#boy it better be night shoots and not something else keeping ye up

[anni1309-blog]

kinda thinking about stepbrother felix taking reader to the pub and noticing someone's hitting on her so he gets jealous and takes it out on her later if ykwim hehe

oh I love this, here you go 🎀

felix catton! stepbrother x reader

summary: felix is jealous and takes it out on you

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, dom/sub, mean dom felix, size kink, slight innocence kink, dacryphilia, choking, spanking, slightly toxic felix, creampie

It was an usual saturday night at the pub. or so you thought. farleigh announced that an old friend of his is visiting and joining you tonight.

you were off-limits to everyone of felix's friends. he made sure of that. being your stepbrother, he was already protective by nature, so he would show that you were his with no shame whatsoever. he would never admit to his jealousy when boys where eyeing you too long but he definitely would pull you closer and shoot them a dirty look.

yes tonight was different.

normally you and felix arrive to the pub together, but since studies are getting tougher, he caught up to you during lunch and promised to join a bit later, pressing a soft kiss on your temple moving to place lots of little kisses on your face moving to your jaw and neck making you giggle.

to call your relationship purely sibling hood would be a big understatement. the way you are so close, students usually think that you were a couple. denying feelings for eachother would be futile.

entering the pub, you immediately spotted your and felix's friends including farleigh at your usual spot. smiling you greeted your friends, noticing a new face, you concluded it was farleighs friend.

greeting him, you politely extend your hand with a smile which he took looking you up and down holding your hand quite long, stroking the back of your hand.

"my my, good looks must run in this family, farleigh has told me so much about you, it's a pleasure, my name is marcus.”

his eyes set on you hungrily, giving you a slight shudder feeling a little uneasy in his presence, but choosing to ignore it for now you return a slight forced smile.

while you were chatting, you felt eyes watching you, knowing it was marcus starring. giving him the benefit of the doubt you still ignore the bad feeling, rationalizing it by you just being tense by all the studying that you've been doing.

you decided that a drink would definitely ease your agitation. you excuse yourself to the bar.

the moment you uttered that word marcus almost exclaimed that he would be joining you, attracting some strange looks.

before you could order something marcus barged in ordering two jägerbombs for you and him.

you hesitated "ah that's alright, I wanted to get a-" marcus interrupted you again "no need, this is waaay better and you owe me this one basically, since farleigh didn't tell me that he had such an incredibly hot sister, otherwise we would have met earlier for sure" he sent you a wink making your skin crawl.

chuckling uncomfortably you just stood there in silence looking at your feet. you are so overwhelmed by this situation, not having felix close. since it was also farleighs friend you wanted to stay friendly and polite, but marcus was making that hard for you and you were too shy to say something.

he was chatting on and on about his family's wealth, while you just nodded, wasn't like he was planning to ask you something or letting you talk. what you noticed was that he keep leaning closer and closer, his hand suddenly landing on your thigh alerting your attention.

"what a sweet little thing you are, hm? if we'd met earlier I'd definitely would have had my way with you" he whispered in a low creepy tone in your ear, his hand crept higher. you froze. forgot how to breath.

then you felt a big hand pulling you back slightly, looking back you were never so relieved to see felix. melting into his touch, you looked up to see his face. you've never seen him like this. to anyone else, felix might look normal to them, but you saw his concerned look, glazing back into your eyes, but changed immediately to a look of intense fury when narrowed his eyes at marcus. his jaw was flexing when he extended to introduce himself, knuckles white shaking his hand. it wasn't hard for marcus to be taller than you but felix stood like an intimidating dark shadow over him.

"I was looking everywhere for you sweetheart, are you alright?" felix sat down giving you loving and reassuring gaze while pulling you to sit on is lap gabbing your waist tightly. you were sure that he was having a hard time not losing it right now and punching that guy in his face for touching his girl.

I gave him a slight nod, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers to calm down a bit, not being able to fake it infront of felix, since you were still quite shaky.

marcus gave a condescending snicker "oh you're her step brother righttt, don't worry buddy I took good care of this doll" winking towards you giving your knee a squeeze.

this is what did it for felix. his eyes stared at him dangerously "well 'buddy' I'll tell you what" leaning towards him "if you don't put your disgusting little cubby fingers away from her in 2 seconds, I'm gonna break them off of you, do I make myself clear?" he almost growled.

marcus paled. he tried chuckling it off sheepishly putting his hands away "yeah, no dude, of course, didn't know it was your girl, my bad, I was about to leave anyways" and turned his back returning to the table more quickly.

you let out a breath, calming down immediately, turning to felix and smiling up at him to thank him "thank you-“ but he stopped you grabbing you by the upper arm and dragging you away while muttering "you shouldn't thank me, you'll be sorry for this" while still guiding you towards his dorm.

"wait what, lix this wasn't my fault, he came up to me and then-I" you anxiously tried explaining but he cut you off again stopping pulling you close to him and looking down at you furiously "I don't give a fuck, you could've walked away but no you decided to be a little slut, so now you have to deal with the consequences", you shivered slightly at his harsh tone. tears well up your eyes as felix continued walking down the hallway, his grip tight, you knew he got jealous quickly but this was new. "felix you are hurting me" you sniffed quietly but he ignored you.

he opens the door to his dorm, pulls you inside towards his bed and practically throws you on it. when he saw your tears, he cooed condescending "aww little baby cries now that she behaved like a whore but don't worry I'll give you an according punishment" he took your face in one hand and wipes the tears away while smiling down sardisticly and quickly slaps your face harshly.

shocked by this move, you take your red cheek in your hand, looking down with an ashamed gaze.

"what? you think l'd let this go? letting you flirt with all these disgusting men? just when I leave you alone for once. this will teach you a lesson" he said angrily.

you nodded and so you moved to remove your clothing slowly and resume to climb on the bed to sit on your thighs obediently. this wasn't new of course. felix let his anger out on you once before and he liked you following his rules so this was your way of obeying him. secretly you enjoyed this too as you soiled your thighs with your wet pussy, your nipples erect and cheeks blushed.

felix groaned at this sight. "well at least you are good for something, what a good little whore" he inhaled deeply as he removed his pants and underwear. so you instinctively moved closer to him to make him feel good. you reach out but felix slapped your hand away "no way, you don't get to touch me, this is your punishment remember?" you whine desperately as he spat in his hand starting to stroke his already hard big cock from base to tip, precum already oozing out as he gripped it tightly looking down at your body, groaning lowly.

feeling super needy at this sight you turn your heal to your sleek pussy to give it some relief, as you whined more and more. but felix noticed this instantly. he grabbed your waist turned onto you towards the end of the bed and spun you around, so your ass was presented to him. felix spoke harshly "you don't get anything tonight, no touching and of course not touching yourself." his hands landed on your ass cheeks "you're gonna count all my spanks, and if you're missing one we're starting over again" he promised darkly.

his first spank was so hard and fast that the sound jumped off the walls. you didn't expect it to hurt so much but also giving so much pleasure so you moan out a shaky 'one’. the other ones were equally as harsh till your ass cheeks were all red and bruised. he put his large hand on your cheek to finally take one in his hand massaging it tightly as he chuckled "what a dirty little thing, you enjoy this don't you? you enjoy when your big brother is putting you into place hm?" he moves forward to my face taking my cheeks in his hand squeezing till my lips puckered and placed a soft kiss on them.

you softened as your glossy eyes looked at him in desperation for some relief. he let out a patronizing snicker as he put his fingers between your legs letting them move easily through your puffy lips "fuck you're wet, someone's eager huh, I'm gonna take it out on you now and you will take it, won't you? you are my good girl after all." you wiggle backwards trying to get more friction crying out moans.

felix harshly put a hand on your throat holding you down firmly, restricting your blood flow making you dizzy as he spoke with a growl "no no, you're just gonna lay here pretty, and I'm gonna fuck you till I'm satisfied" he let go of your neck and you nodded obediently.

he took his hard cock to finally place it on your pussy and teasing your hole making hot tears fall from your face sobbing silently "please lix, I need it." he ignored you, stroking his cock through your wet folds, hardening further seeing your tears.

with one strong trust he rammed himself through your tight hole not going slowly for you, as he is so big and girthy he immediately hit your cervix going in balls deep as you felt them slapping against your pussy. you moan and mewl, he was stretching you out deliciously it almost hurt.

“stoo much lix, you’re so big I-“ you blabber out feeling overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness.

“I know y’can, your tiny hole is throbbing so much begging to be fucked, that’s what you wanted hm?” he hummed, looking down at your heat brushing his fingers over it , gritting his teeth he muttered “fuck you’re so tight.”

his pace was aggressivly fast to say the least. every time you would tell him to slow down, he'd only go faster, pounding into you, laughing breathlessly at your whines and the tears on your cheeks.

felix tugs your hair to force you to look up at him pushing you with each hard thrust deeper into the mattress and whispers in your ear.

"what would marcus think? seeing you like this? what would he think? would he still want your slutty little pussy knowing l've been inside it? knowing I owe you? knowing that l've cum so deep inside you? completely ruining you for you for anyone else huh? he could never satisfy you the way I can.”

you whimper at his words your cunt contracting around him, resulting into him rutting and forcing his cock even faster and deeper into you, groaning deeply.

"lix I can- can't" you stutter out, your mind completely empty and clouded by pleasure and feeling his dick so deep, you could feel it in your stomach. your head is buried in the pillows as your back arches and you swallow him deeper. you're utterly wrecked.

"you can. and you will" his pace becoming more sloppy as he ruts feral inside of you, as he uses you to to his own pleasure.

"please lix let me cum" you let out a high pitch moan

"and I need your cum please" you start to beg desperately to finish as you start to feel this familiar knot in your stomach.

he grips your throat and pulls you up tighter until you're wholeheartedly cut off from your air supply. "such a good girl for begging, maybe I'll give you just that" he says panting his orgasm close, as he puts his thumb on your clit pushing it harshly. "cum for me" he commands.

this was it for you as you started to see white and clamp and squeeze tight around him pulling your thighs together as this big wave of pleasure overcame you.

this reaction triggered his climax so he gave you one last really strong thrust as he let out an animalistic groan, his hips stutter against yours and you feel him twitch inside you and his cum coating your insides, making you feel so full and satisfied.

he stayed inside as he leaned forward and whispered, caressing your hair.

"remember you belong to me and only me."

aftercare in the next one <3

[goosewriting]

📮 You got mail!

Welcome back to requests!! Hope you’ve been doing well-!! may I request reader that does biscuits on Hobie? Like what would his reaction be? They’re human, but when they hug something or someone they’re close to their hands turn into fists and kinda knead/tap the persons back or wherever their hands are in the hug. I’m okay if you add anything else here, can be in any format you like :^D

💌 -BVA🐰🎟️

biscuits.

summary: reader “doing biscuits” on hobie.

relationship: Hobie Brown x GN reader

warnings: none, pure fluff!

word count: ~550 

A/N: BV anon my beloved<3 this request was so cute, thank you! by no means do i know how to write hobie’s accent so i hope i still made our boi justice :’D 

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

As you wake up, you keep your eyes closed for just a moment longer, enjoying the warmth of your bed. Taking a deep breath and stretching your limbs, you blink a couple of times to get the sleep out of your eyes. Your gaze falls onto the figure next to you and you smile to yourself.

Hobie stayed over after movie night, and you just stay there for a couple of seconds, watching his back steadily rising and falling with each breath. Overflowing with affection, and with your brain still partially fogged by sleep and lazy cosiness, you scoot closer to your boyfriend and start massaging his back. 

First you draw indecipherable figures, your fingertips warm against his bare back. Then you use the ball of your hands to gently knead him, like a cat would. The thought makes you smile, knowing full well that if you could purr right now, you probably would. 

Suddenly, the skin under your hands vibrates slightly as Hobie’s deep chuckle resonates through him. You pull back quickly, heat prickling at your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you apologise with a sheepish smile, and Hobie shoots you a sleepy glance over his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He smiles, turning away again and shuffling a bit to get comfy, arching his back towards you ever so slightly.

“Good morning to you too,” he says through a yawn. “Don’t stop. ‘S nice.”

“O-oh, okay,” you respond, and get back to work. You’re not really sure what you’re doing, and there’s no pattern to follow, but through his grunts and hums, you try to figure out what he seems to like, and adjust your pressure and direction accordingly.

“So,” Hobie says after a few moments. “What’re you baking?”

Your hands stop their motions for a second as your brows crease together in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, resuming your massaging.

“Well, you’re kneading me like dough, so you better be making something delicious.”

You laugh and warmth spreads through your chest, both at his comment as well at the fact that he’s playing along.

“Hmm, yes. There’s a busy day ahead,” you say in a serious tone, emphasising every word with a kneading motion. “Pizza, cinnamon rolls, biscuits.”

Then a thought occurs to you, and even though he can’t see you, Hobie can hear your smile in your voice, no matter how hard you try to bite it back.

“So many biscuits,” you go on. “Hobie biscuits. Hobiscuits, if you will. Spiderscones, some would say.”

Hobie snorts, then turns around to face you and hugs you to him. He’s impossibly warm, and you unabashedly snuggle into his chest.

“Now I’m hungry,” he states. “Maybe we can do some actual baking today? I’m craving some sort of pastry with all this dough talk.”

“Yeah, me too,” you reply. “Good thing I got my biscuit right here.” 

Before he can give you a warning “Oi!” you give his shoulder a loving nip, making an exaggerated biting sound, and climb off the bed, quickly slipping from his attempt to hold you. 

“C’mon, breakfast ain’t gonna bake itself!” you tell him standing at the end of the bed. 

“Oh, it is on,” Hobie smirks, and you laugh as you skidaddle into the kitchen, with your boyfriend hot on your trail, eager to unleash a tickle attack on you.

~~~~~

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[penguinbuttcheeks]

going to a rave with the 141 boys

A/N: can u tell im excited for my upcoming rave bender? the next few weekends are gonna be intense and i’m here for it

cw: alcohol, casual drug use

ghost

- let’s be real, he would never actually agree to go to a rave with you. the closest you’ll ever get to taking him out to something similar is a bar, and it’s going to be the usual dingy one near base. he rarely even goes to that one unless it’s for celebrations or he wants to brood solo with some liquid luck by his side

- in the highly unlikely instance you do manage to bring him, he surprisingly fits in - visually at least

- his balaclava and simple compression shirt that he’s worn seems to be the vibe of everyone else, just very toned down. maybe he’s a casual raver, not too keen on dressing up like everyone else is what passer-by’s think

- not that anyone’s really paying attention, they’re all either tripping balls, high off their faces on MD or too busy feeling the music to care

- ghost is definitely feeling out of his element

- so many shirtless, sweaty men doing ‘ridiculous’ dances and women in skimpy outfits that flash all sorts of bright colours

- you’ve definitely dressed up for the occasion.

- ghost is absolutely floored when he sees what you’re wearing for the first time

- “what the fuck are you wearing”

- definitely acts more like a body guard than a rave buddy. everyone is so intoxicated. he’s on high alert the whole time, keeping a keen eye on you while you lose yourself to the sensations of the music rumbling deep in your bones and the feeling of bodies brushing up against you by the stage where the dj continues to do their thing

- you’re probably not even close to the stage, you’re further back where there’s less people and simon actually has the space to be able to breathe

- it doesn’t matter though, you’re still having a blast and dancing away to your hearts content

- ghost definitely can’t help watching the way you move your body, trying his best not to seem creepy, but you seem so in your element - it’s almost like watching you in the shooting range. you’re so lost in focus

- it’s hot as hell

- even if he thinks the way you’re dancing looks absolutely ridiculous, you’re confident and he finds it deeply attractive

- “don’t ever bring me to one of those again”

soap

- probably the most on board out of everyone to join

- you guys absolutely sat in your room together while you did your makeup and dolled yourself up

- “oi lad/lass, can ye put some o’ that on me?”

- soap gives you the biggest shit eating grin when you pull out a small baggie of pills to get the both of you through the night. you better pray there’s no upcoming standard military drug tests

- you are definitely going to be the one babysitting the entire time

- you almost lose him several times and the only reason you were able to find him again was because you heard loud scottish yelling

- arriving for the first time, soap can’t help but let out a low whistle. “fuckin’ ‘ell”

- tries to mimic the way you and the people around him are dancing but can’t for the life of him figure out how tf you’re all moving your bodies so quickly and fluently to the rapid beat of the music

- almost falls on his face trying the first time

- you’ve got him dressed up in the sluttiest, most ridiculous outfit that you think you’ll ever see him in. it’s definitely caught the attention of a few people around you

- god he’s so cocky when he realises he’s popular amongst the crowd with all the men and the ladies

- it may be boosting his ego but don’t worry. he’s only got his sights set on you

- speaking of sights set, soap can’t stop staring at you. you’re wearing the most revealing outfit ever seen and he swears then and there that he’s going to marry you

- he knew that he wanted to make you his, but tonight definitely sets that in stone

- the following weeks, you’re getting amused grins and eye rolls from your teammates (ghost is absolutely the one rolling his eyes)

- soap had secretly snagged a video of you dancing to your hearts content and made a point to make sure everyone bears witness to it

- when you find out, soap is sulking in the rec room with a bag of frozen peas pressed against his head, sulking like a kicked puppy

- oh well, at least he managed to hide one video of you after forcing him to delete them all

gaz

- it’s not his scene, but god he’s curious

- agrees to tag along with you, and boy is he glad he did

- his eyes are all over you the entire night. he just can’t help it when you’ve prettied yourself up so good

- “you look stunning, love”

- he’s content to just watch you truly be yourself, mingling and swapping bracelets with strangers and drunkenly stumbling around the place with a joyous laugh leaving your lips

- definitely would need occasional moments away from the crowds to allow him the space to gather his thoughts

- soap is probably there with the both of you tbh. it was originally a trio outing, but soap has run off to do his own thing

- don’t worry, gaz is here to watch over you and make sure you’re safe

- he takes it upon himself be be the sober one

- besides, he wants to remember the way you sway your hips to the beat and drag your fingers through your hair

- can’t help the slight pang of jealousy when he sees you dancing with another man, his eyes raking over your body and his hands reaching out to touch you

- “move along buddy”

- gaz is quick to pull you next to him, a steely glare directed at the man as he pulls you in to his side, your wide, surprised eyes looking up at gaz

- gaz isn’t usually one to be overprotective or jealous, but god is it hot when you bear witness to it for the first time

- absolutely chews soap out on the way home for stranding them amongst the hundreds of people at the rave

- you’re sleeping soundly - a small, drunken yet content smile on your face as your head rests on gaz’s shoulder in the cab home

- gaz can’t help but smile at you softly, hand reaching up to brush your hair out of your eyes as you rest

- he definitely stood out like a sore thumb at the rave, but it definitely won’t be the last one he’s attending. how could it be? you were such a delight to watch

- tonight will definitely be replaying in his mind for the following weeks to come

price

- you would lose your job so quickly if you ever brought price along to a rave

- occupation aside, unless you have the luck to win the lottery - price is probably also not joining you

- the poor bastard is not big on crowds, especially amongst so many young adults that are so intoxicated on more than just alcohol

- he’s not the oldest there, far from it, but his time serving in the military has made him feel detached from popular trends and the normalcy of civilian lifestyles

- you probably end up leaving early. the loud music gives him a headache, and god - do people actually listen to this?

- “don’t you dare take that shot”

- you definitely downed it after giving him an evil smirk

- the entire night is spent on the sidelines of the dance floor. there is no way that price is dealing with that many people pushing up against him while also dealing with the pounding in his head

- bitching and moaning aside, price is glad to see you letting lose and enjoying yourself instead of burying yourself in work and training

- you’re a hard worker, he knows you deserve this chance to cast aside the burdens of your occupation

- he’d never admit it, but he was glad to get off base (even if it was at an event he would never willingly go to on his own accord)

- he’s standing a few metres to the side, hands in his pockets and chuckling, shaking his head in amusement as you dance away in your own little world while he sips on a beer

- he’s discrete about it, but his eyes slowly travel over your body when your eyes are closed and you’re too lost to the beat of the rhythm - body coated in light layer of sweat, skin gleaming an assortment of colours as the lights bounce off your body

- he feels bad when he says he need to get the hell out of there, but his heart melts a little when you’re nothing but understanding

- he would never admit it, but it wasn’t the worst night of his life

- he got to see a new side of you that he never expected to see

- walks past the training room a few weeks later where you’re busy training. it’s late and everyone has retired for the night, but you’re gunning it on the treadmill, the same music the two of you listened to that night out playing from your bluetooth speaker

- he can’t help but think back to the way you moved your body so seamlessly to the harsh beat of each melody

- it’s ingrained permanently in his memories. it’s altered his brain completely

- he treasures it like an overprotective dragon does with its hoard of glittering gems and gold. what he saw that night was for him to see and him alone. the 141 boys have no idea what they’re missing out on

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?

kaiser as your shitty university roommate

gender neutral reader

Kaiser’s reputation precedes him quite a bit. It was entirely Noa’s idea to force him to enroll into university, so that he could learn to “properly interact with other kids his age” rather than ripping into them whenever Kaiser felt like it. And with him already being a world-renowned soccer star, he instantly catapults himself as a school celebrity of sorts the very moment he’s enrolled. Everybody fawns over the New Generation World Eleven striker that had crash landed on your university campus, eager to get to know him and claim their stake at short-lived popularity and fame through him. Of course, it’s your luck that you’d somehow end up being assigned to him as your roommate through the school’s random roommate assignment.

Kaiser genuinely thought it would be a piece of cake to win you over—practically everybody at school is head-over-heels for him! But he’s such a shitty roommate, you can’t see him as anything except a conceited, spoiled brat that can’t even wipe his own ass. You’re sick of being greeted with a sink filled with dirty classes, filthy cleats dumped on your common area floor, the toilet seat being left up, and his sweaty jerseys draped over the couch. As if to add insult to injury, Kaiser insists that you be grateful to room with him—as if you’re not the one that has to put up with his godforsaken living habits.

Your hatred quickly morphs into apathy as you give up dealing with him and pretends as if he doesn’t exist. It throws Kaiser for the biggest loop ever. He pretends it doesn’t bother him. Why should your attention matter when he could easily bag the hottest person in school or get invited to the most exclusive parties? But something about you giving him the cold shoulder or even refusing to greet him “good morning” as you storm to class has him squirming and antsy, and he becomes increasingly more desperate to get you to let go of your nonchalance. He tries being more obnoxious at first, shooting you a cheeky smirk as he drags his latest hook-up into your shared dorm, only for it to backfire when you pack up your things and leave a note telling him that you’re going to crash at a friend’s place instead if he doesn’t get his shit together.

It’s a horrendous wake up call for the prodigy. At first he shrugs it off. You’re his roommate that nobody knows about; isn’t it better to have the dorm all to himself? But Kaiser instantly grows lonely. He can’t annoy you in the mornings before your lectures, and he can’t steal the snacks out of your fridge if you’re not there. Even the fact that your toothbrush isn’t propped up against his in the shared bathroom makes the boy’s heart pang with need, and the once crowded dorm seems so terribly big now that it’s just him in it. The breaking point comes for him when you ignore him outside in public too: he eagerly bounds up to you after class one day to smooth things over, only to have you completely brush him aside. 

He wants to win your trust over so badly that everyone else notices his strange behavior too. The arrogant emperor of the school starts getting on his knees to help clean up around the dorm and carries his weight, and as if to apologize, Kaiser brings home pretty gifts and offers to cook you your meals. He doesn’t know where along the line he’s fallen so badly, but it drives him insane to know that the one person who isn’t flattered by his ridiculous titles or even his wealth is the one person he wants so badly. He slowly ignores the catcalls and invitations from his groupies to spend more time with you: proposing movie nights as a sign of goodwill, walking you to class, and even volunteering to clean the bathroom unprompted.

Once the threat of you moving out is removed though, Kaiser still keeps his cheeky behavior. You could be cooking your dinner, and he’ll sneak up from behind to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head wherever he can. And when you yelp and scold him, he’ll smirk and comment about how he loves the domesticity! It’s like the two of you are a married couple, except instead of you blushing and giving in, you’ll simply smack him with a wooden spoon and tell him to do the homework he’s been putting off for months. Not that it matters to him—Kaiser will just stick his tongue out and giggle about how you’ll “come around” soon enough.

Kaiser’s painfully aware that he’s been lacking severely in the “good roommate” department, but he’ll do his very best to make up for it by being the world’s best boyfriend! He’s determined to have you in his life in some way, and even though his time at the university’s limited, he’ll follow after you like he’s attached to your hip. It’s such a power rush, knowing that THE Michael Kaiser would do anything at your beck-and-call, and with every passing day that you start trusting him again, Kaiser can’t wait for the day when you progress from being his thorny roommate to his one and only darling. He firmly believes your place isn’t at an arm’s length, confined to the awkward acquaintance of sharing a dorm, as much as it is as his significant other, held close to his heart.

“Awwww, is the dorm too cramped for the two of us? You know, if you married me, that wouldn’t be a problem! C’mon, I have the paycheck for it. We’ll get hitched, and I’ll buy the biggest house on the block for us to share! Ah, but we have to share a bedroom if we do that though! A little give-and-take is only fair, don’t you think?”

x

[verdemoun]

I love the idea of colm coming back but instead of hosea shooting him, he holds him at gunpoint and forces him to personally apologize to kieran

In most Kieran lives au, yes. Or even letting Kieran come with him and have some agency in making the world a better, Colm-free place. The idea of Hosea passing Kieran the gun and letting him have the option to shoot Colm ala Grimshaw with Tilly and the Foremans? Delicious. Seeing Kieran be able to lose his shit and Sadie Adler the O'Driscolls while also proving he's more than a stable boy? Fantastic.

But specifically in timewarp, killing Colm on Kieran's behalf was Hosea's apology. Hosea could have, and should have, killed Colm sooner knowing what Colm was capable of. Hosea is an outlaw and readily capable of murder! It's regularly reinforced about his character, can has and will kill a bitch as much as he is a conman.

Yes it probably would have just created another Colm, the same way killing Colm's brother lead to the death of Annabelle and possibly Colm's rise to power in his own gang - but they let their guard down, they made a mistake and Kieran paid for it without anyone other than Mary-Beth and Ms Grimshaw showing any concern as to where he was.

They should have known because Kieran had never left camp without someone else before. To vanish for days? They should have done something and as another person regularly around camp, Hosea absolutely felt guilt for not realizing. He was the only one who kneeled beside Kieran's body, just defeated and guilt ridden. He carried Kieran's head so it would be buried with the rest of him. Kieran's death absolutely fucked him up and it was the guilt, the horror of knowing he did nothing while someone he could have considered one of his sons was tortured.

Look at him. Look at that distraught, broken man. He was shattered. It could just be the husky squeak of his voice, but it cracks as he calls Ms Grimshaw to clean up.

Going out one night, taking out the O'Driscolls and coming back to show Kieran evidence that Colm was taken care of? It was 'I'm sorry I didn't keep you safe then, but I will do anything to make sure you are safe now'.

Also, an extorted apology from Colm would mean nothing. True satisfaction, true assurance Colm suffered as much as he made them suffer, is the closest thing a victim of the O'Driscolls can get. And damn straight Hosea made sure that Colm felt the exact same terror he felt on the gallows, that realization that there was no escape, that he wasn't conning his way of Hosea pulling the trigger, and you could still see that expression on his corpse.

[ironmandeficiency]

modern lotr character headcanons

characters included: aragorn, boromir, gimli, legolas, pippin, merry, frodo, sam, arwen, eomer, eowyn

word count: 745

summary: random thoughts abt lotr characters if they lived in modern times

a/n: this is literally just silly shit, enjoy

boromir listens to old country (conway twitty, george jones, loretta lynn, etc.) and does not tolerate anyone insulting the opry legends

he also listens to divorced dad rock (hinder, nickelback, theory of a dead man, etc.) which gimli will sometimes jam to as well

gimli lovingly maintains an old-as-dirt bench seat ford truck despite there almost constantly being something wrong with it. ignores legolas’s badgering about him getting something more reliable

obviously legolas drives a hybrid and he almost acts as if this fact makes him better than gimli (not in a dickish way, though)

horse girl aragorn.

frodo is the epitome of shy emo boy with the black skinny jeans & death cab for cutie playing in his air pods

merry is the golden retriever in the “golden retriever in love with the black cat” trope 

aragorn and arwen host game nights and various other parties for their friends, but neither of them can cook so they just order delivery (or sam hijacks their kitchen for the hours before)

pippin has a large follower base on social media bc of his drinking songs and other inebriated antics that are usually recorded by whoever happens to be with him that night. usually it’s eowyn & merry, and the three of them will shake some major ass to megan thee stallion

sam goes to open mic nights at local coffee shops to people watch. he will never perform himself, but it’s nice to watch people he knows do their thing

eomer accidentally goes viral on tiktok when eowyn records him doing some dumb shit. never lives it down

the amount of joy gimli gets from going to rage rooms is almost alarming

arwen has a very thorough skin care regimen that she introduces to aragorn, and it becomes a sweet nightly routine for the two of them

eowyn & eomer don’t allow anyone to talk shit about or annoy the other bc that’s their job fuck you very much

frodo has a shitty immune system but sam’s homemade soups seem to always heal from the soul outward

sam is the little spoon favored by the resident neurodivergent

frodo is the resident neurodivergent

yes they’re dating

arwen is always the dd

when it comes to birthdays, don’t ask boromir to remember anyone but faramir’s. hell, he forgets his own birthday sometimes

legolas is the best at remembering the birthdays of his friends but forgets his own

they have to remind each other of their own birthdays when that time of year comes around

merry is always the favorite audience member at a drag show

arwen & eowyn never dress like they’re going to the same place when they hang out

gimli says southern grandpa idioms unironically — “as useless as a screen door on a submarine”, “higher than eagle titties”, “busier than a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest”, you get the idea. merry keeps a running tab of said quotes

boromir is the “we’re not getting a dog” dad. said dog ends up being his best friend & the sole inheritor in his will, fuck them kids

aragorn & gimli have their own moonshine still they think is perfectly hidden from everyone

that does not include merry & pippin, who are booze bloodhounds and immediately knew where to find it but swore to secrecy as long as they got more than everyone else

frodo sips fruity little drinks because he can’t shoot whiskey

sam can drink in the way only a divorced middle-age man can despite not being a divorced middle-aged man

eowyn cannot drive for shit & the several dents on her car prove it. the only reason her insurance hasn’t gone up astronomically is because she just. doesn’t report any of it

said car has a fuck ton of bumper stickers with all sorts of silly things

gimli can’t ride a bike AT ALL but has a motorcycle, make it make sense

he goes on bike rides with eomer when they have the time & the weather is nice

merry & pippin are two halves of a whole idiot at every given moment

eomer LOVES 90s and 00s country music but is kinda picky about newer country (he is a massive fan of cody johnson but will throw you through a wall if you talk about morgan wallen in his presence)

arwen dances in the rain & literally never gets sick from it. merry is insanely jealous of this fact

frodo’s favorite video game is animal crossing: new horizons & has very sound opinions on what villagers are the best (fuck you, rodney)

[sakiblack]

The moon and the sun ep2.

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Neteyam x reader

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Words writen like this are spoken in navi

Riti(moon)

It was the next morning,i just woke up from a 9 hours of sleep.I must say it was a good rest for my   body and mind.It wasent long before Loak came into the tent probably from his morning walk. He looked at me with happy eyes a lot more defferent then last night as he asked me if i wanna go out epxplore with him Kiri and Spider. I didnt have anything else in plan so i said yes

It didnt take us long before we were jumping on vines from where i could see the forest.

-Go monkey boy!

Said Kiri as she was happily jumping.

Tuk:Guys wait up!

Said Tuk trying to keep up with us.

Loak:COME ON YOU WE DONT HAVE THE WHOLE DAY.

 As we all made our way to the forest Loak was the first one followed by Spider Kiri me and Tuk.

Loak:Tuk  keep up

Tuk:Ok ok

Spider:Bro why did you bring her anyways?

Loak:She is such a cry baby,im telling ,i will tell mom if you dont let me come.Plus y/n wanted her to come as well so i could not do anything about it cus if i did Neteyam would probably kill me.

Kiri:Dont pick on her

She said as Tuk  showed her tongue to Loak.

Loak:Whatever.Lets just keep going.

 We were walking for some time until we came to a  destroyed helicopter gunship that was cowered by vines.

Loak:Come on guys.

Tuk:Are there any dead bodys up there?

Asked Tuk with curiosity in her voice

Loak:No i cant see  any

y/n:Hey where did Kiri go?

Loak:Im not sure

He replyed still loking at the helicopter gunship

Spider:I will go look for her

 A few minutes later we were walking as we were now looking for Kiri and Spider

Tuk:Kiri!

Loak:Kiri,Spider

Y/n:Hire you two are

I said as i saw Kiri and Spider sitting on  grass

Tuk:Kiri we have to get back

Tuk said as Kiri and Spider walked to us.We were making our way back home as Loak saw something on the ground. Footprints

Kiri:What is it?

I could hear annoyance in her voice

Loak:That is way to big for a human.

Said Loak as we were all now looking at the footprints

Spider:Avatars?

Loak:Maybe,but they for sure arent ours.

Replied Loak as him and Spider started to follow the footprints

Kiri:What are you doing?

Loak:SHHH im tracking

y/n:If you call that tracking my Ikran is a tree.

I said rolling my eyes as  we all started to follow Loak.We were walking for about 1 minute as we saw some avatars walking around

Kiri:We are never soposed to come hire.Dad is going to ground you

Loak:shh can you stop

Kiri:For life

She finished .

Loak:Bro you got to look at this,lets go

Loak told Spider as they started to go closer to the avatars

y/n:Loak get back hire

Loak:shh  its all ok

 I was left with Kiri and Tuk.Kiri was looking at the two as Tuk was now hugging me. I tryied my best to make feel better by hugging her back but i dont think it worked.Soon Loak and Spider came back as Loak told us he will call dad, to tell him about the avatars

Loak:Dad dad can you hear me?

Jake:Yes i can what is it?

Loak:I got my eyes on some guys they look like avatars but they arent ours,there is about 6 of them over.

Jake:Where are you?

Asked Jake worry in his voice

Loak:Um we are at the old shag

Jake:Who is we?

Loak:Me,Spider,Kiri,y/n… and Tuk

Jake:…Son you  listening to me very clearly. Retreat as fast as you can and dont make a sound.Got it?

Loak:Got it we are moving out

Loak told Jake as we started to go back

Kiri:I told you

Kiri:Your going to be in so much trouble.

Loak:Kiri stop.

Spider:Guys come on

Tuk:Its almost eclipse come on.

Just as she said that i could hear her scream.As i looked at her i could see one of the avatars grabbed her

y/n:TUK!

I yelled,as Spider and Loak pointed theyer bows at the avatars

:Put it down!Put it down or i will  shoot you!

Yelled one of the avatars as the others aimed the guns at us

Loak:Put it down Spider

Said Loak as spider looked at him and did as he said.Just as he did that the avatars ran to us and grabbed our arms

y/n:Be calm,calm

I said in a calm voice,looking at Tuk .Just then 2 more man came to us

:What have we hire?

Asked one of the 2 man as he looked at all of us and then at Loak

:Hey colonel check it out 5 fingers,we have a half-breed.

:Show me your fingers

Said the man /that i now assumed was the leader/ as he walked to Loak.Loak looked at him and showed him the middle finger.If it was another situation it would be funny to me but now i just hoped its not ganna make the man angry

:Heh youre his arent you?

Said the man as Loak hissed at him

:Youre his all right.

Said the man with a smile on his face as he grabbed Loaks braid

:Where is he?

Loak:Sorry i dont speak English…..to buttholes.

:Where is your father!?

Asked the man now anger in his voice as he pulled Loaks braid even tighter.That made Loak hiss even more

:Really? You wanna play it this way?

The man said as he pulled out a knife

Kiri:Stop!

y/n:Leave him alone!

I yealled at the mad with anger in my voice.As i said that the man pushed Loak to the ground as he walked to me

Spider:No!Stop!Hey HEY DONT TOUCH HER

Loak:Please dont hurt her!

Said Loak as the man looked at Spider

:What is your name kid?

Spider:Spider…..Socorro

:Miles?

Asked the man as he gived the man that was holding Spider a sign to let Spider go

Spider:Nobody calls me that

Quaritc:Well ill be damned.Well i figured they sented you back to Earth.

Spider:They cant put babys in cryo dipshit

Now i think i know what is happening,that is Spiders dad,but now he was in an avatar. The man was looking at Spider for a little longer then got up and signed to the man behinde Spider to grab him again.

Quaritc :Iron sky, blue one ,actual

He said as he started to talk to someone telling them he has some prisoners.Im guessing they are us

Kiri:Let us go

Said Kiri as they started to pull us back to the shag.As we came back the avatars pushed us down to the ground as they started to tie us.I was thrown to the ground next to loak

I could see the leader and another man watching something but i could not see what it was.We were there for some time,we could not talk but i still did my best to give Tuk reassuring looks.Soon it was dark and they all pulled us back up and we were now waiting for who ever the leader was talking to some time back.That is who THEY were waiting for,we were waiting for Jake and Neytiri.It started to rain as we were now standing in darknes,the only light were the flowers around us

:Blue one,stand by ready.We are 3 minutes out.

I could hear a womens voice come out of the thing on the leaders neck

Quaritc :Heads up,3 minutes.

I was trying to think about how to get us out,if the back up will come before Neytiri and Jake as i heard a sound.It sounded like an animal but i know it was not an animal.It wasNeytiri.Her call that only we know.And there it is again.As the sound was heared again me,Tuk,Kiri,Loak and Spider all looked around.Now we all knew whu it was.And again third time.I was standing still waiting for my time to bite the hand that was holding me.Just as i was thinking that the man holding Kiri and Spider was shot

Quaritc :CONTACT REAR!

He yelled as they started to shot in the direction the arrow was shot from

Neytiri:Loak!

That made Loak pulled one of smoke bombs from the avatar that was next to Loak.That made me and Tuk bite the hand from the avatar that was holding us

Tuk:Loak!

Yealled Tuk as she ran to him and i did the same

Loak:Tuk,y/n come on.Go,go,go!

He said as we all started to run.We were running for what seemed like forever. I wanted to turn back to see if Kiri and Spider made it out but i was to scared of seeing another avatar.

Loak:Go,go,go.Come on.Lets go

Said Loak to Tuk as he was running right next to her.When out of nowhere Jake and Nateyam jumped out.That scared me and made me scream but as soon as i saw it was them the fear went away

Tuk:Dad!

Jake:You hurt?

He asked her as he looked  up and down looking for any wounds

My eyes were full of tears and i only now noticed that.

Neteyam:Y/n are you okay?

I glanced at him as i finaly leted the tears fall down my face. I nooded my head as i hugged him.

Neteyam:Its okay.

Said Nateyam as he hugged me. We could see the helicopter as it took of flying.Just then mom and Kiri cam out of some bushes

Tuk:Mom!

Neytiri:Tuk

Neytiri said as Tuk jumped into her arms.

Jake:Its ok.We are all ok

Jake said reassuring all of us

Neytiri:Oh thank you great mother.Thank you.

She said as she smiled at me happy i was safe as well.

Loak:Where is Spider

Asked Loak.Kirri looked him with tears in her eyes

Kiri:They took him.They took him

Said kiri her voice sad and broken

y/n:Kiri.

I whispered as i walked to her and before i could say anything else she hugged me tightly.

Jake:Okay.Its okay baby girl.He is a tough kid.All right.Shhh shh

Jake said petting her head.

Jake:He is going to be okay.We are all ganna be okay.

 Loak:Hey hey dont cry.You know that he can kick their ass right?

Loak said trying his best to make Kiri smile as she leted me go.I was just looking at the ground as the rain was now heavyer then before.I felt a hand on my shoulder again but this time i did not do anything to make it go away.Then there was another hand on my other shoulder.And then the hands hugged me from behind and someone rested their head on my shoulder.

Neteyam:He is gonna be safe.Trust me…….You do trust me do you not?

I looked at his face and nodded.

To say the truth i wasent so sure but i wanted to belive it. Out of everyone i know he was the closest to a brother i had. I just hope they wont hurt him.

Jake:Okay we are going back.

Jake said as he looked at all of us.

Neytiri:I will take Tuk and Kiri.

Jake:Good. Loak your with Neteyam.

Neteyam:Sir.I would like to take y/n.

Neteyam said as he looked at me.

Jake:Neteyam…

Jake:Fine fine.Loak your ganna come with me.

Said Jake as he turned around and started to walk to the ikrans.

Jake:Lets go.

I looked up at Neteyam standing right infront of me.

 Neteyam: Riti.Lets go.

He said as he handed me his hand.I looked at the big hand for what felt like years till i finaly took it and started to walk with him.

He didnt say a word till we got to the ikrans.Noone really did.The only sounds that i could hear was Kiris soft cries, the ikrans and the night life.It was calming.Too much calming for tonight.

Jake got on his ikran as Loak climed on as well.Neytiri,Tuk and Kiri did the same as the only ones on the ground was me and Neteyam.He followed their moves as he too was soon on his ikran looking down at me handing me his hand to pull me up.I took his hand and took a seat in front of him.

He puted one hand around my waist as the other holded on to the saddle.Jake was the first one to take off followed by Neytiri and then us.

The way back home was just as silent as the walk before.Noone said anything.Not even Neteyam.Im guessing he didnt know what to tell me.I understand that.Only thing he did was that sometims he petted my waist as he was still holding on to me.My hands were placed on the saddle next to his own hand.

Soon we came back to the hide out.

Jake:Kids go to your grandmother .

Said Jake as we all landed and got off the ikrans.Neteyam helped my off as we all made our way to Mo'ats tent.

Mo'at:Children what happened? Where were you all?

Mo'at asked as we entered her tent.For some time noone answered until Neteyam broke the ice.He explained everything that happened as i walked to  a corner and took a seat on the ground.Kiri,Loak and Tuk did the same as Kiri started to look for wounds on Tuk and Loak was just looking at the air.

As Neteyam explained everything i noticed a small pot with blue liquid inside.The blue liquid Spider always used.It made me smile as i remembered he always said it made him feel more like a navi.

As i looked around to see me , Loak,Neteyam and Mo'at were the only ones in the tent.Kiri and Tuk must have left.

Neteyam:Come on we should go.

He said as we all got up and started to walk out of the tent.But not beffore saying good bye to Mo'at of course.

We walked to the tent they all lived in as we saw Kiri and Tuk listening to something.

Loak:Whats going on?

Asked Loak as we walked to Kiri and Tuk as Kiri shushed Loak.

I walked to Tuk and kneeled down next to her as Neteyam and Loak did the same.

Neytiri: This is our family.This is our home!

Jake: This is about our family.This is about our little ones.

I puted my face down on the ground to see through the small hole like Tuk.

Neytiri: I cannot,you cannot  ask this.I cannot leave my people.I will not.

Jake: He is hunting us.He is targeting our family.

Neytiri: You cannot ask this!The children.Everything they have ever known.The forest.This is our home!

Jake: He had our children.He had them under his knife!

I saw Neytiri grab her bow.She always told us stories about her father.How he gived her the bow to protect the people.

Neytiri: My father gave me this bow as he lay dying .And he said protect the people.You are Toruk Makto!

Yelled Neytiri as she was now crying

Jake: This will protect the people!Quaritch has Spider and that kid knows everything and he can lead them right in here.If the people harbor us they will die.Do you understand.Look i got nothing.I got no plan..But i can protect this family.That i can do.I know one thing.Wherever we go…This family is our fortress.

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And hire we all were. Crowded by the navi in our clan waiting to soon not be a part of this clan…and the forest.This is like someone puted stones in my heart.Jake is no longer tha clan leader.

Tarsem is wise for his years.At least thats what Jake said.

I was standing next to Neytiri as Tarsem was becoming the new leader.I could not help but feel tears in my eyes.

Toruk Makto will disappear and the people will be save….

[onstrangerthighs]

The Ugly Truth

Despite wishing her mother good night thirty minutes ago, Nancy’s eyes refuse to shut. Whenever she starts to drift off, she sees Barb crawling out from underground to blame her for what happened that night. Nancy would argue her case, but there’s no defense. She failed her friend. Barb hadn’t even wanted to go along in the first place! 

I’m going insane just lying here. Maybe some warm milk will calm me down.

She passes the bathroom on the way to the stairs. Mom’s not in the tub? I didn’t hear the water go off. Huh. 

The front door is open, and there’s the boy from Tina’s party who came speeding into Hawkins High School’s parking lot with his car radio on full blast. The boy Steve keeps staring at like a stunned fish. She’s shit with remembering names. Ben… something? 

Curiosity gets the better of her. She stays very still on the second step, ears and eyes peeled. 

Mom answered the door in her bathrobe? Nancy shifts her attention to Ben- no Billy, his name’s Billy. He seems… tense. Fidgety. 

“I’m Nancy’s mother.” 

“No.” 

For some reason, Billy saying that in a clearly sarcastic tone makes her mother twirl her hair and giggle, “Yes” like a schoolgirl with a crush. 

You’ve never acted this way with Dad. 

“Mrs. Wheeler.” 

“Um, I’m sorry, and you are?”

“Billy. Billy Hargrove.” He extends a hand for her to shake, and when she does, he puts his other hand over hers.

What the fuck is happening? Why aren’t you pulling away? 

“You must be here for Nancy.” 

“Nancy? No, no, no.”

One no would’ve done the trick. 

“Not my type.” 

Nancy snorts into her hand. 

“Uh… No, actually I am looking for my little sister Max. Goes by Maxine. She’s been missing all day, and, uh, to be honest with you, I’ve been worried sick, you know, so…”

“Oh.” 

You sound almost… disappointed. Why would you be, unless… No. Surely not. 

“I thought she was at Lucas’, but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the…the designated hangout, so, you know… Here I am.” 

This has got to be the worst pretend pickup line I’ve ever heard. He’s got no interest in you, Mom. You know that, don’t you? 

Billy comes in, and if he notices Nancy lurking at the top of the stairs as he goes into the kitchen, he doesn’t say anything. 

“Their driveway is pretty dark this time of night,” Mom says, scribbling down an address for him. “So drive slowly.”

“Always.” He pockets the address and takes an extra bitter oatmeal cookie for the road. 

Under the kitchen light, her mother dies, and all she sees is Karen Wheeler biting her bottom lip as she watches him walk away, her eyes glued to his ass. 

Nancy doesn’t remember when her gun appeared in her hands, but her brain is surprisingly clear when she pulls the trigger. A bullet goes right between Karen’s eyes. 

Killing people is surprisingly easy when you see who they really are. 

Billy lies flat on the floor, hands cupped over his ears. 

“I’m not going to shoot you.” 

“You killed… your mother. God, Hicktown is fuckin’ crazy!” 

Boy, he really catches on quick. 

“You don’t know the half of it.” Nancy steps over Karen’s body and dials the number of Hopper’s secretary. She’s more likely to pick up than the Chief himself. “Hi, this is Nancy Wheeler. I need to talk to Chief Hopper. It’s important.”

She hears a grunt, and prepares the crocodile tears. Billy stares at her with a mix of awe and horror as her lower lip begins to tremble. “My mother st-started acting really strange. She turned the air conditioner down because she “liked it cold”. She-she loved the house being warm. Her voice came out all-all deep and empty. I looked into her eyes, and I knew my mother wasn’t…” she takes a shaky breath for added effect, then continues, “I knew she was gone. So I… I shot her. I don’t want to go to jail! I’m so scared, Chief.” 

“You did the right thing, calling me. I’ll stop by your house and take care of things, okay? Do you have anywhere else to go tonight?”

“I’m not sure. I-”

 Billy’s not on the floor anymore. His headlights are on. Crap.

I need to make sure he knows not to say anything. 

Nancy gets into the passenger seat and he sends her a dirty look. 

“You should really start locking your doors. It’s a safety precaution.”

“... I will keep that in mind. Now get out of my car.” 

“You said you were looking for your sister, right?”

“She’s not my sister.”

“But you said-” “I know what I said. Look, I’d prefer to forget everything said and done in your freakshow house, Wheeler.”

“Nancy.” 

“Fine. Nancy.” 

“I know where Max is.” 

“I’m not giving you shit in exchange for that information.” 

“Well I should hope not.” Has this sort of thing happened to him before?

“I know how to keep a secret. I just… why did you do it?” 

“We were always arguing. She never heard me. What pushed me over the edge was how she was with you. It made me want to puke. She should’ve stuck to her own age group.” 

Billy goes eerily quiet, hands gripping his steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. His shoulders slacken, and he unclenches his jaw to offer her a weary, appreciative smile. 

“Max is at the Byers’ house. Mike’s there, too. I can’t take him back to that house. He didn’t know… I don’t suppose you have room where you live?” Billy tenses up again. 

She takes that as a no.”

“I’ll be your guide to the Byers’. I’m sure Mrs. Byers wouldn’t mind us staying over.” 

He gives her a terse nod.

“Us includes you, Bonnie.”

Billy blinks several times, temporarily breaking out of his grim state. “Bonnie? Hold on, why the fuck am I not Clyde? Clyde’s a man.”

Nancy lets out a long sigh. “Do you actually care about that crap?”

“... No. I don’t,” he admits. “Bonnie has better hair anyway, so it fits.” 

“You think you’re funny, huh.” 

“I think I’m a fucking riot.” 

“Humor is subjective.”

“It was your joke!” 

****** “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” 

Okay, now I wish I’d shot myself instead. 

“Nancy???” Steve exclaims, dragging his eyes away from Billy’s chest. 

So that’s why Billy took his jacket off. 

She snickers, shaking her head. Steve Alexander Harrington, you haven’t changed one bit. 

Billy seems to be glowing from Steve’s attention. Dorks. 

“What’re you doing here, amigo?”

“Yeah, I could ask you the same thing, amigo.” 

Oh, Steve, you’re not fooling anyone. 

“Looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here.”

Nancy awkwardly waves. I doubt they’re even aware I exist. 

“Huh. That’s weird. I don’t know her.”

“Small, redhead, bit of a bitch?”

“I heard that!” a girl yells from inside the house. 

“I wanted you to!” 

“You guys are going to wake up the whole neighborhood!” Nancy yells.

“I think we’re a little quieter than a gu- guy who’s bangin’ his wife.” 

“Are you two… friends or something?” Steve says, squinting like he’s come face to face with an impossible math problem. 

“Amigos in crime.” 

“You didn’t tell him any embarrassing stories about me, did you? Nance?” 

“Stories? What stories?” 

“It’s a school night. We should all head inside and get some rest.”

“Nance!” 

“Shut up, Steve.”

“Yeah, shut up, Pretty Boy.” 

“Keep the flirting to a minimum, there are children present.”

Steve’s jaw drops. “WHAT? FLIRTING?”

Billy cackles, slapping his knee, his face matching the color of his shirt. 

New hobby unlocked. 

*****

“Does Mrs. Byers have any grub around here? I’m gonna check the fridge.”

“Billy, I wouldn’t do that if I were you-"

“WHAT THE FUCK-”

[coleskingdom]

Sunshine

El Phantasmo x F Reader

@midwestmade29

“Hey Sunshine “ I turn my head at the sound of Riley’s voice. “Jay said he needs to see you for a minute before we take off. “ Jay is in the corner and does a little wave. It’d be easier just to get this over with than to ask Riley what his friend wants. I walked over to Jay “Ry said you wanted to see me.” I shuffle nervously under his gaze. He smiles predatorily “Yes, I hear you both are going to a little shindig that Mercedes is throwing.” I nod my head a lot of people are going “well I happen to know about a secret room on the top floor of the building.” Clearly my face shows my confusion. “ Here’s the key. Send our boy off to the G1 properly okay” he laughs at my uncomfortableness at this suggestion. “It’s a small apartment, you look as though you thought I was giving you the keys to a kinky sex dungeon. Which if you’re interested in I can grab those keys the next time.” his eyebrow quirking. “Knife Pervert” I mutter “Sweetheart you have no idea.” I hear as I walk away.

“What did he want?” Riley shoots a questioning look over my head. “ Jay handed me keys to a loft I guess at this club and told me to send you off to the G1 properly..” my voice cool. Before Riley can say anything , Zack walks up “Darlings are we ready. I have a car waiting.” He ushers us out of the room and out the door to the car. Inside the car Zack breaks the silence “what’s wrong?” the question clearly directed at me “ A lovers quarrel ? What did Riley do now.” His voice teasing. “ Actually it’s Jay being Jay” dangling the keys at Zack. “ Oh boy, I didn’t realize he had one stateside. In Japan he had three of them. Well I should say was gifted three of them. You see each leader of Bullet Club buys one and the keys go to the next leader. When Jay was ousted he had the keys and titles and sold them all. I’ve only been in one of them in a storm in Tokyo there were no rooms and he took pity on me It was something, Riley have you ever been given the keys to one before?” Passing a bottle to Riley “I tried to stay out of his personal life especially in Japan. I didn’t even know about these.” Zack smiled “ Yet he handed her the key, interesting. Darling did Jay-say anything else.” Riley passed me the bottle. “ No just to send our boy off to the G1 appropriately.” They both laughed as I took a swig. “I’m curious as to what this one looks like. Before you two get to it, let me have a little peek. King Switch always keeps it interesting I’ll give him that.” The car pulled up in front of the building.

Riley walks us into the party and finds us a spot on the couch. He pours each of us a drink, “ We don’t have to go up there. “ he whispers in my ear, “ He’s just messing with you. I saw his face when you took the keys from him. “ he looked amused. “I’m kind of intrigued, honestly.” Sipping the drink . “Actually the sooner” my hand gliding up his thigh “the better. The wake up call is in 5 hours.” Kissing him, pulling away “ We do owe it to Zack to show him.” Patting his leg a groan falling from his lips. “ Forget Zack.” As he grabs my hand and we sneak up the stairwell. Inside the apartment he flips on the lights, it is the single sexiest apartment I’ve ever seen. “This is stunning” the apartment was done in black white and gold, the expensive leather sofa , ottomans and chairs all curves and sleek lines different heights begging to be used. The art was still shots in black and white, that allude to sex and carnal desires. Every accessory curved or a subtle phallic reference there’s only one reason for a place like this. “There’s only one thing stunning, and it’s you.” As soon as I step further into the living room, Riley’s arm is around my waist and he's pulling me to him.

"Fucking hell, I've been dying for you all night, Sunshine ." My eyelids instinctively close and my hands reach for his face. He breathes in the skin of my neck, massaging my hips, sliding his hands up and down my waist. His hands, oh God, his large calloused hands. He touches me like he owns me. His hair is soft, and he's wearing an unbuttoned shirt and jeans. I'm pressed up against his warm, bare chest. I pull my head back so I can see his handsome face. His eyes are hooded, his jaw tense. So serious. I tilt my head up to press my lips against his, a half-kiss. Savoring this calm before the storm of our bodies crashing against each other. He rests his forehead against mine, hands up in my hair, slowly exploring my breasts, my waist, my hips. "Beautiful girl, what have you done to me?" His hands cup my face. He smooths his thumb across my bottom lip, and I suck it into my mouth, moaning and watching him as I do.

Heat flashes in his eyes. He licks his lips. Makes a deep, guttural sound, like a shot fired, and the race to do as much to each other's bodies as we can begins. I pull his shirt down off his shoulders, running my hands down the smooth, toned muscles of his arms. He tosses the shirt to the floor and pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard on the mouth, practically growling, and then dropping to his knees and disappearing under my dress.

Oh sweet mercy, he tugs my panties down. I feel his thumb brush up against my clit, and then he grabs hold of my ass, slides one hand down the back of one thigh, hiking my leg up over his shoulder. He licks and then bites the flesh of my inner thigh. My eyes roll back inside my head. "Oh, Riley." I melt into the wall, into his hands, into his talented tongue. His flicking, circling, sweeping tongue. His gentle, punishing, determined tongue. I'm whimpering and floating up and caving in on myself. My hands slap against the wall, trying to find some leverage, bracing myself. And now his fingers get in on the action too.

“Riley please”He answers by moaning, pushing his fingers up to my hips and pulsing his tongue in and out and in and out. My entire being is struck by a hot jolt of electricity, and then my hips follow his rhythm, warmth radiating up and out from my center and back to where his tongue penetrates me. It feels too good. I scream out his name and then cover my mouth because I'm making such loud noises. "I want to hear you," he says from under my dress. "I want to hear you come.""Riley."

He continues licking me, pressing my trembling thighs together even more with his palms and then sucking on my clit. “Oh God!"He goes back to kissing me down there and doesn't stop until my hips have stopped rolling, until my body has stopped jerking and tensing, until every cell of my body has gone from screaming to whispering his name.

His head finally reemerges from under my dress, but I still feel little electric shocks in my core. Before I can even mutter his name again he's carrying me in his arms to the bedroom. He kicks the door shut. When my shoes are off, he stands up, takes my hands and holds them up, pulling my dress over my head.

The dress gets tossed aside. I can barely keep my heavy eyelids open, but his eyes are wide and apprecia-tive. I am completely naked before him in this room that’s bathed in soft light.

"Sunshine ...look at you. I’m going to remember this for the next six weeks." I run my fingers through my hair and toss it all behind my shoulders so he can see everything, dragging my fingertips down the side of my neck, between my breasts. He groans and reaches for me, but I reach for his jeans, looking up at him as I unbutton and unzip, maneuvering them so they can drop to his ankles. He steps out of them, kicking them aside. The bulge in his black boxer briefs is magnificent. I cup it with one hand while tracing my fingertip along the inside of the waistband and then pulling the elastic away from the taut skin of his pelvis. He watches me as my fingers run up and down his happy trail. “ I do believe I was told to send you off to the G1 properly.”I push the boxer briefs down until they drop to the floor. I cup his balls, wrap my hand around the base, and lick up the underside, all the way to the crown and then suck on it. We both groan at the same time. His hands are in my hair again. "Sunshine," he says so quietly.

"Fuck, that feels so good your hot wet mouth around me. Look at me.”

I stroke and lick and suck and squeeze never breaking eye contact. “ that’s my good girl taking me so well. I’ll be thinking about this the whole time I’m gone.” He tugs on my hair. His hands grip my shoulders. "Sunshine , stop." I stop looking up but not letting him out of my mouth. “ You did such a good job I need you on the bed now. “ I let him go with a pop the groan that fell from his lips as I laid on the bed.

“Seriously, I can’t believe this ?” giggling and pointing at the ceiling. Riley looked up at the ceiling , “Why does that not surprise me? Of course he’d have a mirror on the ceiling? We can go to the living room if this is weird .” he kisses me deeply. “I’m kind of into it.” He chuckled and with that he's settled over me again, he pushes forward just a little. I don't want to wait. I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips. Looking up I see the line in his muscular back, his magnificent ass and how small I look under him. "Riley. Please."He slides in deep in one thrust.The two of us gasp, and I tighten around him. He feels so good. I never could've imagined how perfectly he would fit inside me, as though he were made for me.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters.

"Fuck, you... you feel..."

"Perfect." I finish the sentence.

He takes my mouth in a searing kiss, and there are no more words between us. He sets a pace that leaves no room for any talking. I’m lost to watching him take me. His body moving watching his taught muscles I can’t resist running my nails down his back.

The only sounds are our ragged breaths and skin meeting skin. Sweat breaks out on his forehead, and I can see the strain of him fighting back, wanting this to go on forever. I push against his chest, wanting control again. I want to be what makes him lose it. He flips onto his back, taking me with him so l am on top, sliding down on his cock. I rest my hands on his chest, moving slowly, and the friction on my clit starts to build another climax.Riley’s fingers dig into my hips as he urges me to ride him a little faster. Once I'm at the pace he wants, he moves his hands to my breasts. His expert fingers touch me in the right way, kneading before moves to my nipples, pinching and tugging.

"Please," I manage to get out.

"Please don't stop."

"You're close. Your tight, pussy is clenching around my dick. You want to come again. Your body knows..."

"Yes," I moan.

“You’re so beautiful riding me.” He shifts to wedge his finger between us and starts to rub my clit again. It is both amazing and breathtaking. It's too much. I can't come again, but Riley is determined.

"Ride me, Sunshine . I’ve got you my good girl. Take everything because it's yours. Take it, love. Take what you need." I tilt my head back and I see me riding him. I scream, unable to hold back as another orgasm rockets through me. I collapse forward, but he's there, holding me to him. His hips jerk up, fucking me from beneath until he's groaning my name into my hair as he pulses inside me. I lie against his chest, unable to move even if I wanted to, which I don't. That was the most incredible thing l've ever experienced.

He moves my hair to the side and kisses my nose. “Sunshine, "You okay?"

"Huh?" He laughs. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Uh-huh."Apparently, all I'm capable of is speaking in sounds. I don't want to move. I want to stay like this forever. He chuckles again and then rolls me to the side. I flop over, my limbs not really cooperating. “I’m going to push my flight back. I’ll take the last flight out. I need a few more hours of Sunshine.”

[itsamenickname]

Okay, so do you guys remember how I talked about how both @jelixpo and @deckof-dragons/@anomander-dragnipurake inspired me to write my story, To Break the Bonds Within Two Kingdoms back in the Ao3 chapter 11 notes?

Well, what if I told you that there was another Bowuigi story idea I had in mind while brainstorming TBTBWTK?

That's right, what you are about to read is another rough Bowuigi story idea I had that actually originated back in late April-early May 2022 (right around the same time TBTBWTK was first born). While I ended up choosing TBTBWTK to flesh out and actively work on, I felt bad for keeping this WIP hidden within my computer files for almost an entire year (okay, I kind of told one person about this idea back in mid-November 2022, but it wasn't to the extent of what you're about to see).

And since the Mario movie is coming out today, I thought what better way to celebrate the momentous occasion than by sharing this fun little Bowuigi story idea? :)

Also, before I forget, if anyone wants to do something with this idea, then by all means go for it. (Just let me know if you have done something with the idea so that I can see it.) :) As I just mentioned, this was something I've thought of back in early-mid 2022, but because I want to not only finish TBTBWTK, but also work on a second (and bigger) Bowuigi story after TBTBWTK is done, I figured that it would be better to at least share this rough WIP/idea than to leave it in my computer files for no one else but myself to see.

Anyway, I apologize in advance for the extremely long post (and for any grammatical errors), but I hope you guys like the idea all the same! :D

(Adding a cut here to help make this post shorter.)

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Okay, so imagine a time in the Mushroom Kingdom where Bowser is living a good life. He and Peach recently signed a peace treaty together (and by recently, I mean like 1 month ago), not to mention that he's been dating Luigi for about 6 months now and has never been happier (per Luigi's request, they are keeping their relationship a secret which Bowser doesn't mind at all).

But on one mysterious night in the Dark Lands, Jerry (yes, the same Jerry from TBTBWTK) informs Bowser that he has a surprise visitor waiting for him in the throne room. Well, this didn't make much sense to the Koopa King. If it was Luigi, Mario, or even Peach, Jerry would've explicitly told him, but the fact that the Hammer Bro. not only refused to elaborate about the visitor, but also seemed kind of hesitant and nervous when Bowser asked for more info about the said mysterious visitor? That just seemed really weird to Bowser.

And oh boy was he right when he stepped into the throne room and saw the one and only King Boo.

Now, even though Bowser wanted nothing more than to kick the ghost king out of his kingdom, Luigi's kindness actually rubbed off on him just enough to where he instead angrily asked King Boo why the hell he's here. When Luigi talked to E. Gadd last month, the professor said that the ghost king was still trapped in that canister from the adventure of The Last Resort, so it didn't make much sense that the ghost king who he thought was trapped is floating right in front of him.

So King Boo explains to Bowser about his new plan. He rants on and on about how he is just so sick and tired of getting defeated and captured over and over again, so King Boo devised a new plan. He figures out that the best way to defeat the Mario Bros. (especially Luigi) and take over the Mushroom Kingdom/rest of the world is by teaming up with Bowser. Sure, King Boo understands that Bowser may not have a good track record when it comes to defeating Mario, but he figured that as long as Bowser distracts Mario and Peach just long enough, King Boo could use that stall to trap Luigi in a painting.

Bowser, of course, shoots down the idea. He explains to King Boo how he just recently signed a peace treaty with Peach and he doesn't want to do anything that would break Mario, Peach, and especially Luigi's trust (although he doesn't mention Luigi to King Boo). And even if he and Peach hadn't signed a peace treaty, he has very well learned from his past mistakes and knows deep down that Mario and Luigi can, and will, easily defeat both of them.

But before Bowser can leave the throne room, King Boo manages to stop him in his tracks by explaining how he knows that he and Luigi are dating.

King Boo also blackmails Bowser by saying that if Bowser doesn't agree to team up with him, he won't hesitate to posses Bowser and force him to kill Luigi with his own hands.

As much as Bowser wanted to call on King Boo's bluff, he's inwardly really scared to. If King Boo was making threats to him, Mario, Peach, or anyone else (should point out that the Koopalings & Jr. don't exist in this timeline, but I'll leave that up to reader's discretion), Bowser wouldn't care about the idea of King Boo possessing him. But King Boo was making an indirect threat to Luigi, the one person Bowser would not hesitate to lay his life down for. If anything were to happen to the love of his life, it would kill the Koopa King (no matter if it was his fault or not).

So Bowser grudgingly agrees to King Boo's plan as the ghost king is excited to finally set his plan into motion. But before he forgets, King Boo mentions one little important thing:

This new alliance they have has to be a secret. No one, not even Kamek and Kammy, can know about it. Everyone has to believe that whatever is about to happen is Bowser's ideas and his ideas alone.

And if anyone finds out about their alliance/plan on their own (or if Bowser tells anyone about their plan), King Boo will kill Luigi himself and force Mario and Bowser to watch.

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So time skip to around 2 weeks later where Bowser has caused so many problems to the MK to the point to where Peach is sick of it. She sets up a royal meeting with herself, Mario, Luigi, Toadsworth, and the royal court about what they should do with Bowser. The royal court is honestly spilt on either declaring war on the Dark Lands (they have a justifiable reason to declare war because Bowser has broke parts of the peace treaty) or try to reach out to Bowser and meet with him peacefully.

Eventually, the arguments get so stressful and out of hand that Peach gets mad (and I mean really fucking mad) and orders the royal court to let her, Mario and Luigi discuss this in private. While the royal court (especially Toadsworth) are hesitant on this, they eventually follow her orders and leave the brothers and Peach alone in the room. When it's finally just the three of them, Peach just takes this time to calm down and take a few deep breaths (which Mario and Luigi don't mind and allow her to take as much time as she needs).

Once she is really to talk about it again, she explains to Mario and Luigi how she is kind of dead set on declaring war on the Dark Lands. As a few Toads pointed out earlier in the meeting, Bowser broke parts of the peace treaty, not to mentioned that she had actually privately reached out to him on multiple occasions, but has never received as response back.

Now Luigi (who had been mostly quiet throughout the entire meeting due to his anxiety and his tough decision on whether to stand by Peach or Bowser's side) tries to defend Bowser by explaining how both the MK and the Dark Lands had worked on the peace treaty for almost 3 months (not to mention that they've officially signed it last month) and theorizes that there has to be a reason that Bowser is causing so much trouble that they don't know about. Luigi begs Peach to give him time to talk to Bowser before she decides to declare war on Bowser's kingdom.

Now here, I should point out that both Peach and Mario know that Luigi and Bowser are friends, but they don't know that they're dating. So obviously, when Luigi begs Peach to let him talk to Bowser, Mario (being the protective older big brother that he is) hates the idea. He still doesn't trust Bowser and is afraid that allowing Luigi to talk to Bowser (especially right now) will ultimately get his little brother hurt or worse, killed (it would destroy Mario if anything happened to Luigi).

But despite Mario's protests, Peach makes a deal with Luigi: He has one week to talk to Bowser and make him change his ways. If Luigi succeeds, then she won't declare war on the Dark Lands. However, if he fails, Peach will declare the treaty null and void and declare war on Bowser's kingdom.

So over the course of the next 5 days, Luigi tries to reach out to Bowser in multiple ways. He tries to write him letters, meet at their usual spot on the usual days they hang out together, little things like that. However, none of his ideas work. Now, that's not to say that Bowser hadn't received Luigi's letters. In fact, Bowser has actually received every single one of his boyfriend's letters (at one instance, Bowser started to tear up as he carefully touched Luigi's handwriting, which led to King Boo taunting him on whether he should respond to Luigi's letter or not.), but...Bowser is honestly scared. He wants to tell Luigi that he hates doing what he's doing, he wants to tell Luigi about King Boo's ultimate plan to take over the MK and the rest of the world, but...he can't. He doesn't want to put Luigi in any form of danger, so he figured that the best way to keep Luigi safe is by completely shutting him out.

But that kind of backfires on Bowser because on the afternoon of the 6th day, Luigi gets a new idea.

He gets the idea to sneak over to Bowser's Castle (without Mario, Peach, or anyone else knowing) and talk to Bowser face-to-face (for the first time since Bowser's alliance with King Boo) in hopes of forcing his boyfriend to talk about why he's doing all of these bad things.

But as for what happens when Luigi finally arrives at Bowser's Castle?

Well, I'll leave that up to you. ;)

[walkinghell]

Touches

Summary: Aeon wakes up from a nightmare and Dew makes things better

Rating: Explicit MDNI!

Warnings: explicit sexual content, hand jobs, knotting references, nightmares.

Dewdrop's barely awake when someone brushes against him. And worse (or better, depending on the guest) Dew's certain he went to sleep alone.

He waits to acknowledge them until they move again, keeping him closer to the edge of consciousness than he’d like.

“And why are you moving so damn much?”

“Sorry.” The whisper comes.

Aeon. Dew realizes.

“What’s up, bug?” He hums, rolling over to see the young ghoul.

“Just can’t sleep,” Aeon replies.

Dew can tell it’s more upon seeing Aeon’s red-rimmed eyes and damp lashes as they drive under a streetlight

“Yeah? Something scary?”

Aeon’s lower lip quivers as he nods and something in Dew’s chest tugs.

“C’mere, bug.” Dew sighs, pulling the younger ghoul closer.

“Didn’t wanna wake you, but it scared the shit out of me.” He whimpers, and Dew registers how wrecked Aeon’s voice is—likely sobbing or screaming himself awake.

Being summoned leaves scars deeper than the skin.

Dew’s lips meet Aeon’s forehead before he can think, empathy winning over any difficulties with the new ghoul.

“I know. I had the same problems when I was summoned. And when my element was changed.” Dew whispers.

“You did?” Aeon whispers, bright amethyst eyes meeting Dew’s amber.

“Mhmm. Most nights, I ended up in Aether’s bed for the first few months I was topside. He pumped me full of a fuck ton of quintessence just to ward off the night terrors. Even then I still woke up screaming some nights.” Dew admits.

“That bad?”

He nods softly.

“Does getting sent back hurt worse?” Aeon whispers.

“Dunno, bug. I know elemental changes hurt like a bitch, but I haven’t been topside before. You could ask Swiss. Why?”

Aeon rests his head against Dew’s chest before answering. “I’m scared, 'cause I’m going back after this tour…”

“Says fucking who?!” Dew said, shooting up so fast he hit his head on Mountain’s bunk above.

Aeon flinches as Dew makes contact with the bunk, reaching for him as Dew rubs his head.

“Say’s who?” Dew repeats.

“Swiss and Mountain said I was temporary…”

“Well, you’re not. Aether left cause he’s fucking tired. And as much as we miss Aether, you’re staying, so get that shit out of your head. You’re not going back to the pit.” Dew said sharply.

The, I won’t let you, was left unsaid.

“I’m not?” Aeon nearly sobs.

“No. You have to understand, we lost 3 ghouls before I changed. Then we got 3 new ghouls. Aether wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. He was our rock. But he’s tired. Yes, Mountain’s struggling, and Swiss is attached. But you’re not leaving .” Dew hisses, drawing the younger ghoul up into his arms.

Dew rocks him slightly, warming himself to soothe Aeon as sobs wrack his body.

Anxiety and relief flow through their pack bond in equal measure.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Dew whispers. “Who else is gonna quint my shitty knee on tour? Not Swiss.” 

Aeon chokes out a laugh and Dew smiles against his hair.

They stay like that until Aeon settles and the affection turns into something else for him.

“Dew?” He whispers.

“I know, bug.” Dew hums, having already felt it through the pack bond.

Aeon allows himself to be guided to lay against Dew’s chest, legs spread over Dew’s open thighs.

Aeon cranes his neck up to connect their lips as Dew’s hand slips beneath Aeon’s waistband to stroke his hardening length.

“Fuck…” He gasps.

“I know, bug,” Dew whispers.

Dew flicks his wrist until Aeon’s writhing and whining before running his thumb across the prespend-soaked head.

“Such a good boy for me”

Aeon’s voice breaks on a moan and he bucks into Dew’s touch.

“S’good. Fuck, s’good.” He gasps, chest heaving.

Dew’s other hand presses fingers against the seam of Aeon’s lips. “Get them wet, Swiss borrowed my lube.”

Aeon sucks Dew’s finger into his mouth like a kit nursing.

Soft, muted whines burst from him as Dew’s hand continued jacking him off.

Dew pulls his fingers free and plunges them beneath Aeon’s waistband, gently massaging his ring of muscle before pressing in a finger.

“Dew!” He cries.

“Shhh, I know. I know.” 

Aeon lasts 3 curls of Dew’s forefinger before begging for more.

Dew happily obliges.

Aeon’s knot swells beneath Dew’s hand as he spreads his own pre over him like lube.

“Feel that, baby?” Dew purrs.

Aeon nods fervently at the increased pressure around something so sensitive. “Please!” He sobbed, bucking up into Dew’s touch.

“Your pretty little knot gonna pop for me? Gonna get all messy for me?”

Dew’s fingers crooked up into Aeon’s prostate and the quint wailed as he arched up, coming in ribbons across his chest and down Dew’s hand.

Dew gently squeezed his knot to provide enough to carry Aeon through his trembling orgasm.

“Dew!” He sobbed.

“Shh, love.”

Dew eased his fingers from Aeon’s clenching hole and reached for the wipes on his shelf.

Cleaning Aeon, he eased the quint against his chest.

“M’tired.” He mumbled, a soft purr kicking in as he curled against Dew.

“Get some rest, love. I’ll be here.”

As Aeon dozed, Dew’s phone buzzed.

Glad you and the newbie are getting along, but can you keep it down? - Swiss

Quit telling him he’s going back to the pit, or I’ll kick your ass.

Dew set his phone down and fell asleep against his little quint. Entirely missing Aether’s text.

Copia said you’re taking care of Aeon. I’m so proud of you.

[missshezz]

Flamingoes

Title: Flamingoes

Rating: Teens and Up

Warnings: canon typical violence as Sam and Dean get hurt

Word Count: ~1790

Tags: Pick a Season, Dean x Reader (loosely), mild flirting, whump, Dean whump, Sam whump, humor, angst, drama, YOU is reader, hunt of the week type story

Summary: You don’t expect to leave your house and find Dean Winchester bleeding out all over your lawn flamingoes…

For @badthingshappenbingo prompt: confined to bed rest

You aren’t expecting to walk out your front door and find someone facedown in your lawn flamingoes. 

Not at five in the morning, anyway. 

The only time you tend to walk out your door and discover someone passed out on your lawn is when the odd frat boy who partied hard the night before didn’t make it back to their off-campus housing before they lost consciousness. 

University is on winter break, however. 

All the partying concluded a week ago, in fact. 

Without anyone taking a nap in your flamingoes. 

Curious as to who this person was, why they were facedown in your lawn display, and how they ended up there, you set your purse and travel mug on the porch and meander over to investigate. 

You smell the blood soon as you get within a foot of their prostrate form. 

Alarm shoots through you and your belly clenches. 

Reports of wild dogs attacking people has been headline news for the last few weeks. 

You, yourself, treated a few victims for bite wounds, in fact. 

Once you turn the injured person — a man, you quickly realize — over, though, you realize he hasn’t been attacked by wild dogs. 

No, whoever this fella was, he’s had the absolute crap beaten outta him. 

One eye is swollen completely shut, blood trickles from his nose, and there’s small rips in his lip and right cheek barely crusted over.

He likely had internal injuries, as well.

Most alarming, though, is the large laceration you discover on his right side. 

“Shit…” you breathe out as you sit back on your heels, eyes glued to that ugly gash, brain a whirlwind of thoughts, and fingers rattling with nervous energy. “Shit shit shit…” 

He needs more help than you can give him so you pull out your phone and dial 9-1-1 while checking that he is, in fact, alive. 

His pulse is faint but strong. 

A good sign despite the amount of blood he’s clearly lost. 

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” 

“I need an ambulance,” you say as you carefully peel blue plaid and a black undershirt away to get a better look at the gash. “There’s a man in my yard who has been stabbed.” 

“Is the man conscious?” 

“No.”

“Is he breathing?”

“Yes, but he has lost a lot of blood.”

“Okay, ma’am, what’s your address?” 

“1313 Mockingbird Lane.” 

“Okay, an ambulance is on the way.” 

“Thank you.” 

You return your phone to your pocket as you try to think of something you can use to staunch the blood oozing from the man’s side. 

The only thing you have that’s handy is the scarf your mom knitted you for Christmas a few years back. Knowing your mom, and how she’d say she can always knit you another scarf, you pull it off and press it to the wound.

A groan pushes by bloodless lips but the man doesn’t open his eyes. 

You find yourself oddly disappointed about that. 

Something you shouldn’t be given how the guy clung precariously to life. 

“Sammy…” you swear you hear him utter. “Sammy…”

If Sammy is a friend, family member, lover or the person who stabbed him, you dunno. 

All you can do is keep him calm while you wait for the paramedics to arrive. 

“Hold on,” you tell him as you hear sirens in the distance. “Help is on the way.” 

“Sammy…” is all he says again

Things become chaotic after the paramedics and police arrive. You find yourself answering questions as paramedics work on saving the man’s life. 

It’s not like you can tell them much. 

You only found the guy, after all. 

You agree to a search of your yard when the deputy asks if it’s okay. 

What else are you supposed to say? 

Guy is stabbed and left to die in your front yard but no, don’t canvas for clues? 

Deputies find a blood trail leading from the side of your house into the forest. 

You have no idea if they find anything else as you decide to follow the ambulance to the hospital. 

You tell yourself it’s because you need to get to work, anyway, but the truth is you kinda feel responsible for the guy. 

He was left to bleed out in your flamingoes, after all. 

You feel as if you’ve been hit by a bolt of lightning when Nan comes over to tell you the fella woke up long enough to tell her his name’s Dean. 

“Dean?” Your brow furrows as that name bounces around inside your head. You know of a guy named Dean but there’s no way this guy and that one are one in the same. The odds of that are simply too astronomical. “Did he say his last name is Winchester?”

“Yes.” One of Nan’s brow quirks. “I thought you said you didn’t know him?” 

“I don’t.” 

“How’d you know his name then?”

“One in a million guess.” More like one in a million chances of an event like this happening. “He’s the son of a guy my uncle Brody worked with when he was living in Lawrence, Kansas.” Your lips purse. “John is his name, I think.” 

Who, you realize now with a curl of dread, also had a son named Sam. 

One that might’ve affectionately been called Sammy by his brother. 

“He has a younger brother,” you tell Nan. “Sam.” 

“He asked about someone named Sam right before we took him into the OR.” A worried expression crossed Nan’s face. “Do you think his brother might have been attacked, too?” 

“It’s a possibility.” You pull your phone from your pocket. “I’m going to call the deputy still at the scene and let him know there might be another victim.” 

Another victim is rushed into the ER before you dial the number.  

You let out a small gasp as they roll him by on the stretcher. 

You don’t need a degree in criminology to figure out this is Sam Winchester. 

His face looks as if it was used as a punching bag by Mike Tyson. One eye is already turning black while the other looks as it is not too far behind. 

His lower lip is puffy, the top bleeding from a cut in it. 

Bruises are already creeping black over the parts of his face not covered in blood. 

More bruises form a band around his throat from where he had obviously been choked. 

Whoever attacked the Winchesters had done so with the intent to cause them as much physical pain as possible before killing them. 

Why, you have no clue. 

Sam’s wheeled into a trauma room before you can get an idea of any other injuries he might’ve sustained. If he was as unlucky as his brother, he probably had internal injuries, as well as a laceration to either his right or left side. 

They were alive, though, and that’s what mattered, you told yourself. 

😈😈😈😈😈😈

“You don’t gotta fuss over us like this,” Dean tells you as you tuck the blanket around him. “Ain’t the first time Sammy and I got our asses kicked and it won’t be the last time, I promise you.”

“Yes, but you got your asses kicked practically in my backyard,” you say as you move the laptop Dean insisted on using despite your repeated reminders of his needing rest. “I still have the bloody flamingoes in my front yard as a reminder of where they dumped you after beating the crap out of you.”

Dean rolls those incredible green eyes of his.

“You still don’t gotta fuss over us.” 

“You just hate being confined to bed,” comes from Sam in the other bed. “Admit it.”

“No, I hate being confined to bed rest.” Dean flashes that lopsided grin of his. The one that turns your knees to jelly and your brain to mush. “I’d be perfectly content being confined to bed if I had someone in it to keep me company.” 

That someone obviously being you. 

A fact Dean’s made absolutely clear in the three days he’s been there. 

You initially thought he was pranking you by flirting with you so outrageously. 

Especially since guys like him tend to ignore you because you’re the farthest from a Kardashian as one could get. 

No, you discover Dean quite means what he says. 

Making him truly special in your books. 

“You’re in no condition for anyone to keep you company,” Sam teases lightly. “You can’t even walk to the window without her help.”

“Like you can?”

“I’m not the one hitting on our nurse.”

“You two are lucky whoever stabbed you missed your vital organs,” you interject before the argument can escalate. “Inch or two more to the left or right and neither of you would be here right now arguing over .”

“They missed on intention.” Sam grimaces as he shifts himself into a more comfortable position. “If they wanted us dead, trust me, we’d be dead.”

“That’s why you should tell Sheriff Connelly who the people are that attacked you.” 

Something you have been urging them to do since they woke up in the hospital. 

You’re beating a dead horse, however as Dean replies with his usual gruff answer. 

“We’ll handle the sons of bitches our way.”

You let the matter drop. 

Not because you in any way are conceding the argument but because it’s how hunters tend to handle things. 

Something you found out Sam and Dean are after a talk with your uncle Brody. 

Who shocks you when he tells you he’s a hunter, as well. 

You take it all in your usual stride, though. 

It’s not like you haven’t suspected the monsters in the dark are real. 

You just know now there are hunters like Sam and Dean Winchester out there stopping them. 

Well, trying to, anyway, you amend as you gather up the dirty sheets and blankets. 

“What do you boys want for supper tonight?” 

“Pie?” Dean’s eager, hopeful look has your lips twitching. “Apple?” 

His favorite you’ve come to find out. 

Something you have in common. 

Along with a love for classic rock and Scooby-Doo. 

“Good thing I baked one after breakfast,” you tease as you glance over at Sam. “Apple good for you, too?” 

“With vanilla ice cream?” He blinked those great big puppy dog eyes of his. “And caramel syrup?” 

“You got it.” 

[skitskatdacat63]

misc lore drop day 32/?

Thought I’d do something a bit different from my usual posts, and instead make up a silly list instead of writing. 

Various things vettonso do as bonding activities in boy king AU, and how annoying they are about it:

Picking berries together except they start competing over who can get more, which ends up into them basically jumping into bushes, tearing up their clothes and skin in the process

Having impromptu races on their horses, accusing each other of cheating in the process by saying “well your horse is superior, so duh you won, not legitimately of course.”

Challenging each other to jump over logs on their horses, nearly killing themselves in the process after they both keep upping the ante

Trying to shoot at the same target while on hunting trips, nearly shooting each other in the process because they insist on not standing next to each other, so the other can’t cheat.

Competitively flirting during carriage rides, making it extremely uncomfortable for everyone else inside

Making each other try bites of food, insisting their taste is better than the other, resulting in getting sick from eating too much

Daring each other to eat things from outside, causing their aides to panic over possible poisoning

Arguing, sorry I mean having a pleasant conversation, over literally everything

Playing card games, chess, etc. but debating over the rules and each other’s actions so much that they only get to play like one game a night because it takes too long.

Exhbitionism. Ye olde gay chicken, except they are married.

Many other things. 

But don’t worry, despite all the near deaths, injuries, and arguing, they prove to each other how far they’re willing to go, thus earning respect and desire in the process. It's so funny imagining them getting into all these near death scenarios, despite being the most pampered, protected, golden boys ever. They're both pretty wild on their own, but together, it's so much worse. It's not just one of them threatening to do something crazy, and their aide having to be like "my liege, please no." Instead now it's two equally insane people egging each other on, and they only have eyes for each other.

[captainnameless]

How about Daniel looking after little!Charles?? Maybe Charles is hurt or scared or sad or something and he drops and Daniel is the only one around? I feel like Daniel would panic a little at first because little!Charles is so sensitive and soft but I feel like they’d have a really good dynamic together?

Daniel’s such a caring soul and Charles will just absorb that so yes, I don’t know why I’ve never really wrote/thought about this pair much.

maybe like:

Daniel’s been complaining about his diet recently, has been dying for a good pasta. Carlos tells him Charles makes a mean Rigatoni and so when they’re both in Monaco Daniel gets an invite.

When the door opens Charles looks a mess, it smells good, bless him, but everything else looks like a bomb has gone off.

“Mate,” Daniel laughs, stepping in and giving Charles a brief hug. “You good?”

Charles just breathes, waves vaguely at something before explaining everything that went wrong today. “-but the food is almost finished.” Charles puffs. Daniel sympathizes, the boy looks exhausted.

“Were you nervous for our date?” He tries to joke, and Charles does manage a chuckle.

“Maybe.” He answers before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Daniel follows and ask if he can help but Charles dismisses him, tells him to sit and reiterates it’s almost done. They chit-chat before Charles goes to grab the pan but forgets it’s hot, burns his hand and smacks it as a reaction, sending the whole thing flying.

Daniel watches everything in slowmotion before shooting up out of his seat to help, Charles is clutching his hand to his chest, blinking at the mess around him before sliding down to the floor.

Fuck, Daniel doesn’t say but think, reaches over to grab an oven mitt and get the pot of the ground before turning to Charles who’s sat there trying to bite back sobs.

“Charles,” Daniel almost whispers, crouching down with him. “You okay?”

Daniel flinches when the question causes a sob to break through and there’s a part of Daniel that realizes another part of Charles is leaking through.

“Hurts.” Charles cries, still clutching his hand to his chest.

Daniel breathes for a second, he knows this, he does this with Max, and Lando. But he hasn’t with Charles, he doesn’t kno-

His thoughts are interrupted by another sob and it’s like instinct take over. “Shh, Danny’s gonna fix it.” He soothes, reaching out and hoisting Charles up to his feet before he sits him on top of the counter starting the tap on some lukewarm water.

“Can I see?” He asks gently, and Charles shakes his head furiously, clutching his hand tighter to his chest.

“Come on, Darling. Show Danny, I’ll make it feel better.” Daniel tries his best to sound encouraging, but Charles’ tears don’t seem to respond.

Daniel thinks for a second before asking “Do you want a hug first?”

Charles nods. Victory.

Daniel flicks the tap back off, steps forward, allows Charles to lean into his chest and wraps both arms around the younger. He holds tightly, rubbing circles in Charles’ lower back.

Charles does calm, he body no longer shaking and Daniel gently breaks the hug after a minute. “Can Danny make it feel better?” He asks, thumbing at Charles’ tears.

The boy nods, and offers up his hand. There’s a nasty red burn on his palm that makes Daniel pull a face but he fixes it before Charles can see. He gets Charles’ hand under the tap and unleashes all the encouragement he has in his arsenal when he sees Charles flinch.

It works, because it gets Charles to keep his hand under the water while Daniel searches for a first aid kit.

It’s not the night he had planned, and he’s still craving pasta. But the takeout they ended up ordering in tasted pretty good, and Charles cuddled up against his side feels ever better.

[ladyfly]

The Great Musical Upgrade

The hallways are dark and quiet. You had finished another nighttime task. One of the gaters at Monty's Gater Golf had broken down. It was stuck part way out of the water and endlessly growling. It almost gave you a headache. As long as nothing else happened you were free to get some rest.

You didn't really have an official place to call your own in the plex yet. They were building you one down in the lower tunnels. Not ideal but better than spending the night away from your two favorite jesters. How anyone could abuse the pair was baffling to you.

You passed by the newest nighttime security guard. A young lad named Braxly. He hated his name so most people called him Axle. You two swapped a wave on your way to the daycare.

You had heard the boys got a new upgrade but not what it was. It wasn't cosmetic, that much you did know. It was something involving their code. That terrifies you. Who knows what they changed! You pass the fountain to the daycare. A few coins sit inside. Briefly you consider taking a few but decide better of it.

As soon as you open the doors to the daycare you hear a very loud "Sunshine!"

From down below you watch Sun call his wire. He practically rockets up to where you are. You can hear a strange sound as he gets closer. It seems he can hear it too. It takes you a second to recognize the song. It's 'My Girl' by The Temptations.

Sun slaps a hand over his chest. His rays shrink into his head and he takes off to his room. You tilt your head for a second. What the hell is happening. You run as fast as you can to the theater. Whatever is going on you will help Sun through it. Why was his chest playing that song in particular?

You catch your breath at the door to Sun and Moon's room. You can hear sun inside arguing with Moon about something. You open the door without knocking as you have done so many times before.

Sun turns to you. His chest blares out "Well I guess you'd say, What can make me feel this way, My girl, my girl, my girl, Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl, talkin' 'bout my girl!" Sun buries his face in his hand and groans.

You snicker "Sunny. What is happening?"

Sun sighs dramatically "We got a new upgrade to our mu-"

The lights turn off. You hadn't been keeping track of the time. Sun shifts to Moon. As his eyes fall on you the song also shifts. Van Halen's 'Why Can't This Be Love' blares from his chest "Whoa here it comes, That funny feeling again, Winding me up inside, Every time we touch."

Moon immediately books it to the balcony and dives into the ball pit. You run to the edge and watch him run to one of the play structures. You run once again back down to the daycare. When you reach the play structure Moon is hiding in you can still hear the music. You have an hour before Sun comes back.

It takes you longer than you'd like to get to Moon. Along the way you can hear Moon trying to stop the music. You can also hear the song loop. Finally you reach the lunar animatronic. His chest blares "It's got what it takes, So tell me why can't this be love, You want it straight from the heart, Oh tell me why can't this be love!"

It clicks in your head. Both songs played are love songs. Do they really love you? Moon pulls his hat over his head and curls in on himself. You place a gentle hand on his knee. Moon shuffles away from you.

You crawl further into the tiny room "what's going on? Sun said you got an upgrade?"

Moon peeks at you before hiding again "We got an upgrade to our music box. It can now play any song we want. At first it was fine but now? Every time we think about you it plays these songs! We can't stop it!"

You scoot closer to him "Do... do you have feelings for me? I have them for you."

Moon's eyes shoot to yours. 'Dream Weaver" By Gary Wright cuts off Van Halen. Moon blushes brightly "You do?"

You lean forward and kiss his teeth "Yes. I do."

Moon leans into your touch and pulls you close to his frame "Sun is screaming in our head. He says to tell you we are not letting you go tonight."

You laugh "What if I have to pee?"

Moon does not skip a beat "Then you pee yourself."

[ladyeroway]

Gideon, Gideon, Gideon - you are a disaster and I love you. The fact that the dice decide how terrible you are is even better.

We started the night by fleeing a Formless Spawn of Tsathogghua. Our doctor picked up our insane mechanic and we started bolting. It knocked the flamethrower gun out of her hand so we cut off the canister and yeeted it at it. Gideon made a shot to shoot it (using luck to get it down), hit and rolled 1 damage which did absolutely nothing. Our dilettante managed to get a shot that actually had some damage behind it to blow it to smithereens.

We heard gunshots so ran up to help our pilot who was being attacked by a snake person, a normal person and a Hound of Tindalos. Gideon was shot at, dived out of the way, botched and fell down the stairs to the temple again and into a small hole. My boy my sweet boy.

Dilettante helped him out of the hole and they went back down the temple to investigate. He now knows a but of language from a snake cartouche...I am sure that's fine. But he is actually useful at thw deciphering and understanding ancient civilisations. Realising the mummy wasn't there and that the main temple must be close by, we were interrupted by a spire launching itself out of the jungle.

We made our way there and started our descend into it. Gideon botched a spot hidden roll whilst investigating a new cartouche. I pushed the roll and thankfully succeeded because he was a hairs breadth from activating a blade trap....

We then had to deal with a pit of snakes. 3 managed the climb, Gideon decided to follow the dilettante using fire to keep the snakes at bay. Dilettante failed her roll which meant we got attacked. She got bit by a small harmless snake. Gideon however got bit by something poisonous. Thankfully the doctor managed to get the poison out before it did anymore damage.

Then we reached the antechamber. My boy failed so many rolls. Just awful. Thankfully he only got smacked by a 100ft snake but he was just useless. Which is kinda the point of him. The only thing of use he actually did was to shoot one of the eyes of a huge snake statue limiting its petrifying beam. Our pilot and mechanic got eaten by the snake but literally blew themselves out of it from the inside. Our doctor got horrifically injured by a rifle shot. Gideon mostly just ran for cover.

Eventually the beam hit the snake stopping it and that's where we ended!

The group dynamics are really starting to shine. The pilot just mercilessly steam rolls Gideon and he is just "yes, ma'am! Please don't be annoyed by me!" He is definitely closest to the dilettante who is intrigued by ancient knowledge just as much as he is.

It's really fun playing him so far. He is excitable and goofy. He has good ideas but will defer to everyone else. Excited to continue this one!