#and i figure fuck it im going to ignore him. and he keeps screaming but goes quiet after i havent moved in a while

[andiv3r]

Having to block everyone who has "wincest dni" in their bio not because I ship wincest (because I have come to the conclusion that I actually don't) but because I do think it'd be fun to poke around at the very real weirdness of their relationship that I've noticed in the show so far. And I'm 99% sure that my poking around will get seen as shipping.

[waywardsalt]

one of these days ill probably write some little fic thing abt some scene from linebecks childhood esp since ive been thinking abt it and havent really touched up my ideas for it in a while, but besides one about linebeck and damien initially meeting and bonding over linebeck cutting damien’s hair short for him, i think i want to do one more abt linebeck first meeting the two pirates that teach him about sailing and halfway raise him, though it’s less a formal meeting and more linebeck just wandering onto their ship as a kid and dodging the attempts of the crew to catch him while he pokes around

[manmuncher777]

Bestfriend!Gojo who was hanging out with you and some girl friends when he went to get himself another drink, he got distracted on his phone before heading back, only to hear the topic of the conversation has changed. Hushed whispers and giggles coming from the living room and he stood behind the corner listening intently.

“What?!?! Never, come on your joking.” he heard a friend gasp.

“Not even that other guy you dated? the one with the weird facial hair?” your other friend asked only to be met with your embarrassed shushing.

“Guys, its not a big deal!”: you whispered. Gojo was intrigued now, what could’ve gotten little old you so embarrassed

“You’ve never been eaten out, its a huge deal!”

“Shut up, I don’t need Gojo hearing!”

Bestfriend!Gojo who’s stopped dead in his tracks… so no one has ever eaten you out huh? Figures with your list of lames ass fucking exes. He never liked any of the guys you brought home, always thinking you could do with someone better, someone like him…. Now that was becoming a lot more clear to him.

Bestfriend!Gojo whos thinking about how good he would treat you if you were his, he wouldnt be able to let you go 12 hours without getting a taste for you. If he was dating you, your pleasure would be his priority. But for now he was going to keep this to himself.

Bestfriend!Gojo who’s walking around the corner with significantly tighter pants now, smirk on his face. “What am i not allowed to hear sweets?” he questioned, lolloping down next to you on the couch, a lot closer than he was before. He was staring at you intently, and you had to try and make yourself concentrate

“N-Nothing!!” You squeal out, your voice noticeably higher than normal. Your face was pink, covered in a hue of blush. Your friends sat there trying to hold in their giggles at your embarrassment. Like school girls with a secret they were hiding from the teacher. You shot them a look to tell them to shut up, but it only made them giggle more.

Bestfriend!Gojo who was having trouble concentrating for the rest of the night after what he heard. He couldn’t believe it was true, he also couldn’t believe how flustered you were getting over it. He was also struggling to stop him imagination. Images of your whirling around in his mind, how you would sound ur he finally got his mouth on you. He knew he would make you enjoy it, he would have you cumming until you couldn’t anymore. Until you were shaking and all you could scream was his name. All he could do was sit and watch as you chatted vibrantly to your friends, while he was there imaging how you would taste.

Bestfriend!Gojo would couldn’t be happier when your friends finally leave. It was a long evening filled with wine and chatter, and he wasn’t able to enjoy it ever since your little secret got spliced. I mean what kind of man would he be to ignore such a thing like that. Now that he finally had you by yourself, he could get you.

“So you gonna tell me what your little friends were giggling about so much earlier.” He leans on your counter, watching as you pack away various things of the night, he had followed you into the kitchen for this interrogation.

“Not sure what you mean,” You shut him down, your back to him while you put away things in your fridge. Your back to him so he couldn’t see the blush on your face.

“Oh I think you do sweetheart, You were redder that a tomato” A sly smirk on his face as you whip around.

“I was not!”

“Oh yeah? You sure, because you look the same right now.” He said smugly, not moving despite your angry glare “C’mon, it cant be that bad, im your best friend, You can tell ‘Toru anything.”

you freeze for a second, a nervous shiver wracking over you and you can feel yourself flush. You couldn’t imagine telling Gojo such an embarrassing secret. You were mortified enough as it is

“It’s embarrassing Gojo” you say firmly, but he can hear the nervous shiver in your voice.

He makes his way round the counter. stopping right in front of you as you turn from the fridge. His towering figure stood above you like some kind of god. a knowing smirk on his face as his piercing blue eyes stared intently at you.

“Oh cmon sweets don’t Gojo me.” His deft fingers reaching to brush the prickled skin of you arm. “Jus’ tell me, can’t be that bad.” That smile might seems warm and welcoming, but you could sense something else under there. something you couldn’t quite place.

you sigh, an exasperated noise leaving you. you struggle to hold eye contact with him, glancing down at you feet. trying to hide the flush in your face

“Trust me. it’s pretty bad”

“You know you can tell me. Promise I won’t make fun of you. Scouts honour!” he places a hand over his heart as he speaks

“You were never a scout Satoru” you laugh at his joke. the tension you felt easing. maybe you could trust him

“Still applies.”

you pause for a moment, mulling it over in your mind. I mean he promised not to make fun of you. maybe it would be fine. You could just tell him and move on, that way he would stop bugging you about it… right?

“basically. Noonehasevereatenmeout.” “woah slow down. I didn’t even hear that”

you take a deep breath turning your head to the side so he can’t see your face

“I have never been eaten out! okay. No big deal”

the silence is almost palpable. You kept your head to the side, awaiting a loud laughter or some sort of chuckle. maybe some sort of mocking. but nothing. Just heavy breathing as you felt that presence get even closer.

“oh sweetheart” Gojos voice rang out with sympathy. not mocking. his hand gently dripping at your chin and forcing you to face him. those eyes of his as intense as ever. “You mean no one has ever gotten to taste that pretty little pussy?”

that question struck you to your core. your stomach warming at the crude nature of his comment. You couldn’t will yourself to fight against his grip and pull away. You allowed yourself to be entranced by the man.

While his voice may be kind. that smile on his face was anything but

“want me to be your first baby?”

bestfriend!Gojo who lowered himself onto his knees in front of you. A imagine you wanted imprinted in your mind forever. he looked heavenly, those gorgeous blue eyes never leaving yours. As soon as you nodded your head yes he dropped you onto your counter, spread your legs and dropped To his knees. Something you never thought you would see him do. But there was something about that look in his eyes. The way he never took them off you. It sent a shiver through you.

Bestfriend!Gojo who pushes up your skirt so sweetly, waiting to see if hes pushing some kind of boundary, but when he sees your blushing face, he knows you’re enjoying yourself to. His eyes now flickering down to where theyre begging to be.

Glancing down to your panties, a pretty black lace that he was soon peeling down your legs. ( slipping them into his back pocket for…. Later)

Bestfriend!Gojo who would sense your nerves, a hand stroking at your thigh as he stared at your pretty pussy. Folds glistening with arousal under the lights in your kitchen

“Oh? What’s this?” A long finger dragging through your folds, making you gasp. “Wet already sweetheart?”

You were certain you were a bright shade of scarlet now, you can feel yourself furiously blushing. You couldn’t place the reason however, was it because you were embarassed? Or maybe because you felt vulnerable. Or maybe it was because your handsome Bestfriend was on his knees infront of your needy pussy

Bestfriend!Gojo who wouldve liked to spend more time teasing you and making you beg for him, but he could save that for next time. Right now he just had to get his mouth on your pretty little pussy. He looked almost entranced, like a child being gifted a new toy.

Bestfriend!Gojo who wastes not a second longer, gripping your hips with his huge hands as he pulls you into his face. Burying himself in your folds eagerly. His tongue discovering each and every part of you. He did his best to start off gentle, but those sweet little moans you let out for him were making it hard to keep control

“Oh!” You gasped out, not expecting him to be so eager to eat you out. Goosebumps prickling all over your body as the first flick of his tongue hand you squirming. And he certainly doesn’t stop there, his tongue diving through your folds, savouring every drop of your essence with each greedy lick. One of your hands gripping on the edge of the countertop while another flies to his hair, tugging on the strands harshly as his tongue drags oh so sweetly over your clit.

“H-Holy fuck” you stutter out, you were a mess. Not expecting any of this to be unfolding, and not expecting it to be this fucking good.

Your flushed face screwing up with pleasure from the man beneath you, head flung back as moans and gasps leave you. It was a foreign feeling, but certainly not a bad one. You could hardly control your hips as they bucked into the mouth of your best friend.

Bestfriend!Gojo who is having the best time of his life, buries deep between your thighs. He never wants to forget the taste of you on his tongue. Swiping through your folds over and over again, dipping into your dripping opening. Slowly hes losing his resolve, getting messier and messier with each movement. Rumbling groans leaving his chest as you tug on his hair when he sucks your clit. Your juices dripping down his chin, but that doesnt stop him. His mind slowly being flooded with thoughts of you and only you. Nothing compared to the noises you were making in this moment, he wanted so badly to be able to see you. Just from those noises you were making, he knew your face would look so sweet, sweet enough to match the pitchy moans leaving you. The breathy plea’s for more. And the way you sounded when his name left your lips. But he didnt dare remove himself from you, unsure if he would be able to manage even a second away from you pretty little cunt. He wanted to eat your until you were crying.

Bestfriend!Gojo who can tell when you’re getting close, removing one of the hands that was keeping your legs spread for him, and tracing it down to your needy cunt. This was his chance to look at you, removing his mouth from you, allowing his deft fingers to take the place of his tongue tracing over your clit. Your body jumps at the feeling, a sharp gasp leaving you.

“Toru~”

“s’alright sweets, I’ve got you.” He assures while he traces sloppy kisses up your thighs. You can feel his eyes watching your every move. He’s glad he got a chance to look at your fucked out features that were all because of him. A smug sort of pride filling his chest knowing he was your first, and knowing he was the one who turned you into a moaning mess.

“Feels good huh?” He asks, and your can hear the smirk in his voice, youre not too sure if you can manage to open your eyes though. Unable to look at your Bestfriend in this moment. The only thing you can do is nod as his fingers work merciless circles over your clit.

“Oh come on baby, you can do better than that.” His fingers slow slightly “Open those eyes for me… unless you want me to stop of course.”

In an instant your shamelessly snap you eyes open “Fuck- no toru, please don’t stop.” You whine as your glassy eyes meet his. Tears of pleasure building slightly, threatening to spill.

You can feel your orgasm building in your stomach, that delicious feeling creeping closer and closer.

“There she is” he smirks. And finally his handsome face comes into view. You can see the shine of your slick coating his chin and mouth that is currently pulled into a mean smirk.

“S’good toru, so good.” You whimper as his fingers take up their usual pace, you’re so close, on the edge. And that look in his eyes is only making your situation worse.

“I know sweets, I know. So why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me?” Spiting a thick glob of saliva on your pussy, right before he dives back in, determined to finish you off.

And with a few more ravenous licks of your cunt, you were doing just that. Legs trembling and eyes squeezed shut you came on your best friends tongue, harder than you had in a long time. Back arching into the air as you yelped out for him. Grinding against his face as he helped you through your orgasm, movements never ceasing as you soaked his face.

Bestfriend!Gojo who didnt stop until you were squirming from overstimulation, pulling himself up on his knees and wiping his face while you sat there a dripping and quivering mess, still recovering.

“You wanna see what else im good at baby?”

[oldmenthusiast]

mdni 18+ content

old!logan howlett x fem younger reader

warnings ★ large age gap — reader is 20+ — fingering — use of ‘kid’ from logan — smut — he likes being called mister howlett yes he does

note ★ it's 3am and I'm ovulating, im sorry 4 mistakes I wrote this in a rush weewoo. this is low-key short so just enjoy

no sounds occupied the barn except your soft panting and the wet squelching that emitted from between your legs. logan held you closely as you sat on his lap, your back facing his chest. one of his hands was gripping your wrists together while his other hand disappeared beneath your white nightdress. “this is the last time. you can't come back after today.” you were familiar with that line of his. he had spoken it too many times and each time you'd ignore it as you appeared in his doorstep, asking for something. sugar, honey, salt. anything. logan had figured you out like an open book but he still opened that damn door to you, he still invited you in and he still guided you in his barn where he supposedly had more supplies. in reality he didn't even remember what you'd asked of him in the first place. your curious fingers lifted your dress up just to expose your bareness below the waist. you observed with needy eyes as logan’s three digits disappeared into your soppy cunt, coming out wetter than ever each time. you shifted a little in his lap when he picked up the pace and you threw your head back, your shaky fingers reaching to grip anything; but specifically his thighs. “please don't stop.” you pleaded out loud when he curled those fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot. logan resumed fucking you with his fingers fast and deep, the tips of them slightly curled to assault that sensitive bulge of nerves within you. “mister howlett.” you panted softly and the formality scratched his brain in a damn good way. having you speak to him as if he wasn't making you a mess with his own fingers was the highlight of this. “let go. it's okay, sweetheart. I got you.” he whispered as his lips brushed against your ear. you purposely twisted your head to look at him and logan couldn't resist how close your lips were. you whined against his mouth as those fingers moved within you, twisting and thrusting, until your thighs were a trembling mess. a final brush of his calloused palm against your clit set everything off and your eyes rolled back. “that’s it.” he murmured through gritted teeth as you came hard, your entire body shaking on top of his own as your fingers clutched at his thighs with desperation. logan silenced your scream with a deep kiss which you happily returned despite the exhaustion settling in your bones. he released your wrists and stared at the space between your legs knowingly as you moved your free hands to logan’s wrist. he shuddered when you used your hands to shove his fingers deeper within you, as if they weren't already buried to the hilt. “a little more.” you pleaded against his lips and logan felt his heart beating in a certain way he wished to ignore. he remained like that, his bulge nestled against your bare ass beneath that dress, and his fingers unmoving inside you but keeping you full. you stayed like that until logan was regretfully helping you up and urging you away. it wouldn't be right for you to be seen with him, he'd remind you. “goodbye, mister howlett.” you so sweetly wished with that pretty smile and all logan could do was watch with strained trousers as you did your best to keep your dress modest.

he was the worst man. logan was certain of it as you appeared in his door step the next day and repeated another rehearsed sentence. “good morning, mister howlett. do you happen to have any honey left?” your eyes sparkled as they looked at him and logan weighed out his options of telling you to disappear or at least pushing you away nicely. “‘m sure I got more honey in the barn, kid.” i’m a weak man, logan thought as he ignored his mind again and entered the barn with you. when those large doors closed, he wondered if it'll ever stop.

[cayleeuhithinknott]

you won’t be playing horror games again any time soon.

ps:: i changed the format so if it looks stupid ignore it im experimenting

pairing: mean!chris & sensitive!brat!reader

it’s 3am, and you’re curled up in chris’s lap at his desk, gripping his arm like a lifeline while the dim glow of his monitor flickers across the room. the horror game you stupidly begged to play is still going, and you regret every decision that led you to this moment.

“you’re so dramatic,” chris mutters, one hand lazily on the mouse while the other rests against your hip. “it’s just a game, angel. nothing’s gonna—”

a sudden noise crackles through the speakers, something low and guttural, and you jolt so hard you practically climb up his torso.

chris lets out a sharp sigh. “jesus christ, calm down. you’re embarrassing.”

“i hate this,” you whisper, burying your face into his shoulder.

“then why’d you beg to play it?”

“i thought it’d be fun!”

“yeah, well, it’s fun for me.” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “you’re the one acting like you’re about to piss yourself.”

you glare up at him, but before you can retaliate, the game drags you both back in. another slow walk down a pitch-black hallway, another eerie silence, another—

the screen explodes with movement, a grotesque figure lunging forward with a bloodcurdling screech.

you let out a scream so loud it could wake the dead, clutching at chris like you’re about to die.

chris, completely unfazed by the jumpscare, tenses under you before shoving a hand over your mouth. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” he hisses. “do you want me to go deaf?”

before you can answer, his bedroom door creaks open, and matt stands there, squinting like he’s debating if this is worth his time.

“what the hell is going on in here?” matt asks, voice thick with exhaustion.

chris turns in his chair, still keeping an arm wrapped around your waist. “oh, y’know,” he deadpans, “just trying to survive the night while this one loses her entire fucking mind over a pixelated corpse.”

matt stares for a second, then exhales, shaking his head. “you two are insufferable,” he mutters, already leaving.

“fuck off,” chris calls after him, and matt flips him off over his shoulder.

with the interruption over, you reluctantly refocus on the game. despite chris’s relentless teasing, he keeps his grip on you firm, even though he already knows you’re obviously not going anywhere. every time you flinch, he smirks. every time you whimper, he scoffs. and every time you grab onto him like he’s your only tether to life, he mutters some sarcastic little “so fucking pathetic” under his breath—but his arm tightens around you anyway.

the final level is absolute hell. you can barely bring yourself to watch as chris navigates through flickering lights, eerie whispers, and way too many jumpscares. he, of course, is completely unbothered.

you, on the other hand, are on the verge of tears.

“chris, i can’t do this,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut as something moves in the shadows on the screen.

“good thing i’m the one playing, then,” he says dryly.

“you know what i mean,” you whine, fisting the fabric of his hoodie.

he snorts. “angel, it’s literally fake. not real. not gonna come through the screen and kill you.”

“but what if it does?”

“oh my god.”

but he plays through it anyway, finishing off the final level while you clutch onto him like a lifeline. when the credits finally roll, you let out a shaky breath, sagging against his chest.

“yeah, you’re done playing horror games,” he announces, shutting down the computer.

you don’t argue. mostly because you’re exhausted, but also because, well—you’re still terrified.

he stands up, effortlessly lifting you with him before tossing you onto his bed. you let out a soft squeak as you land, and he chuckles dryly, shaking his head.

“so helpless,” he mutters, peeling off his hoodie before climbing in next to you.

he turns off the lights, and the room immediately becomes dark. too dark. too silent. too filled with the lingering images of what you just suffered through.

you inch closer to chris instinctively.

he immediately notices. “oh my god.”

“i’m scared,” you mumble, pressing your face into his chest.

“of what, angel?” he groans. “it’s over. the game’s done. you can stop acting scared now.”

“but what if something’s here?” you whisper.

he lets out the most dramatic sigh of all time. “yeah. totally. some half-decomposed demon crawled out of my gaming pc to murder you. nothing’s fuckin’ here.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i do know that, because i’m not an idiot,” he says, but he still shifts, pulling you closer. his hand settles on your lower back, rubbing slow circles, and you try not to smile at how automatic it is.

“you’ll protect me, right?” you whisper.

“nope.”

“chris.”

he huffs. “…yeah, yeah, whatever. now go to sleep before i actually strangle you.”

you snuggle into him, finally relaxing. his warmth, his grip, the steady rise and fall of his chest—it’s all enough to lull you under.

right as you start to drift off, you hear him grumble, “so fucking dramatic,” but he presses a lazy kiss to your forehead right after, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

a/n: have this stupid shit while i write smut ✨✨

tags: @sturniolo04 @admeliora94 @alexturnersgooch @strnilolover @snuffbut @frattboychris @marrykisskilled @mqttittude @purpledragon222 @aubsloveschris @slctsblogana @emely9274 @oliviasthatgirl @conspiracy-ash @matthewsroses @pasteldreams

[cottoncandyswisherz]

the sidequest

nick x male!reader (obviously)

warnings: nothing

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it was graduation night. THANK GOD. nick was in the backyard of someone he did not know with his friends, taking in the feeling of finally being free from the chains of high school when he felt a tap on his shoulder. immediately frightened, he let out a shriek and turned around swiftly.

"holy shit! why are you screaming?!" you asked, having been shocked by him yourself.

"why the fuck would you creep up behind me like a fucking psychopath?!" nick asked his own question in his defense.

"i don't know but why are we yelling?"

this made nick come to his senses and he began taking you in bit by bit, examining every feature he had access to.

tall. black hair. brown eyes. pretty teeth. slight stubble.

he was snapped out of his thoughts by his friends laughing and telling him they'd find him later.

no crushes on the most obvious straight guy, nick. NONE!

you decided to go back to your original approach, trying to be suave and cool. "look, im sorry for scaring you." you flashed a smile and stuck your hand out as an olive branch. "i'm y/n."

nick hid his attraction to your smile by looking at you quizzically and accepting your handshake. "nick."

"i know who you are." you laughed. "you were in my english class first semester."

nick arched an eyebrow and "so why are you just now speaking to me?"

"because when alahna was telling you about how cameron brinks ghosted her, you said, and i quote "i'd never talk to the bums at this school." so i figured, since i don't go to this school anymore, i can get to know you." you flashed yet another smile.

"so.... youre.... a homosexual?" nick was in shock. this couldn't be happening. this HAD to be satire.

"i believe they call it 'gay' these days." you laughed at his wording. "but if that how you wanna put it, then yes, nick. im a homosexual."

fuck. the way you said his fucking name....

nick was ripped out of his thoughts.

"so... would you wanna make a side quest with me? i gotta go to 7/11 for cups because i'm the only sober one and the dummies wanna play beer pong."

"uh..." nick turned to look at his brothers and friends who were all in their own conversation without him. fuck it we ball. "sure but you hav to drive because i don't have a license."

"youre 18 with no license?"

nick rolled his eyes. "don't piss me off, you were doing great."

"oh i was?" you smirked and lifted an eyebrow, stepping closer to him.

nick felt an assault on his senses and he inhaled in shock at your close proximity. but he only made matters worse when he smelled your cologne.

subtle. woodsy.

he had to get the fuck away from you.

"okay just let me go tell them i'm leaving for a second." he said quickly, then walked away promptly.

he walked up to his group, who were laughing about something that was probably so idiotic. when he approached them, they immediately stopped what they were doing and waited for nick to go on a tangent about the attractive guy he was just getting friendly with.

but he didn't. he simply said, "we're going to 7/11. what do you want?" and of course he was met with an array of requests that he couldn't keep up with so he groaned and said "just text the groupchat."

five minutes later and nicks in the passenger seat of a vehicle with someone he'd just met, and he couldn't even bring himself to care.

y/n connected the bluetooth and hit shuffle on his playlist but turned the volume to barely audible.

so he wants to talk....

"so rate your personal 'just graduated high school' experience."

"definately a 10/10. me and my brothers have a youtube channel so now that we're done with school we can fully focus on that."

"yeah, i heard about that. you guys are pretty big right?"

"i mean we have a plaque so..."

y/n laughed at the confirmation.

they rode in blissful ignorance of the rest of the world. talking about everything and nothing at all at the same time.

"no, planet her is superior to scarlet in everyway" y/n argued.

"you have to be joking. scarlet was her comeback. it was proof that she still has it and doesnt give a fuck about the haters who claim to be supporters."

"true. i guess it all depends on how you view music." y/n spoke. "when i'm listening to music i'm looking for relatability. i think i just relate to planet her more right now because it has everything, turn up music, sad music, and that's where i'm at right now... all over the place."

"you can fucking say that again." nick agreed. "i have no idea what the fuck is going on most of the time."

time went on and it seemed like 7/11 was a forgotten dream between the two.

"i'm a d1 ranch hater..." nick admitted after they'd stopped for nuggets and y/n asked for ranch as his dipping sauce.

"fucking psycho"

and that was the end of that debate.

"where do you think you'll be in 10 years?" y/n asked.

"um.. hopefully alive, yknow? that would be ideal."

"right."

"i hope i'm more independent. i wanna have more personal experiences that don't have anything to do with matt or chris." y/n just nodded because his sister was four years younger than him so he couldn't relate, but he wanted nick to know that he understood. "and i pray i'll have gotten my license. um.... i want a house, just by myself. i want to just have my own space. maybe a dog... i don't really know."

"what kind of dog?"

"something small. i have one now, his names trevor."

"i have a pit. her names roxie and she's the laziest creature known to man."

nick laughed at that. "no trevor's lazy too. but he's older now so i guess he's earned the lazy bum title."

"true that."

finally they reached 7/11.

it wasn't that cold outside because it was the end of may but it was a bit windy, which nick vocalized, resulting in y/n taking off his hoodie and handing it to him.

i know you think this was a cute gesture but you're wrong. it was a sexy gesture.

when y/n raised his arms, his shirt rode up a bit, so nick could see the bottom of his stomach and the small tuft of hair leading to the waistband of his sweats damn near had nick foaming at the mouth.

"here." y/n handed nick the hoodie, snapping him out of his vulgar thoughts.

entering the store nick and y/n went their separate ways, y/n getting the cups and nick getting the snacks for his friends. when they got to counter nick waited for y/n to pay for the cups only to be told, "put your stuff on the counter."

and that was that.

back in the car, they didn't really talk. just listened to music and sat in a comfortable silence. 

when nick and y/n got back to the party, nicks group was curious to know what the fuck went on in the hour they were gone and y/ns friends wanted to know why he took an hour to get solo cups. so they went their separate ways and continued having fun with their friends. 

but the rest of the night, nick couldn't forget the fact that y/n never asked for his number or anything so how the fuck were they ever gonna talk again. 

and they had to talk again.

but y/n never came up to him. never even looked in his direction.

and my the time nick sent the "my crew let's go!" text to the groupchat, he'd convinced himself that this awesome guy he'd just went on an adventure with was a one time experience. 

until... 

niyah speaks sum slight finally did my taglist guys yaya

taglist: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @jnkvivi @sturnsslut @zniyadgaf @koilaniazul @thisisntmattsturniolo @nyktoxs-lover @l0akkzz

[captainsarahscratches]

Thin Walls

Reader and Kenny Omega are staying the night at a friend house unexpectedly. Ruining their plans for the evening.However, Kenny disagrees and convinces Reader that they can still have some fun.

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Kenny Omega x Fem Reader

SMUT, Muffling, Light Choking, Taboo Sex, Quasi-Public Sex, Anal Play, Degradation : Slut, Whore, Cunt, Potential Caught in the Act Scenarios

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"damnit, I knew I should have taken the car in yesterday." You said as your engine failed to turn over yet again. "I told you, you can't ignore a check engine light y/n." Rolling your eyes and mimicking his voice "YoU cAnT IgnOrE the LigHt, Im Kenny And I know things blah blah blah"

Chuckling, "Come on baby, let's get inside. It's starting to rain. Let's see if Matt is okay with us staying a bit longer until we can figure something out." Wrapping his arm around you, you lock your car. He looks down at you, "What? Worried someone is gonna steal it? It can't even move." You laughed, cheerishing the fact he can still make you laugh in a shitty situation.

You go to knock at the door but the door swung open and Matt said to get inside quickly as the rain was getting worse very fast. "Get inside, car won't start?"

"Someone ignored her engine light for too long." As he gently nudged you with his arm, "Can we stay a little longer until we can get someone out here?"

"Dude, just stay the night. Its pouring outside and it's almost midnight anyway. No one is coming out in this shit. We have an extra room." As he was explaining himself Matt's wife Dana handed you a stack of towels, "You're staying. I'm not letting you two drive in this."

You just smiled and said thank you. You continued on to settle in. After saying goodnight to Dana and Matt you laid in bed beside Kenny.

"Well, I know this isn't what we had planned for tonight but I'm glad we didn't have to drive in this." he said as he flipped through channels stopping on the weather channel showing the severity of the storm.

Sighing you replied, "I know, but I was looking forward to tonight. I love when you play with my ass" He cocked an eyebrow in your direction. "And what makes you think that isn't happening?'' He turned over to hover over your body, his hand tracing the skin of your thigh. You were shocked, did he actually just suggest what you think he did? "Ken, we can't do that here."

"And why not? We have this nice big bed to ourselves and a storm outside always gets you in the mood. What was it you said? Drowns out your moans for the neighbors?" He started to lay kisses on the nape of your neck.

You moaned softly at his touch but caught yourself. "Exactly why we can't do that here. You know how loud I am, and especially when you train my ass. I dont want then to hear."

Sucking harder on your neck whispering gruffly in your ear, "What dont want Matt to hear how good I fuck you? How I make you scream for more. Listen to the absolutely filthy fucking moans you let out when I fuck you senseless as I thumb your little virgin ass." He smacks your ass hsrd making you yelp and roll towards him trying to stifle your moans. "That's exactly what I dont want." You lay on top of him staring into his eyes, his arms wrapped around holding you tight, his cock hard and against your core. You can't help but to bite your lip looking at your man kike this.

"See there it is..."

"What?"

His hand gently cups your neck, "See you love the idea of being caught. I can see it in your eyes. But you're right, you're too loud. But I can fix that." His grip becomes tighter. "See we'll make it a game. Lets see how long you can keep yourself quiet. If you're quiet, I fuck you until we cum and kiss you good night like my sweet little girl filled with daddy's cum.... But if you start to make a scene and scream as I fuck you, well.... I won't be as sweet. Because baby, if you let them hear you, you're going to let them know exactly how good I fuck you."

Befor you could even respond you felt his length thrust into you, causing you to moan and bite your lip harshly. Kenny's hand cupped your cheek.

"Oh this will be fun. Won't it Sweetheart?"

you could only desperately nod, not daring to open your mouth.

"Mmm good girl"

His already darken eyes look up at you as he starts to suck hard on your breast, turning into little bites, making sure to mark you. You can see a smirk on his face, as his hand reaches back to your throat, gently bringing you face to face with him. "Now see, why am I not surprised that you cant keep quiet darling? Huh? One little bite and you're already moaning. What are we going to do about that?" His lips millimeters from your ear, his breath on your neck, you pussy clenching around his cock with every word. "Aww I can feel how bad you need me baby. Your little cunt is begging for me." He starts to flex his cock inside of you, causing you to bury your face in his shoulder. Grabing your hair he bring your head up again, "Do I need to find a way to shut your mouth for you?" You look at him with needy eyes. "Yes, Sir" you whisper quietly.

Bouncing on his cock, biting your lip so hard you think might bleed. "Lets get rid of this though, let me see my beautiful girl" He strips you of the shirt Dana loaned you, instantly encapsulating your nipple in his mouth... Causing you to break your silence. "Oh fuck yes..."

"On your knees."

You looked up at him with excitement, slowly stroking his cock in your hand. Taking time before placing a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, swiping your tongue slowly up his length. "That's a good girl, show me how much you can take down that pretty little mouth of yours" You smiled as you took him inrto your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and running your tongue on the shaft of his dick.

He dropped his head backwards, growling at the feeling. "Fuck Y/N... Such a good fucking Slut for me" It was then, when it clicked in your mind.

This wasn't about you not being loud, this was a contest to see who made who break first. You hummed around his cock with an mischievous look in your eyes. Kenny inhaled deeply laughing quietly to himself as he realized what you were thinking. "No, now this is about you. Be a good girl, and. Fuckkk" You starting to bob your head up and down vigorously, stroking his length as you came up, taking his length to the back of your throat, softly gagging around him. But it didn't stop you. You wanted to be the reason he came undone.

He pulled you to your feet flipped you around and bent you over the bed, hand on you shoulders to keep you down. "Yeah, baby? You want to suck me like a little whore? You're going to get fucked like a little whore." He spread ypur ass apart, smacking it hard and without any build up slammed into yoh. Gucking you harder with every thrust. You bit onto the pillow, but Kenny ripped it away, throwing it on the floor. Leaving you on an empty bed with nothing to muffle you.

"God damnit y/n, fuck... Suck that fucking cock." He inhaled quickly, taking your hair in his hand thrusting into your mouth. "Yeah, you want to suck my cock like a little whore? huh? Being such a sneaky little slut for me. Thinking that your going to make me wake up the house?? Not tonight darling. Come here"

"Let me hear you. Tell me who's my little slut?"

"I am"

He smacks your ass again.

"Who??"

"I am your little slut, daddy"

He leans over you, whispering in your ear.

"That's right baby, I love when you act like a little slut for me. Taking Daddy's cock so well in your little cunt. Letting me use you no matter where we are. You dont even care that Matt can hear right now do you?" He felt your walls clench around his cock again "Oh so you like that he can dont you? Well if thats the case, let's let him hear what we've been training for. Oh and don't hold back. I want them to hear how my sweet little y/n is a dirty fucking whore for me, and only me. I want you to make them so horny with your moans that we hear them fucking too. Yeah, you want everyone to know how much you live my cock don't you baby?"

With that, you felt his thumb press into your asshole and that was it. Loudly you moaned out "FUCK DADDY, YES" You couldn't hold it any longer you were moaning into the matress to no avail of covering your moans. Kenny loved it and you could feel it. He started to finger your ass faster and deeper and thrusting himself ruthlessly deep into you. Your orgasm was uncontrollable and with little warning. You came around his cock, making a mess of the two of you and the sheets of the bed.

Kenny couldn't hold back much longer. He removed his hand your ass and gripped both sides of you hips so hard, you started to bruise. Throught gritted teeth, eyes shut, head falling into your back "Fuck y/n, God you're so fucking tight."

Smacking your ass over abd over again, leaving your ass red and wanting more.

"Fuckk baby you're going to make me cum."

You looked over your shoulder getting the best look you could of him.

"Do it, Cum for me Kenny. Cum inside me, Breed me Daddy. I need it, Let me be a good little slut for you."

Kenny yelled out in euphoria. Grunting loudly as he fought to keep fucking you through his orgasm. His cum flood and overflowing your cunt. He was sweating and breathing hard, after a moment he pulled out of you. Hands on your ass and bent dow you clean up the mess he made. Something he had never done befoe, making you gasp and like second nature grind your ass against him. He started to take the mess and spread it over you fingered asshole, sliding his middle finger inside one more time. "Yeah, Im going to make this ass mine tomorrow. At home, so I can hear you properly moan out."

Moments passed and he helped clean you both up and settle into bed properly. Snuggling up againdt him, the two of you still coming down from your high. You said "I'm honestly surprised we didn't wake them after that." Before Kenny could even respond, you both heard a distant moan from the other room accompanied by a rhythmic thumping against the wall.

Kenny looked so surprised and giddy as he said

"See, I told you. Your moans are so fucking hot thwy get everyone horny. 😃" You laughed softlt slapped his chest. "Shut up, you dont know that's what happened."

"Matt you're not putting anything in my ass!" "Fine, I'm sorry"

You look at each other and smile but then it hits you both how thin the walls actually are....

Breakfast will be very interesting tomorrow.

[starryredpandawrites]

Im craving angst…

What would happen if gent found Bendy and Audrey exists? (In the real world)

Ask and you shall receive. You and @gothic-mothic-topic would get along, lol

It would be real bad. Tempted to leave it at that as a joke but I'm not mean 😉

Let's say Gent goes after them while Audrey is at work. They would probably go after Audrey first with the hope they could use her to get the Ink Demon to behave.

However, I think Audrey would be prepared for this. She’s been paranoid about Gent finding out about them ever since she had her little crisis in the Gent building about whether she’s their property or not. So somehow she would finagle her way out of Gent’s clutches with use of her ink powers (I headcanon she keeps her ink powers when she leaves the ink world. Don’t ask me how banishing fits into things, I haven’t figured that out yet. Either it does nothing or melts real people, idk) and possibly the powers of violence. If she had to get violent cue mental crisis of hurting real people. It's a lot easier to beat someone to death if they look like goopy ink people.

Anyway, she would call home with a code to give Bendy a sign that they gotta dip or she’d have something similar set up to signal to him that something is wrong.

They would meet up and bail. Cue possibility of crazy car chase with the Ink Demon jumping out of the car to go flip their pursuers cars then running back to Audrey’s car while Audrey’s screaming bloody murder the whole time.

Since I just wrote a Bendy Bites about Bendy hunting in the wilderness, i'm gonna say that once they get outside the city they ditch the car and just start living off the land. Luckily for them, they don't really need to eat/sleep. It's good for their mental health but not an absolute necessity.

Bendy is fine with this. Audrey is not.

Audrey would be devastated. She just lost her dream job and her entire life. At least when she was stuck in the machine, there was hope she would go home and everything would go back to normal. That's impossible now. She's really gonna miss interacting with people, her job, and worst of all she's gonna get hit with a lot of guilt for abandoning everyone in the cycle. If Gent found the two of them, there's no way they haven't found the Ink Machine yet either. If she managed to bring the Illusion of Living with her, that would alleviate some of the guilt but if she didn’t she would feel real, real bad about leaving everyone behind.

Bendy sees this and hates that there's nothing he can do to help Audrey. The harsh reality is that if it wasn't for him, Audrey very likely could have kept living her life in blissful ignorance. But no, she chose to house him and now they both have to face the consequences.

So, now they have a choice. Go back and see if they can steal the machine or stay in hiding and pray that Gent doesn't fuck with them too much.

I think they would go back for them. :)

[chapel-of-rizztual]

16 with aurora/swiss? 🤔

“What do you like?” Swiss had asked her, and, at the time, it seemed like an innocent question.

“I don’t know…” Was her answer, because, well, she didn’t. She hasn’t been summoned long enough to figure it out yet.

“Then how about we find out together?” And the sinister smirk on his face should have been an indicator to her how this was going to go.

That was how she ended up in Swiss’ bed, arms bound to the headboard and silk blindfold over her eyes, with his head buried between her thighs.

He’s pulled two orgasms from her already and showed no sighs of slowing, lapping at her cunt with a vigour she’d never experienced before.

He added two fingers without warning, pulling his head away to look at her.

“I’m not stopping until that blindfold is wet with your tears.” He pumps his finger in and of her at a speed that fills the room with a lewd slick sound. “I want it to be as wet at you are.” She throws her head back with a moan, spreading her legs wider for him.

“That’s it, good girl.” He growls into her pussy before wrapping his lips around her clit and sucks hard. Aurora keens, her hips bucking into his face. He pins her hips down with his other hand and growls, low and feral. She pulls her legs over his shoulders and he gives a him of approval, sending vibrations through her clit. Aurora moans again, hips rolling into Swiss’ face.

Aurora can feel the build of another orgasm burning in her gut, rolling around desperate for release. She tugs at the restraints, desperate to bury her hands on Swiss’ hair. Swiss scrapes his teeth along her clit and she all bit screams, clenching around Swiss’ fingers. Swiss pulls his mouth away and she whines, desperate bucking her hips to chase his mouth.“You close, baby?” He whispers to her. “I don’t need to ask, I can feel you clench down on my finger, Satan you’re so tight.”

“I-Swiss. Im so close.” She pants out, arms tugging at the restraints once again. “You know what I wanna see?” Swiss ignores her pleas. “I wanna watch Mountain fuck you. You’re so small, fuck he’d absolutely destroy you.” Swiss cuts off a moan by biting at her thigh. “Maybe later, once I’ve had my fun with you, I’ll invite him in here and watch him absolutely wreck you.” Aurora moans, loudly, her eyes squeezing closed behind the blindfold. She clenches down even harder on his fingers making him

He laugh at her.

“You like that idea, baby? You like the idea of me watching Mountain wreck you?”

She nods best she can, another moan bubbling out of her, one leg drawing up in an attempt to get Swiss’ fingers deeper into her, her orgasm right on the edge. Swiss thumbs at her clit, rubbing in harsh circles. “Common baby, can feel your so close for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He bits down on her thigh and that’s it for her. She cums, hard, feeling it ripping though her entire body, gushing around Swiss’ fingers.

“Fuck that’s it baby, such a good girl for me, so hot.” Swiss thumbs her clit harder, pushing his fingers in deeper to draw out her orgasm as long as possible, her release going all over his hand and arm. She slowly comes down from her high, feeling Swiss rub at her thigh.

“You did so good for me, so so good for me.” He fingers are still moving slowly inside her, petting at her. “But, that blindfold is still dry. So, we keep going until your eyes are crying just as much as your pussy is.” Aurora can’t help the moan that’s pushed out of at the feeling of Swiss’ fingers picking up speed again and his lips wrapping around her clit once again. It was going to be a long night.

[tshifty]

hmm a thought im still trying to figure out how to put into words. but I really see so many people not understanding that there is a difference in saying you believe voting is vital to democracy, and saying that you believe for instance that joe biden will save our democracy.

because I keep seeing so many fucking people trying to scream how biden is good for our country and will push us to progress and just fully ignoring or lying about all the harm he has caused. bc you have turned politics into your own personal stan war.

versus understanding and really reckoning with how far our democracy has fallen. how shitty it has been in many ways for its entire existence as an institution also. understanding that voting is a tool not falling in love. understanding that for the love of god you have to, you MUST reckon with how evil they all are, if you are to have absolutely any hope in actually coming together in community to create real systemic change.

because when all you're doing is screaming at people to vote or else they're stupid, ignorant, uninformed, selfish, lazy.. my god do you hear yourself?? who the fuck do you think you're reaching??? people don't want to vote because our politicians are monsters and our country is collapsing. because our president is committing genocide and we're all watching it happen live on fucking instagram every single day.

you don't even care about reaching people. not even a little bit. because you damn well know you're only saying that in a vacuum. yelling at people that they're stupid because you don't understand the government is killing them is fucking cruel. telling people they're stupid because the even more evil option will hurt more people... babe people are aware of that.

there will always be a worse option. and voting is a tool that can be used to hold off that worse option. but at what point are we actually going to do something about just how bad things have become?

so I swear to god the next fucking post I see about someone saying "people don't want to vote for biden bc he's committing genocide which clearly shows their lack of understanding complex issues bc trump would kill More people and for Other Reasons Too" im gonna fucking lose it. shut your goddamn mouth you are doing no good to anyone. you're not reaching anybody with that shit. shut the fuck up and sit with your thoughts. you and your moral fucking high-ground you sound so ignorant.

fuck joe biden. fuck that man. drag him to the Hague. and if. IF!!!! if he gets my vote in november it won't be because he's good, it will be because we cannot afford to fall into fascism more rapidly than we already fucking are. people are so deeply well aware of what is at stake. a lot of yall doing this shit though, yall seem like you're the ones who don't see what's really been at stake for a while now. if yall think the only method we will need to fix this is electoral, then you really haven't been paying attention.

[typingatlightspeed]

TF2 Fanfic - Concentration Chapter 5 - Medic: Playing Doctor

Scout's next assignment is Medic, to be a guinea pig for the doctor's latest arcane experiement. Unfortunately, it's also a medical experiment, which means Scout has to suffer through the ordeal of surgery with the painkilling properties of the medigun turned down and the excited infodumping levels of the Teutonic garuda turned up to 11.

Part of Monstrous Intent!

Warnings: Surgery! Not super graphic with descriptions, but Medic spends some time up in Scout's guts in a not-sexy way for once. Shocking for me to write, I know. So yeah, if you're squeamish, be warned.

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"So I said to 'im, you're just mad 'cause you ain't got five boyfriends," Scout snorted, pulling a can of Bonk! out of the fridge. "You shoulda seen the look on 'is face when before I blasted it off 'is head!" He cracked the can and took a swig. "Classic."

Sniper's easy chuckle was interrupted as he squinted for a long moment and began counting on his fingers. "Wait, five? Since when? You got Doc, Heavy, Soldier—"

"Demo an' you, yeah," Scout interrupted, talking against the lip of the can and punctuating the statement with another noisy slurp.

Sniper's eyes snapped to Scout, wide. Oh, he was not prepared for this conversation. He'd just been proposed to a few days ago and now his best friend thought they were an item? He loved Scout, but he wasn't ready for that kind of relationship with him! "Er, I—look, you know you're me best mate, but—"

"Come on, Snipes, I know I'm hot shit but let's be real with ourselves, you an' Demo are way better at matin' than you are with me. Not to say you're a slouch or nothin'." Scout barely hid his grin around the can, drinking half to keep himself from bubbling over with laughter as his friend turned red and began to panic, stumbling over his words.

"N—not what I mean, I—we're not—it's not—look, I know we get sort of...more touchy-feely than you'd expect for friends with benefits, but—but I—we—"

"Ah, there ye are, ye wee minx!" Demoman called, entering the kitchen and making a beeline for Scout. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and dipped him, planting a slow, searching kiss on him that drew moans from the faun, before righting him and letting him go with a swat on the ass. "Oi, Mickey, ye alright? Ye look like ye're goin' tae be sick."

Sniper goggled at his lover, his secret fiance. "Tav, Scout thinks—"

"That we're boyfriends?" Demoman chuckled, ignoring the slight pout from Scout as he set about disarming the prank when it was just getting good. "Sorry, love, I couldnae resist lettin' him wind ye up."

"Look, you can call it what you want. We ain't like, datin', but I'm gonna call it boyfriends, even if it's just romantic fuckbuddies or whatever noncommittal bullshit you wanna try to pass it off as. We kiss, we cuddle, we fuck, we have fun. Close enough, right?" Scout explained with a dismissive shrug. He mumbled against the can before taking another slurp, "Makes it easier to count."

"You coulda maybe cleared that by me first," Sniper growled, slugging Scout in the arm and tossing a cross glare to Demoman. "Bloody terrifyin' me makin' me think I 'ad to suddenly figure out 'ow to let me best mate down easy."

Demoman swooped over to Sniper and wrapped him in a tight hug, peppering his cheek with kisses. "Ah, I'm sorry, Dee. Ye shoulda seen the look on yer face, though!"

Sniper scowled, but the anger melted away quickly. It was infuriatingly hard to stay mad at Demoman, especially wrapped in his warm, strong arms. "I'm absolutely getting you back for that. Both you cunts."

*

Scout cried out, bucking against the straps of the operating table as the scalpel cut through his flesh, digging a line down his abdomen and slicing through the muscle of his belly. He hissed breaths, alternating between clenched teeth and open-mouthed yells, inching upward into screams the deeper the blade went, until at last his abdominal wall was fully breached, and the scalpel left him. He tried to catch his breath but found it difficult, what with the whole abdominal wall breach making it hard to get his diaphragm to want to work amid all of the pain.

"Do not worry, Spatz," Medic said, setting the scalpel down. "This isn't even what it would really feel like without the medigun. It would be blindingly excrutiating!" He pet at Scout's hair, scratching at his scalp, getting the gentle touches out of the way before that hand would be covered in the younger man's blood. "This may hurt, but it is far from anything that could send you into shock."

"Lucky me," Scout croaked, squeezing his eyes shut and trying desperately not to cry. He was already failing. Holy shit it hurt, burning searing sharp electric pain lighting up his whole torso and making his arms and legs twitch with the animal urge to run, to get away from the source of his agony: Medic, his boyfriend.

Spy had said that today's training would ramp up the intensity further, particularly pertaining to sustained pain, but Scout hadn't been prepared for surgery. Normally that would be more emotionally than physically daunting, thanks to the medigun mounted to the ceiling in Medic's office. But Scout had been very dismayed to learn that the gun had a dial to control its strength, and it could be turned down to allow for feeling pain while keeping the patient alive, which the doctor had gleefully explained to him mere moments before turning it to that setting and slicing into him like a Smissmas ham.

"I know it's painful, but Spy was very insistent that the test here is for you to maintain your spell while in extreme pain. It gives me no pleasure to hurt you like this." Medic frowned. It was true, in a sense. He did like hurting people, but not his lover, on his operating table. Here was a place for experimentation and discovery, research and investigation, and maybe just a bit of fun playing with blood and guts. But bringing his little sparrow such agony did nothing to excite the doctor's lust for knowledge and progress. His preferred method of strapping Scout to a table and making him scream tended far more toward the pleasurable, after all.

"Then why you gotta do it? We can just turn that gun up an' Spy wouldn't know a thing, right? It ain't like 'e stayed to watch this time."

Medic shook his head. "That we know of," he reminded him. "But, fine. This is too intense, and I hate having a living patient I can't even hold proper a conversation with." He reached up to the medigun rig and messed with some of the controls. "If Spy has complaints, he can recruit someone who isn't romantically involved with you." He chuckled. "As vanishingly small as that number seems to be."

The healing beam of the medigun seemed to glow a little brighter, and the hum of the machine itself changed its sound. The pain in Scout's abdomen seemed to ease just a bit, less the mind-rending searing agony of having his body cavity opened, and more akin to the heavy, awful throb of a freshly sewn-up body cavity, instead. It still hurt desperately, but Scout could at least get his eyes to focus and distract himself a little. After all, he spent his job getting shot on the daily. His pain tolerance was high, just not superhuman.

"Thanks, babe," Scout grunted with a wince. "I can at least think straight now."

"There is not much else that you do straight," Medic hummed, turning back to his tray of tools and fiddling around.

"Oh ha ha very funny. You're one to talk you big ol' fruit loop," Scout teased, trying not to laugh lest it aggravate his pain. He pointedly looked away as Medic fixed his retractors to hold open the incision, baring Scout's intestines to the room. The sight always made him sick, and more than once in the past he'd needed to quickly snag an emesis basin upon walking in on Medic working on Heavy. He never understood how the giant could be so casual and cavalier about letting the doctor perform exploratory surgery on him. "So, uh, what're you workin' on in me, anyway?" He winced at the sound of vague squelching, and a heavy throb of pain that rippled up through him.

Once the retractors were in place, Medic turned back to his tray. "I have a new implant I'm looking to test out."

"You're awful low for a new uberheart."

"Nein, this one will be placed lower in the abdominal cavity. I want to avoid feedback with the überheart implant, actually. You see, I have been doing research into necromancy."

"Oh no."

"Specifically," Medic continued, ignoring Scout's worry, "healing magic."

"That counts as necromancy?"

"Indeed! It deals with energies releating to life and death, hence it falls under the purview of that school. I was rather surprised, meinself, but it does make sense, once you realize how the mechanics of the spells actually function."

"So you're learnin' healin' spells?"

"Precisely! At least, I have begun mein studies. It is fascinating, really, but something struck me as I practiced with Heavy the other day. Namely, that the energies I was working with seemed almost suspiciously similar to the functionality of the medigun! They do say sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, but I have a suspicion that in this case, when I created the medigun, I may have unintentionally bridged the gap between them!"

"...so the medigun's magic?"

"Entirely possibly!" Medic grinned wide, that smug, evil grin that lit up whenever the doctor was truly in deep on some new breakthrough. "With my newfound knowledge, I've realized that the mix of materials through which I ran an electrical current when I first developed the medigun—and later, the healing functionality for Engie's dispensers— seems to act in a similar fashion to spell components, the circuit itself almost a magic circle. So my current hypothesis is that I unintentionally constructed a complete spell, with the addition of electricity acting as the trigger rather than myself supplying the energy, in effect crafting a magic item that can be used by the layman! The beginnings of the idea came to me as I was learning about enchanting items, but this most recent spellwork has only helped to solidify what had merely been an inkling."

"And the thing you're puttin' in me?"

Medic held up a round stone, about the size of a quarter, polished to perfect smoothness. It was a dark pink in colour, and it glowed softly with a white light. "This!"

"...what is it?"

"A beryl! It is a stone that can be very useful as a component for healing and energy amplification, which is perfect as a focus for my experiment. You see, if the medigun is truly performing magic, the way the beam persists, continually healing, and tracks and locks onto subjects is still anomalous, as far as the spells I have found are concerned. But, if I can replicate the effects using a target that amplifies energy, something for the spell to...stick to, as it were, then perhaps I can more accurately analyze the results and reverse engineer exactly what it is that I even did in the first place!" Medic tittered, his excitement a bit overwhelming to the pain-addled faun.

"So," Scout began, his voice pinched with pain. He really wished Medic would just get on with it as he talked. "You don't even know how the medigun works?"

"Practically? Absolutely. It is very straightforward. Theoretically? Not even slightly," Medic chuckled, reaching up a hand and gently patting the mounted medigun. "I have been able to replicate the effect and even expand on it when constructing other mediguns, like the Kritzkrieg. The how is rather clear, but the why? An absolute mystery! Ha ha!"

Scout suddenly felt very nervous.

"So I will implant this beryl beacon that I have enchanted so that I may further study my own work and possibly reverse engineer greater technologies. Possibly even greater spells! And a magic item that casts a spell without knowledge of magic to use? Think of the possibilities!"

"I'm thinkin," Scout mumbled, already exhausted from pain.

"Forgive me, Spatz. I really should get to the procedure. After all, there will be plenty of time to theorize and self-aggrandize once you're back in one piece."

"Yeah, thanks, Doc," Scout barely ground out as Medic's hands entered his body cavity, wedging in at either side of his intestines and making him feel sick in ways he couldn't articulate, all the while the burning agony of having his insides manipulated eventually forced a whine out of him.

"Bitte, can you do me a favour and hold this for a moment? I need to get this low in your abdomen enough to not worry about the überheart implant interfering with it." Medic waited for Scout to hold out his hands, and lifted a few coiling feet of intestines and plopped them into said hands.

Scout could feel blackness closing in at the edges of his vision. Somewhere, idly in the back of his mind, he wondered if passing out and losing his spell would count as a failure to Spy.

"There!" Medic chirped, withdrawing his hand from Scout's abdomen, looking down at his work. "Nestled gently amid your small intestine, not too far from the bladder. I will still have to monitor for interference, at which point I will likely have to place it lower, though I am unsure where. It would make a rather poor third testicle!" Medic tittered at his awful joke, and lifted the intestines from Scout's hands, ignoring the addled faun's silence as he fought for consciousness. "Though resting it near your prostate could provide for...interesting interactions," he teased, waggling his pointed eyebrows. Once he had arranged Scout's innards back into place, he looked the faun over, eyes widening as he saw how wan and out of it Scout had become.

"Eheh, perhaps that was a bit much for you. I forget that not everyone has the constitution for such things that Heavy does. You've done well, Spatz. Let's get you closed up."

Scout mumbled something that might have been grateful, though Medic couldn't be sure it was even actually a response.

Medic removed his retractors and set them on his tray, then brought the mounted medigun to bear, turning up its painkilling setting to maximum and watching the colour return to Scout's cheeks as his eyes grew clearer and more alert. With a satisfied nod, he flipped the switch on the gun's power setting, kicking it into overcharge, a bright blue light suffusing Scout as his abdominal wall and skin knit closed, sealing his body back together without a mark to be found.

Scout took a deep breath on reflex, and laid a hand on his bare, intact belly with a sigh of relief. Blood from his hand smeared on his skin. He always hated being operated on, and Medic wasn't exactly known for his bedside manner. Having a strong stomach was almost required, and Scout had never been particularly suited for that. "We done?" he asked, his voice weaker than he'd like, all of the chemicals flooding his brain with big warning messages of BAD and DYING starting to leak away slowly.

"Indeed, and you were an excellent patient, Spatz." Medic pulled a lollipop from his breast pocket and handed it to Scout, the stick bloody from the doctor's unwashed hand. "Here is a treat for you."

Scout stared at it with amusement, then looked back up to Medic with a smirk.

"Unless," Medic began, lifting an eyebrow and utterly failing to look innocent, "you would prefer something else to suck on for your treat." He nearly banged his head against the medigun when Scout tugged him down to the table by his tie.

[ssreeder]

ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod it’s HAPPENING this is NOT a DRILL

anyways I’m in bed hacking up a lung and delirious on cough medicine, so this leekie reaction episode is brought to you by Rikodien, our sponser for this evening :D

saw the chapter title and instantly began mentally rubbing my hands together like a greedy little gremlin I’m so EXCITED

oh shit not the suicidal sokka era… man pls just *kachow* back together like an overstretched elastic band bc codependency is wayyyy better than this shit come on dude

okay but like… sokka taking on zuko characteristics due to zuko being out of commission was Not what I expected, and yet I cannot say it’s entirely surprising

“I’m fine” GIRL YOU ARE LITERALLY IN THE MIDST OF A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

“Sokka wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone” AANG. AANG. PLS I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE THE GOOD IN OTHERS AND THAT YOURE A PACIFIST BUT. A A N G.

toph my bestie, the loml, an actual angel, yes INDEED why DOES sokka want to murder quon surely there’s a REASON

uh-oh.

not the zuko situation… rasu baby pls hold strong I Cannot have you being captured

aang. it’s times like these where I have to take deep breaths and remember you are 12 years old bc otherwise I will SCREAM

actually side note, but I would be really interested to hear 1. your feelings on iroh 2. your feelings on iroh IN THIS FIC, bc I personally am not a huge iroh fan for a multitude of reasons (sorry not sorry) so I wanna know how I’m supposed to read him in this universe (also just love hearing your thoughts and opinions but also no I don’t we’re divorced shut up)

thank GOD general how has some brain cells fr

suki is the real mvp of this chapter, she has the patience of the saint I honestly could never. FINALLY THE TRUTH YAYYYYY IM OH SO HAPPY TO HEAR SOKKA FINALLY TELL THE TRUTH

goddammit. why are they teenagers the emotions are just always so HIGH ugh I hate hormones. suki was doing so well ;-; (I don’t blame her or anything but DUDE COME ON)

aang and sokka friendship >>>>>

FUCKINF FINALY SOLKA IS GOONG TO ZUKEO OMGBG

ykw I’m just gonna leave those typos. I think they accurately convey my excitement.

sreedie. istg if pt 1 of the zukka reunion is sokka just WATCHING THROUGH A WINDOW IM GOING TO MURDER YOU

oh thank fuck he’s through the window. love you sreedie <3

not iroh just observing sokka go feral as a picture of absolute passivity lmao

okay I know this is a serious moment but I’m really enjoying the liab trivia night that sokka is hosting rn

I am actually,, extraordinarily pleased with how this chapter went. so uh.. no notes (ignore the several hundred words of notes above)

my heart was POUNDING and now I need to rest and recover. love ya sreeds <3

LEEKIE YOURE SICK?!?! (It’s been like almost two weeks so I hope you’re better) the audacity.

I think it’s hilarious how much of a reaction that title got heheeeee I’m funny.

Sokka spent 90% of RIA trying to get Zuko to stop doing what Sokka is spending 100% of ITF doing lol. It’s called progression damn it

Oh gosh my thoughts on Iroh? I don’t know where to start. I kind of want you to read Iroh how you want in this fic & see if you can figure out my feelings about the man from that? Hmmm? Call it… playing hard to get ;) ((just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean we can’t still play games))

Some people were mad at Suki for leaving after Sokka told her everything but seriously she is like what? 16??? Lied to & manipulated by someone she cared about & then told pfft there’s someone else. Nahhh girls allowed to have hurt feelings & she is allowed to want to bitch slap Sokka for that. (Just because Sokka is hurting doesn’t mean he gets to hurt others sorry buddddddyyy)

Hahaha Sokka did a really good job being there for Zuko but a terrible job keeping their closeness a secret haha: <3

LEEEEEKKKKKIIIEEEEE ok I don’t love you because you’re a lightbulb smashing ex wife but I do hope you’re feeling better & if now I’ll toss some soup through your window <3 (ok I still love you byyeeee)

[perlapulido]

Fired Up

Summary: Lexi has been know around Hell as another employee with a temper when shes pushed over the edge. Just wait until she meets the King of Wrath.

Ch 3

It was a good morning with Lexi drink her coffee to get herself up from a long shift from working behind the kitchen seeing Fizz coming over giving her a hug. "What do you want?" said Lexi knowing he does this to do a favor for him or Ozzie. "I have a show and I need you to check on my robot at LooLoo Land to make sure things are doing good." said Fizz. "Whats in it for me?" said Lexi. Cant you help a brother out?" said Fizz. "Whats in it for me?" said Lexi. Two weeks off of work and ill stop being a pain in the ass for a month." said Fizz. "Deal." said Lexi getting a kiss on the cheek from him. "Get off!" said Lexi then felt his tongue run up her cheek like a animal. "Oz!" said Lexi shoving him away. "Hes at the factory." said Fizz going to the spare room where he keeps hell dogs. Lexi went to her room to change and grabbed her bag heading out with Fizz going to the limo while not tripping over the wild hell dogs. It took them an hour until they got to the front with Lexi stepping out wearing her pass to get in and saw the limo already left. Lexi walked in knowing this wasnt the first time this happened until she bumped into a figure. "Oh Im so sorry. I didnt mean to do that." said Lexi looking at the teenage girl. She saw that she was a owl like demon with another who was much older and three imps looking ta her. "Are you a Goetia?" said Lexi lowering her voice. "Why is that your business?" said the imp large horns raising a gun at her. "Blitz, dont be rude. Im Millie and we are working at the moment with Prince Stolas and his daughter."  said the female imp after pushing Blitz away. "I wont say a word. But i find it odd that the royals would be out in public with jut imps. No offence." said Lexi looking at Millie. She then realized the name Millie called the Imp looking at him up and down as Blitz smirked walking over. "Like what you see." said Blitz. "Please. I just heard your before from my boss and roomie. You might be familiar with him." said Lexi then delivered a hard punch knocking him straight to his back.

"Thats for my sister and them. Be very careful you two. Apologies for what you saw." said Lexi passing Stolas on her way in the amusement park. She looked around until she saw the poster of a Fizz look a like next to the entrance of the tent going inside seeing it looked at the inside concerned and disgust at the condition. "Well if isnt my favorite sister. I thought my sensors were fucking up again. But i was wrong. Here for a piece action from me." Said robotic voice of Fizz above Lexi. "Ew. I came for a surprise inspection that isnt about me getting fucked by a robot version of my roommate." Said Lexi as robot Fizz landed in front of her. "Come on. I bet you wanted get the unforgettable experience." Said Robot fizz before sparking a bit. "Never in your fucking robotic life." Said Lexi. "If you say so. Why dont you take a seat and enjoy the show." Said Robot Fizz before going backstage to perform. "I shouldve stolen Blitz' rifle on the way here." Said Lexi walking to the bleachers taking a seat. She crossed her legs taking out her phone to text Ozzie not seeing the teen from before with Stolas next to her. Looking up at the stage seeing Robot Fizz making his introduction and started singing the theme song while dancing. "Ugh. I want stab my eyes out then continue watching this." Said Lexi. "My thoughts exactly." Said the teen. "Dragged into being here." Said Lexi glancing at her. "Yes. Besides my dad is here for that imp." Said the teen looking at her. "Something my boss can relate. But im sure your dad still loves you deeply." Said Lexi as the theme song started playing again. She got up leaving sending a sympathy look at the teen on her way out ignoring the gun shot and screaming to explore the rest of the amusement park. "Step right and win a prize. Maybe you can beat this pipsqueak." Said the vender guy in his game stand. "Nope." Said Lexi seeing Millie and the other imp. "Good luck winning something." Said Lexi. She then stopped to smell smoke then looked around for the source to see green flames and Blitz crash into the stand where Millie and the other imp were. "What the fuck?" Siad Lexi before Millie grabbe dher hand leading to safety somewhere. "What just happened?" Said Lexi as they stopped. "This stuff happens when it comes to Blitz. Ending in a mess." Said The imp. "Moxxies right on that one but we still do our jobs bit have you seen Octavia. Stolas daughter coming by." Said Millie. "No. Sorry. Wait a minute down into the fun house." Said Lexi seeing her running with smaller demons following her.

"Should i leave or help?" Said Lexi. "You use a gun before or weapons?" Said Moxxie looking at her. "A bat, mace, taser, and killed myself along with abusive ex. So no." Said Lexi. "Why dont you meet us at the lot. This won't take long." said Millie. "Alright but i get screamed at by my boss. Blitz getting a foot in his balls." said Lexi walking away before anything else explodes. She walked to the parking lot waiting for the ringing to stop hearing Fizz's voicemail. "Hey. I got news. It was okay until i ran into the bastard that ruined your life and now everything is going up in flames. Im not fucking joking everything is now on fire. i dont know how but theres nothing to be done now. Call me back." said Lexi. She then heard a very loud explosion behind her along with screaming turning to see Stolas carrying Octavia in his arms with the imp laying on the floor injured. "Worth it that robot slut had it coming." said Blitz. "Hey he is a robot version of my roommate who i love as a brother that i never had." said Lexi as her phone rang. "Lexi! What the fuck?!" said Fizz after Lexi answered. "Hold that thought." said Lexi walking over to Blitz who was getting up She kicked him in the groin hard making him yell in pain for Fizz to hear and waited fr him to say something. "Better?" said Lexi. "Maybe. I'll see you at home when you walk there. Serves you right to let LooLoo Land ablaze." said FIzz. "I kicked Blitz' tiny balls for you." said Lexi then was hanged up on. "Dick." she says putting her phone away. "Everything alright." said Stolas. "Because of Blitz. I have to find a way to get home in the Lust Ring." said Lexi looking at him. "Perhaps i can have my servants drop you off. Its no trouble." said Stolas. "Thank you. And im sorry about your wife." said Lexi. "What do you mean?" said Stolas setting Octavia down. "I know when youre in a bad toxic relationship. Why do you think im down here with these scars." said Lexi gesturing her face. "Youre ex did that?! How?" said Millie. "Acid to the face when i tried to leave him. So i blew up our home with us in it." said Lexi. "Perhaps we can talk alter about this. Now lets get home. Shall we?" said Stolas. "You dont mind joining you five?" said Lexi. "Why not?" said Millie climbing in with Lexi sitting next to her. "Maybe you can work with us?" said Millie. "I work with Asmodeus and Fizzarolli as their assistant and chef in Ozzie's." said Lexi. "That sounds great for someone of our kind." said Blitz climbing in the drivers seat while Stolas and Octavia were seat behind Millie and Lexi. "At least im not a heartbreaking whore." said Lexi. She and Millie started talking with Moxxie once she mentioned her tasted in musicals.

[t4tpolypd]

i dreamt about you last night. I dreamt we were still friends, but still fighting. But i ignored that so i could tell you about how shit things had been lately. How I’m losing even more of my friends. Why does this keep happening? Why do the people i love always turn out to be terrible people? Sometimes i think i should just give up. The thought is more and more enticing. I’m still there. I know i should leave. But i guess it’s the sunk cost fallacy, you know? Three fucking years. That’s the longest I’ve ever been friends with someone, you know. I don’t wanna lose it. I don’t want to have to start over again. But i can’t ignore what they’ve said, cause holy shit, that’s not okay. It’s so hard to make friends. I thought these ones would last, Jesus Christ. I’m not leaving because I’m worried about him. Even if he’s told me he hates me and i need to fuck off im worried about him because everyone else in his life is telling him this is okay. He hates me because im the one that’s actually concerned about the things he’s saying. I don’t know. I don’t really have anyone to talk to about this. Not anymore, hah. I don’t want to be an annoying sad bitch who’s always moping about something or other and talking about how i want to kill myself. I’ve got three people i trust. Three people who I *know* are my friends. I’m so tired. I’m so god damn tired. Things keep going downhill. They’re supposed to be looking up, finally, but they aren’t. I’m like a snowball rolling down a never ending hill and my problems keep getting worse. I don’t want to lose my friends again, but i can’t ignore what they’ve said. I don’t know what to fucking do man. I’m not good at coping. Hell, the way i used to fucking cope was by assuming an entirely different identity for a week until i figured out how to handle it. Haha, hi, yeah, I’m fictional man from fictional show, because i can’t deal with my god damn problems. It’s tempting but it doesn’t feel right. I’m not going to kill myself. As much as i want to, I’m not going to. I’m scared of what will happen after. Realistically, I’ve got a lot to live for too. I’m always on about how being alive is a gift in itself. Life’s a miracle and shit. I still believe that. As much as i want to die right now i still believe that. I keep looking at that stupid little icon and i just. I was supposed to start a dnd campaign. Among other shit. No ones gonna read this, so i guess it doesn’t really matter what i say. I’m saying it anyway. I just need something. Something to fucking hold onto cause everything else keeps leaving me. Slips through my hands like fucking sand. It’s like trying to grab a cloud. It looks fluffy, and tangible, but you can’t really grab a cloud cause it’s a gas, yknow? I feel gross. I need to take a bath. I don’t miss you. I miss what i thought you were. But you never were that. I don’t know why i went back to you after you threatened to kill me and all my friends and screamed awful things at me. I don’t know why i thought you’d changed. Maybe it was the stupid love i hung onto for you. But you never were who i thought you were. Hah. I could say that about so many people I’ve loved. Jesus Christ. I keep losing people. They keep turning out to suck. To have abused me, or groomed me, or have told my problems to someone else and called me disgusting and gave out my fucking discord information so someone could tell me to kill myself. Loving you was a mistake. And the you there is vague for a reason, cause i could say that about so many god damn fucking people it’s not even funny. I just need to get my thoughts out. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to deal with any of this. I shouldn’t have to deal with any of this. I don’t deserve this, do I? I know I’ve been a bad person in the past. I can’t deny that. But i was 13 when i did all that shit. I’m different now. Do i really deserve this? Am i still bad? Don’t answer that. I know I’m still bad. But I’m better. I wouldn’t call myself a bad person. But i do bad things sometimes. I can’t hold myself back sometimes. That’s rarer now.

Hah. ‘The text block is maxed out.’ Jesus. Whatever. I thought they were my friends. But this isn’t some ‘i like my little pony and you think it’s kinda Lame’ shit, this is ‘i think pedophilia is bad, actually,’ and then I’m being called an asshole for it. ‘Don’t you believe in redemption?’ Yeah, i believe in fucking redemption, Lonep, but this is fundamentally a different situation than that. He groomed him. He could do it again, and he’s still just a fucking child you idiot. I get it. I get that he misses his dad, but his dad is not a good person, no matter how much it seems like he’s “gotten his life together.” He got a job. Sure. But he still fucking preyed on children you absolute idiot. He’s being ‘really nice’ to him, and that’s god damn concerning. Do you not know what grooming is? I do. I fucking do. I should have been more careful and polite with my wording. But i had to get it beat into my head before i realised i was being groomed or abused or any of that shit. I don’t know. I wanted to help. And i don’t have a fucking savior complex, asshole, go shove it up yours, i just fucking care about people. It’s called having fucking empathy you stupid bitch. No ones going to read this. It’s going to get buried and no one’s going to find it unless i send it to someone like a pathetic loser or maybe years down the line i get famous and people want to find dirt on me and use the wayback machine and find all the posts I’ve made. If that’s you right now, find the shit i posted years ago cause that’s where you’ll find the real damn dirt. This is just me being a sad little bitch. God. I’m so angry. I’m so tired. I just want friends. Why does it always turn out this way

[lucytf2-irl]

tl;dr im thinking about sniper’s and lucy’s friendship. a lot. he knows lucy needs someone to be there for her, and if spy won’t step the hell up, then he fucking will. this is very much a thought dump.

the beginning of lucy’s and sniper’s friendship is something i think about but i still don’t have all the details worked out for it. i feel like i might be getting closer?

by all means, he never wanted to be her friend. the first time she came to sit near him, he put up with it because she needed to be somewhere quiet. he understood—the others can get quite loud sometimes. the second time, he was confused as to why she came back, and the third, he started getting annoyed with her presence. he didn’t want her hanging around him, but he didn’t really have a real reason to use to get her to leave. she was quiet, he expected her to be a chatterbox like her brother. she wasn’t. sometimes she even asked to look at his guns because she thought sniping was interesting.

sniper (at least to me) is incredibly closed off emotions wise. he didn’t want to get attached to her or he was worried that he would because like. there might have been some sort of subconscious feeling of wanting to protect her (he knows lucy can hold her own, but she’s still way too young to be working alongside mercenaries) among other feelings too but she has her brother already. he thought that her brother would be enough and she’d be fine.

something pushed him to realize that she does need more people she trusts besides her brother. right now that reason is because he saw her have some sort of like moment of shutdown or he saw her crying (moment of emotional vulnerability) and it doesnt sound right to me.

i also had the idea of like. so lucy was forced to rapidly mature WAY too early and fast for her age. in order to survive, she felt she had to “kill” the girl that she was. and it caused her to be in this really weird balance of:

fierce independence (she knows she can do it on her own and will refuse any help) and concerning codependence

because the girl she was never died. she just kept getting angrier and more upset and afraid as the years in that lab went by. lucy is trying so hard to repress that girl. but that’s only making everything worse, because her trying to insist that she doesn’t need a parental figure is only making that girl more angry and she is trying to claw and scream her way out of lucy. she hasn’t had a parental figure since she was six. she’s lacked guidance and attention that a parent would give her for a decade. and there is only so much her brother can do to help her.

i know at this point in lucy’s story sniper doesn’t know that he’s adopted. but i noticed that any time i write about spy being quite bluntly, a shitty fucking dad, sniper always tends to be the most upset with spy out of all the other mercs. he always has the most to say about that.

and i think i’ve finally realized why that is. sniper has an especially like. intimate history with the matter of what real parents do. he knows that real parents step the fuck up for their kids when they need help or guidance or comfort. and spy DEFINITELY knows that his kids, especially lucy, need help. again: lucy has lacked a parent figure for the past ten years.

spy was so worried about irreversibly fucking up his kids, he did something that irreversibly fucked up his kids. so scout and lucy would both be beyond livid when they find out. but sniper knows that this relationship can be mended. that it will be. it’s just going to take a lot of time and a lot of rebuilding of trust. but eventually, he thinks that spy would have a normal relationship with his kids.

so why. won’t he. just take. that opportunity. step up for them why do you keep ignoring it why the hell did you DISGUISE YOURSELF AS YOUR SON TO COMFORT YOUR DAUGHTER you are a goddamn coward.

sniper will get. like really worked up about it if he thinks about it for too long. or if something happens that prompts these thoughts to get back into his head.

but then he thinks about how. he didn’t want to step up into that position at all. because it isn’t and wasn’t his job to. but he’s glad he did. because he also found a friend in lucy, and she’s an awesome fucking kid.

[jkholmes]

And then there were.... ! Part 1

These last 3 months of your pregnancy were difficult your bump was large, too large for 8 months pregnant, you looked like you were closer to ten. You had heard the speculation around the court the sly whispers that you were probably pregnant before your wedding to Prince Aemond 8 months ago. You were trying to cuckold him with a bastard. Though Aemond paid no heed to these taunts. He knew you were a maiden on your wedding night his cock had borne the evidence. There was no way the child was not his own. He figured you were probably carrying twins as they ran in the family and the Maesters said it was most likely.

You sat in your apartments resting for the afternoon as you had taken to do lately. You held your large stomach and softly spoke to the love within "im sure they must be at least 2 of you in there".

Suddenly you felt a rush of liquid pool in your skirts your water had broken and Aemond was away.

"Help" you screamed when the chambermaid came in to see you and immediately rushed out to fetch the queen and the midwives.

Elsewhere flying high across Westeros atop Vhagar, Aemond headed north when the dragon made a sharp turn backwards. No matter how much he demanded and veered for recourse she headed straight back in the direction of kings landing. She had never disobeyed before, something must be wrong. Upon their landing above the Red Keep Aemond heard the piercing noise of his beloved screaming. Vhagar was right, you were in labour.

Your bedroom door burst open and your husband rushed to your side his handsome face contorted in worry. "My beloved I am here"

"Push princess, push" chanted Alicent.

"I am fucking pushing" you sneered and through gritted teeth you pushed out a head from your body. Aemond watched you in awe and anticipation as you pushed the rest of the little one from yourself to a mewling cry fom the babe.

"A Prince my love" uttered Aemond as he held the bundle who already sported a tuft of white hair, close to his chest and your saw a tear fall from his eye. As you ascended euphoria and reached out for your son a sharp pain hit you just like before and your screamed, "Aemond another is coming"

Passing his son to his mother and thinking how the rumour spreaders could go fuck themselves he came to your side, again holding your hand.

"You can do this my beloved once more"

"Fuck you Aemond!

"You did my love, thats why we are here" he commented.

"Aemond" hissed alicent.

You pushed again and out came a head followed by a body and a little cry filled the room once more.

"Another Prince! my darling, my love" said Aemond.

As your body fell back to the pillows you demanded to hold your little princes. They were placed into your arms and you wondered at them. Aemond at your side he could not decide who to stare at more you or his sons.

As you placed your sons against your breast and offered yourself to them they latched onto you and began to feed.

Pain, another pain you hissed "no it can't be!...... Aemond take them" he quickly took the boys from your arms as they wailed from their disturbed feed.

"What is it my love?"

"Again! again! there's another!!!"

"Are you sure my beloved??" Questioned Aemond.

"Yes I'm fucking sure!! its my vagina!!!" You snapped.

You writhed and screamed during what was hopefully, the last labour and ignoring your fatigue, at long last you birthed the child. The head followed by the body as Aemond locked eyes with you and fell to his knees.

"What is it? what's wrong?" You pleaded. Then you heard the cry and finally released the breath you had not known you'd been holding.

"Another Prince my dear" called Alicent

And from the floor still on his knees in worship of you and pure disbelief "the three headed dragon" whispered Aemond.

His sons, his dragons! Just like the targaryen sigil.