#all the plot holes and bunnys though

[twistedhypersonicnavigator]

I have a love/hate relationship with this season.

I hate everything about how it's made me cry along with the characters. The fact that once again MK needs yet more therapy sessions with Sandy's cats, I hate how Mac was the one saving everyone and didn't realize he was the hero, I hate how we had to watch as MK was told he was created simply to die.

But I love how every single moment there was a friend waiting to hug him. How every single moment he's back in the arms of someone he's beginning to call family. How he admits he's got a lot of dads not just Pigsys. We find out that Tang has a picture of baby MK in his wallet, and find out Pigsys named him.

It was a roller coaster of a season and I didn't feel like we found out who won. We just got more questions than answers.

[tiamatsan]

.......Sooooooooooo this may have gotten a little out of hand.....annnnnd I wrote this on my phone so please excuse any mistakes please.

Scanning...

...Scanning...

...No signs of life confirmed...

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... Initializing death protocol...

Launching death marker

Initializing upload of host's data...

Upload complete.

Initializing return home protocol...

Entering stand by state....

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Initializing host search...

...Searching...

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Matching power wave length found.

Scanning new host.

Scan complete.

Searching universal data base for preexisting matching genetic markers.

Match found.

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: Adolescent

Unique identifying markers: blue eyes, black ha-

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... Initializing death protocol...

...Charge 100%...

...Bypassing return home protocol...

Initializing host search...

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Matching power wave length found.

Scanning new host.

Scan complete.

Species: Human

Gender: Mal-

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Matching power wave length found.

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Species: Hum-

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Scanning host.

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Initializing host search...

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Accessing universal records.

Searching for instances in mass host's deaths.

Adjusting parameters with key phrases: "lab" "experiments" "subjects"

42 matching records.

Override "Never again" activated.

The safety of host has been made prime objective.

30% of power is being redirected to emergency beacon.

...No signs of biometrics belonging to the host found...

40% of power is being redirected to emergency beacon.

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Message received from home data base.

"Use of extreme force is authorized. Protect your host at all costs. Hold till backup arrives."

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Message received from Lantern: "Hal Jordan".

"Where are you?! Tell us where you are!"

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Message received from Lantern: "John Stewart".

"Can you hear us? If you can please tell us anything about where you are!"

...No signs of biometrics belonging to the host found...

Power levels dropping.

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43%

Unable to continue broadcasting emergency beacon.

Rerouting all remaining power to protect host.

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...Unable to continue protection of host...

.....Entering stand by mode...

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Within acceptable power levels to resume basic functions.

Analyzing....

Power source is not coming from Latern source...

Analyzing....

Power source is coming from host?

Searching universal data base...

No known instances of "humans" recharging a Latern ring without corresponding medium.

Searching....

Existence of "metas" explains variation within human host.

Searching universal data base...

97 known cases of Lantern hosts using their own will power to recharge Latern rings...

Calculating...

76% chance of death.

84% decrease in life expectancy.

Average life expectancy of Humans 70-100 "year".

Human host does not have any time to-

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Data received from home data base.

New species entry.

"Ecto-entities"

"Ghost"

"Halfa"

Host has been reclassified under new species tag.

Species: Halfa

Gender: Male

Age: Adolescent

Unique identifying markers: blue eyes, black hair /green eyes, white hair.

Home planet: Earth

Home galaxy: Sol system

Name: Daniel "Danny" Fenton / Phantom

Message received from host:

"I'm sorry I scared you. Thank you for trying to look out for me. From now on, let's both look out for each other okay?"

Override "Never again" has been set to permanent.

...Okay. This time I will make sure that nothing hurts host again...

Due to his unrelenting determination to keep his town safe, Danny is bestowed a green lantern ring. Which on one hand: Yay! He gets to explore space full time. But on the other hand: Ew! he's a space cop now.

He had to rectify this immediately or he would never hear the end of it from his ghost friends. Or his regular friends for that matter. Sayyy, it'd be a shame if he.... bent a few rules. Maybe even broke some of them every now and again. And it would surely be a tragedy if say.... random pranks started happening around Oa?

[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 𝐣. 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲﹒

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John Murphy - Dropship

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ You hated Murphy since you landed on the ground, you didn't expect for him to awaken something in you. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: shameless Murphy smut, plot, some violence, nsfw

Life on the ground was incredible.

It was like nothing I could've ever imagined, even though there were threats, such as the grounders and unstudied plants due to radiation- but none as big as John Murphy.

Everywhere I looked he'd be there; infecting everything with his toxins. The power Bellamy had given him went straight to his head, he truly believed he was better than everyone.

He seemed to know I hated him, and he gladly reciprocated that. His way of showing me? By humiliating me every chance he got.

I hadn't understood why he hated me, I had always tried to be nice to everyone around camp; even him at times, but he knew just how to wear my patience thin.

I had been peacefully minding my business skinning the newly fresh rabbit brought in by the hunting party. The game they brought was enough to feed everyone for the next two weeks. A deer, two bunnies, and a bird. One girl also brought in a few plants for me to work with for seasoning.

I was the camp butcher and cook, having sadly lost the previous ones. Everyone always adored my cooking and I tried to work with what we had.

Well, everyone except Murphy.

"What're you doing?"

The voice hit my ears like nails on a chalkboard, I didn't need to turn around to know who was about to pester me into a hole.

"What do you think I'm doing roach," I ask with heavy annoyance in my voice, still focused on skinning the rabbits while the water for the stew boiled.

"Poisoning the camp with your horrendous cooking," I could hear him walking closer to me, and my patience grew thin with every step.

"just go away-" I had been cut off by a loud crash.

He had kicked the pot of boiling water over into the dirt, drawing the attention of others.

This was my final straw.

Gripping the knife in my hand I swiftly grabbed Murphy, holding the bloodied knife to his throat.

"Fuck you, Murphy!" I shouted the blood from the rabbit was now on his neck.

Fear was masked behind ego in his eyes, I could tell he was scared by the way his hands defensively went up.

"I'm sorry, alright!" He spewed, something was relieving about hearing those words, seeing him so afraid of me. Though, anybody would be afraid.

Deep down I knew I wouldn't kill him, I knew the consequences of that. Killing Murphy wouldn't be worth getting tossed out of camp.

It had only been a few seconds before Bellamy was pulling me off of him. I didn't fight it, I just glanced around at everyone before picking up the pot and heading out to the river to collect more water while also clearing my mind.

There were never any final straws with Murphy around.

When I returned back to camp the air was thick with tension, and eyes were locked onto me as I prepped the broth for the rabbit meat.

I wasn't sure what Murphy could've told them, and I didn't care, if they chose to believe the cockroach then humanity was doomed.

It only took an hour to get the soup ready, everyone leaving me alone. I hadn't spotted Murphy yet, he wasn't terrorizing anyone, not making his presence known.

Was one threat really all it took to get rid of him?

Once I set up food for everyone I headed towards my shared ten with Raven, exhaustion quickly catching up with me. I had long forgotten about Murphy, the only thing on my mind was a peaceful night's rest.

Entering the tent I shrugged off my shirt, trying to change into a new one when I felt someone grab me from behind, making a yelp rupture from me.

I felt something cold and sharp press against my neck, fear instantly climbing up my spine as I thrashed around. The person's hand went to cover my mouth as he leaned in towards my ear.

"What're you gonna do now?" He whispered threateningly.

I instantly knew who it was, his scent invading my nose in a surprisingly good way. I tried to fight it, the thoughts of how his hands were on me felt good, this was no moment to think about Murphy like this.

He was holding a knife to my throat for fucks sake!

Knowing Murphy I thought he was really going to kill me, I soon felt regret for holding that knife to him.

I stopped thrashing around as it was no use, my breathing became wild as I prepared for the worst.

"Giving in to me so easily?" His hand uncovered my mouth, fingers still touching my lips.

"Suck," He demanded, his tone of voice was strong despite being hushed so nobody would hear.

This was the last thing I'd expect to happen with Murphy.

I couldn't help the lower sensation begin to rise throughout my entire body as I opened my mouth, Murphy's fingers instantly invaded the wet and warm place. I felt fuzzy and vulnerable all over, soon realizing I was enjoying this.

"Good girl," He said, making my thighs clench together, trying to get any type of friction to my clit.

Over time the blade on my neck didn't scare me, the fear turned to pleasure. My lower body became needy, the taste of his fingers being engraved into my mind as I was sucking wildly as if it was Murphy's cock and not just his fingers.

I could sense his smirk after I let out a soft moan, he was enjoying this too. Having me under his control, to do whatever he wanted with me. The thought could've made me cum then and there.

"Remember this next time," He whispered into my ear.

His knife trailed up and down my body, making me shiver at the coldness of the metal.

He suddenly retracted his hands to his sides, making me miss his fingers and the authority he held over me.

I turned around and he was leaving the tent, the taste of his fingers still vivid in my mouth.

I had debated running after him and demanding an explanation but I stood there, starstruck.

It didn't take long for me to snap back into reality, the thoughts I had about Murphy hit me like a train, embarrassment suddenly replacing the feeling before. I tried reminding myself I hated him, but despite everything I told myself, my body longed for his touch once again.

I wasn't sure what possessed me that night, I was sure it'd pass after a night's sleep. But I wasn't even safe in my dreams, his touch followed me everywhere.

Who knew weeks of hate could diminish with a few touches?

Though I still hated him.

I was sure of that.

But I couldn't stop my attraction.

I couldn't stop my mind from roaming in places it shouldn't.

I couldn't.

The only day I wish he annoyed me, he didn't. He would walk right past my butcher table, right by me. As if the previous night hadn't happened, as if his fingers didn't fill my mouth searching every crevice and crease.

Every so often Id catch him stealing glances at me- or at least I thought I did.

But I knew it was true when he was the first in line for breakfast, taking an extra long time to pick out his decision, forcing the tension between us to grow thicker. It was like he was torturing me like he knew just how bad I needed him.

The feeling had become too much for me, I quickly filled the bowls for dinner and rushed off to my tent once again, needing to relieve myself at least a little bit. I knew Raven was working with Monty in the dropship to figure out the wristbands so I had a bit of time to myself.

Rushing into my tent I dropped my pants and threw them onto a nearby chair. I climbed into the makeshift bed and began sucking on my own fingers, trying to mimic Murphy's movements the best I could.

I couldn't believe myself, getting off to the guy I despised with every ounce of my being. The way his middle part looked, how his nose was a bit too big for his face, how dark his blue eyes looked. I imagined every part of him, going back to that night in my mind.

My other hand snaked down to my clothed pussy, rubbing myself through the fabric while a series of moans escaped my occupied lips.

"Murphy..." I let out unrestrained, speeding up my movements.

"Yeah?" I heard someone ask.

My eyes instantly shot open as I scrambled up, staring at the one and only Murphy. How did he keep sneaking in her without me hearing?

He walked closer to me, "Don't let me stop you," He spoke, staring down at me.

I was frozen with shock, unable to process what just happened. How much had he seen? My face must've been a bright red by now.

"Too scared now? I said, Don't let me stop you." His hands found their way to my throat, giving it a light squeeze. I wasn't sure of his motives but I knew, in this moment, I was more turned on than ever.

The grip he had on my throat only turned me on more, now soaking through my panties.

I shakily began rubbing myself through my panties again, my nerves shooting through the roof. The man Id been having fantasies about was now watching me fuck myself.

Murphy swiftly unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper, bringing his hard cock out in front of my face, the sight had me drooling while he smirked down at me.

"Put that practice to good use," He spoke, tapping his tip on my lips, the hand on my throat now running to my hair, grabbing a fist full of it causing me to open my mouth just enough for him to thrust into it. He released a low groan at the initial feeling, the taste of his cock now invading my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the shaft of his dick while he fucked mercilessly into my mouth, gripping my hair tighter every time to keep me still. With every thrust he hit the back of my throat, sending chills down my entire body.

"Thought you hated me," He said in between grunts, "Now you have my dick in your mouth," His familiar smirk was still planted on his face, he'd never let me live this down.

I felt his dick twitch in my mouth before he pulled out, tear snow streaming down my face.

"Fuck you," I said in between breaths, regaining my composure.

"Yeah, don't worry, you're about to." He took me by the arm and made me lay flat with my ass in the air.

His hands grabbed and slapped at my ass, making me squeak out pathetic moans. Grabbing the waistband of my panties he dragged them down, revealing my soaked pussy.

"You sure you hate me?"

Before I could reply he had already trusted into my pussy, giving me no warning. the sudden filling made my back arch. Murphy threw his head back, relishing the feeling of my tight pussy around his dick.

He didn't let me adjust before he was thrusting deep inside of me, unable to control his urges. The pleasure was unlike anything of felt before, his length made it so easy to hit every spot inside me, spots I'd never even known of.

"I hate you!" I moaned out, I wasn't sure if it was true or not anymore, I just didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of knowing I loved being fucked by him.

"Want me to stop?" He retorted. He knew I didn't want him to stop, so when I didn't answer he grabbed a fist full of my hair again, forcing me to prop my arms up to support myself. The grip on my hair only helped him pound into me further, not giving me any chance to think.

I wasn't just full of Murphy, I was full of hatred. I hated the fact I enjoyed this so much, hated the fact I never wanted it to end, hated the fact he could make me feel this good, hated how much I loved this.

"Fuck, Murphy!" I felt the familiar wave of my climax race up my body, making me shake with pleasure as I came around his dick. This didn't stop Murphy, in fact, it only fueled him more.

"Just let it out," He spoke breathily, my arms felt like they were gonna give out but before they could he pulled my hair, bringing my back to his chest as he held me up. "Let everyone in camp know how good you feel right now,"

His hands snaked up my body to my neck, giving it a tight squeeze, something I never thought I'd be into until Murphy.

"I hate you," I moaned out between cries and breaths, my sweet spot now becoming sensitive as he kept relentlessly fucking me.

"Sure looks like it," He smirked into my shoulder, now beginning to suck and bite as his own climax was nearing the edge.

The grip on my neck was enough to make me cum again, the tightening helping Murphy reach his own high.

Murphy quickly pulled out of me, shooting his load onto the ground of the tent, laying his head in the crook of my neck while he caught his breath. I leaned into his touch while his hands slid up and down my sides, tracing each curve with admiration.

"Same time tomorrow?" He asked muffled.

"Go fuck yourself,"

Despite my words, he knew I wanted it just as bad as he did.

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[gladiatorcunt]

FIND YOUR LOVE | CORIOLANUS SNOW

summary: modern!coriolanus snow thoughts

cw: crack treated seriously vibes, typical coryo warnings, possessiveness/obsessive behavior, piss kink mention, period blood mention, spit kink mention, slight impact play mention, coryo and reader both have double majors because they’re overachievers, plus sized reader implications, drake mention, reader has bunny teeth & hip dips & glasses, talks of carving letters into skin, spying mention, overstimulation mention, images used in social media elements are not an exact represtation of the reader’s gender or image & are more about the vibes, “wife” usage but he’d feminize you no matter what, implications of sejanus playing the long game, 18+ minors dni

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Unaware rich kid because while a tragedy did happen in the family (his mother dying in childbirth according to his politician father who was later assassinated) nothing happened to really set them back to square one like in canon. He never really has had to claw himself back to the top, he’s just always been on a steady elevator ride to it.

Clumsy in the beginning in the way that he tries to be intimidating. He’s never had to starve so how can he understand its usefulness as a weapon?

Meets scholarship student double major classics and archaeology (minor in philosophy) reader who has only ever struggled.

The type to violently beat someone to near death on a whim and smirk as he’s escorted out of the police station with apologies because his family’s amazing team of lawyers were called.

Definitely part of some Saltburn ass family where you visit and you’re just like “what the fuck?” the things the 1% normalize (there are rumors of his family being cannibals back in the day, they might be a crime family, his high school principal fucked his mom AND his dad) never cease to disturb and confuse you but the gardens are very nice!

Strolls with you through them to seem romantic but also to brag about his family on your second date that he insisted be at his house (he was kind enough to let your first be at his family’s vacation house in the south of France)

Piss kink (creaks the bathroom door open to hold your hand or he leans against the door and stares you down if you take too long), period sex (more the type to eat you out on your period though) spit sharing and smearing, etc. Because of his carefully manufactured image, when he’s in love he just wants to completely let go and be gross and have that he accepted by the person be loves (plus it scratches the possessive itch in his brain by marking you and knowing you’d be too embarrassed to do it with anybody else)

Really only hand spanks you when you’re actively fucking and he’s so caught up in it all, he just grips the flesh of your ass and furiously jiggles it in his hands in between brisk strikes of his open palms and gets caught on your hole accidentally, it gets to the point where you’d want him to hit harder even if you thought you wouldn’t be into it because it’s just so unintentionally teasing.

Unlike the stereotypes, wouldn’t really be into drinking (other than wine because he thinks he’s above the beer drinking peasants) or drugs (other than the occasional line of cocaine 🤭) thinks keeping a clear head while you’re doing evil plotting is important. Typical white college rich boy hypocrisy (keeps you away from it though, even weed because it can kill your brain cells and he likes his bunny smart.)

He WILL carve his full government name onto you like a womb tattoo if you answer his texts 5 seconds after he expects you too. You CANNOT play with him.

Asked you out by leaving a bouquet of roses on your desk every morning with a note like “these are my grandma’am’s roses, and their beauty could only remind me of you 🥺🥹” (he threatened your roommate to deliver them and made sure they did thanks to the hidden camera he also had them put in)

Double major Political Science and Latin, minor in Philosophy but he likes ancient/older philosophy more. #1 “um actually 🤓👆” offender (hell is hot but his body runs ice cold, so he does not care <3) someone says they like philosophy and he goes “name three philosophers other than Nietzsche and Camus. I bet you’re the type to read Kafka too huh? whore.” (/j)

So hot though like modern Coryo has the curls but a touch shaggier. Everyone on campus turns their phones to the side and takes “discreet” pictures and makes those whisper posts like “need me an unhinged crazy jealous psycho possessive bf” but they’re not you so that wish will never come true :)

Say you’re going to McDonald’s, and he will kill you (if you’re from the south and you try to feed him anything traditional you’re used to, his charcuterie board and caviar eating ass will implode)

Another student in class asks you to borrow a pencil & his brain genuinely goes haywire so without looking he sends them the “let’s play a little game I made” TikTok (by the time you look back at him, he’s warmly smiling as he makes sure you see his hand sliding up his thigh)

If you think you’re working after getting your degree (he could’ve made you drop out, be grateful you get to spend more time together this way) then you’ve got a big storm coming (hope you can accept being baby trapped mwah)

He’s your little chihuahua named sparkles that bites people.

Emotional drake listener

The type where if you 99.7% (he will allow some wiggle room) give into his delusion and insanity, it’s nothing but smooth sailing (for you) and sex would still be passionate but never rough. Sometimes he slips a bit, but you just get more family heirloom jewelry and 5 billion sessions of oral as apologies.

On the swim team and runs track (somehow still looks hot no matter what doing those sports, wants you lick all the sweat off his body after he’s done. (he’d do that for you.) has a private yacht and does polo with Sejanus.

You once sat down, opened a package of cabbage leaves and went to town & Coryo knew in that moment that love is not a choice, it’s a curse.

Buys you mountains of clothes (the softest sweaters or the tightest evening wear because he loves how nothing about your body is hidden from him and one of his favorite ways to wind down is to soothe the marks left by the tight clothes digging into the chub of your tummy with his tongue) also loves how much bigger your thighs get when they spread out as you straddle him in one of his buttons up that reaches just under your ass.

Has a garage full of classic cars that he fucks you in and takes you on drives in.

(Insp. by that one video) fucks you on your stomach while cradling your jaw and when he’s done, he’s kissing down your back and all over your ass while hold a hand on the back of your neck. Eats you out upside-down kneeling straight up on the bed, the skin of your thighs spilling between his fingers as he grips them and nearly bends you in half. You don’t really ride him because he uses you like a fleshlight.

Tits guy no matter the size, prefers jerking off over them and covering them in cum over a boob job.

He won’t let you out in it, but you can be his bunny for Halloween since your front teeth remind him of a bunny, he already has the ears and tail waiting for you. That tweet where it’s like “okay everybody my bf’s about to walk in you all have to clap or I’m blowing this whole fucking building up” but that’s him when it comes to you.

Canon era snow is a girl dad, but modern snow is a boy dad, I fear.

Met you when you had just finished checking into your dorm, you were scrambling all over the place and without looking you bumped into the it boy of the school. His hands suddenly curved like shackles around your hips, his fingers subconsciously stroking your hip dips being the only reason you both didn’t careen to the floor from the collision.

“You should be more careful, wouldn’t want you to get a nasty bruise now, would we?” said with an unreadable yet playful tone and a snake’s smile, lips slightly curled up in the corners and a little too many teeth showing to feel truly comforted. His tongue flicks over his canines for a split second.

Smells like Maison Francis Kurkdijan’s baccarat rouge 540 (buzzcut Coryo gives Dior Sauvage vibes)

Matching airpod max sets and lets you put little bows on his.

Impeccable cable management, phone wirelessly charging on the nightstand or kitchen counter until it’s at 100% and doesn’t charge it again until it’s at 1%

Teaches you how to swim if you don’t know how, with a hand curled under your neck and another under your thigh to help you float. But has no problem just lounging with your back on his chest on the deck of his yacht or laying his head on your chest while you read together on the private beach he booked during your trip.

Slowly fingers you while making out with you and massaging your throat with his other hand. His chunky rings make clanging sounds against your pussy, and he smiles into your lips when you whine. He rests his forehead against yours & slowly spits in your mouth when it falls open as he makes you cum over and over until you’re too tired to leave the apartment he bought for the two of you.

Jiggles your tummy rolls when you’re fucking but sometimes, he’ll just casually bite them, loves laying his head on your stomach and when you sleep. He likes to have a firm grip on the chub of your tummy. He also just plays with it, pulls it, and kneads it but occasionally he’ll gently smack it.

NUTS ON YOUR STRETCH MARKS LIKE HE’S ICING A CINNAMON ROLL

Anyway, his grandma’am owns a fleet of flower shops across the country as well as managing the snow family’s gardens, and luckily enough the one closest to campus was hiring when you enrolled!

Pisces sun Capricorn rising Aries mars, stay strong.

Has to look you in the eyes or he can’t cum.

Always keeps glasses cleaner and a microfiber cloth on him so the second he sees you rub your eyes in frustration because you can’t see through them anymore (because in your mind that would somehow fix it) and reach to grab them off your face, he’s snaking his hand out and snatching them up. He doesn’t even give then back to you; he tenderly tucks your hair behind your ears and slowly slides them back on your face. literally booping the center of them with a grin. Also has your custom designed glasses case (with his initials) in one of his bag’s front pockets.

You asked him to buy you the Gojo skin in Fortnite and he grumbled “you already have my information.” But in his mind, he’s like “what does he have that i don’t?” 💀 (he’ll lose his mind when he finds out you like Geto more). Will play with you on a team consisting of the two of you and Sejanus. (so, he can keep an eye on you two)

Has very pretty cum, pearly and so thick you get jump scared when it leaks out because your pussy tries to weakly clench to keep it inside and it just pushes through. Cums less often but when he does its huge continuous loads, humps against whatever part of you he can like a dog and lays his head on your chest.

You could almost argue he likes anal more than anything else. When he eats you out, you run an extremely high risk of him “getting lost” and starting to eat out your other hole. When his dick slips out, he makes you watch while he slaps it against your clit and drags it through your slick to teasingly act like he’s going to push it into your ass.

Kisses his camera when you fall asleep on facetime if you’re apart from each other. wipes his lips afterwards though for sanitary reasons.

For sure the type to go overboard when someone says they want honest advice. Then when they’re on the verge of tears and he’s made everything worse, he goes “that’s just me though, who am I to judge yk? take it with a grain of salt.”

Museum dates but he’s pointing at depictions of goddesses and saying, “that’s you.”

Will drop kick those annoying Sephora kids if you need a certain product that they’re going after.

Y’all are battling for who has more products, your bathroom so is huge but every time you move something’s always falling off the double vanity sink.

If you need an inhaler or an EpiPen or anything like that, he’ll always have one on him. when you need it, his reaction is so fast you almost can’t see it and he tries to hide how his hands shake slightly even if the attack you're dealing with is more minor.

You could tell him you hate coconut and when you go on your fancy little dates to 5 stars restaurants, if your plate has even the tiniest hint of coconut, he’s sending that back with the harshest glare on his face imaginable (“They asked for no pickles!” *Gunshots* vibes)

Gets jealous of fictional characters, you show the slightest interest in a man who’s literally not real and his eye nearly falls out from how much it twitches.

The possessive bf coded TikTok trends you’d make him do would go crazy though like the nails on his dick through his pants one, any princess treatment one, any one where you’re dancing and he has to cover you, “hey daddy” & other text ones.

Alarms every five minutes, not only for him but he wants to be awake at the same time as you for a bit before you have to go your separate ways during the day. (kisses your temple when you slump against him while you try to wake up)

“What’s up, Petal?”

“What’s up, Coryo?”

While he acts like he’s been doing you a favor all this time, he would get you that engagement ring that has a spike going through the finger bone in it, and he would get a matching one <3.

Double penetration with a dildo that’s a replica of his cock 😻😽

Closet bi (childhood crush on Sejanus, who btw has been eyeing you too much for his liking lately.)

Scars on his back from An Incident. shaved his head and dropped out of school for a bit but it wasn’t hard for his family to get him back in

Gives you the worst side eye when you ask him to play Roblox total drama island with you but when Sejanus offers, he’s galloping to his pc (he absolutely kills it, like he’s undefeated and he’s not afraid to bully whatever kids are in the game)

Vibes:

a/n: this is lowkey so cringe but i am free. i hate him (i'd tell him i love him on the first date.) will definitely do more with this verse but have this brainrot for now. hope you enjoyed anyway! btw i'll actually be opening comissions next month. so i'd really appreciate it if y'all would keep that in mind! talk to me about modern coryo or any version of coryo lol.

[coryosbaby]

Ultraviolence // E.L + C.M.

(Pt. 5)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader, Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin

Warning: stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), some angst and shit parents // nsfw ! Threesome . Spit kink . Degradation & praise . Cum swallowing . Oral (m & f receiving) . Fingering (f receiving), choking, overstimulation — dom! Chad, dom! Ethan, sub! Reader

A/N: If this isn’t necessarily the pt 5 people were hoping for I deeply apologize. This is also more plot than porn. But I have a shit ton of ideas for part 6 that I’m rly excited to post 🤭🤭 Ty for reading 🙌🏻

Ethan’s cock is hot and heavy inside you as he fucks your needy cunt with an aching rage. Your nails are digging into his back, small whimpers slipping from your lips as his teeth bite down on your jugular. His hips cant into you at an incredible pace.

It’s been two days. Maybe three, you haven’t really been counting with how much Ethan has been shoving his cock into any hole on your body that exposes itself to him. He’s taking his anger directed towards his dad out onto you, while Chad watches.

Sure, Chad likes watching you get fucked; there’s no doubt about that. But the way Ethan has been touching you for this long is almost starting to concern him. But he knows he can get this way sometimes. Sometimes Ethan gets the need to blow off steam. After high school the once nerdy guy Chad used to be friends with is now a mean sex fiend.

Not that the other can talk, though. Because he’s been going along with it too, cock flush in his hand while he towers over your face and let’s it rub along the expanse of your kiss bitten lips, his abdomen clenched tight with the ache to release. His apartment is hot today, the summer heat reaching a high of ninety eight degrees. It’s a wonder none of you have passed out yet, even with the a/c running. Sweat drips down Ethan’s neck as he pounds you. Your eyes look up at the both of them, pupils dilated and streaming tears. Ethan’s thumbs move to the corners of your mouth and roughly pull them apart to expose the whites of your teeth.

“Good fucking girl. Yeah, open that mouth wide.” Hes demanding, and you can’t say no as you move your mouth open wider. He grins, his spit landing on your tongue and making your eyes roll back. “You fucking slut. This is all your good for, isn’t it? Being used as a little sex doll. That’s your place now, right? Can’t go anywhere, staying in this fucking bed being our fucking sex slave.”

You nod, fucked out and desperate; you’ve came more times than you can count since Ethan had decided to crash on Chad’s couch and you had showed up. Of course you took breaks, but… that wasn’t too far off from them just doing it so you wouldn’t faint or die from dehydration.

“You wanna taste my cum, bunny?” Chad’s voice growls out. He’s close, hands rubbing against his tip in just the right spot. Your tongue peeks out as you close your eyes and wait for his seed to hit you. And when it does, salty and bitter against your taste buds, Ethan lets out a loud animalistic groan and dumps his third load of the day into you. Your worn, body feeling incredibly hot and used. You’re too fucked out for another orgasm.

“Are you done?” You ask quietly, as Ethan pulls out of your abused cunt. He nods, fingers coming up to run across your jaw and tickle the tips of your ears. Chad moves to lay beside the both of you, his hands going to wrap around your wrist as a form of comfort.

“Yeah, baby. We’re done. C’mere, you have to rest.”

“Can we get McDonald’s after this?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Chad cuts in. “Anything you want.”

“I don’t know,” Ethan jokes. “She has her belly full now, doesn’t she?”

Chad grimaces. “Shut up, dude. That’s gross.”

“You literally swallowed my cum two days ago.”

“Yeah, because you held my head down —“

“You would’ve swallowed it anyway!”

A smile plasters on your face at their antics, and your eyes begin to close as the two boys wrap their arms around you.

Ethan watches the outline of your jaw, your soft neck littered with hickeys and bruises. And then to Chad, who’s hands gently graze his as they rest on your tummy. He smiles.

It’s almost perfect, this way. Chad has a job, Ethan’s working on getting one, and you… you’re here, and you’re perfect and you’re beautiful and—

Ethan is so mad.

It’s almost perfect— but there’s a problem. Of course there is, why fucking wouldn’t there be?

You still live in your parent’s house, after all.

Oh, you could move if you could. You could live with Chad, with Ethan, make things the way you want them to— but your mother is demanding. Threatening to cut off your college tuition money if you left was the part that had made you stay. Even after they accused Ethan of being a perverted freak of a person, after saying you were ‘too innocent’ and ‘too young’ to know what he was doing (you and Ethan are only two years apart).

So after they had left for an emergency business venture you knew where you could go. They told you not to, but it’s not like they’d figure it out. And being locked in your room was really starting to bore you.

Ethan’s blood has been boiling since the night you got caught. He wishes he could give you the money for your college, wishes he could give you the entire fucking world. But that doesn’t work on Chad’s salary and probably won’t work on the one Ethan’s about to have.

He wants you and Chad to only be with him.

That may sound selfish, but Ethan isn’t known for being necessarily generous. He wants the entire world to be cut off from the both of you, wants the only thing you both see to be him. Ethan could tear the world apart limb from limb just to have you and Chad forever.

It’s really starting to fuck with him.

Ethan is starting to scare you a little bit.

It’s not the sex— well, it is a little bit, but you enjoy it. He’s just been so.. out of it, recently.

Not in the sense of ‘he’s losing feelings’ or anything like that. It’s when he gets this look in his eyes. Sometimes when he thinks no else is looking, when those doe eyed things go dark and he seems like he’s thinking of doing something he shouldn’t. You don’t know what it is, exactly. But he looks so far off— as if he’s somewhere else. And he’s become more violent; in sex, in the way he holds you down and then holds Chad down the same way. It’s confusing.

And it’s also making you a bit nervous.

Chad doesn’t seem any different, at least from what you can tell. He’s still his same soft self— outside of sex, of course. He takes Ethan’s behavior in stride (and with a little bit of prep). But you can tell that he notices, too.

“I just think that you should drop out.”

Ethan’s voice is blaring with a twinge of annoyance, as he drives you back to your house. You told him he shouldn’t, that it’s too risky. But he won’t listen. You also know that when he says ‘drop out’ he actually means ‘leave our parents and be with me.’

You roll your eyes, hands going down to adjust your pink sundress.

“I can’t just drop out, Ethan. I have a career I’m set on.”

“We can make it work—“

“Don’t be stupid.” You mutter. His hands tap against the steering wheel impatiently, face turned up into one of anger. His blue shirt clings to him tightly, muscles are prominent.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” He snaps.

“Don’t make dumb suggestions.”

After that snide comment he shoves you into the house and bends you over the kitchen counter, regardless of your protests, like he did the first time. And then he left you with cum dripping all down your legs, while you waited for your parents to get home from their trip.

When they did you decided to not eat dinner that night.

Your mom has been on the fence since your secret had been revealed to the Landry household. Ethan — your stepbrother — has been fucking you for months.

You still remember the sound of Wayne’s voice screaming at the both of you:

“How could you do this?! After everything we’ve done for the both of you?!”

“You’re a disappointment to me, Ethan. I want you out!”

And then after, when Ethan had left, the words spewed at you.

“I can’t believe you would be such a whore.”

“How could you do this to our family? To me?!”

“You’re never seeing him again.”

Yeah, right.

You sigh, plopping down onto your bed. It’s almost time for you to go to college, the summer ending.

What a wild story you could tell if you had an essay due about your summer.

Your parents are downstairs, now. Doing— you don’t really know what they’re doing. You don’t come down from your room anymore.

A text dings on your phone. You smile.

E🫶🏻: you okay?

me: mhm

You pause. You bite your lip as you assemble to next message.

me: I miss u :)

A moment for him to reply.

E🫶🏻: I miss you too, bunny

E🫶🏻: chad said he misses you too

me: I miss u both >:(

me: we’ll see each other more when I’m away at college tho <3

E🫶🏻 : maybe I have a way to make us be with each other all the time :)

me: oh yeah lover boy? And what would that be

E🫶🏻: you’ll see.

Your brows furrow. A surprise, maybe? A gift? Maybe a new way for you to sneak out…

You don’t know. But your eyes are beginning to become heavy and sleepy; you tell him and Chad both good night and begin to sleep.

Your dreams have become nightmares, more or less. Images of blood and gore, a hand holding on a little too tight — it’s been the same for the past few nights. Your family, slaughtered.

A loud crash makes your eyelids flutter open.

You think you’ve only been asleep a few hours. Your hello kitty clock reads 2:37 a.m in giant bold letters, and your heart beats harshly against your chest at the sudden sound. Furrowing your brows, but being cautious, you grab the pink pocket knife you kept beside your bed. It isn’t much, but it’s something, at least. Creeping closer to the door you can hear that the noise has stopped— but that doesn’t calm you. You think of waking up your parents but you don’t want to make them any more mad than they already are.

You open your door. No one is outside your room, it seems. The sound must’ve come from downstairs. Creeping down the wooden steps you go into the living room and see that it’s empty.

Except for the window.

The one near the couch is wide open, and you can see that a house plant beside it got knocked over and broke all to pieces. You gulp, hands gripping the knife tighter. Your dreams have made you extremely paranoid, and if there really is an intruder, you won’t go down without a fight.

Another crash— from the kitchen this time, but not as loud as before. It was more of just.. commotion. You prepare yourself, breath heavy. You make your way to the doorway, prepared to strike and stab and hit….

Someone grabs you.

The knife clatters to the ground. So much for protecting yourself! Your immediate thought is to scream, but no words come out and a hand is covering your mouth. When they whirl you around and begin laughing your brows furrow and hot tears well up from the stress.

….It’s fucking Ethan.

He’s standing there, a shit eating grin on his face, wearing a muscle tee and jeans.

You sneer, pushing him harshly as you wipe your eyes.

“You fucking asshole!” you whisper yell. “You scared the fuck out of me! What the hell is wrong with you?”

He chuckles. “Sorry, sweetness. It’s just so funny to see the look on your face.”

You sniffle, crossing your arms and willing yourself not to cry anymore. “‘S not funny.”

Ethan’s smile drops, his hands reaching out wrap you into a hug. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, promise.”

He doesn’t seem that sorry, but you drop the subject.

“You literally broke in, Ethan. What if mom and dad wake up? You’ll be in so much trouble, i swear— they’ll call the fucking police on you—”

Your words stop when he turns his back to you, stalks into the kitchen, and begins rummaging through the house’s well renowned junk drawer.

“Calm down, baby. I just needed to get my watch. I forgot it before I moved… aha! There it is!”

He excitedly turns around and shows you the black and red band. He slips it around his wrist. You roll your eyes, and scoff.

“You broke into the house so you could take a watch?”

He gives you a mischievous look. He moves closer to you and his lips graze yours. You can’t help but smile.

“Maybe I came to take something else with me, too.”

You bite your lip, but your eyes go to the stairs.

“We can’t do that here. We’ll get caught.”

“Suit yourself, then,” Ethan quips. He sighs dramatically. “I guess I’ll just be on my way then..”

“No!” Your immediate to keep him here. To keep him with you. You aren’t the same without his company.

He smiles, lips grazing your neck. His teeth scrape against it and you admire the sting. “There’s my good girl.”

You kiss him, harsh. He tastes fresh and sweet. His hands find your waist and he pushes you against the kitchen counter. You whine, your hands reaching for the bulge in his pants— but your wrist hits his pocket and you feel something inside of it. You reach in, playful. But when you pull it out, it’s the pocket knife you dropped earlier. He must’ve picked it up when you weren’t looking.

“Why do you need my knife?” You ask, as his lips peck your chin and jawline. He looks down, at it in your hands, white teeth shining as he smiles.

“Maybe I like to have a part of you with me wherever I go.”

It’s endearing. But this feeling settles in your stomach— something you can’t quite place. However, you slide the blade back into his pocket and begin to kiss him again. His fingers are right there, just about to brush over your clit.

And out of the corner of your eye, you see the upstairs light flicker on.

You panic, lips breaking away from Ethan’s as you hear footsteps. You’ve lived long enough in the house to know who’s it is— it’s your mother’s. Your eyes widen.

“Hide!”

Ethan mouths the words oh shit before running into the living room. You pray he finds a decent hiding spot. Your mom comes down the stairs, in her robe and with messy hair. She seems like she’s just woken up.

“Is there someone else down here with you?” She says, confused.

You shake your head, nervously biting your thumbnail.

“No, mom. No one is down here. It’s just me.”

“Huh.”

She looks around and she walks into the living room. You follow her in fear, and when you catch Ethan’s sneakers underneath the window curtain you almost fucking scream in frustration. Your mother is too busy looking at her broken plant and the opened window for her to notice.

“Oh my god! Did someone break in?” She exclaims. Your heart beats rapidly.

“Uhm— no!” You say, exasperated and lying.

You try your best to think up a good fake story. “I slept-walked again, i think. I’ve been meaning to tell you… it’s been a while but I think it’s starting up again.”

You haven’t slept-walked since you were twelve. Your mom sighs, annoyed.

“Shit. I’ll call the doctor in the morning, then. We’ll see if he can find anything for it. Because if it’s to the point where you’re breaking things and opening windows..”

“—That’s not necessary, mom, really.”

“I’m calling them, y/n.” She states. She looks you up and down for a moment. If you don’t know any better you think a look of disgust is on her face. “For once in your life, please make yourself useful and clean this up.”

Your head hangs down, and you bite your lower lip to keep from snapping at her. “Yes ma’am.”

When she goes back up stairs, Ethan comes out of his hiding spot. You breathe out a sigh of relief, but Ethan’s fists are clenched.

“She shouldn’t talk to you like that.” He says.

You shrug, threading your fingers through his. His curls are sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed. He’s absolutely precious, even when he’s angry.

“Doesn’t matter, E. Forget about it.”

He narrows his eyes at the stairs, as if she was standing there and he could see her. Your thoughts go back to the knife and you get that feeling again. But your lips are back on his in an instant and it seems that Ethan quickly forgets his rage. His hand rests on the back of your head as he tries to drag you to the couch. But you shake your head and giggle.

“Not here. I’m not getting caught fucking you again.”

“Technically, we weren’t fucking.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Still.”

So you drag him up the stairs. It’s scary, because your parents are also up there, but at least you’re both better concealed. He fucks you raw on the bed and chokes you with his incredibly toned arms. And then he lays with you and you both smoke a joint out the window so it doesn’t smell.

But even then, and even after he left, your thoughts still linger on the knife he had taken with him.

© 2023 bratty-lxndry444 🤏🏻 all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours !!!

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!sorcerer!reader, they’re both still in jjhigh, geto involvement, revenge / blackmail mention, pet play, sex toys, gojo is meanie, degradation, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day fourteen [ gojo satoru + pet play ] // one of three very special pieces dedicated to very special people! this one is for @arabaka 💚 love love you jackie!!

if you would’ve known Satoru had a pet play kink, you never would have agreed to this stupid bet. hell, you knew before you agreed that you probably going to lose, but you couldn’t help but at least try to knock his arrogant ass down a peg or two. still, even though your failure was almost guaranteed, you never thought the penalty would be so… humiliating.

“G—gonna get me… exprrrled—“ it was difficult to talk, because every time you tried to form words, no matter how muffled or distorted they were, you drooled around the bone-shaped silicone gag strapped tight between your teeth.

your eyelids fluttered when he tugs on the leash, tightening the chain-collar around your throat and bringing your attention up to where he sat, sprawled in his desk. his long legs outstretched. “Only if you get caught.” Gojo chuckles as he says this, giving your collar another rough tug. “Now, look cute and obedient for the cameras, pup.”

a handful of flashes went off at once as your classmates encircled you, capturing this incredibly humiliating moment in snapshots to no doubt blackmail you with later. Geto seems particularly amused by seeing you on the floor on your knees, drooling in little but your panties and a leash. he snapped picture after picture, getting one from every angle, as Gojo uses his grip on your lead to make you pose. you thought maybe it was because when he had tried to kiss you last year, you’d gut-punched him.

maybe Gojo had been plotting this sort of revenge against you since you rejected his best friend. or, maybe he was just this deranged.

your eyes watered.

it wasn’t because of the flashes or even the choker, but the relentless, humming vibe stuffed in your panties. the battery chamber juts out in a tent of wet fabric, keeping the phallic dildo jammed and rotating in your clenching canal, and the flickering bunny ears teasing your clit until your eyes crossed, and your cunt started to dribble juices on the floor beneath where you sat. “I wonder how many times my bitch has cum already.” Gojo snickered, mischievous as he pushes at your back with the toe of his shoe, forcing you on all fours instead of your knees. you slurred out a moan, thighs trembling, and press your chest to the floor, reluctantly obedient for him. “Enough to ruin her panties and make a mess of this floor. Aren’t you embarrassed, puppy? To be so messy and needy?”

you nod, but you get the feeling he doesn’t really care if you are.

“S-srrrtorruuu…” you groan, eyes rolling back when he leans forward and grabs the base of the toy, jiggling it tauntingly through your panties. “N-nrrr mrrr…”

“Hmm? What’s that, puppy?” he teases, leaning closer still, as if trying to decipher what you’re saying. you look up at him weakly, spit and tears mixing on the floor beneath your chin, and repeat the plea for this humiliating moment to end. but he beams with delight, and gives your ass a swat. “Sounds like you want something. Well, you know what good puppies do, don’t you? They beg. Go on, be a good, slutty pup and nuzzle me, beg for your treats and I might just let our friends get some nice shots of you bent over the desk, taking my cock and your favorite toy in your greedy hole.” as he says this, he runs his hand along your face instead, and much to your own surprise, you do just what he asks. you tried to tell yourself it was out of the hope that if you did what he wanted, he’d go easy on you, but the truth was much more depraved than that. you were starting to like being his little bitch. rubbing your wet cheek against his palm, you mewl and bat your eyelashes.

“P-pleasseee… gov mrrr treats!”

[empressgeekt]

Trolls - Burning Branches AU part 1

Or alternate title, I have now been sucked down the sudden black hole that is this fandom and now the troll plot bunnies are running ramped around my Fanfic farm, because the creators of this franchise has added my weakness...Sibling relationships... Now I have plans for a two story saga in this fandom of which I wouldn't have glanced at with interest at all a month ago.

Well, that's enough rambling, Time to get into the meat of the fic plot.

So, while browsing on Ao3 I noticed that there was this Rock!Branch au, where Branch is separated from the pop-trolls as a kid and ends up being raised by Barb and Thrash of the Rock Trolls. I love this concept, more then some relatives of mine. But I want to put a little spin on it. I've been a big fan of amnesia/memory loss fics, and I noticed there was a lack of them in this fandom.

Brozone breaks up and Grandma dies like in canon, same old same old. However, in this AU Branch is forced to leave the Troll Tree as a kid, because there is a larger sigmatism about trolls who went grey. The Trolls are very clear that they want nothing to do with Branch. They are all already living with death at their door step and they don't need a grey child to constantly break the false image of happy paradise that the adults try to maintain in the Tree to keep themselves sane. Branch, with nothing else left for him in the tree, packs up and tries to leave to find his brothers, though he does worry if they would even want him now that he was grey.

After successfully escaping the town, (the bergens don't notice if a small troll vanishes in the middle of the night, they didn't notice the whole village packing up), Branch spends a terrifying night in the woods. Running away from what are "predator's" in the eyes of a small child. Until he accidentally, stumbles in the a wormhole. The wormhole sucks Branch away from, Pop territory to the outskirts of the Rock badlands. But in this new hot volcanic he is still far from safe. (I'm adding that their are harsh powerful dragons that roam around the Rock trolls territory, as there has to be some type of reason behind they turned their own music and instruments in the to energy weapons while the other tribes didn't. Not to mention the active volcanic activity everywhere!) While running away from some of these actual predators and dangerous lava pools, Branch gets shoved over a cliffside, and falls into one of the few rivers nearby. In the raging rapids, the little troll strikes his head against the rocky river bed. Knocking him out.

Meanwhile, Still-King Thrash is leading an expedition to the river to fetch water for the people of Volcano Rock City. Being the very soft and caring Father he is, once he sees a small child floating in the river he jumps in without a second thought, and pulls the child to the shore. He leaves the expedition in the hands of another Troll and brings the some how still alive child back to the City and into the care of a capable doctor. While waiting to hear if Branch will live, Thrash goes through the little sack the kid had with him. There's enough evidence for the king of rock to come to the conclusion that Branch was running away, and needless to say Thrash is furious. Who would be so cruel that dared to make a child in his kingdom feel so scared and unwelcomed that they would run away! (at this point due to Branch's greyness and the high emotions of the situation Thrash hasn't realized Branch is from Pop yet, not that it would matter in the long run he's still ticked off).

Eventually, the doctor (an old friend of Thrash's whom they have a deep trust between, I haven't named them yet), calls Thrash in. Thrash finds Branch unconscious on the medical bed with his head bandaged. The doctor tells Thrash that's its a miracle that Branch is even alive, but it would take a bigger one for the child to wake up. The underneath the blood of the wound was a skull fracture and possible brain damage. Then he mentions it would probably be better if Branch never woke up, and further explains Branch's nature as a pop troll, and his greyness. Thrash takes this information in with a sad heart. Stigma against pop was still running high in the Rock kingdom, despite Thrash wanting to believe his people could spare their bias to care for a wounded child, he knows that no foster family would take a pop troll in. He asks the Doctor to keep quiet about Branch, and that if the boy would wake up Thrash would take him in himself. He goes home and hugs Barb after an exhausting day, and asks her if she was open to having a little brother.

After a few weeks, Branch wakes up, but he has no memory of anything. Not his name. Not where he's from. Not how he got there. At this point the medical staff that were allowed to know about him, have taken to calling him Charcoal, or Char, after his perfectly black and shiny hair, and it just kind of stuck after that. Thrash has taken to visiting Branch, even before the boy was conscious, quickly growing fond over the boy and until he'd recovered enough to be taken to the royal cavern. Barb takes to having Char around very well. Having a younger sibling, gives her something to put her protectiveness towards. Thrash makes and announcement, claiming Char as his own to Rock, and putting the boy as second in-line for the throne.

Still it isn't all cupcakes and rainbows with Char in his new home. He has lasting effected form his head injury in the form of migraines and fainting spells. The child is plagued by nightmares, of Giants coming to eat him and old ladies. They frighten him so much he draws and designs traps and bunkers to keep himself safe. Some of the designs Thrash actually considers building in case of emergency. Music brings him to tears if it's too loud or sudden, or if Barb asked him to sing-along. His room is sound proofed, and he has a pair of headphones to block things out if needed. Thrash also finds that his new adoptive son, is far more book-smart then him or Barb, the rarely used Rock library becomes Char's second home. The child become well educated in History, engineering, math, sciences and politics.

It would take two years before, Barb managed to talk Char into coming to her music practice, where the kid learns that music is more then just noise that makes him feel scared/unsafe. Seeing the weapon music can be, something he can learn to protect himself with, Char becomes hooked on the idea of learning it. Too everyone's surprise, it comes to boy like second nature, and his voice is like that of an angel's.

Eighteen years pass, and Branch grows up to be, Prince Char, second born son to Thrash King of Rock. He's a known expert with a guitar, both as an instrument and a weapon, his reputation is that of a eerily smart and organized strategist, who is loyal to his family and people to a fault and ruthlessly protective. With Thrash's health, both physical and mental, in rapid decline, Barb is forced to take on the mantel of Queen earlier then she wanted, but this time she has a brother to lean on as an advisor. Which is a good thing, because between the two of them Char is a much better planner.

Pressure is turned up on the royal rock siblings, when an unexpected earthquake destroys the farmlands that feeds the city. Sure, volcanic soil can been great for growing plants, but rivers of lava and giant fresh trenches don't help at all. Barb flies off the handle, and begins to panic in quiet about what she needs to do to protect the people of Rock, while Char looks into historical records to see if the past king ever had to deal with issues like this. Eventually he stumbles on the knowledge that during ancient times if one of the tribes was in trouble they would call upon their sister tribes for aid.

"Oh that's great advise your books have, let's ask for help from our sworn enemies!" Barb would exclaim, "Wait...the other tribes! If they lasted as long as we did, then they must have resources! But they wouldn't help us...not unless they were just like us. We could use our string to convert..."

"Barb! I'm going to stop you right now. First one our string isn't powerful enough to over-write someone's genre, believe me I looked into it-"

"But if we get all the strings..."

"You mean steal them?"

"Yah!"

"No, if we were to fail that would only sour relations between genres further and our people would still be starving. We'd be better off forging an alliance with a tribe, rather then wasting already limited resources conquering one."

"URGH! Why are you always right....So, alliance...that's our best plan?"

"Currently yes."

"With people that hate us! Are we sure we can't conquer them?"

"Barb, were trying to make a harmony. You can't make harmony with everyone using the same voice. They all need to be different, and they all can't be forced into something they they aren't or it all falls apart."

"Whoa, that's deep. Where'd ya learn that?"

"I-I don't know...but the point still stands we need to befriend another tribe not conquer one!"

"Okay, so how do we do that?"

"Well, apparently theirs more ways then one, all of them include paper work, so leave that to me, but one of them we actually have a unique opportunity to ally with."

"Oh? And how do we take advantage of this unique opportunity?"

"You're not going to like this...but we use me..."

Branch would go on to explain his plan to ally the Rock kingdom with the Pop trolls...through an Arranged Marriage between him and the Pop princess. Barb hates it, especially after all the pop trolls did to her brother when he was young, but she can't argue the logic. The pop trolls live in a forest rich with food and plant life, and water sources. However, they have zero defenses other then how deep they live in the forest. (how he knows all of this Branch has no idea) If the alliance managed to go through, the Rock trolls could get the needed food supplies, and the Pop trolls could gain the knowledge of how to use musical weaponry.

Barb still hates it, it feels like her little brother is throwing away his future. But Char assures her that he's okay with it, and that it's his turn to take on the burden of the crown he supposed to wear. As a bio-pop troll the possibility of an heir from the alliance marriage is higher then if they use a random Rock citizen, and as Rock Prince that will give more creditably to the pleads of their people to Pop. He tells Barb to just take care of Dad when he's gone and that they always have debbie to talk to each other through letters.

So they send a message to Pop Village...requesting to consider the marriage.

At Pop village, Poppy is busy with her new duties as a fresh coronated Queen, caring for the village needs and further establishing peaceful relations with the Bergens after the fall of Chef. When the message reaches her, delivered Via Debbie and Biggie, Peppy tries to take it from her before she cane read it. And then she demands that he Explain why she just got a proposal in a letter from a Rock Prince?

Peppy reluctantly explains the history of the Tribes, and how some times they would form alliances between the genres by wedding members of the royal families together to ensure peace. He makes it very clear that He doesn't want Poppy to even think of answering the Rock trolls even if to decline the proposal, but she fights back saying hat this might be their only chance for peace between the genres for years to come if its taken this long for them to reach out this time. Peppy then tries to argue that if Poppy were to accept the proposal that she would have to marry this prince, this stranger, and he never wanted that to happen to her. He knows Poppy is queen now and he can't order her to do anything, but he asks her to think about this before making any kind of decision.

Poppy needless to say, deeply contemplates the proposal. She wants to help reunite the tribes, but bonding herself to a stranger she never met was a daunting thing. She talks with Cooper and Bridget who are surprisingly helpful with everything, and decides that she'll accept the proposal with the condition that she and her future groom have the chance to meet and get to know each other before the wedding.

Barb and Char readily accept the condition, and calculate that they can give one month of courtship before the Rock kingdom is without food. They respond back to Poppy, and tell them that Char and a few others would arrive in Pop Village a few days after she would receive the letter that confirmed the betrothal.

Char arrives at Pop Village with much fanfare from his travel companions, but shushes them quickly and addresses Poppy and Peppy in a polite manner. Poppy is kind of thrown off by how grey her future husband is, not that she shows it. Char is just as shocked about how bright and colorful she is.

The romance is awkward at first. The cultural differences get in the way sometimes. But eventually a connection is formed. Char learns to feed off of Poppy's energy and Poppy learns that there's more to this grey prince then gloom. With the wedding scheduled for the end of the month, Poppy decides to introduce Char to her BFF Bridget.

Needless to say, it doesn't go well.

Char's underlaying trauma comes back in a panic attack and flashback upon seeing the Troll Tree and bergens. The memory of his Grandmother's demise suddenly becoming clear as day in his mind. In the panic he accidently fires his guitar at Grisle and Bridget, with makes Poppy panic and angry at him. So he runs off into the woods.

Bridget and Poppy end up having a heart to heart where Bridget says that Char looked scared. Having heard about how Char was acutualy a pop-troll and was adopted into the royal family, Poppy connects the dots rather quickly. Realizing that Char used to live in the Troll Tree but didn't escape with the others. the whole visit was triggering for him.

She runs back to Pop Village looking forh im, only to find that Queen Barb had arrived to help set up the wedding, and she wants to know where her Brother is. Poppy blurts out what happened while trying to defuse the situation, and that only serves to rile Barb up further. Until Poppy snaps, yellling at Barb that they need to go looking for Char not fight here! This impresses Barb into agreeing.

Poppy finds him and they end up having a heart to heart, and confessing...

The wedding goes on as planned. On the neutral ground of the Troll Tree, allowing Char to visit his late Grandmother's home for the first time in twenty years.

All seems well...Until one John Dory screams, "Stop the Wedding!"

...

I will post part two in a separate post because this is long!

Part two, and Part three

Edit: The prolog for this fic, which is basically Char's child hood is now posted on Ao3. Link

[sleepyangelkami]

ellie x reader with oral fixation 😵‍💫😵‍💫

PRETTY LIPS e.williams

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 1.4K

ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - who knew ellie's pretty little girlfriend could get off from simply having her lips attached to her aching pussy, literally straight up porn without a plot.

 ☆ WARNINGS - smut, oral fixation, oral (e.recieving), reader being obsessed with giving her girlfriend head, slight hair pulling, mattress humping, reader getting off from giving ellie oral, sub!reader, dom!ellie, pet names, smidge of after care?, lil bit of fluff at the end, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

"got you all worked up, hmm?" a grunt from the girl above you as her fingers wrapped around your pretty hair, slowly wrapping little strands around her finger tips. she knew how much you liked it when she tugged on your hair, slowly and gently yet enough to have you whimpering at her touch. "just needed to put that pretty mouth on something huh?" she groaned at the feeling of you whining into her pussy, tongue making kitten licks against her clit.

she had already came twice and you knew this would be her last one for she simply couldn't do anymore. and yet, you lapped her up like a hungry dog. you couldn't help it, however, for your mouth always seemed to be drawn right there at the end of every single night. ellie knew how much you liked it, getting to lick her pussy dry and how could she refuse you when you batted your pretty lashes, doe eyes staring right up at her as if you were asking something of so much innocence. but ellie knew you weren't truly innocent, not after her, at least. and that much was enough to have her stripping herself from her jeans and pushing down her boxers so you could latch your lips to her swollen bud.

you peered up at her, innocent-like eyes as your mouth worked on her pussy. your hands were strewn to her thighs, holding them down as if she would have moved anyway, as if you would have had the strength to keep her down if she had decided to move. but she wouldn't, you knew she wouldn't for she was having too much fun like this, seeing you like this.

with one hand pulling the roots of your hair, she pulled her free one up to her head, pushing a hand down her face. "fuck." whispering beneath her breath. "oh, yeah, just like that bunny." she knew what those nicknames did to you. she felt vibrations spread throughout her as you whimpered into her cunt just at the mere sound of her voice. you couldn't help it, though, because she tasted so good. you ignored your flaming cheeks and sped up the speed of your tongue. you swirled it around her nub before sticking it right back in her hole, tasting her hot juices from before still evident from your previous work. and though she still felt so sensitive, she didn't so much as buck her hips yet, for she was enjoying this view too much. your eyes, practically rolled to the back of your head with her pussy in your mouth and you who had just begun to rut your hips right down onto the bed beneath you.

she felt herself moan, throwing her head back as she squeezed her eyes shut. the thought of you getting off from pleasing her, it was enough to make a grown woman cum in her own pants. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" as your tongue continued to devour her cunt, crude squelching noises filled the air. the only sounds in the room to be heard were such squishing noises along with the muffled noises coming from the girl who's hand was tugging much harder at the crown of your hair, the other around her mouth. "mmph." bucking her hips into your mouth as your own eyes fluttered, jaw moving harshly against her cunt.

you had your own whimpers and whines falling from your lips, muffled by her pussy as you rutted against the mattress beneath you. "fuck, bunny." her hips rolling against you, your hands made no movement to stop her own as you practically engulfed her juices. the wetness and sloppiness was enough to have you moaning, vibrations spreading throughout her whole body. "you feel so good, baby." her praises doing absolutely nothing but egging you on. you loved this, making her feel good, being able to attach your mouth to her cunt and slurp and lick at her pussy for hours on end. but most of all, you adored the way praises would fall so easily from her lips, the way it seemed as though they were so simple to say because they were so honest. "oh, yeah!" her hips thrusting into your mouth.

it wasn't the first time she had came that night and though it would probably be the last, you tried to draw it out as much as you could. but eventually, you felt the way her walls clenched around your drenched tongue that you continued to plunge into her wet holes. you were drunk off the feeling, the way her soaking cunt would feel on your pretty and soft lips. you couldn't get enough and even when her hand left her lips, when they shot down to your head, as if to force your head to stay there, as if you would move in the first place, you didn't stop the constant attack on her cunt.

your hips humped the mattress beneath you pathetically and desperately as the last few moans emitted her throat in a desperate string. "good girl." she petted, hips rolling into your mouth as you felt white hot cum shoot out from her pussy. "g-good fucking girl." holding you where you were as her bundle of nerves finally caught up to her.

and it seemed as though her praises simply did the same to you. you stopped the rolling of your own hips as you felt your knot begin to loosen. but your moans were muffled in her cunt as you came at the very same time as her, just by getting her off. and it seemed as though that only added fuel to her own fire. you whined loudly, tongue lapping up every bit of liquid that gushed from her. as her eyes screwed shut, legs shaking and you swathing every bit of cum that squirted out from her pretty pussy. you couldn't get enough, jaw moving as you chased her every bit of her juices. you were nothing short of pussy drunk.

your tongue helped her ride out her own high until finally her spluttering hips couldn't take it anymore. you felt the way her hands untangled themselves from your hair and the way her cunt became so much more sensitive and for the first time it seemed in that whole night, you pulled away from her pussy.

flushed and tired, you pulled away with your cheek instantly resting against her thigh. cum and dribble were dripping down your chin, hopelessly rolling off onto the sheets beneath you. you breathed heavily, reddened and flaming hot cheeks as you relaxed your body. you seemed to be smothered with your head between her thighs and while that was certainly the way you wished to go, you didn't exactly mean it so literally. your own hips lifted slightly, cunny feeling sensitive against the mattress.

"fucking hell." she cursed with a breathy chuckle from where she lay on the bed. sitting up slightly, moving her body upwards so she could see you, practically collapsed against her thighs. she saw the pretty mess between your own legs. "god, you're so fuckin' hot, angel." her thumb came up to your chin, swiping away the bit of cum and saliva mixed on your skin. you watched with doe eyes as she stuck her thumb into her own mouth. tasting herself. you wondered, did life get much better than this? or had you officially made it into the gates of heaven. no, you were sure that god was no where near that bedroom.

your pants grew shorter and your breathing began to regulate, however, that didn't mean that your bones hadn't completely given you up, hadn't completely forced you to collapse against her body in exhaustion. "c'mon, baby." chuckling at you as you huffed out a tired whine. "we need to get all cleaned up."

but your fuzzy mind had already began to take over. "but 'm comfy." you groaned as you cuddled into her leg as much as you possibly could.

"i know you are, bunny." slowly tracing strands of hair behind your ear. "and as soon as we get all cleaned up we can be even comfier." she sounded promising. "just need to clean us and get into pijamas, 'kay? then a whooole night of cuddling." dragging out her 'o' vowel.

you looked up at her bashfully with flushed cheeks. "pinky promise?" the sound of a whole night of cuddling? that was simply something you just could not give up, not this easily, at least.

she grinned, looking down at you as if you were made of her favourite diamonds. "I pinky promise." and she held through with that end of the bargain, you could vouch for that.

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[onebizarrekai]

in between Randy wandering around somewhere trying to survive and already living with Bunny, HOW did he manage to make Victoria?? Wasn't he a …tramp? It's such a plot hole-

i mean there was a real magic because he starts from scratch a restaurant with living rooms upstairs, a car and children

I don't understand the usage of the word tramp or much of this ask at all, but randy got married when he was in his very early 20s in fatal flaws and had victoria. he's not married in ds though.

so yes. he does (did?) have a wife. I don't know if something happened to her or if she left or if she's currently living there now. I haven't decided. what's really confusing right now is the rest of the ask, like, this guy has been building up his current life and his business for almost 30 years and adopting bunny is the most recent thing he's done. that is indeed the passage of time LOL

[strawberryshortcake1495]

So I was rereading my sister’s old James and the Giant Peach book and I was struck with an idea.

Introducing…the Amazing Digital Peach!!!

If you read the JATGP book or watched the 1996 movie, you already know pretty much the whole plot.

Pomni is a 7-year old human girl who’s orphaned and has to live with her two relaxed but extremely neglectful uncles. They’re too lazy to do anything other than sit around and compliment themselves so they make Pomni do all the work around the house. They let her roam around freely but they’ll lock her in her room if she tries to go down to the shore to play with the other children.

One day, she’s doing work and comes across an old computer. She turns it on and on the screen it shows Caine, obviously. He tells her about these cool crocodile tongues that are inside a jar buried underneath where she found the computer. He instructs her on how to cook it properly and wished her good luck. Curious, little Pomni digs the jar out with her bare hands (because the dirt is really soft) and she decides to hide it from her uncles. If they find it, they’ll probably eat it and something bad might happen. She runs inside the house and to her room. It doesn’t have a lot of things in it, except for a rag doll, a gummy alligator, a king chess piece, a tragedy mask and some red ribbon, a purple bunny plushie, and a box full of random toy parts. Pomni trips on a broken floorboard and drops the jar of crocodile tongues. It breaks open and most of it spills onto her stuff. She tries to grab them (the crocodile tongues) but they’re already out of sight. She even saw a few actually crawl out of her window and towards the old ancient peach tree that was in the garden. With a bleeding foot and tears on her face, Pomni climbs onto her bed and decides to clock in for the day.

The next day, Pomni wakes up to find all her stuff gone! But she doesn’t have time to look for them, because her uncles are making a commotion outside. The ancient peach tree which hasn’t been able to grow a single peach in its entire lifetime, has started growing a peach that kept getting bigger and bigger and BIGGER. At first, Pomni’s uncles planned on eating it but then they decided to show it off to everyone else. Pomni was forbidden from going outside during the open house though, and was locked in her room. At night, her uncles send her out to clean up the mess (but they gave her an eaten chocolate bar to give her some energy). While cleaning, she noticed a hole inside the giant peach and went inside it. She climbed through the long passageway before she got to the seed, where a door was carved into it. She opened it and you can all guess what happened next. If you can’t, I’ll tell you anyway. Pomni saw all of her stuff inside the seed room, but they were much bigger and taller than her, and they seemed…ALIVE. Zooble notices her and welcomes her in the crew. Then Jax asks her to go through his endless wardrobe and get him his black leather jacket, and Pomni was way too scared to protest. He explains that he had gained sentience only 13 hours ago and the others chime in. Pomni tells everyone about the crocodile tongues and everyone’s weirdly calm with that. Once Pomni finds Jax’s black leather jacket, she gives it to him, and some rough banter between him and Kinger ensue. Gummigoo then noticed Pomni’s wounded foot and offers to patch that up for her. He takes out the tiny splinters, cleans the wound, and then bandages it with some gauze. Pomni is very grateful for his kindness and decides that she likes Gummigoo, as well as Jax because his snarky personality was entertaining. Then everyone goes to sleep, with Zooble making the beds by knitting string.

The next day, Pomni wakes up with the group cheering and hyping Jax up. Ragatha explains that Jax has razor-sharp teeth and he’s currently gnawing away at the stem that kept the giant peach from rolling off the hill. Pomni didn’t want to leave her uncles behind, since she didn’t really hate them, but decided to stay inside the room instead of leaving. Ragatha offers to carry her so she wouldn’t fall when the peach starts rolling, and Pomni agrees. She liked being held by her new friend, it reminded her of her late mother. Though the holding thing didn’t work, because when Jax finally broke the stem, the peach started rolling down the hill and the first thing Pomni did was fall out of Ragatha’s arms. Meanwhile, her uncles didn’t even seem to notice that she hadn’t returned last night and were just counting their money. When the peach started rolling, they were instantly crushed (R.I.P).

And the rest is pretty much what happens in the original book! I’m not good at drawing, so I’ll give you key design details if you ever want to make fanart of this AU.

Pomni has cute little pigtails, like this ⬇️

She also wears a dirty white gown with short sleeves!

Jax has a little tuff of hair at the top of his head and he wears a simple black leather jacket over his overalls (you can give him sharp teeth too if you wanna stick to the razor-sharp teeth thing)

Ragatha, Gummigoo, and Gangle look pretty much the same lol

Zooble has a bit of a darker color scheme, with more purples, blues, and blacks. It doesn’t have to be specific, she does canonically mix and match.

Here’s a little fun fact: Pomni’s uncles are based off Chad and Max, Gummigoo’s friends (and apparently brothers according to the wiki). They’re not maliciously evil so I made them chill but they are kinda supposed to be problematic so I made them extremely neglectful.

Anyways, hope you guys like this! I think I’m seriously cooking here.

[totallyjustabunchofhocuspocus]

Fic: Something to Sink Your Teeth Into 6/?

Read on AO3

Pairing: Buck/Tommy

Vampire/Witch!AU

Ahahahahahahaha, this plot bunny is the size of a fuckin' dinosaur now and I have NO REGRETS! *weeps a little*

Many thanks to @the-little-red-queen, @aquamarineglitter, and especially @bornunderabluemoonbaby for helping my untangle a few thorny plot points, just listening to me word vomit, and even providing some truly excellent background music :) Thank you so much!

Evan may have agreed to sit down and talk with Tommy, but his wary eyes were still those of a trapped animal.

Tommy could feel them boring holes into the side of his head as he dug through the clothes stored in the dresser for something clean that would fit the witch. Tommy didn’t live here—the apartment building was a coven safehouse, meant to be a place where coven members could lie low or regroup in emergencies—but all of them kept a few essentials in the various apartments they’d claimed as their own over the years. Clothes, cash, forged documents…the standard bug out kit that Tommy had been stashing in various places all over the world for centuries (Hell, by now some of his caches had probably been “rediscovered” and placed in museums). There was even an industrial-sized freezer in the building’s sub-basement that Josh kept stocked with bagged blood.

He ignored Evan’s stare, eventually gathering a clean pair of sweats and a hoodie that would probably fit him. He was pretty muscular—not as broad as Tommy was, but certainly not a small man—and they were basically the same height. When he turned back around, Evan hadn’t moved from the bed. He had a white-knuckled grip on the bedspread, just glaring at Tommy unblinkingly.

He moved very, very slowly, holding the clothes up so Evan could see and setting them down on the end of the bed before backing away again, holding his hands up in plain sight.

Evan’s gaze flitted down to the clothes, but then back to Tommy’s face. “How do you know my name?” he asked, suspicion thick enough to cut through in his voice.

Tommy tilted his head, considering. The ID in the witch’s wallet had a false name on it. Given the fact that Evan had, apparently, been banished, that made a certain amount of sense. Banishment was not a consequence for a small crime, after all. Between the shock of what had happened at the party, Tommy drinking from him, and the aftereffects of a thrall as powerful as Tommy’s was, the kid’s memories had to be at least a little hazy. Somehow, Tommy got the feeling that reminding him he’d basically been forced into giving up his real name would be a bad idea.

He jerked a thumb towards the wallet and pack of gum lying out on the nightstand. “Looked at your driver’s license. One of my coven found your Jeep in the staff parking—I had him bring it here and put it in the garage.”

Evan reeled back in surprise at that, and Tommy didn’t think he was imagining the relief that flooded through his expression at the mention of the old blue Jeep that Sal had shown up with in the last couple hours before sunrise. Almost instantly, though, his face shuttered, smoothing back over into wary tension. “And, uh, when do I get, get my keys back?” he asked, the slight stammer belying the bravado the demand was delivered with.

“That depends on how the conversation goes. For right now—shower. Change. There’s a diner around the corner that serves breakfast all day. Never had it myself, obviously, but the line’s usually out the door and they’ve been in the same spot for thirty years. Anything you won’t eat?”

Evan blinked at him, a little confusion cutting through the wariness now. “N-no?” he said, the word coming out far more like a question than a statement.

“All right, I’ll get a spread. Bathroom’s downstairs. I think there’s mouthwash under the sink, but fuck if I know when it was bought. There’s towels and washcloths already in there. I go by Tommy these days. Tommy Kinard.”

Evan’s eyes grew bigger and bigger as he spoke, more confusion filling them as his brow furrowed. Tension radiated off of him, his back so tight Tommy thought his spine might snap if he tried to touch him. Clearly, he had no idea what to do with a vampire that was rattling off a spiel that sounded more like the awkward end of a one-night stand than the terms of what should be his imminent captivity and/or death.

It might have been playing dirty, but Tommy had known the value in keeping your enemy off balance before Evan’s ancestors were born, and he didn’t want to thrall the kid again if it could be helped.

Not that he wanted the witch to be his enemy.

The stray thought pulled him up short as he preceded Evan down the stairs (if that one burst of magic earlier was anything to go by, the kid probably didn’t have enough strength right now to mount a serious bid for escape, but there was no sense being stupid about it), and he heard Evan’s breath hitch at the pause. He forced himself to continue casually down to the living area, flopping down on the couch like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Or an extremely jumpy witch only a few feet away.

He made a show of turning the TV on, grimacing a little when some godawful reality show popped up on the screen—clearly Lucy or Ravi had been the last person to use it. He pretended to find the Bachelor Housewives of Survivor Island or whatever the fuck it was engrossing as Evan hesitated at the foot of the stairs, his eyes darting between Tommy and the (seemingly) unguarded door. He’d never make it. Even if he managed to fire off a spell, with witch blood coursing through Tommy’s veins, Evan would be lucky to even make it out the door, let alone all the way to the stairwell.

He silently hoped the kid didn’t try. He really wasn’t interested in traumatizing him further. After a long moment, Evan took a few wavering steps towards the bathroom door, obviously still a little woozy from being drained. An unfamiliar flash of guilt unfurled in Tommy’s gut…he really hadn’t meant to take so much; he’d just been trying to get Gerrard to lose interest and move on.

But God, Evan’s blood had been delicious. Not just powerful—witch blood was always powerful. The taste of Evan’s had exploded on Tommy’s tongue, lit up every nerve ending in his body like pure electricity. He’d wanted the witch closer, wanted to hold him close forever, wanted to taste more of him, wanted to taste all of him. It had been a good century or two since the last time he’d drunk from a witch, but he didn’t remember it feeling like that. Granted, that witch had been actively trying to kill him at the time, but still…

Evan vanished into the bathroom, and Tommy almost chuckled at the sound of the flimsy push-button lock engaging. He muted the TV and kept one ear tuned to the bathroom as the water started, listening intently for the sound of a spell being chanted. He was taking a risk letting Evan out of his sight even long enough to take a shower, but he genuinely didn’t think the witch had the strength to do anything drastic right now. After he had some food and proper rest, it might be a different story…but he thought it was worth the risk right now.

But worth the risk to what?

As before, the thought pulled him up short. What was his end game here? He’d promised Lucy he would come up with a plan…he needed to. He and Alonzo had a great relationship, and their coven master had never really treated Tommy like a subordinate, even after he’d stepped down as second in command, but he knew that Evan’s mere presence in the coven safehouse was an unfathomably large risk. That Alonzo had not already stormed through the door demanding that they kill the witch immediately was a measure of the respect Alonzo had for him and his instincts. Still, he couldn’t ask his coven master to ‘just trust him’ for very much longer. He needed to figure out what he was going to do with Evan.

The water was still running, but he’d yet to hear the sound of the shower door opening and closing. Silently, he rose from the couch and slipped over to the door, listening for any indication that Evan was about to do something foolish.

What he heard was the sound of the young man almost hyperventilating, his rapid, panting breaths ragged and watery around the edges. The sound was too low to the ground…as though Evan had locked the door behind him and just sunk to the floor.

The guilt twisted harder in Tommy’s gut. The witch had to be terrified.

Tommy just couldn’t figure out why that bothered him so much. Sure, he tried not to go out of his way to be cruel to humans, but nor was he going out of his way to be especially nice to them. Getting…getting attached to humans never ended well. Or at least, it had never ended well for him. And Evan was a goddamned witch. Not only did it not make sense to be so affected by his distress, it was dangerous. To Tommy personally, as well as pretty much everyone he gave even the remotest damn about. He should have turned the decision of what to do with him over to Alonzo while Evan was still unconscious.

And accepted that the most logical thing to do was kill him.

Something in Tommy refused to just hand Evan’s fate over to his coven master, though. Something inside him rebelled at the thought of killing the witch. It made no sense. He couldn’t explain the impulse to keep Evan out of harm’s way any more now than he had been able to at Gerrard’s…he just knew he wanted to. Needed to.

But that still begged the question what he was going to do. Even if he could convince Alonzo to keep Evan alive, how could they neutralize him? Once he recovered his strength, he’d be too dangerous to leave loose in the coven house or the loft. It might not even be possible if Evan had ever trained in transportation spells. Either they’d have to keep him too drained to use his magic effectively, or they’d have to use even more unsavory methods to keep him under control. He knew, vaguely, that there were ways to nullify a witch’s powers, but it wasn’t like he could just call Howie up and ask him.

There was another option, of course. A crazy, even riskier option than keeping Evan prisoner. One that honestly had a snowball’s chance in Hell of even working…but the idea kept trying to worm its way to the forefront of Tommy’s mind. What if…just what if…

He shook his head, listening as the ragged, teary gasps on the other side of the bathroom door started to taper off. He heard Evan climb slowly off the floor of the bathroom, and then eventually the shower door opened, the sound of water pouring down on the tile floor of the shower briefly growing louder. One thing at a time. First, he had to get the witch to talk to him, and to do that, he had to get him out of fight or flight mode. Right. Easier said than done.

He crossed back to the couch and pulled his phone out, searching up the online delivery menu for the little diner around the corner that Lucy frequently took Lena to. He had no idea what was even an appropriate amount of food for a human Evan’s size—but Lena swore the pancakes were the best she’d ever had. He ordered a stack of them with butter and syrup, as well as a carafe of orange juice. After a moment’s hesitation, he added scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage links, and an assortment of sliced fruits that looked tempting in the picture on the menu. Should he get oatmeal? Maybe a yogurt parfait? The cinnamon rolls looked good, too. Fuck it. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it. He threw the other items into his cart and sped through the checkout, paying extra for quick delivery, and added a generous tip.

No sooner had he closed his phone’s web browser than it rang, Josh’s contact number popping up on the screen. Tommy froze for a bare instant, surprise flashing through him. Lucy had just set Josh onto seeing what he could find out about Evan Buckley only a few hours ago. If he was already calling, then he’d either already hit a wall, or—

“Kinard, what the hell kind of hornet’s nest did you step in?” Josh demanded as soon as he connected the call.

Or whatever he had found was going to cause problems. Tommy sighed. Yeah, that tracked.

“Good morning, Josh. How are you, Josh? I’m great, thanks for asking,” Tommy said flatly, his eyes trained on the bathroom door.

“Shut it, Tommy,” Josh snapped, and Tommy sat up a little straighter. Josh sounded stressed, and coming from a vampire Tommy had personally witnessed make vampires twice or even thrice his age break down into tears, that was…disconcerting.

“Josh?” he said, cautiously. “Did you find something?”

“Okay, first of all, I cannot tell you how much easier it would make my life—all our lives really—if you were somehow mistaken and you are not at our safehouse with a banished witch named Evan Buckley. So, this witch…is he about twenty-two, twenty-three years old?”

“Twenty-three, according to his driver’s license.”

“Of course. Pretty distinctive birthmark over one of his eyes?”

“Uh…yes?”

“Perfect!” Josh exclaimed, in a tone that suggested it was absolutely not perfect. “And are you sure he’s been banished?”

“I mean, we haven’t exactly exchanged life stories, but he was alone in a vampire den and he doesn’t have a familiar…unless it’s, like, a flea or a snail or something and I just haven’t noticed.”

Instead of the snort of laughter his sarcasm usually got from the other vampire, he heard Josh breathe out through his nose. Very slowly. “Tommy. As your friend and this coven’s head of security, you need to get rid of him. Right now. Drain him dry…we might need the firepower. And then dump the body as far out of our territory as you can manage.”

Shock raced through Tommy, and he actually jerked his phone away from his ear to stare at the screen in disbelief. Josh…Josh never talked like this. The younger vampire was fiercely protective of them all, and took his job managing all of their digital records and finances very seriously. He was a gifted strategist, and certainly had no qualms about sending Tommy, Sal, or one of their other stronger members out to “deal” with problems that came up—but it wasn’t like him to immediately jump to violence. He placed the phone back against his ear.

“What? Why?”

“You know I’ve got some…contacts in witch covens around the country. People that do the same things I do. We’re not friends. We’re not even allies. But we all understand that preventing conflicts between vampires and witches is in everybody’s best interests, and we exchange information to that end. I didn’t even have to ask anyone to go hacking—they just knew about this kid. It was a huge scandal. He’s from the east coast. Pennsylvania. His family is old magic, and I’m talking old magic. Their coven traces back all the way to before the Black Death in Europe. About five years ago, Evan Buckley was banished for murdering his brother-in-law…guy named Doug Kendall.”

Tommy frowned, his mind racing. Okay…okay, he sort of knew this from the strange vision he’d had while drinking from Evan. Licking his lips, he said, “Is his sister’s name Maddie?”

“What? How did you—never mind. Yes. Why?”

Holy shit. Holy shit that had all been real? “Nothing, no reason. Okay, so he killed his brother-in-law. Why do you want me to get rid of him so fast? There are people in our coven who have done that.”

“Because the implications and possible consequences of him still having his magic are bigger than our coven can deal with. Even during the trial, there were some doubts he was guilty. The kid was seventeen…and his brother-in-law was in line for a position on the Pennsylvania high coven. Do you know how powerful high coven witches are? There were also apparently some rumors that Doug Kendall was abusive to his wife.”

Tommy hissed, remembering the intensity of Evan’s feelings for his sister. How much he regretted not being able to protect her…and how much he had wanted to protect her during his trial. “Is it possible him and his sister were in on it together? Or that he was actually covering for her?”

Josh sighed wearily. “You are…not the first person to ask that. But the Kendalls are old magic and old money. Incredibly politically connected. And they wanted someone to pay. If the wife did it, unless there was overwhelming evidence that she’d done it in self-defense…well. You and I both know how loud money and connections can talk in situations like that. And the penalty for an adult coven member using their magic like that is execution.”

“But killing a seventeen-year-old boy would have been a harder sell,” Tommy mused. He could see it. He didn’t know jack shit about Evan, not really, but he remembered the absolutely unyielding love he felt for his sister from the memory he’d seen while drinking from him. Tommy had no problem believing Evan Buckley would have taken the fall for his brother-in-law’s murder if it kept her safe.

“Tommy, if this is the same witch—just the fact that his magic hasn’t faded after his coven bonds were severed is proof that he was innocent. The fact that he still has his magic five years after losing his coven bond is just insane. Even if he was innocent, he should have lost it by now.”

“I’m still not seeing why I should kill him,” Tommy said impatiently. He glanced over at the bathroom door again, assuring himself that the water was still running. “Lucy even said we had to think about the advantage he could give us. If Gerrard and Ortiz team up, witch blood could be the ace in the hole that keeps us from having to leave LA.”

“Tommy, listen to me carefully,” Josh said. “Not this witch’s blood. It’s not worth the absolute shitstorm that would come down on us if anyone ever found out we had him. This kid’s existence is dangerous for the entire Pennsylvania high coven. Do you understand how big that is in the witches’ politics? It has national implications. No. Alonzo already said I have final say on what we do with him. It’s safest to kill him.”

“Josh,” Tommy protested, and didn’t even know what he was going to say. His head was spinning with the new information.

And in his heart, he knew he wouldn’t be able to follow through with what Josh was asking him to do. He couldn’t kill Evan. He had no idea why…but he couldn’t do it.

“Tommy, there’s no other choice. Alonzo wants him dead and disposed of by sundown. If you can’t do it, Sal will.”

In the bathroom, the water finally shut off, and Tommy heard Evan step out of the shower. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch, his mind racing. “All right. I understand,” he said finally, disconnecting the call before Josh could say anything else.

Well…fuck.

[kiiwiigii]

How do you think the Volturi guards would be with a mate who’s a horror writer? They write books with similar content to coraline and the conjuring (as a reference) and just general spooky stuff 👀 would they be interested in it or not particularly? — 🕷️

I love this as I really enjoy horror/thriller books.

Horror Writer Headcanon - Volturi Guards

Alec:

Has read his fair share of horror, it's a genre he enjoys.

Especially if it's realistic horror.

But he definitely prefers more of a spooky kind of horror.

Give him a good ghost story and he's a happy boi.

So he loves reading your writing.

When you allow it that is.

And if you're not ready to share, he's respectful of that boundary.

He also loves it if you ask for his opinion.

He'll help you through a scene if you're stuck.

He'll also go into great detail on rather... gory subjects if you ask.

But he's not a fan of that.

He will demand the very first printed copy of the book after its published.

He'll also demand that you sign it.

It will be put on prominent display in his library collection.

Jane:

On the fence.

Considering what she's experienced in the past she's not the biggest fan.

But she loves you.

So she supports you.

She may give you a small suggestion here or there.

Unlike her brother, she will absolutely refuse to go into any details whereas gore is concerned.

She would do it to torture her victims, but never her mate.

She'll still read it.

And like her brother, she will demand that you sign it and make sure it's displayed front and center in your room.

Demetri:

All about it.

Loves it.

Will gladly help you come up with ideas, plot points, etc.

Whatever you need.

The only problem is that he's nosey.

Constantly trying to sneak a peek over your shoulder.

Likes to crack the password to your laptop and pretend he never did it.

But of course you know.

Because he's practically vibrating with all of his opinions and ideas.

Plot bunny extraordinaire.

Sometimes you have to kick him out because he can't stop talking and he keeps sending you down the rabbit hole with ideas.

He will also demand a signed copy, displayed for all to see.

He also will leave random copies lying around for people to discover.

Like, all over the castle

And anywhere he goes on a mission.

And once the small paperbacks hit the shelves, he'll also have a copy he carries around in his pocket to thumb through, even though he knows it by heart.

This one will also be signed.

And he'll read it so often that the pages will start becoming worn and your signature fading because he runs his fingers over it often.

He's super proud of your work.

Felix:

He enjoys a good ghost story…

But that's it.

He likes to try to keep you as innocent as possible.

Sadly for him, it's too late.

But he will still support you.

And like the others he'll ask for a signed copy for his bookshelf.

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[idontknowreallywhy]

I was just trying to get a grip on my WIPs folder and had a teeny headdesk moment about how many there are and did I really just start another… so I made this list then because I’ve seen other people do it and it seems amusing I figured, hey, why not make a “what should I update next?” poll cos polls are fun…

Disclaimer… there is likely to be very little correlation between what wins and what I actually produce because brain does not work to demand but as I have plans for all of these stories and have toyed with them all over the last few weeks… who knows how it might go.

[voxofthevoid]

If you had to choose, would you have multiple Yuuji's or multiple Gojo's? Like Gojo being in heaven with a Yuuji at his mouth, two Yuujis in his hole, his fists literally full of Yuujis? Or Yuuji just getting absolutely teased by Gojos using his body, fighting on who is going to be next until Yuuji grabs them by the throat and takes one after another until all Gojos finally shut up?

I CAN'T CHOOSE

This is cruel and unusual punishment!!

A quick look at my fics and plot bunnies says that I have more ideas for multiple Gojous with one(1) Yuuji than the other way around. That's kind of fascinating because for the MCU—which was the last and only other fandom for which I wrote these scenarios—I favored the top(s) outnumbering the bottom. But clearly, my desire to drown Yuuji in hole shows through in JJK 😂

Still can't choose though. Both these scenarios are absolute perfection.

[julie-sufan]

The In-Depth Look at Julie-Su Part 8: Knuckles 30, 31 & Sonic Super Special #11 & 12

Sonic Super Special #12 features a story that was meant to be introduction to both the Sonic & Knuckles series. It was originally printed in a free newsletter called Comic Shop News. It takes place after Knuckles #28 so chronically it's before SSS#11.

The story is pretty much filler and features Sonic & Knuckles swapping bodies due to some technobabble type thing. Here's a scene with Julie-Su along with (Sort of) Sonic.

Next Julie features in the first part of Espio's backup story from (Knuckles Issue 30) where she helps with the chameleon version of Uncle Chuck.

Ray is now a official member of Chaotix. It's weird though that they replaced Charmy with another Sonic character who is small and can also fly.

And now here's Julie-Su last appearance in the Knuckles series. She's literally a prop to motive Knuckles to go along with not Kraven the Hunter's plan.

A much better idea would have been Julie (along with the rest of the Chaotix) joining Knuckles in battle against the Hunter guy. We could of had a Island of Dr. Moreau type of scenario instead of Knuckles working with a totally forgettable giant purple gorilla in this final arc for the series.

On the upside after this she gets her own solo back up in Sonic Super Special #11.

Before I get to it though I just want to share my favorite Bunnie & Antoine moment of all time that is also from SSS#11.

So in Julie-Su's story (written by Ken) she gets the same treatment as Knuckles. She gets to stand around while a new echidna character expositions a ton of back story to her.

I really enjoyed the beginning with Julie on her own exploring a abandoned Dark Legion site. Through this we get to see more of how they operate.

Here we get a big plot hole concerning Julie-Su's parentage for in Knuckles Issue #7 Julie-Su made it sound like that not only did she know who her parents were but that she wanted to visited them.

The old cyborg echidna Dark Legionnarie goes on to tell her that after her dad's first wife died he (remarried?) her mom making her a half sister to both Lien-Da and Kragok.

Poor little Julie-Su looks so heartbroken.

A cyborg child soldier getting her mind wiped? That's a real Metal Gear Solid backstory right there.

Next up the Sonic Adventure Era back up stories began but before that I plan on making a post on Julie-Su's first and only appearance in a official Sonic the Hedgehog video game.

[mithrilhearts]

Prompt: Seaside Lakeside Based on: New Bagginshield mer au!

I have a mer au sitting on the back burner right now, and every now, and again I get the itch to work on it, flesh it out, visit the universe, and this was a perfect opportunity. Consider this a “teaser” or “plot bunny”. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this and per usual, I don’t know how to limit myself to small drabbles for these events. (3200 words)

I’m not sure how many I’ll finish, but I wanted to participate in a few of these Summer Stories prompts with some of my favorite universes!

Bilbo loved this time of year.

The ice had melted, and while the water was still cold against his scales and skin, there was something undeniably relaxing about it. The Long Lake was confining, but not so much that it felt like an uncomfortable cage. Just a tolerable one. It gave him freedom to roam, and rocks to perch on when he wanted to soak up the sun—which is exactly what he was doing at this instant.

Resting on his stomach, his tailfin lingering in the water with gentle sways, he had his head propped with one hand, watching the lake's shoreline and glaring. Often he would sit and watch those coming and going, though there usually wasn't much activity on this side of things, just the occasional platoon of dwarves or men who were passing by, but never for long.

Save for one, that Bilbo didn't really want to think about today.

Feeling something bumping at the end of his tailfin, glancing at the rather clear waters, it was a yellow blob beneath the surface that brought a small curve to his lips. “Hey you,” Bilbo murmured, reaching his hand into the water as the little octopi swirled around it, bumping at his palm and doing what Bilbo would call 'a funny dance' with those little tentacles flailing.

This octopi had been Bilbo's only friend for the many long years he'd been subject to this lake. A faithful ally, even though they never did speak properly. The little gestures, the faint noises the small creature gave off, and just the fact that it lingered around Bilbo more often than not was enough for the mer. He'd made a friend in captivity, in both the act of being captured, and maintained in the actual misery.

Feeling another press of the octopus's head against his palm, Bilbo cast a small glance towards the shore once more. “What am I doing? Just watching, enjoying the sun while I can...” He muttered as a shape began to take form, heading down from the rocks and grassy hills beyond the Long Lake, and it was a shape that Bilbo had seen more times than he could count on his webbed fingers.

It was that one dwarf he had never really wanted to consider, for every other dwarf that Bilbo had encountered thus far had been cold, cruel, and had zero heart within their chest. It was as if they were made of stone.

Narrowing his eyes, glaring so hard as if it might drill holes into the familiar dwarf, Bilbo had to wonder what kept him coming to the water time and time again. He was no fisherman, nor collecting shells, stones, or anything else of the like. In fact, this dwarf had made his appearance many times and had simply sat, or walked along the sand...harmlessly. 

It made him wonder, and often scratch his claws against his head in confusion. If the dwarf wasn't down here for something malicious...then what was the reason? Perhaps the same reason Bilbo often found himself lazing about on the rocks to catch the sun's beautiful spring rays. To relax.

While having studied this particular dwarf from afar, Bilbo could tell you a variety of things about him already aside from the reasoning as to why he was here at all. He was dark haired, with eyes as blue as the sky, and wore these horrid metal capped boots with fur that made his tailfin twitch in discomfort. However, the faint lines to his face weren't from malice, unlike the other dwarves Bilbo had encountered. There was something different there, but perhaps that was his naivety getting the better of him.

One particular detail did cause the mer to lift himself up slightly and his face full of annoyance had dropped to something more neutral. A small discoloration upon the dwarf's cheek grabbed his attention. There was no blood, but Bilbo knew that fresh bruises were often the worst, at least by appearance. It was dark and nasty, like the furthest depths of the ocean that his parents had told him to stay away from—that and the clearings close to shore. Maybe a bit of his heart ached, and curiosity was tugging at him. Was it by accident, or like Bilbo, had someone laid their hands on him?

Sinking from his perch on the warm stone, Bilbo inhaled the cool water of the lake, his gills happy at the relief it brought as he eyeballed his octopi friend who blinked at him. Those little ears atop his head flapping in curiosity as if asking the big question. “I'm not sure, but...I want to get a closer look.”

The little yellow octopi was quickly swirling its way towards Bilbo, making faint bloop sounds barely audible to human ears, but to those semi-pointed earfins, it was clear as day. “Don't worry, I'll be careful. I've made that mistake before…” He urged, giving his friend a fond pat on the head before sinking further beneath the surface, and taking off towards the shoreline.

...

“A disgrace,” Thorin hissed to himself as he marched his way down to the shoreline, a hand idly rubbing the tender spot beneath his eye. Discipline it had been called, but Thorin didn't think of it as much of a lesson as it was a means to drive him away. Not even Frerin's cheerful attempt at some jokes had brought so much as a smirk to Thorin's lips before leaving the mountain.

He had needed some time to cool off from his earlier...mistake. Skipping out on an important meeting with the elves of Mirkwood had seemed like a decent plan at the time. There were advisors and ambassadors galore, why was his presence required? Not to mention, Thror always spearheaded those meetings without much of a word from anyone else. But apparently Thorin's absence had been noticed, and now he felt like he was about to be placed on hot coals from the forges.

Sighing to himself and staring at the water, while it didn't go on forever, there was something inspiring about it. It felt free to be down here, to have the breeze through his hair and beard, and the best part was that only a select few ever knew where to find him. This side of the Long Lake was often ignored for its lack of safety with all the rocks making it hard for the fishermen of Dale. The only time dwarves ever came down here...well, he couldn't even tell you why or if it ever happened. The point was, it was a little hideaway for Thorin, and today, he certainly needed a place to hide, lest he say something he'd regret in front of the eyes of many.

Pacing across the rock and sand, Thorin was grumbling idle nothings to himself, until the urge to hit or throw something became too great. He bent and grabbed one of the smooth round stones by his boots and chucked it as hard as he could. A dissatisfying 'plop' into the water with about as much grace as a newborn ram trying to walk. A scowl formed on his lips, reaching down angrily for another stone as the wise words of his mother began to float to the forefront of his mind.

“Calm yourself, young heart. The pain you feel now will be but a memory tomorrow, but do not take your frustrations out on those who do not deserve your wrath.”

Did that extend to inanimate objects too? Staring down at the smooth rock in his palm, Thorin tried to find a sense of calm. The lapping of the water against the sand and rock had always been soothing. It was at times like these where the dwarf was grateful that there wasn't that overly fishy smell around these parts as he closed his eyes to let it all soak in. Much to his relief, a bit of that anger began to subside in favor of peace. As those blue eyes opened once more, there was something distinctly softer about them. Eyeing the stone and then the water, Thorin was more focused and calculated this time, drawing his arm back, and letting that stone sail with a more angled throw, and as he had wanted, the rock skipped before ultimately disappearing.

It was an easy, and rather cheap, distraction. One that harmed few, not even the inanimate stones or water that were his supposed victims, right now.

The moments passed by, a slow repetition of skipping rocks, staring at the water, and wondering if heading back home was even worth it right now. These little expeditions away from the mountain never lasted too long, lest someone come looking and find his hideaway, but the more Thorin got his aggression out with each stone he tossed, watching the satisfactory skipping, the better he felt.

That didn't mean he was to confront his king anytime soon, or at all. While his heart was typically in the right place, it would do no good to argue with Thror. Not only because Thror was his king, but also his grandfather—his family, and there was nothing more important to Thorin than his family. They may disagree, but they deserved respect all the same.

Giving one more lone stone a toss, watching it skip farther than any of the others, Thorin took that as a good sign. It was time to call it quits on a high note of success, which had eventually spurred a grin to his lips. Being out in the sun and enjoying the breeze had done wonders to help those boiling emotions of his simmer down, and hopefully by the time he returned home, he could assess the situation with a clear head.

Grandfather deserved an apology for his negligence to the important duties of a prince.

Thorin had barely gotten a chance to turn before a 'plop' landed on the dirt and sand next to his boots, drawing his eyes downward. A wet stone of similar shape as one of the few he had thrown before. Smooth edges, and a small divot on one end. It caused his brow to raise in curiosity. Taking the stone in his hand once more, giving it a once over, it was promptly tossed in the same manner as before, and then nothing. Silence, save for the sloshing of lake water.

Perhaps it had been a mere coincidence, or a trick of the mind. Whatever it was, he wasn't about to linger to investigate, that is, until a rock pelted him in the back of the shoulders upon turning once more with a small oof escaping his lips. Whirling around to gaze at the water with a harsh glare, those bubbling feelings of irritation crawling back to the surface, his eyes searched desperately for the culprit. Someone—or something—was out there, and aiming for him.

The water was still, just as it was silent, until there was a quick splash, like a large fish had gotten close to the surface. It drew the dwarf's attention and only catching a glimpse of a flash of gold near some larger boulders embedded into the lake floor.

“Hm,” he mused to himself, watching a few more ripples move along the water's surface from afar. He'd heard rumors of some mythical monster laying in the water, but that's all he had ever chalked them up to be. Rumors. Scary stories to tell your ill-behaved pebbles before bed. False.

It would be silly to start believing in those stories now, but it didn't keep Thorin from investigating all the same. It was as if something were calling him back to the water. A type of gravitational pull that had him crawling across stone until crouched at the water's edge, resting on his hands and knees and leaning over. Thorin stared at what was his reflection to start, until another set of eyes and a formation removed his mirror image from the water's surface. 

He locked his gaze with those hazel eyes that emerged from the water until a rounder nose bumped the tip of his. Starting to lean back, his movements were followed, and the finned creature kept rising out of the water until half exposed.

Thorin, without a single thought in his head, remained seated on his knees, mesmerized and fascinated by those gem-like eyes, and the small glittering of gold that coated the fins that made up this mer's ears. A few moments of staring, no longer nose to nose, Thorin finally rasped out a low, “hello”. A set of clawed hands were suddenly at the sides of his face, tugging him down towards the water quickly, and near viciously.

Panic flooded every ounce of the dwarf as his hands pressed to the ground, scrambling as if he might be able to dig his fingers into the stone to keep him from being pulled into the water. As quickly as his face had been grabbed, his mouth had been claimed, and all of those stories about mythical monsters that dragged you into the water and drowned them were surging to the forefront of his mind. 

Surprisingly, the finned creature did not tug on him much more. In fact, everything about that terrifying grip at his head had softened, feeling more like a gentle caress than an act of murder. Was this how they succeeded in collecting their prey? To give one a false sense of security and comfort before taking them to the depths below? Whatever it was, Thorin's anxieties began to calm, and his fingers didn't claw into the rock beneath him quite so forcefully.

Whatever magic this lake water creature was bewitching him with was taking its hold.

Those once alert blue eyes were far less focused, falling half-lidded as he leaned into that kiss he was given, finding it hard to think about much more than those enchanting hazel eyes. Deep hues of earthy green, surrounded by specks of blue and gold, it would make the mines in the mountain look bland in comparison, wouldn't it? 

Finally, his eyelids completely dropped, and his lips parted at the silent request of an opposing tongue against them. Compliant to the mer's physical wishes, and some bubbling desires of his own, Thorin held very little resistance at this point, exhaling deeply through his nose and trying to somehow manage to fill his already aching lungs with oxygen. The burn in his chest was worth it as the mer’s aggression against his tongue intensified. If felt as if he were being devoured. If this was what it felt like to drown, then Thorin couldn’t say it was painful in the slightest, which was a comforting thought. Not that he favored the outcome, but there was a hint of peace of mind about him at the very least.

A thumb gently rubbed beneath his tender eye, causing his eyes to screw closed a bit tighter at the discomfort, and a sound tore through his chest. It was that sound that seemed to pull the mer from his lips, leaving Thorin chasing with eyes half-glazed, finally meeting those hazels again, though this time they were flooded with concern.

“It hurts?”

Oh, Mahal above, even his voice was enchanting.  It took Thorin a few moments to register that a question had been presented, and the discomfort it was alluding to. “No, it feels...wonderful—” Leaning forward, ready to bump foreheads with the mer, it was the rubbing of a thumb against that facial bruise that had him wincing again. “Ah, that...”

Now the question made sense, and it had nothing to do with a kiss that brought the dwarf discomfort in areas that were far from his face. Willing away what bothered feelings he could, Thorin did refrain from leaning forward any longer, caught in the eyes of concern and curiosity, it was like being viewed in a new light that didn't give him the expectation of simply 'dealing with it'. He had no walls to put up, no princely mask to wear, he was just...Thorin.

“How did you receive it?”

This question drew Thorin back, but not out of those slippery, yet soft, hands that cupped the sides of his face. Clamping his jaw shut, whether wearing a mask or not, it would do no good to start lamenting about his familial woes. He just didn't have to act like it didn't hurt, for once.

Bilbo's observational skills were on high alert, watching how the dwarf's eyes shifted, and how his jaw set firmly, shadowed by facial hair that wasn't nearly as long as the other dwarves he'd been face to face with. Then again, he'd never been face to face with any of them quite like this before. Thinking of them sent shivers up his spine, and not of a comforting variety. “Did someone hurt you?”

“Perhaps,” Thorin muttered low, content for once to keep eye contact broken.

“Intriguing,” humming, Bilbo retracted his hands, letting them rest on stone instead of the warm flesh of the dwarf's cheeks.

“What's intriguing is why you haven't drowned me yet,” another grumble from Thorin, and while he hadn't figured what he said was humorous, it spurred a lighthearted laugh from the mer. Those eyes he'd been addicted to so quickly were full of life and light, unlike anything he'd ever seen before.

“Drown you? Oh, you are a strange dwarf, aren't you!”

“Then...then what was....?” Grazing his fingertips to his lower lip, confusion taking over his features, Thorin shifted awkwardly before hearing another, lower chuckle from the gold-finned creature.

“I stole the words from your tongue, so to speak,” Bilbo teased, finding the dwarf's cheeks growing rosy to be adorable, though he wasn’t quite sure why. Pulling himself to perch on one of the lower stones still barely covered in water, those clawed, and webbed, fingers of his twisted at his lap nervously. “I wanted to speak with you, and now here we are, speaking. I'm not drowning you, and you're not...” His tail shifted uncomfortably at the thought, especially as he noticed just how the dwarf was eyeing his scales.

“I’m not what?”

It was Bilbo’s turn to be silent as his eyes dropped to a few of the wounded spots, his fingers caught with one another and a grim look took over his features. Pursing his lips as his earfins flickered, the idea of exploring this dwarf simply because Bilbo assumed he was ‘different’ was feeling like a mistake.

“Did someone hurt you?”

The question turned around on Bilbo was startling, and his earfins straightened, barely moving as he caught the same concern he had worn when questioning the dwarf’s facial injury out of the corners of his eyes. “Perhaps,” the mer grumbled low, feeling an ache in his chest as his arms curved around part of his tailfin that he pulled towards his chest. As if on cue, a few of the unhealed sore spots where some of those golden scales once were, throbbed in discomfort.

Much like a bruise.