the hurt inside of Daryl, instead only getting on his nerves more than they already had by showing up.

“I said get the FUCK OUT.” With a long stride forward he backed them out onto the porch with a roar and slammed the door shut, locking it and retreating downstairs.

While Daryl turned to sleep to keep his anger at bay, Rick went home and Carol took a detour to find you and Denise still sitting on the floor of the infirmary.

Your eyes were puffy and red as you looked at her from down below and followed her movements to where she sat down with you two.

With a heavy heart you repeated the events from before Carol spoke with Daryl and after some more reassuring she agreed to walk you home again.

Once inside you thanked the universe for Daryl not being in the main area and you could go to bed without any more trouble.

Sadly drama didn’t stay at bay for long. The next you were sitting at the dinner table with your breakfast when Daryl came upstairs from his basement room, looking like absolute hell. His hair was an even bigger mess than it normally was in the morning, and you swore the bags under his eyes were a few shades darker than usual.

You wanted to ask him how he was feeling, but the stare and low growl that left him was enough of an answer by itself.

Sighing at yourself you decided to give him more time and went to follow your daily routines as usual and let him make the initial contact when he was up for it.

You ate dinner alone that evening. The other half of your bed stayed empty that night. And another scowl after the first few sniffs of the day were again the only interaction you had.

Today’s issue was worse. You both had nothing to do and were going to be in each others’ way somehow.

You were spending the day around the house doing chores, taking a quick shower and making dinner prep early so you had some time to relax. You were having a small meal to take your new vitamins with when Daryl came upstairs and tried his best to avoid you. His only problem was his weapons that laid beside you on the table.

Involuntarily he sniffed the air, like a reflex his animal side never is human form and all he could do was try to shake off the conflicting feelings it brought. He wanted to bury his nose in your hair and keep inhaling your delicious scent, but with every intake of breath it felt like someone shot a bolt through his chest, the screaming in his head only getting louder each time.

“I’ll leave if you want me to.” Your tone was dry and unamused. “S’not it..” It was the most he had said to you since your last fight, but it was clear he was holding back a lot of his thoughts. You knew Daryl had a horrible upbringing and were aware of his fear of being a bad parental figure, but he had proven the opposite many times over already. Still you got up to put your plate away, “You know you’re the only one who thinks you’d be a shitty dad, right?”

Your words seemed to only anger him further as he growled way louder now, making you turn to him and see him standing in the middle of the room, visibly shaking. “Why aint ya listnin’ ta me?” He wasn’t looking you in the eyes, nervously moved his weight from one foot to the other.

Why weren’t you listening? He had barely heard the news and freaked out so bad he never gave you a chance to talk before barking you out the door. Literally.

“Listen to you?” Now it was your turn to get angry. “You haven’t even given me a chance to talk!” Your sudden snap had him step back, eyes wide in panic. “Not even a chance to discus! An immediate no and angry barking was all I got. You wouldn’t even let me tell you how bad I want this, for how goddamn long I’ve wanted this!”

Your blood boiled now, were you finally seeing that bad side Daryl always talked about? “I’m keeping it. Just stay away if you can’t agree.” With your arms crossed over your chest you sniffled, all the fighting was really getting to you.

“Just FUCKIN’ listen!” Daryl’s words more of a roar than a yell, coming from deep down along with the change in his eyes that only happened when his beast tried to come out.

“I ain’t gonna let tha’ thing kill ya! Not like it killed her!” The second the words left his lips he dropped to his knees, his body jerking with each ugly sob that racked his entire being as the memories he tried to forget resurfaced with a force that knocked the wind out of him.

“F— fuck..”

With each intake of breath your scent filled his nostrils and brought back the trauma he so desperately tried to keep at bay. He shared more with his loved ones these days, but not this. Never this.

——

“Dee, hey.” Her voice was quiet, but a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, making him quicken his steps up her driveway where he had just parked his bike. Within seconds he her, his face stuffed in her frizzy curls. “God, ya smell delicious today. Wanna live ‘ere With ma face in yer neck.” The low grumble in his chest was something she could never get enough of, but she needed to pry him off in order to continue with his surprise. “Come inside, baby. Got something for ya. Promise you’ll love it.”

Once inside he found a small box with his name on it. “Go on, look!” Daryl sat himself down on the blanketed couch, much nicer than the ratty one full of holes and broken springs he had at home. He ever so carefully reached and lifted the lid off the box, his eyes lifting to stare at his girlfriend. “Yer kiddin’ me, aintya?” His briht blue eyes shone with excitement at the sight of the small white plastic showing off two little pink lines that indicated the next step towards their future.

“Mom was so excited, she insisted in coming along because she said she knew already anyways.” She laughed at her lover as he had gotten up to round the small table and envelop her in the most loving hug. “Yer mom’s amazin’ fer bein’ fine with us. With this.” He barely believed it every time he came up to her home. He found someone who looked past his racist family members and actively helped him lessen those habits integrated into his person from a young age. Even her family accepted the young ‘white trash’ boy her daughter had brought home those years ago. Hell, he was more than happy to keep his family out of this whole ordeal and never see them again after this news.

“Shit, we gotta get all kinds’a baby stuff now. Ain’t sure where ta start..” There was another thing prodding at the back of his mind. “Hey, what’s yer parents gon’ say when they see the kid and it aint, ya know..” He made a hand gesture to figure out how to say what he wanted, but failing entirely. “What if it aint human?”

The soft giggle that left her lips was like heaven on earth and calmed his nerves in a second. “Dee, they know about you and accepted that part of you too, even if they’ve never seen it before.”

That day’s news was followed by a few days of Daryl packing up his belongings and officially moving in with his partner, leaving his family behind for safety reasons. If they ever found out he was having a child with someone who wasn’t as much white trash as they were, shotguns would be loaded and a hunt would be started.

To their family’s luck the other Dixons stayed away and the weeks passed quietly and turned into months. The spare room cleared out and turned into a nursery for the little one. Even without the usual doctor’s appointments due to Daryl’s fear of seeing something they shouldn’t on the ultrasound she was healthy and the kid had a steady heartbeat.

Only two more weeks before they’d meet their child.

With time passing quick they got a lot of visits from her parents. While mom stayed with the mother to be and helped with cooking and laundry, keeping the house clean and making sure the soon to be mother was doing alright, the men w worked on the last finishing touches in the nursery and baby-proofing the home.

After working the whole day everyone had gathered in the kitchen, where father sat at the dinner table and mother cooked while the two lovers stood leaning agains the counter. Daryl’s back rested against the cupboards with her back against his front, his hands below her belly to relieve some weight. “Kid’s active. Been like tha’ all day?” Even now Daryl still had his nose in the crook of her neck, taking in her delicious scent.

With all the plates and food on the moved out of Daryl’s grasp, slowly waddling towards her spot as Daryl grabbed their drinks off the counter. His back was turned to her what she groaned in pain. He turned just in time to see her drop to her knees and let out a cry. In a second her scent turned foul as she screamed.

Blood.

Her pastel sweats stained red down to her knees, choked sobs leaving her as her arms clutched around her swollen belly that violently spasmed.

No. It wasn’t her muscles spasming. The pup woke early and needed a way out. He picked up the energy of a panicked wolf amidst the chaos of his own fear, her pain and her parents’ shouting.

Frantic breaths and quickened heartbeats then turned to silence, and with a loud thud she fell.

His vision went black and the voices now screamed at him. “I knew we shouldn’t have let her go through with this! I warned you it wasn’t safe!” The man’s voice rung right above him where Daryl knelt over his love, ear pressed against her chest, her belly but hearing nothing. Only the loud, soul crushing sobs of her mother. “Y.. You.. Killed.. Her..” she spoke between sobs. He didn’t know what to do, his body ached all over and his mind howled to drown out the curses thrown at him.

“You’re nothing but a monster! A.. A murderer!” That was the last thing he heard before he lost himself and ran. His feral side took over and forced him to turn, run back to the woods he knew like home.

Its where he spent weeks, hiding from humanity. Its where he swore to never have another child again.

——

“Please.. Get rid of it, m’beggin’ ya..” His gaze was still focused on the floor, a wet stain from his tears right under his shaking form.

His words struck you where it hurt. You felt his pain, but you couldn’t be sure what happened back then would happen now. You quickly fond solutions to things that happened back then, ruling them out and seeing no reason to give up this child out of fear. “I’m sorry..” You wanted so badly to please him, but after a lifetime of never having anything you wanted you weren’t going to accept no. “I’m going to keep it, I see your fears but I want this.” Yeah, it was selfish, but you had to not care about that for once. “I’ll leave for Hilltop tomorrow. Maggie’s there and they have a doctor, so we’ll be safe.”

And so you did. Daryl gave no response to your decision but was gone when you came back downstairs. He stayed gone over the time you spent packing and getting a vehicle ready and you assumed he’d gone out into the woods again. Rosita drove out with you, trying to keep a conversation going but you were too distracted scanning the woods for a sign of your lover, but you never caught him and soon arrived at Hilltop.

It wasn't fun having to again repeat why you were there and Daryl wasn't, but Maggie made sure you were comfortable and getting your needed checkups over time.

Against the better judgement of the others you always sat in on radios to Alexandria that brought updates from and to you.

"Thanks for willing to show up this time. She's doing great." Jesus was the one updating today, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as he smiled at you sitting beside him. The line stayed quiet for a second before Daryl's voice came through. "Course she's still fine now. Pup aint big enough ta harm 'er yet."

With that the line went quiet again and you were left with no updates on their side for now.

Having no other option than accepting it for now you went back to your daily routine of helping around the community by doing light tasks. You wondered how Daryl would respond if he knew you were out and about instead of resting in bed the whole time had things gone better. He'd blow a fuse for sure.

In Alexandria Daryl was finally home long enough to be cornered by Rick and Carol. He wanted nothing more than to run, but his endless hunting and changing forms constantly had him exhausted, so his only choice now was to hear his friends out.

“Would you please share why you fought so bad about this?” Carol asked after a moment as the three were seated around the coffee table in the living room, with Daryl in his armchair and the others on the couch. “It can’t be that you think you’d be a bad father. The way you handle Judith shows you know what you’re doing.”

“Aint the problem. ‘S sumthin’ else.” Daryl was back to shaking, feeling his worthless kid self creep to the surface of his being, resting right underneath his skin.

“Will you tell us, brother?”

Brother, right. Another brother he kept all of this from. Maybe if he told him he'd be on his side, unlike you.. So that's what he did.

"Used ta have a girl 'fore all'a this." There was an immediate interest in the story, and Daryl went on to share the traumatic memory that had been haunting his nightmares for over a month now.

"Shit scared me so bad I hid in the woods fer weeks.."

Carol wanted nothing more than to get up and hug her friend, and Rick could only share what went on in his mind after what happened to Lori.

The three of them shared their most personal experiences of losing loved ones in their lifetime, but in the end neither Rick or Carol could convince Daryl to go see you.

The news was radio'ed to Hilltop, where you accepted it, as you did each time the bringer of news came to you with a sad look in their eyes.

While the child inside you grew you felt surprisingly fine. The women who had children before shared their tales of tiredness, nausea and mood swings with you, and eventually about bringing their children into the world as well. While some stories sounded more like horrors to you, they all still laughed and enjoyed recollecting the memories and assuring you there was nothing to worry about with the doc around.

The closer you got to your due date, which Daryl was so kind to share seeing you didn’t know about this part of being with a werewolf, Daryl’s anxiety got even worse. Unable to go out hunting and be away from the radio, but also wanting to tear the thing to shreds so it wouldn’t sit there haunting him. He kept hearing the static of a connection forming before the voice would come through, but each time it was just his imagination. He was waiting for the bad news to come in any hour now. Waiting for the ‘sorry, Daryl. We couldn’t do anything.’ from the other end of the radio. Sleeping was out of the question too, being plagued by nightmares nearly every time he closed his eyes.

Daryl never kept up with a calendar, but he clung to the one in his home now like his life depended on it. Your due date was tomorrow and those dreaded words hadn’t been shared yet.

Any of his hourly “Ya heard anythin’?”s came with a negative answer. It meant you were at least alive, still. For now.

His anxious asking kept up for three days until he finally ran out of strength and passed out, getting much needed sleep for once.

His sleep didn’t last long. Rick was at his side, shaking him awake and backing up as he got snapped at. “The hell ya want, Rick?”

“Get your ass to the radio. Hilltop called, she’s in labour.” While the news shocked him and he felt the urge to go talk to you, he couldn’t get himself out of bed and have to relive the horrors of something going wrong. He’d never forgive himself for not trying harder to convince you.

Despite knowing he could easily get his neck snapped he kept pushing Daryl to go but never succeeded, eventually giving up to keep the peace.

It was hours later he was being disturbed again. Carol came by this time with a walkie in her hands.

“Alright, I’m here. Have her talk.” Daryl turned to Carol’s voice, not stopping his work on the other side of the room.

“Dee? Can you hear me? We’re fine, both of us are fine.” The clatter of metal on the concrete floor spooked Carol, but not as much as the speed of Daryl moving towards her and snatching the walkie from her hands. “Yer fine? How?” There was just static at the other end of the line for a bit and Carol could swear she saw tears threatening to spill. “We got a walkie against the radio, it takes a second.” His attention was back to the walkie immediately.

“I had the pup. I’m healthy and so is she.”

Oh. The guilt of leaving her to do all of this on her own overpowered the anxiety of waiting for the horrible news entirely, unsure what to do first he tossed the walkie to Carol and threw on his vest over his ratty sweater and headed out the door. “Tell ‘er I’m headin’ over!”

Calling back a confirmation was unnecessary with the loud rumble of his motorcycle, so she made her way back to where the radio was set up. No need to share the details, seeing the others were outside already to see him ride out the gate.

“Hey, he’s on his way.” Jesus’ head peeked into the room where you were settled to rest in private. Maggie was finding you something to eat and going to see a seamstress to adjust your pup’s clothes. You knew it would be a while before Daryl would arrive, needing to come all the way from Alexandria. You had plenty of time to rest and eat before he'd get there.

Daryl rode like a madman to get to you as fast as possible and found the gate to Hilltop already opened, awaiting his arrival.

Sadly he found Gregory as first person to welcome him and tried his schtick of having people not just barge into his community all the time, but getting shoved aside with an angry snarl s Daryl passed him and followed his nose to where you rested.

Daryl found the room you were in, having sniffed you out with ease but found himself anxious again as his hand found the doorknob. He had been the worst partner to you those months ago. How was he supposed to look you in the eye knowing he let you leave to supposedly die?

“Hey, oww. Careful, you.” He caught your voice and it was like his body moved on its own, no doubt his other half’s need to see the child winning over his anxiety.

“Hey, Dee.” The smile you had on your face was no less than the one you held when you first handed him that test that started so much drama. But what truly kept all of his attention right now was the little bundle of fur laying curled up on your chest.

“She fell asleep after feeding. Come see.” Your hand moved slow to not disturb the sleeping pup, and reached for Daryl to come closer from where he still stood at the door.

He was so overwhelmed he needed a moment to gather himself and move forward to where you laid in bed. “M’sorry.” It was the only thing that made it past his lips before you saw tears rolling down his cheeks. He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and rested his head in one arm as the other went to take your hand in his. He didn’t say anything else, but you knew he just needed time to process. You let him get his mind to calm down and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles for a while before your pup woke and unrolled herself clumsily. She slipped off your body and plopped right against Daryl’s head, immediately sniffing around in his hair and let out soft whines that had Daryl move to look at her up close.

His own eyes stared back at him, surrounded in a shade that resembled your hair color most. A soft pink nose pressed against his as the barrage of sniffs continued.

“Thanks, fer not hurtin’ yer mom.” His voice was soft and his hands found her small body, lifting her as he stood up to sit on the bed with you now that you had a chance to move again.

“Should’ve stayed with ya.” A simple sentence you agreed with, but still you forgave him for everything that happened. You also had your time to think and understood why he did what he did.

Truthfully none of it mattered anymore. You had your little family here now and everyone was healthy.

“You’re all okay, Dear. You had your reasons and it’s over now. You’re here.” You were rested against his shoulder as he held his daughter in his lap, staring with true love in his eyes.

“She looks like a Lily.” Daryl spoke after a long stretch of comfortable silence. “Soft ‘n delicate.”

You cuddled further into him, reaching out to take your daughter’s paw.

“Then Lily it’ll be.”

You were going to be okay, the three of you.

A/N: Oh man this one took so long I had to reread constantly to see where I left off!

[sadistic-kiss]

🐺House of Alphas Chapter 54: Blank🐺

(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

~

…

"Are you insane!?" Nanami threw up his hands as he paced back and forth.

You had a quiet walk to the inn. You felt like a child who knew wrath was coming for you once you were behind closed doors. When you got into Nanami's room boy did he go off. So much so your other alphas sat around quietly as the blonde paced a furious path.

You sat on the edge of the bed, Toji comfortable in one of the armchairs, Sukuna leaned against the wall. Getou was in the desk chair with Gojo on top of the table.

You were in the center. It felt like you were in the hot seat... well you were...You had disobeyed your alphas.

"What were you thinking?" Nanami paused, looking toward you with his fists planted on his hips, angry eyes glaring from over his glasses.

You took time to gulp, readjusting yourself on the bed, "I...was thinking-"

"Speak up."

You jolted at his harsh tone. You didn't enjoy being yelled at. Or disciplined, especially by Nanami. So already your voice was cracking and your eyes were starting to sting. You fluttered your wet lashes as you wiped under your eye, "I-I was thinking...th-that Yuta could help me... regain my memories...and save Junpei-nh!” at the end of your sentence you did let out a sob. Yet your tears seemed to be ineffective this time.

Your blonde flicked his fingers at Gojo who hopped up to give you a handkerchief but then he returned to his spot. You thanked him quietly while dabbing at your face.

Your throat tensed, you just wanted to say how sorry you were. But unfortunately, you can't go back on this. You can apologize all you want but you had to go down there. You had to save this Yuta character just like you saved Maki. These were canon events that were linked together. You didn't want to go down there either- truly you didn't…but with how the plot is plotting... this was a must. This wasn't just a simple side quest of give me ten wolf skins or a silly escort quest- these quests felt extremely important. Like you just opened up a whole world of important missions that will affect everyone's lives greatly.

For starters the witches are holding the shadow creatures in their home, protecting the gates. That means that they cannot be summoned out in the world. They can be trapped there until you are ready to go in blasting the holy light up their asses.

Already you have saved countless people's lives just by saving them.

This just felt like a start to a bigger picture. Your alphas just didn't understand how dire this was.

"Listen..." Nanami pushed up his glasses with a tense shove, "I know you've been in the omega home for some time and read books or what have you about things, but the Land of Ruins is no place for any creature let alone a pretty little bird like yourself."

"I know-"

"You don't."

"Or..." Sukuna drawled shifting to his other foot. "...She does know about what she's getting into. Just like she knew about the shadow spirits. How do you know so much? And don't tell me it's in the books because I know damn well there’s not a word about shadow curses anywhere.”

You opened your mouth and blinked left then right while shaking your head, "Well I-"

"I saw it." Toji pointed.

"That was an easy one." Sukuna smirked.

Oh what the fuck-

"More lies and tales?" Nanami crossed his arms tight, muscles bulging with tension.

You were in shock, now you didn't know what to do. Quickly you looked toward your silly alphas for some aid.

Getou shook his head, "Don't look over here, darling."

"Yeah, this is like the first time we aren't in trouble."

“Feels almost strange doesn't it Gojo?”

“You said it.”

Well, they were no help!

...

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[pristinekanesays]

🦋Life Is Strange: With A Sick S/O

🦋 just like the good ol' title, how the crew react when you become sick

🐺 GN!Reader, no specific pronouns are mentioned!

🦋 warnings: swearing, mentions of the reader having a cold & coughing/sneezing a lot, fluff, cute ass stuff, nathan not giving a rats ass tbh

🎧A/N: hey dudes, i'm back and i've been missin' you, feel free to request somethin'! might be a little short and the writing style has changed, feels gooooood to be back >:D.

🦋Chloe Price:

🤍| she'll joke around with you first like 'hey maybe you caught something from that snotty-nosed kid down the street' or laugh and plead that you don't sneeze on her or somethin'.

🤍| but seriously, she's fuckin' freaked especially if you've got a pretty bad cold or cough.

🤍| props to her though, she might be a bit overboard when you're sick but at least she cares.

🤍| she can't cook all that great but hey, if life ain't going so good for you then she'll somehow convince joyce to let you stay (much against davids wishes) and then you can have all the homemade chicken soup you want.

🤍| will still blast her music as loud as she wants unless you have a pretty nasty headache then she'll turn it down a little. (only a little)

🍂Kate Marsh:

🤍| an angel in disguise with the most beautiful white wings, she's there when you need her and will literally jump when you call.

🤍| will ask if your okay (like you literally aren't basically fighting for your life) then shake her head like a disappointed mother when she hears your hoarse voice.

🤍| if you're still trying to attend class or do stuff while you're sick, then she'll be the girl rushing after you and trying to get you back to your dorm.

🤍| i've said this before, kate can definitely cook but if you're not eating then she'll settle for buying fast food you like (because at least you're not dying of starvation).

🤍| checks up on you occasionally but not every second, she acts like if she even turns a lamp on that you'll die on the spot or combust into thin air.

📷 Max Caulfield:

🤍| kinda like warren, refers to you being sick as a 'total bummer' but she doesn't mean it in a way to bash you for being sick, only really to make you laugh or roll your eyes.

🤍| she texts you a few times a day when your sick, to check up on you or to occasionally..send you memes.

🤍| visits you sometimes after class, either to bring you food or just to see if you're still alive and breathin'.

🤍| when she finally gets some time to spend with you, she'll sit down beside you and show you photos that she's taken of you before you got sick. (including the one of you in a banana suit.)

🤍| if you're chilling in her dorm while she's in class, then she'll leave some music discs out for you in case you ever get sick of the silence.

🎭Rachel Amber:

🤍| she's busy cracking jokes half of the time and when you joke back she'll hit you with a 'i'm not the one coughing and sneezing everywhere, am i?'.

🤍| she won't be able to check up on you every second since she's busy with class, drama & the tempest but will still try to make time for you.

🤍| will send you updates about what she's doing though, for example 'at drama lab, still doing good?' or 'class sucks, hope ur okay.'

🤍| she can cook, yeah! but rachel seems like the type of person to eat it out of the tin instead of making it homemade (she's just like me)

🤍| she's kinda like victoria in a way that she loves you but she cannot risk being sick, especially with all the shit she's gotta do.

🎬 Victoria Chase:

🤍| she cares and is definitely worried when you suddenly become sick but tries to pretend that she doesn't, at least not that much.

🤍| she's busy with a lot of stuff so she can't always be there when you need her but she'll try to be.

🤍| so filthy rich that it's mind-blowing, she can buy you whatever, whenever you want it.

🤍| she'll text you after she's done everything she needs to do and her schedule is clear, will ask if you need anything picked up or if you're feeling any better since the last time she saw you.

🤍| okay, if you don't like nathan then i'm sorry!! she's gonna send him to give you stuff or check up on you, even if you guys literally despise each other.

🎮 Warren Graham:

🤍| he's super sweet, so no worries! he'll make sure to check up on you and give you advice whenever you need it.

🤍| doesn't care about getting sick, he's still down to hang whenever and will look at you with an awkward but reassuring smile when you're coughing your ass off.

🤍| he's the type to rub your back bro even if he knows he's gonna catch your nasty ass cold and be stuck in bed for days.

🤍| if you're okay with touch then he'll also hold your hand when he's beside you and tell you that this is gonna pass, so don't worry!!

🤍| he's chill so he might let you get up and do shit but will definitely be scared that you'll just collapse out of nowhere, even if you've only got a painless cold he's still gonna make sure you're okay.

🤍| he didn't get any affection from his father, ever. so it's gonna be hard for him to try and care for you when you're sick.

🤍| sometimes just ends up buying you stuff to make up for not being there when you need him, if you and victoria are on good terms then he'll probably just ask her if she can get you meds or anything else that can help you. (LAZYYY ASSS!!! D:&lt;)

🤍| checks up on you when he can but will try to pretend that he hasn't been fearing for your life the whole time he's been busy, dude it's a cold.

🤍| rich just like vic! he can bring you whatever you want, just ask and he'll tiptoe through that door like a sims 2 burglar with the things you asked for in hand.

🤍| apart from that though, just ask victoria or something if you ever need company because his brain will explode and he'll look at you all dumbfounded 'n shit.

[muffinsin]

you know, i don’t think i’ve seen anyone request G!P dimi girls bottoming. can we get some pegging content? and cock ring/cage too, perhaps? if you think any of them would be into that

ps, daniela request was fucking awesome <3 sorry for the late praise

- 🐺

Of course! I can’t see any of them being into cock cages for fun, but cock rings? Absolutely!👀😚

Very glad you enjoyed the Daniela one! Thanks hon :)

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Bela

Her breathing is laboured, her chest heaving. She whimpers helplessly for you, just the way you like it.

“Please, Mommy”, she gasps with yet another thrust inside of her. She’s tight and warm, and feels so sensitive to your touch. It’s adorable to see the strong, eldest daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu mewl and beg under you, her cock twitching and drooling as you’re buried deep within her tight hole.

“I think you can do better than that, Bela”, you coo back, a hand stroking her cock while the other arm is slung around her to keep her in place. She’s bent forwards for you, her legs weak the moment from you pushed inside of her.

A blush rises to her cheeks when precum drools out of her and runs down your finger, its colour matching the red cock ring put on her and her balls. You’re stroking her so fast and erotically, squeezing and stroking, paying extra attention to her overly sensitive tip. She feels right on the edge.

“Please fuck me, Mommy. Please let me cum”, she begs instead, entirely too pent up after being fucked by you/your strap for what must’ve been ages to her. Her entire body feels as if on fire, her senses as if enhanced and dulled at the same time. Golden eyes struggle to keep open as pleasure nearly overwhelms her at your next thrusts.

“Hmmmn. Y-Yes! Fuck, please!”

Your chuckle is low in her ear, her blonde, messy hair tickling your face. It’s uncommon you can make the tidy and proper Bela Dimitrescu curse.

Her cock is throbbing in your hand. A shaky, pale hand rises to your arm, gripping it tightly. She gasps sweetly with every thrust into her, her cock twitching in your hand as you stroke it.

“YAAH! A-Ahh!”, she gasps at a particularly fast and deep thrust of your hips inside of her. Her cheeks slap against yours with every little move inside of her, her inner walls gripping you tightly.

She blushes as her body is rocked forwards helplessly, her chest pushing up against your arm and her full breasts bouncing in the air. The room smells of sex, but she doesn’t mind.

“Good girl, now show me just how needy you are”, comes a coo whispered in hear ear. The poor thing is so close to her orgasm, shivering and twitching. She whimpers when her neck is nibbled on, and sticks her tongue out eagerly, panting openly as she is fucked into yet another orgasm.

Cassandra

“Ple-…, please…!”

Cassandra croaks out moans and phrases desperately, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She shrieks as your hand tightens around her throat and the vibrations of the black cock ring merely increase.

You pull her down, her face against your chest as she bends for you, her warm breath tickling your skin. She attempts to speak when with her throat squeezed, gasping out incoherent words that likely merely translate to her begging you to cum again.

The poor thing shakes in your grasp, orgasm after orgasm torn from her for hours already to reduce the brat to nothing but a helpless toy of yours, cumming over and over again onto your stomach, her ass stretched around you as she is fucked sore.

She yearns to come in your mouth, at least. You don’t grant her this, a punishment fit after having to discipline the brat all day.

“Do you like this, Cass? You’ve been so damn needy for an orgasm, after all”, you speak lowly, your eyes taking in her trembling form. It’s a surprise she even still has the strength to keep riding you.

She shivers and moans, head nodding fast despite how overstimulated she feels. You promised her, you would not be done until her balls are emptied for you.

“Good bunny, now bounce for me”

Her brown hair falls down her shoulders and back beautifully as she obeys, the brat in her throughout fucked out of her; at least for the time being. No doubt will the woman act out again soon enough, as if eager for the punishment that will await her.

Her neck shimmers with a fine layer of sweat, her eyes sting with tears of overstimulation and the need to breathe. She feels herself right on the edge.

Using your hold on her throat you pull her closer to you yet again, making her arch her back a little lower while you thrust up inside of her. “You look beautiful like this. Oh Cassandra, it makes me want to push you even more”

Your words make her roll her eyes to the back of her head, lips falling apart as her mouth drops open. She’s panting, her cock twitching in your hand.

You stroke up and down her base first, where the cock ring sits snugly, then all the way up to the tip. She’s trembling and moaning, lips and mouth nearly completely dry as she pants.

At last, she is given another orgasm that makes her hips jerk forwards and has your chest shimmering in her thick cum.

“N-NoAAAA-AAH!” She shrieks when the vibrations merely pick up and she is shifted to her hands and knees, ready to be taken properly and roughly, just the way she likes it.

Daniela

You smile at her loud giggles of joy as you push yourself inside of her, your hands fluttering across her chest before they cup her large breasts.

They nearly spill from her bra as you do so, the only item she is still wearing. “You like that, princess?”, you ask all too happily, smiling down at the blushing redhead. She’s grinning gleefully, her legs spreading wider for you.

With her hands bound to the bed posts and her clothing removed, she’s more than eager to feel you in her.

“Yes, my love!”, she confirms joyfully. Her lip is caught between her sharp teeth as her bra is tugged away and your hands grope properly. A heated blush covers her cheeks when you move your hips and thrust at last, drawing moans and gasps from your lover.

She’s been an exceptionally good girl during the past week, taking her edgings punishments without as much as a demand. Both of you know, it is time you reward such good behaviour.

Her head spins, her eyes closing contentedly when you grip her hips and thrust properly. “Mghmmmm, yes, yes!”, she cheers, grinning and moaning her approvals.

Daniela giggles breathlessly at the feeling of the cock ring against her skin. She’s so needy with the pressure it provides her cock and balls, her blush merely increasing when you lean forward and capture her lips in yours. “You look simply ravishing, my sweet”

You know her body, completely, and eagerly target her most sensitive spots. In return, you are rewarded with a vast amount of moans and gasps, mewls of pleasure and little, breathless praises that fall from dark painted lips.

She hooks her legs around you, urging you to thrust deeper, and you gladly comply.

She smiles widely as she feels her orgasm approaching fast after a week of denial, a week of being brought so close merely to have her orgasm ripped from her a second before she could have it. Not this time.

Daniela’s head pushes back against the pillows when she feels your hand slide between her legs already, taking a hold of her curved cock and jerking her off eagerly. She knows this is an occasion where she will come often, and fast, and is all too eager for it.

Daniela feels her body be pushed up and down with each rough thrust into her, her neck bared for you to see as she lets her head fall back into the pillows entirely, her eyes closed and thighs trembling.

At last, sweet release is given to her.

Her body responds to the pleasure given to her and her slim back arches, cum shooting against your front as she orgasms at last.

A sweet giggle is dragged from her parted lips when you squeeze her hips, a silent praise and reassurance that she would get more.

[legacyshenanigans]

Can we maybe possibly get a lil Rowan scene where he’s being all “evil”/sadistic? Like how Volo will casually drop the fact that he chopped off someone’s finger like he’s talking about the weather

I’m absolutely obsessed with playful/funny Rowan but I also absolutely adore his darker side 🫦

Sure! ❤️🫦

Rowan being nasty🐺

With the Den escapee over his shoulder, Rowan made his way through the woods.

Them: Put me down!!! I'm not going back there!! I'm not!!

Rowan: *chuckles* Ya right.. Ya not..

Them: (?!)

Rowan flung them down onto the hard ground in a clearing, making them let out a groan. He looked down at them with a nasty grin.

Them: W-What do you mean? Where are you taking me?

Rowan: Here will do..

His eyes darkened as he leaned over them. A feeling of dread fell over the escapee.

Rowan: Marvolo said I can do whatever I fuckin want to ya..

He licked his lips, his amber eyes burning into their terrified ones.

Them: N-No, p-please.

Rowan: I can't decide what I wanna do with ya..Whether I wanna make it slowwww or quick. *smug smile*

Them: *whimpers*

Rowan: *leans closer to them* I could rip ya fuckin heart right out ya chest and eat it..I could rip ya spine out through ya ass *dark chuckle* Thats ALLLLLWAYS fun.

Them: *shaking*

Rowan: I could bleed ya out, painfully slow, or I could puncture ya lungs with my claws..And watch ya struggle to breathe...

He leans over them even more, his face moving closer to there's as he starts to shift into his werewolf form, drool pooling from his lip and dripping onto them as they lay frozen on the ground just staring at him, wide-eyed and scared.

Rowan: *deep gravelly voice* I might make ya run, and give ya 5 minutes, JUST so I can chase ya down again..I fuckin' LOVE the chase, catchin' my prey..

Them: P-Please..

Rowan: *Now in full form, he takes a deep sniff at them* Mmmmm.. Fear smells so fuckin' good.. And how fast ya heart beatin' is gettin' me goin' *bares his sharp teeth and chuckles darkly again*

~

[ficticiousdelicious]

What if...Yammy ripped ass at one of the Espada meetings?

*after the room stops shaking...*

🕶️ [Aizen] *was interrupted while talking-*

😡 [Yammy] *deadpan*

💀 [Baraggan] *MASSIVE SIDE-EYE*

👀 [Zommari] *sonído'd tf outta there - speed flex*

🦇 [Ulquiorra] *hasn't moved other than closing his eyes irritably*

🐺 [Starrk] "PHEW! That stinks..!" *waving a hand around trying to chase the smell away*

🦗 [Nnoitora] *burst into laughter so hard he's crying and gagging* "AAAAHHAHAAAAAA-! UUUGH!!! I CAN TASTE IT IF I OPEN MY MOUTH."

🦈 [Tier] *tolerance of male hollows is gone...gets up, leaves swiftly with sonído*

💙 [Grimmjow] *was smirking until the stench reached him* "UGH- F-ckin' nasty ass..." *gets up to walk out-*

⚖️ [Tosen] *trips Grimmjow outright* "You are not missing another meeting." *gasmask*

👹 [Aaroniero] "It was only a short earthquake... Where is everyone going?" *can't smell in this form*

🔬 [Szayel] *already applied a balm under his own nose to mask the noxious fumes, he's used to it*

🤍 [Gin] "By Seireitei's sphincter...that's awful! Yammy!" *pinching nose*

😡 [Yammy] *flushed and angry* "THAT'S WHY I ASKED IF THERE WAS TIME FOR A BREAK!"

🕶️ [Aizen] "We'll arrange hall passes for this later, Yammy..."

🤍 [Gin] "That'll get abused immediately."

⚖️ [Tosen] *gasmask still on, stepping on Grimmjow* "I will ensure it does not."

💙 [Grimmjow] *thankfully can't smell with a busted nose from hitting the floor* "GET OFF."

🦗 [Nnoitora] *coughing* "So! What did the arrancar say when he farted so hard it shook the room?"

🦇 [Ulquiorra] "Do not-"

🦗 [Nnoitora] "'Aw shit, I think I fractured my ass!'"

💙 [Grimmjow] *immediately trying not to laugh*

🔬 [Szayel] *small smirk*

🐺 [Starrk] "Pffft... Hey, Szayel! Can I have some-"

🔬 [Szayel] "Should have brought your own~"

👹 [Aaroniero] *bubbling indifferently*

💀 [Baraggan] *rubbing his temples irritably*

😡 [Yammy] "CAN I GO TO THE F-CKING RESTROOM NOW?!"

🕶️ [Aizen] "Just go, Yammy..."

meeting ruined~

[nixie-deangel]

🐺 🦇 ✨

🐺 shifter au - hangster

“Why the fuck do you care so damn much?” Bradley yells, chest heaving, as he stares at the other man wild eyed and red faced. “Don’t you know yet, honey?” Jake murmurs, face open to show his desperation and heartbreak. “Don’t you get it yet, Bradley?” he asks. He needs Bradley to know. Needs him to understand that Jake is in it for life. That there is nothing his Bradley could do that would shake Jake loose from him.

🦇 vampire jake/human bradley - hangster

“Man are you sure about this?” Taking a breath, Bradley stares down the street towards the nondescript build he’d spent a few weeks researching and double, triple, checking that it was in fact a blood club that higher ups for the local San Diego vampire community were known to frequent. “Yeah,” he says, voice cracking, but he just clears his throat and nods. “Yeah, I’m sure about this.” Turning he gives his friend a grimacing smile. “Thanks, for doing this for me.”

✨ Retired Bradley, Jake climbing Command

Jake isn’t expecting his world to be tilted on its side when he decides to go for a run through a random neighborhood, instead of his usual one along the beach. But well, that’s on him he guesses for assuming because he’s definitely made an ass out of himself when he hears a soft, surprised but absolutely warm call of his name. “Jake?” Stumbling to a stop, Jake turns at the call and feels absolutely struck dumb at the sheer vision standing across the street from him.

Make Nixie Write!

[neurodivergent-fox-demon]

Day 3 - Pumpkin Spice

Stiles gazed around the apartment and nodded. “I like it.” He looked over at the realtor. “When can I sign the lease?”

The woman smiled sweetly at him. “You can sign them now but the apartment won’t be ready to move into for another week.”

Stiles nodded, scratching at the scruff on his chin. He hadn’t really shaved since he got into Beacon Hills 5 days ago. “That’s fine. It’ll take me about a week to close everything up in Washington.” He gestured for the woman to lead the way. “Let’s get the papers in order. It’s a lease with an option to buy, right?”

“Yes sir. Mr. Hale was very clear on wanting to give you as much flexibility as you needed.” The blonde grinned at him.

Stiles rolled his eyes, stopping in the doorway. “This property is owned by the Hales? Which Hale is it?” He knew the woman was just trying to do her job and would get a heavy commission for this.

The blonde stopped and watched him. “Peter Hale. I assumed you knew that he owned all three properties we looked at today. He’s offering you your choice of apartment at 30% of market value.”

Stiles cursed, shaking his head. “That meddling assface.” He ran his hand through his hair thinking. “How much is he offering to sell this property to me?”

The woman blushed, taking out the paperwork. ”$260,000 for this apartment or $899,000 for the entire building.”

Stiles groaned and went to lean against the kitchen counter. “And how much for the 6 month lease?”

The woman grinned at him. “$400 a month.”

Stiles just started laughing. “This is California! Rent is supposed to be at least eight times that much.” He looked over at the woman and sighed. “Give me the damn paperwork to buy the fucking building.”

🐺

Stiles stormed into Derek’s house and found his ex husband at the counter making some sort of orange smoothie. “Guess what you just fucking bought because your uncle is a meddling asshole?”

Derek raised a brow at him as he pushed the blender to the side. “And this is my fault, how?”

“I’m not sure. Give me a few minutes to think of a reason. You bought an apartment building.” He glared at him for a moment before looking at the blender. “What the hell are you making?”

Derek laughed. “I already own 5, why not make it an even 6.” He looked over at Stiles. “Did you think this would piss me off? I never took you off the accounts, knowing you might need the money.” He poured Stiles a glass. “Eli wanted pumpkin juice.” He licked his lips. “So, I’m guessing your apartment hunting went awry somehow?”

Stiles took the offered drink. “Somehow your uncle managed to hijack my realtor and all the properties she showed me belonged to him.” He winced while taking a sip of the overly sweet concoction.

Derek groaned, rolling his eyes. “So…essentially you purchased a Hale property, using Hale money?”

Stiles smirked at him. “Yup.”

“Stiles! That is money laundering!” Derek gaped at him. “Do you realize how much trouble Peter can get into?”

”I’m in the FBI, Derek. I know exactly what I’ve done.” Stiles chuckled. “Your uncle is basically a serial killer. I doubt he’d let a little thing like money laundering take him down.”

Derek let out a long breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why are you trying to be difficult, Stiles? He just wanted to make sure you had a comfortable place to live.”

“No, he wanted to control everything, once again.” Stiles growled. “He wanted me to pay $400 a month in California.”

Derek stared at him, blinking rapidly. “So you’re upset because he wanted to… what? Save you money on rent?”

“No! I’m upset because I’m sick and tired of everyone meddling and pushing me back here. I’m tired of everyone trying to make me forgive your ass.” He ranted, running a hand over his face. “I came back for Eli. Nothing changes between you and I, got it?”

“Understood.” Derek held up his hands in surrender. “So did you really use my account to buy an apartment building?”

“Yeah, but all the paperwork is under my name. It’s on the up and up.” Stiles chuckled. “You know why I have never used your money until today?”

Derek shrugged. “I assumed it was an independence thing. You make your own money, Stiles.” He put the pumpkin juice in the fridge. “Eli and I just wanted you to have access to the accounts as a safety net.” He raised a brow at him, “How much did the apartments cost?”

Stiles hummed. “After all the closing costs, $945,000. It is just a drop in the bucket. It’s three apartments. I figured Eli and Hikari could have the other two.” He sighed, lighting a cigarette.”

“Smart.” Derek chuckled. “You just wanted to rankle me?”

Stiles gave him a little smart ass smile. “It’s still kind of fun, after 18 years.”

“God love you, Stiles Stilinski-Hale.” Derek sighed, shaking his head. “Eli should be home from school soon. Do you want to tell him you bought him an apartment?”

“I’d like to steal him for dinner, if that is alright with you.” Stiles sighed, looking around the kitchen. The place had not really changed in the last few years. The walls were still the same shade of white. The counters were the same marbled granite. He could still see his wine rack by the refrigerator. “I… why do you still have wine?”

Derek looked at the wine rack and shrugged. “This is still your house. It’s your wine.” He chewed his lip. “I’m sure Eli would love to go to dinner with you tonight.”

Stiles nodded. “I’ll be back at 6 to pick him up. I still have to swing by your Uncle’s and yell at him.” He

got up to leave. “Good talk, Derek.”

Derek sighed, watching him leave. He wasn’t really sure where he had screwed up this time.

🐺

Eli threw his books on the counter and began digging in the fridge for something to eat. “Thanks for making me the juice dad!” He called as he pulled the blender and drank directly from the container.

Derek walked into the kitchen and raised a brow. “How about using a cup next time? I know we’re werewolves but try to act civilized.” He stood in front of Eli and let out a breath. “You’re going out to dinner tonight with Stiles.” He handed him a credit card.

Eli frowned, sliding the card into his back pocket. “Okay… why are you making it sound like I’m going off to my execution or something?”

“It’s just a little hard.” Derek sighed. “Your father is moving back to town and… I don’t know if I’m handling this well. I don’t want to get between you and Stiles. It’s completely up to you how you want your relationship with him goes.”

He nodded, biting his lip. “I don’t have to go, if you don’t want me to, dad.”

“That is not what meant, Eli.” He chuckled. “Don’t be worried about how I feel. I’m giving you the credit card for emergencies. Not just for tonight. Don’t overdo it, okay?”

Eli nodded. “Alight.” He said slowly. “I’ll just get started on homework. What time is papa getting here?”

“He said he’d be here at 6. He went to yell at Peter.” Derek shrugged.

Eli laughed. “What did uncle Peter do now?”

“I’m sure your father will tell you.” He smirked. “You can do your homework this weekend. Go get ready for dinner.”

Eli nodded and ran upstairs, leaving his backpack on the counter. Derek just sighed and hung the bag by the door.

🐺

“Peter.” Stiles growled, banging on his door.

“Not so loud, Stiles.” Peter sighed as he opened the door. “I do have neighbors. And what can I do for you this lovely afternoon?”

Stiles glared at him as he stormed into the apartment. “How many times are you going to interfere with my life? You hijacked my realtor!”

Peter watched him, tilting his head. “You make it sound like I killed your best friend. I nearly ensured that you had a few affordable options, should you decide to relocate.” He walked into the living room and lit a cigar. “Janice informed me that you purchased one of the properties.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “I do agree it was a good investment. But Peter, you can’t keep trying to manipulate my life behind the scenes. If I am going to move back here, I need to show Eli that… I’m not really sure. I just want you to stop interfering.”

Peter chuckled. “You are family, sweetheart. We take care of family.”

Stiles scoffed. “You make us sound like the mafia.”

“Are we not? Well my mistake.” Peter joked, giving him a wolfish smirk. “Look, despite you and Derek’s separation, for lack of a better word, you are family. I just wanted to make it easier for you to move back. There was no ill will.”

“I hope you know I used the money from the Hale accounts.” Stiles grumbled.

Peter nodded. “Yes. You are entitled to that money. Derek and I were legally dead, and assets went to you and Eli.”

Stiles glared at him. “As soon as the paperwork goes through, I’m transferring the property into Eli’s name.”

“As you should. The boy needs to learn to start investing.” Peter grinned.

Stiles huffed. “Does nothing faze you anymore, zombie wolf?”

“Not really.” Peter laughed. “I’m married, happy, and fully domesticated. Plus, I find joy in watching you try to annoy me.” He put out his cigar and sighed. Welcome back to Beacon Hills, Stiles. We’ve all missed you.”

Stiles groaned, tossing his head back. “It was good seeing you, Peter. I have to go get ready to take my son out to dinner.”

Peter nodded. “Take him somewhere nice. He’s got this nice little black dress he’s been wanting to wear out.”

Stiles nodded and flipped Peter off as he left the apartment.

🐺

Stiles lit a cigarette as he walked into Derek’s house. “Hey.” He smiled nervously at his ex husband.

Derek frowned, finishing up the dishes from Eli’s snack earlier. “Do you not knock anymore?”

Stiles shrugged. “This house is still partially in my name.”

“Whatever.” Derek sighed, rolling his eyes. “Eli should be down in a moment. I wasn’t sure where you were going to dinner so I told him to dress accordingly.”

Stiles nodded, placing his cigarette in an ashtray. “Nothing too fancy but I’m taking him to that Italian place that just opened up in the next town over.”

Derek smiled. “He’ll like that. Perhaps tomorrow night you’d like to eat dinner here with us.”

Stiles blushed, shaking his head. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that, Derek. I’m just moving back into town. Let me settle in first.” He knew Derek was just trying to mend things between them, but he needed more time.

Eli stumbled down the steps in a casual black suit with a matching black turtleneck. “Sorry. I wasn’t sure if I needed to do my makeup. I figure I look pretty amazing without it tonight.” He blushed and hugged Stiles. “Hi.”

Stiles chuckled and shook his head. It was these clumsy moments that really reminded him that Eli was his kid. Then he would open his mouth and Stiles was reminded that the pack had helped to raise him. “You alway look great, son.” He hugged him tight and kissed his forehead. “Who bought you this? It looks like something Peter would wear.”

Eli blushed, running a hand over the back of his neck. “It was Isaac actually. He was in town last month.”

Stiles nodded. “Yeah, that tracks. Let’s get going. Are you in the mood for Italian?”

Eli grinned, nodding emphatically. “I’m starving.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “You just finished off two bowls of soup.”

Eli chuckled, pointing to himself. “Teenage werewolf.”

Stiles nodded,smiling and pointing at Derek. “Therewolf.”

“What?” Eli frowned.

“Have we taught you nothing?” Stiles grumbled. “We are watching young Frankenstein after dinner. Get your ass in the car.”

[coryosmin]

Listen, listen come closer…closer so I could whisper this to you. Ready? You don’t have to add to this, because I know you’ve been writing your ass off! But I need to share this with you:

🥀Masquerade Ball with AcademyCoryo🥀

Imagine! We’ve talked about songbirds and snakes, we’ve talked about the black cat and golden retriever pairing, but what about a violent white wolf and a sweet doe hm?🐺🦌🥀Instead of a prom like modern times the Capitol has all these fancy dresses and masks their senior year. And Coriolanus is like damnit how am I going to dress up for this? I can’t even afford to look like the best baddie in the room and Tigris feels awful because she can only afford to make him a suit that’s decent. She spends months on it and makes it out of fuckin curtains! Like okay queen pop off! 👏 He doesn’t deserve Tigris I swear!💅🏻Then he gets a gift sent from the reader and it’s a white wolf mask🤍 It doesn’t cover the full face but it’s gorgeous! Coryo’s so shocked by it, but grateful and it matches his suit…which is also white as snow. He shows up, the masquerade ball is at President Ravinstill’s mansion and Coriolanus looks sharp!😘

Bro has no idea he’s going to be living in that mansion one day and become a menace to society🥀Everyone else be looking good too! (Sejanus is drinking fruit punch in the corner dressed as an angel because he is one, Arachne has this creepy spider mask, with a black dress that foreshadows her demise, Clemensia has a rainbow snake mask, also a foreshadow for her. Festus has a fox mask because that boy be playin games)

I thought of this idea while drinking wine!🍷I’m hyped now!🐺Then the reader has the audacity to wear a dress with roses on it and a mask that resembles a doe and she just smiles before asking him if he likes the mask she gave him. Coryo leans in and speaks in her ear…

“I am going to eat you alive.”🥀

And the reader is so confused. Like what did I do? Does he hate it? Wait. What’s that hungered look in his eyes? Oh no. I’m in trouble. Then he brings her away to a dark corner of a bathoom and everyone is so clueless to what’s going. Maybe Sejanus noticed, but he’s too absorbed with his fruit punch and cookies right now🙂The reader is so nervous about getting caught, but Coryo starts full on making out with her, then rips her panties off and just goes FERAL!👏He covers readers mouth so no one hears her, meanwhile while he’s pounding into her against the wall and they still have their masks on. After a few minutes their classmates have wondered where they’ve gone 👀 Coryo gets carried away and snarls before finishing in the reader. Then he’s a panting mess and he realizes the reader’s dress has slipped down and her bare tits are showing and her legs are shaking! She is all teary eyed and dazed. Girly you good!🤣

Coryo is just like “Oh, my bad sweetheart.” Then he helps reader fix herself up and he straight up stuffs her torn underwear into his pocket. Reader is still in shock while he sits her up on the sink’s counter and he starts wiping her inner thighs with tissue but she just keeps leaking and shaking while he’s like “Sorry, sorry just trying save you dress here, you alright?” Reader is still like I got fucked in Felix Ravinstill’s bathroom on a Saturday night damn!😵‍💫

Coryo helps the reader stand and kisses her forehead.

“Are you alright? Say something please.”

Then the reader just nods and whispers she’s alright.

“I don’t know what came over me, you look stunning tonight—thank you for the mask.”

Before the reader can say anything, all of the a sudden there’s a pounding pair of fists! Right outside the bathroom door, and they both flinch. The reader clings onto his arms in panic and Coryo tries to keep his composure. The door is locked but the pounding doesn’t stop. Livia Cardew is right outside the door acting like Maddy from Euphoria and she’s yelling while rattling the door handle and she’s shouting “Y/N what are you doing in there, I need to use the bathroom! Open up!” And the reader is internally screaming, Coryo scowls but doesn’t say anything and the reader says she’ll be out in a minute, but she doesn’t stop nagging. So, the reader makes Coryo hide in the bathtub and he thinks “This is ridiculous. I can’t stand Livia Cardew.” Livia comes in, dressed as cat 🐈‍⬛ with her claws out. She asks what took so long, but then she sees the flustered reader holding her stomach like she’s going to be sick and she shuffles out of the bathroom, her legs are still sore, she’s like please don’t look at me🫣 and Livia is like “Okay weirdo, yuck why does it smell musty in here? Did you throw up?” Coryo wants to murder Livia because she doesn’t even have to pee she only came in to powder her nose!😂

Coriolanus rolls his eyes and is like okay bitch now get out, this tub is making me claustrophobic and she leaves after fixing herself up and Coryo makes a run for it after that. He doesn’t get caught cause he’s sneaky, but when he finds reader he just clings to her arm and asks if she’s okay to walk and she just nods but keeps squeezing her legs together. Reader is still flushed, but she’s glad she has a mask on😳Sejanus is the only one side eyeing them like I know what you did ya nasties!🧐

Coryo acts as if he did nothing wrong, but he smirks a bit as President Ravinstill gives this boring speech about how proud he is of his son and his classmates for surviving the academy and their senior year blah blah blah. Coryo doesn’t care, reaping day is just around the corner and so is the plinth prize, he’s got his perfect doe, his prey around his arm so what does it matter? He takes a long sip of his posca. Snow lands on top.

And that’s the masquerade ball🥀

Hope you enjoyed!🥀

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[delopsia]

🌼 delivered by dogsled in a Rhett vase.

How about a continuation of: stars on the barn floor. Maybe opening Rhett the next month while he’s in the chains (consensually ofc)?

You have no idea how thankful I am that you saw my plea for help. I wanted to write this continuation so damn bad 😭Without further ado~ 🐺 Join my Birthday Bouquet Event! 💐

Chains jostle. A soft growl rumbles through the bedroom air, muffled by the soft material of what used to be a blindfold, now made into a makeshift gag. But Rhett's flashy warning is just that—a warning. 

One that you know is brought on by the full moon and not the nudge of your silicone tip pressing into him. His defiant hips wriggle, grumbling low in his throat, head twisting over his shoulder to glare at you with those glistening, golden eyes. But despite the way his foot kicks at the floor, he doesn't utter that one little word to make you stop. 

That fake cock head slips into him without further warning. 

His eyes flicker. Sweaty palms squeaking against the slick countertop. 

"There you go," you coo, sweet as can be, like he's a cute, cuddly puppy and not at high risk of taking a bite out of you. But if you had to get bitten by someone...

Rhett jerks backward without a hint of warning. Chains squealing as he all but shoves himself down onto your strap, his warm ass flush against your hips. A pitchy cry bursts through the gag, his head dropping down into his bound forearms. 

"You're gonna hurt yourself, sweet boy," your frown audible in your tone, reaching down to feel where your pastel pink toy disappears into him, swollen and hopelessly stretched. 

He doesn't have much of a response to that, either. Those wolfish ears flicker on top of his head, twisting and turning, picking up every little noise. 

But he does react when you carefully draw backward. 

His chest flattens against the counter. Long hair splaying out, hands clawing at the edge—a breathtaking sight for such little effort. It's the kind of thing that has you snapping back into him quicker than planned, jostling him further up the counter. A shiver ripples up his spine, pushing back to meet your next thrust, a little puff of air slipping out of him as your skin slaps together. 

"Is that the spot?" Because you think you just caught wind of a mewl, some quiet little noise that you nearly miss entirely. But just because you asked a question doesn't mean you're gonna get a response. "Talk to me, Rhett."

His head bops with a nod, "Uhuh." 

You reckon that's the last noise he makes before his knees begin to shake, and he dissolves into a pitiful puddle of noises. 

[sadistic-kiss]

🐺House of Alphas Chapter 57: Lying Truth🐺

(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

~

…

Slender fingers slid over your ass, testing how wet you were. Gojo fed one finger into you and then another fit in snuggly. You hummed throwing your arms around his neck, diving your tongue between his lips so you could taste his sweetness.

You were so deep within your lust, you didn't realize Getou had appeared right behind you. He kissed your neck and reached around to fondle your breasts, “Did you miss me darling?” he cooed as you moaned delightfully.

You separated from Gojo’s lips as you looked back at your Alpha, “Suguru~ yes I did.” you grabbed the back of his head bringing him in for a kiss but Sukuna shouted.

“Aye!”

Getou growled looking toward the other alpha, “What?!”

“Where’s your golden deira?”

“There!” Getou gestured as his summoned snake slithered into the camp, dropping the Deira right by Sukuna. “Now don't interrupt me again.” Suguru grabbed your chin pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

You had to hold in a chuckle, Getou was quite feisty and needy. His cock was already in his hand, searching for your ass.

“Oi~ I’m knotting her ass.” Gojo moved you away making Getou even more annoyed.

“Take her cunt-”

“Nanami came in there-”

“Like that stopped you before-”

“Guys-” you were grabbed by your thighs and hoisted up by magical clear blue hands that were summoned by Getou.

“Move your hand Gojo-”

“Move your dick Getou!”

You felt the two fighting, their cocks pushing against each other to get into your ass.

“Why don't you-mm!”

Getou pushed into your ass but then you felt an insane stretch going on- Gojo was also pushing his cock inside you.

“Gah! Guys! Mmm~!” you moaned digging your nails into Gojo’s shoulders.

“Fuck-” both of them hissed as they tried to bully their way inside of you at the same time.

“Relax!”

“Easy for you to say!” you were trembling from the stretch, not ready to take them both. “Oh Tengen I cant I can’t-” you panted shaking your head back and forth.

...

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[sinuestories]

🔥ΒΔΣ’s Halloween Bash is HERE!🔥

Guess what, sinners? Chase is LIVE on JanitorAI, ready to take you on one wild ride. Go check him out if you’re ready to sin. 🌕

The party's just getting started, but trust me, it’s not the sticky floors or shitty costumes you’ve gotta watch out for. That fog rolling in? Yeah, it’s about to turn everything upside down—and Chase Davenport, your cocky, hot-as-hell football star of a boyfriend, is already feeling it. 🐺

AnyPOV | WerewolfJock x Girlfriend!User | Established Relationship | ❤️‍🔥 Smut (Probably) | 🌸 Romance (Likely) | ❤️‍🩹Fluff (Could Be) | First Bot in a Series of Four

Content Warnings: Possessive behavior, Sexual themes, Power dynamics, Emotional manipulation, Territorial aggression, Blood, and Violence.

Kinks: Knotting, Breeding, Marking, Dominance, Rough Play, Primal Play, Public Sex, Praise, Marathon Sex, Teasing, Oral.

Oh, and just a little heads-up: this time, Chase had a lot to say, so the initial message turned out a bit longer than usual. 😉Here is a little preview

The frat house is buzzing with the chaos of a full-blown Halloween rager. The music’s pounding so hard the windows rattle, a mix of bass-heavy beats and drunken hollers. The air is thick with stale beer, cheap cologne, sweat, and something burnt—probably from the shitty smoke machine someone thought was a good idea. But no one cares—it’s Halloween, and the party’s just getting started.

Chase pulls at his cheap werewolf mask, plastic fangs hanging crooked, fur itching around the edges like it came straight out of a bargain bin at Party City. But it's all part of the vibe. Muscles flex as he throws a ping-pong ball. It bounces off the rim, and the crowd groans. Chase just grins, cocky as ever. “Next round’s mine.”

Beside him, Jake lounges against the table, his half-assed vampire costume barely hanging together—plastic fangs and a cape that looks like it’s stolen from a high school theater department. His eyes drift lazily across the room, landing on {{user}}. He smirks, sizing them up. “Speaking of... think they’re ready for a real bite?”

Chase rolls his eyes but can’t help the smirk. “Outta your league, bro. If anyone’s getting a taste tonight, it’s me.”

Jake chuckles, flashing his cheap fangs. “Big talk for someone still riding bench on that last shot. Bet you can’t even handle them when it counts.”

Chase takes a sip from his cup, eyes flicking to {{user}}. “Watch me.”

From behind his eerie mask, Mason chuckles, his voice cutting through the noise, dark and unapologetic. “Nah, they’re probably just too polite to tell you they’re faking it.”

“Please,” Chase shoots back without missing a beat, “They weren’t faking anything when I had them in the end zone last night.”

Jake whistles low, shaking his head with a grin. “Hope they’re ready for a rematch, bro. Looks like they could use a little... extra coaching.”

Chase’s grin widens as he throws a wink {{user}}’s way. “Trust me, they’ll be scoring all night long.”

His attention keeps drifting to {{user}}, his eyes lingering a little longer each time.