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kisses4kaia · 1 year ago

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on my knees, foaming at the mouth, begging for more sub coryo

u guys are so funny oh my goodness😭 (slight au where sejanus did not die because we love him🥰) i got a bit carried away as you can see!! but that’s ok !!!! also, university!corio .. okok go read now plz enjoy and reblog :)

being the girlfriend of the winner to the plinth prize whilst simultaneously biting your tongue constantly was no easy feat.

every thoughtless, careless, borderline sexist, comment corio received from older men—and even some of your male peers—along the lines of, “oh, she’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she? bet you keep her on her knees, huh?�� (whilst you were right there, mind you!), infuriated you beyond belief and typically made corio tense up and awkwardly brush them off.

because no, corio did not always keep you on your knees. as a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite. you had him on his knees, every night, begging and pleading for a taste of you. and if he was a good boy, he would get one. you were assertive, not cruel.

you so badly wished you could shut them down, tell them exactly how it is, but you still loved and respected corio, and you knew what might happen to his reputation if that kind of secret got out.

so you kept on biting your tongue.

and tonight, corio’s arm is snaked around your torso and his large palm rests on the small of your back.

you’re at a elite party he was invited to, making friendly conversation with clemensia and sejanus while throwing witty comments back and forth with your boyfriend, when all of a sudden, one of crassus snow’s old friends come up to the both of you and it goes how you would expect; however, this time, something’s different.

this time, he laughs boisterously and nods, agreeing with the crude comment the man made. coriolanus shakes his hand and says “oh, absolutely. would you expect any less from my father’s son?”

you are fucking appalled, and the astounded expression on your face doesn’t do much to hide it.

when the old man whose name you didn’t bother to remember finally leaves, corio finally looks down at you to see your narrow eyes shooting daggers into his.

you say no words and storm off, and he’s hot on your trail. “baby? baby, hold up, slow down!”

you heed no mind to his words, and only stop your stampede when you find an unoccupied bedroom and drag him inside.

it was glamorous, which was to be expected, considering the host of the party was volumnia gaul; she always was one for dramatic flare. the ceiling was high and the walls were crowned in gold paint. the layout was simple, there was nothing but a queen-sized bed, an empty dresser, and bare vanity gracing its presence, all but proving that it was not it use, and perfectly fine for you to punish coriolanus in.

“what the fuck was that?” your voice is scornful and with the way your face twists up and contorts into a look of contempt, he knows he’s in for it.

he stumbles over his words, trying to think of a way he can phrase his words to deescalate the situation, lessen the blow for himself. “i-i’m sorry. i don’t know what i was thinking. please, honey. please forgive me. i’m begging you,”

the last phrase causes you to look up at him before smirking wickedly, “are you?”

you can see it dawn on him, the realization that you really are going to make him beg—the proper way, down on his knees.

he sighs ashamedly before letting his knees buckle, right one hitting the ground, the left following suit.

the slicked back hair on his scalp gleams perfectly underneath the warm overhead lighting the small chandelier provides, and his glossy, devastatingly blue, eyes are boring into yours as his bottom lip begins to quiver ever so slightly.

“i’m so, so, so, fucking, sorry. i’m so stupid, i just didn’t want him to think lowly of my fathers kin. i fucked up, i know, just, please, please, forgive me,”

he sounds like he’s on the verge of tears when he speaks and you can’t help but revel in how hot this all is. having one of the most powerful men in the capitol at your feet, pleading for you, you have to work hard in order to conceal the ache between your legs.

“show me, then.” you turn around on him and walk to the bed, sitting, before crossing your legs and leaning back, dangerous, siren eyes inviting corio to crawl to you.

he doesn’t even hesitate before getting on his hands and knees and desperately pawing at the ground, trying to get close to you again. and when he reaches your sat figure, he grabs your ankles, uncrossing them and pulling your high heels off slowly, all before kissing his way up your calf, and up to your mid-thigh, where the slit in your dress begins. he looks up at you pleadingly, expression reading ‘may i?’ and you could praise him for being so polite if he wasn’t enduring punishment.

you nod slightly, raising your hips just enough so corio could hike your dress up, bunching up at your waist.

his eyes stay on yours, watching you intently as he pulls your delicate, lacy, black and pink, panties down your smooth legs, before gently placing them on the floor next to him.

when you part your legs ever so slightly, the eyes boring into yours spark up with excitement and hope. he finally breaks eye contact when he shuts his eyes and lays his tongue flat against your cunt, lapping up the ego-boosting amount of arousal that’s drooling from your achy hole.

he’s so perfect for you, timing his transitions between fucking into you with his tongue and sucking on your clit just the way he’s learned you like just right, never lingering too long on one part of you.

at this point, you have your legs wrapped around his head tight, nearly restricting his facility to breathe, shamelessly moaning and praising his ministrations. “fuck, yes corio! oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum? yeah? so fucking pathetic,” you spit at him in between borderline moans so pornographic that you’re apprehensive that somebody outside of the four walls you’re in may hear you, but it doesn’t seem to bother you that much, considering the lack of you lowering your own volume.

and the sounds, the sounds are vile, fucking disgusting. his salivated muscle messily dragging all over your labia, his perfectly pouted lips making out with your pussy like he’s in love with it (he is). all of the insanely erotic factors of this moment don’t do anything to hold off your impending release, and with a weak cry of the boy beneath you’s name, sweet syrup leaks out from your tight hole lands onto corio’s anticipating tongue, and you can feel him smile against you at the taste of it.

he drinks it all down in no time and when he continues to lather his tongue all over your clit, not seeming to want to be done, you have to physically pull his head away from you as a result of overstimulation.

he frowns but when he sees the look on your face, your exhausted, satisfied, fucked-out, face, he has to bite his lip to contain his smile.

“i did good?” there’s a special twinkle to his eye, and you find it all-enamoring.

“so good,”

“you forgive me?”

“yes, but next time you pull some shit like that, i’ll jerk you off under the dinner table, you hear me?”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 !#angelnon 🤍#kai's got mail <3📑#young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #corio angel 🪽★#tbosas smut #tbosas #thg smut #the hunger games #tom blyth smut #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #got just a tad bit carried away here.. oops!#kaia writes coriolanus

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nalyra-dreaming · 7 months ago

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I've seen the episode!!!

(Some comments and) SPOILERS!!!!

Louis saying it was a betrayal and that he wants to be punished for it just when he finds happiness again via a hallucination of Lestat is so... ugh. Louis, honey, god. Also him imagining Lestat biting him - as a punishment, but he also wants it so badly, baring his neck, not trying to fight it, offering himself up there, he just wants the connection so badly. 😭 And god, Louis having Lestat call him out on his own denial. Damn. And Louis knowing he invited this Lestat as a distraction.

Also... that was definitely foreshadowing to how Louis will think the trial went.

And of course it would be a bat. Of course.™

Claudia driving them onwards, not giving one shit is just... incredible. Delainey is Claudia.

I was also right that she honed her senses and available gifts, more than Louis has his (which fits)

Daniel calling their plight the hunt for Moby Dick

Claudia is also... beautifully hopeful, and thereby almost desperately (intentionally) naive. She just wants to connect, so badly. To find more of their kind. And closes her eyes to what she sees. *deep sigh*

That "Adam and Even and God" comment was hilarious. Oh man, I cannot wait to see what the show will make of / with QotD and Memnoch etc.

Not only is Louis aware of forgotten memories now, he actively pursues them, and he has apparently read the missing pages before. And knows he has forgotten.

Claudia's diaries are unreliable, too (as predicted). Also, Louis correcting his own tale there, lol. Also: Armand‘s look and suggestion there.

Daniel and his little speech as to how he works… you go Daniel. “Here’s almost all the story“ lol

“Human affairs“

The revenants.... "the blood is bad here" *shivers* - I BET that's already setting up the "turning fails" arc with Amel, right there

God that old vampire connecting with Claudia, and then throwing herself into the fire in despair. God.

Morgan's arc was nicely condensed, the scene fittingly horrific

I live for Claudia speaking all the languages, but I noticed some of the subtitles were wrong

Whoever doubted DM happening... well. Sorry, but I AM seeing it. The looks, the smirks, the bitching.

Also "real Rashid" (lmao) - who, btw, does not wear a mask! What if the encounter with Eudoxia Marius had went differently and this is Rashid?

... someone wanting to buy a tryptich they haven't even put up for sale... *coughs* Marius? *coughs* (I mean, who else would know they have it? Or the Talamasca, maybe)

God that Dubai bedroom screams cage. And Armand controlling even the lights with his little iPad. Someone edit a blender into a screenshot of that scene.

The look Lestat gives Claudia at that last part of Louis' little speech. Devastating.

Also: the "I do I do I do I do I do"... Louis. Sweetie. I mean, I get it, but still.

Armand's comment that the boy from San Francisco is still in Daniel. Now if that is not foreshadowing.

A propos foreshadowing: Louis saying he will not choose the fire while Claudia walks the earth. *help*

"We cannot be the only good ones". Yeah... about that. -.-

Louis being so relieved that what Claudia wrote was not the truth

The. Score.

Louis pacifying Armand there with the little touches at the end. LOL (the whole setup makes me wonder if ARMAND has also forgotten some things btw). Also that little thank you kiss

The Groan. Once more seemingly when Armand is displeased, so it could be a metaphysical manifestation after all, especially since Louis seems to comment on it. (It could also be a red herring, we'll see.)

Daniel‘s “we‘ll get to you“ to Armand (lol)

Louis‘ guilty look to Lestat when he tries to pep talk Claudia 😭

EDIT: there were two very short flahback scenes with a comment to memory, which is setting up the big one later, no doubt about it, ugh

I legit teared up so often.

I have missed them all so much.

It's all I wanted, and more. Cannot wait to scream about it with everyone.

Also, last but not least: can I just say how glad I am our writers are playwrights.

#iwtv spoilers #iwtv s2 #iwtv #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire s2 #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #iwtv season 2 #iwtv s2 spoilers #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #the devil's minion #armand #daniel molloy #devil's minion #iwtv claudia #claudia de lioncourt

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luimagines · 10 months ago

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He Realizes You Like Him Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part two will include Warrior, Wind and Legend.

Content under the cut!

Warrior

To be honest here, Warrior has a warped perception when trying to figure out when someone likes him. Genuinely.

It was harder for him when he was just a boy and as a teenager it didn’t get any easier. Once the war had started it was easy to forget about it for the time being... that it until he leaned the reason for the war.

He realized that he didn’t like that kind of attention. But was that what happened when people liked each other? Was Cia only an extreme version, if genuine? Was she genuine?

He didn’t know. All Warrior knew was that he didn’t feel good when he learned about it and wanted to avoid it again if was within his power.

Now when he met you, he knew that he liked you. He tried to be nice and friendly and be your friend. At first. Then he came to the quiet acknowledgement that if there was a chance to be more than friends that he wouldn’t mind it.

But he had no idea if that was something that you would be up for.

“Are you gonna make a more or what?” Legend jabs him right under the ribs non to gently. “If you ask nicely, I bet you could ask for a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“Shut up.” Warrior swipes at him but it lacks any venom or power behind it. Legend dodges it easily. “They wouldn’t see me that way anyway.

That makes Legend pause. If Warrior was looking in his direction he would see that that Legend is not only looking at him like he’s grown three heads but also like he’s the biggest idiot in all of Hyrule.

“You’re joking right?”

Warrior sighs. “Why would I be joking? We’re just friends... but there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Legend takes a moment to let that sink in before he pinches the bridge of his nose. ”Ok. Wait, so when you see them, do you get nervous or excited?”

Warrior finally looks at the Vet. “I mean... I like their company. I wouldn’t mind if they were next to me all the time. I like them. I like hanging out with them.”

“Answer the question.”

Warrior coughs. “I get excited.”

“I mean yeah- but they also seem to light up like a beacon whenever you see each other.”

Warrior blushes softly. “I think you’re reading too much into it.”

“They literally hung off of your arm for the entire morning.” Legend points out. “They hardly give hugs, let alone attach themselves to someone.”

That gives Warrior pause. He’s right. Warrior’s never seen you step outside of your comfort zone like that- but you were also holding onto him. He was so happy by it that he didn’t even notice it as different behavior.

“They also laugh at all your stupid jokes.”

“Excuse you, I’m a comedic genius.”

“Yeah- whatever. But you’re literally always around each other. Don’t you think that maybe they’re willing to hear you?”

Warrior doesn’t reply.

Legend won’t stand for him trying to justify this to himself in his head so he shoves Warrior behind a bush, not caring if he falls to the ground harshly or not and calls you over.

You jog over and Warrior stays hidden as he listen. Legend seems to have a smirk on his face. You don’t seem to notice. “What’s up Mr. Man?”

“Are you ever going to tell the Captain about your stupid giant crush?”

“SSHH!!!” You jump on him and cover Legend’s mouth with your hands. “Shut up! What if he hears you?!”

Legend’s gets a knowing glint in his eyes. “Is that a no?”

“Shut up!” You flick his nose. “I’m thinking about it. I just... I know that he’s... His past is something that’s a tough subject and I don’t want to make things harder for him, you know?”

“Coward.”

“I’ll punch you.” You glare.

Legend waves you off and you roll your eyes as you leave. Legend takes a step back and looks back at Warrior who’s stuck, slacked jawed on the ground. “Better?”

Warrior nods.

Wind

Wind wasn’t actually paying that much attention when Wild elbowed him non too gently in the ribs.

Wind looks up to swipe at the young man for the jab but he’s cut off by Wild’s mischievous grin and a finger to his lips. Biting the loud retort that sits in the tip of his tongue, Wind glares up at Wild and crosses his arms. “What?”

“Look.” He whispers and gestures vaguely with his chin. Wind turns subtly and looks over with his eyes. You’re look down with a slight blush to your face. you seem very concentrated.

Wind tries to follow your line of sight and sees that your looking at his hand. He’s confused. Why would you be looking at his hand? Why are you looking at it like it’s personally offended you?

He opens his mouth to ask you what’s up when Wild knocks into him again. In The back of his head, he’s amazed that you’re so concentrated on it to miss all of this. Wind glares up at Wild further. “What?”

Wild looks exasperated and rolls his eyes. He takes his hand and hooks it with his other one, pointing to you afterwards. Now Wild’s just being weird. Why doesn’t he just say it? Wind doesn’t get it.

Wild seems to see that and drops his voice even lower. “Hold their hand.”

“Why?” Wind whispers in reply.

Wild face palms. “Because they can’t do it. They’re been trying to for the past fifteen minutes!”

Wind looks back over to you and seem to catch on that you’ve been noticed. You flinch and move away. It looks like you’ve been embarrassed to have been caught despite thee fact you weren’t subtle at all. Wind takes your hand before he can even think about it.

“Oh..” You say and squeeze his hand a little tighter. You open, no doubt to speak again but nothing comes out of your mouth. Instead you smile brightly and swing your hands together a little bit, clearly happy to hold his hand.

Wind still doesn’t get it, but he smiles back at you. You’re cute.

Wild jabs him again and this time Wind actually takes a swipe at the boy.

Wild is undeterred. He gets a face splitting grin on his face and points to you. He mouths ’they like you’ and winks.

Wind furrows his eyebrows and looks back to you and tilts his head. He’d hope that you liked him. He likes you too. You’re really cool and nice and awesome-

You let go of his hand and instead hold onto his arm. You’re purposely looking away from him but you’re humming a happy tune, looking at anything and everything but him. You’re face is still pink.

Wind looks back to Wild who’s only grinning wider and winks again.

Oh.... Wind lets you hold onto him with a slight blush to his face. He thinks he gets it now. He means like that... Um... Uh-oh... What does he do with this information?

Legend

“What do I do?! I really like him!”

Legend froze in his tracks and back tracked the last two.

That was your voice.

...Who do you really like? Exactly?... He’s just curious.

“You talk to him like a normal person?” Your (assumed) friend (unhelpfully) offers.

You seem to not like the answer and groan loudly. “You know I can’t do that!”

“There’s nothing difficult about this. Just say ‘hey, I found a flower. It matched you. Here.’ Done.”

“You make it sound so easy.” You whine and Legend’s heartstring get stung along with it. “I really really like him. I don’t think he even likes flowers. He has this massive collection of anything and everything but flowers!”

“Then tell him you noticed the lack of- and you’re offering to give him the first.” Your friend sounds tired. Legend gets the idea that you’ve either been having this conversation for a long time, you’ve come to them more once for this sort of conversation.

“Why did I come to you?! This isn’t working!” You cry out.

“I don’t know! You’re making this more complicated than it need to be!”

Legend frowns and begins to unstick his feet from where he was eavesdropping. His heart sinks somewhat.

Whoever it is that’s got you in such a tizzy is one lucky son of a gun, Legend admits to himself. He keeps walking through your little village, taking in the little sights and all. It’s quaint and quiet. It’s lovely. He can see how it influenced you to be the person you are.

Legend doesn’t want to think about his own feelings right now so he decides to check out the local lake and go fishing.

He stays there, thinking despite the fat that he’s there to not not think about what he overheard. You seemed so nervous. He’s never heard you so high-strung Well there were a few times. It happens with the work that they do. But never for something as simple as giving a flower.

You must really like this person.

He put his cheek in his palm, not bothering to care if nothing is biting his line. It’s not like he actually came here to fish.

Someone pokes his shoulder.

He blinks out of his trance and looks up.

You’re smiling at him. “Hey. Mind if I join you?”

Legend’s heart bobs without his permission but he smiles back at you. “Sure, go ahead.”

You smile brighter and take a seat next to him on the doc. Legend’s eyes dart to where your thighs are right next to each other, but he’s quick to divert to the lake once more.

“Um..” You start. “Lege... Link...”

Legend nearly lets his fishing rod slip from his grip. “...Yes?”

“Here.” You hold out a very small flower. It’s purple with dots of white splashed around the edges. “I thought you’re like this.”

“...oh...” Legend delicately takes the flower.

“...I noticed you didn’t have any flowers in your collections.” You say quietly. You try to smile wider to feign confidence. It would have sounded natural if he hadn’t heard what he did, but now that he knows the context, it sounds scripted. You had to practice saying it. “Now you can start one.”

Legend finds himself staring at the flower then back to your face with a watery smile. His heart is pounding and he feels like yelling. He wants to take off running. Would it be too much to kiss you here and now? “It’s going to be my prized possession. It’ll be the star of the whole assembly.”

You snort, relaxing a little. “It’s just a little flower.”

“Well yeah...” Legend tucks it safely away for safe keeping. He can never lost this. Ever. “But you gave it to me.”

Part 3

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader

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moonlightndaydreams · 1 month ago

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F*ck Boys Jilix - Version 2

When I think of fuck boy's Felix and Jisung… I picture them like in the following TikTok’s…

Here and Here

… fun, flirty, persuasive, attractive. It honestly stirs up my inner 18 year old when I’d go out to clubs.

↠↠↠ a/n: an alternate version to this V1. just because it's fun to think about.

↠↠↠↠↠↠ this is a re-upload from my blog @daydreams-after-dark

CW: unprotected p in v sex, oral sex, sex toys, threesome, cumming inside.

Your two housemates Jisung and Felix go out every weekend to pick up girls to bring back to the apartment.

It’s usually your chance to stay home, have some special "alone time" with your vibrator. They get back so late and they’re so preoccupied with their latest conquest you could be painting the living room walls and they wouldn’t know. So they'd never know what you're doing to yourself when they return.

So.. as usual when they’re out doing what fuck boys do, you settle on your bed in just your oversized tee. You tend to your own needs. Touch yourself, finger fuck yourself, use your dildo.

What you don’t realise is that Ji and Lix, for whatever reason, come home early (and alone) one night.

And they hear your whimpers. They wonder who you have in your room.

Of course they sneak up to the door, it’s ajar, and they see you fucking yourself slow and deep with your dildo.

Jisung and Felix are mesmerised as they watch your hips rock against the toy. They subconsciously lick their lips when they see your arousal coating it each time you withdraw it from your cunt.

Jisung whimpers. Fuck! He looks at Felix who is biting his lip hungrily.

Your eyes spring open and you lift your head to see the two men staring at your pussy.

“A-are you just going to stand there?” You pant. “I know you know how to fuck a girl good…”

Jisung and Felix look at each other.

“I hear how you make them scream…while I’m here… using a fucking…toy.” You’re actually pretty close to coming. Especially having your friend's eyes on you.

Felix and Jisung exchange a knowing look, and saunter into your bedroom.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so wet.” Says Jisung, not only from the visual, but also how loud the wet noises were coming from you.

“Let’s take this shirt of, yeah? That way we can take care of you properly.”

“You always…always…take care of random girls.” You pant.

“We’re so sorry, baby. Me and Lixi are here now.” Jisung coos as he nestles alongside your now naked body.

Felix lies on the other side of you, and starts to caress your body. He sucks on your nipple as his hands roam your stomach. “What do you think about when you touch yourself.” He whispers.

Should you tell them the truth? That you think about being one of their hookups? One of their conquests?

“Hmph.” Jisung chuckles low. “I bet our pretty baby listens to us fuck girls and imagine it’s her pussy we’re tearing up?”

Your silence followed by a hard swallow gives you way.

Jisung winks at you. “Knew it.” He whispers as his hand reaches down to grasp the dildo.

You draw in a sharp breath and then a long moan when he takes over and starts fucking you with your toy.

Felix releases your nipple with a pop. “Does our good girl imagine sucking our cocks?”

“Yes!” You cry. “Wanna taste your cocks.”

Jisung pulls the dildo from your aching cunt and tosses it to the side, and you whimper in protest.

“Shh… you’ll be filled again soon enough, sweetheart.”

They pull you off the bed to kneel on the floor and stand side by side in front of you. You watch wide eyed as they peel their clothes off and the three of you are completely naked.

They are likes pair of fucking gods. Toned, slender, strong. The sight of their very hard, and surprisingly large cocks has your poor dripping, empty, cunt clenching.

“Is our pretty girl just going to look, or is she going to open up wide?” Felix says softly. “You say you want us. Show us. Show us just how much you have been thinking about our cocks.’

They step towards you and you reach out to take hold of them. You start with Felix, taking him in as far as possible, gagging a little with your overzealous enthusiasm, while you jerk off Jisung with you other hand.

Then you swap, eventually alternating between them several times.

“Baby, you mouth. Fuck it feels perfect.”

“Look how much she can take in.”

“Someone needs to fuck me.” You moan. “Please… fill me up. Make me your slut.”

The two men groan at your filthy request, moving you back on the bed.

Jisung lays on his back while you kneel between his legs and take him deep into your throat. You want to fucking choke on his delicious cock.

“Pop your arse up for me love… that’s it.” Growls Felix, digging his fingers into your hips and guiding the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“Ready?” It isn’t a question for you, but between Jisung and Felix.

Jisung tangles his fingers into the hair on the back of your head and lifts your head until just the tip is inside your mouth. Then, as Felix pushes inside of you, Jisung pushes your head down over his cock.

They fuck you like this. Every withdrawal from Felix, Jisung releases your head up. Every thrust into your cunt is mirrored with your head being pushed down all the way to the base.

They fuck you until you come all over Felix’s cock and then Felix comes all over your back. Then they swap, getting hard again quickly.

“Baby, you feel so fucking perfect. Can I come inside you?” Jisung moans.

“Yes… please…” you pop of Felix momentarily.

“Oh fuck!” You cry as you come again, then feel Jisung spill inside you. Felix follows, coating the back of your throat.

The three of you lay in a tangle of sweaty limbs while you catch your breath.

“I don't think I want to go out on weekend anymore.” Declares Jisung.

You and Felix nod in agreement.

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daydreams-after-dark · 7 months ago

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SORSHA!!! The fuck boy besties Lix & Ji????

Omg, I was talking about them being your besties I know in college maybe roommates but them being besties & fucking you dumb after meeting in a club!🫠🫠🫠

Definitely love your pov of it💯🤌🏽

🎀

Oh no I messed it up 😫😭😭😭 I’m so sorry I misinterpreted your ask 😔🥹 I feel so silly !!!

(Annonie is referring to this ask)

But now I’m having whole other thoughts!!!

Like the three of you live together as housemates. Jisung and Felix usually go out and pick up girls to bring back to the apartment.

It’s usually your chance to stay home, have some special alone time. They get back so late and they’re so preoccupied you could be painting the living room walls and they wouldn’t know.

So.. as usual when they’re out doing what fuck boys do, you settle on your bed in just your oversized tee. You tend to your own needs. Touch yourself, finger fuck yourself, use your dildo.

What you don’t realise is that Ji and Lix, for whatever reason, come home early (and alone).

They hear your whimpers. They wonder who you have in your room.

They sneak up to the door, it’s ajar, and see you fucking yourself slow and deep with your dildo.

Jisung and Felix are mesmerised as they watch your hips rock against the toy. They subconsciously lick their lips when they see your arousal coating it each time you withdraw it from your cunt.

Jisung whimpers. Fuck! He looks at Felix who is biting his lip hungrily.

Your eyes spring open and you lift your head to see the two men staring at your pussy.

“A-are you just going to stand there?” You pant. “I know you know how to fuck a girl good…”

Jisung and Felix look at each other.

“I hear how you make them scream…while I’m here… using a fucking…toy.” You’re actually pretty close to coming. Especially having your friends eyes on you.

Felix and Jisung exchange a knowing look, and saunter into your bedroom.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so wet.” Says Jisung, not only from the visual, but also how loud the wet noises were coming from your cunt.

“Let’s take this shirt of, yeah? That way we can take care of you properly.”

“You always…always…take care of random girls.” You pant.

“We’re so sorry, baby. Me and Lixi are here now.” Jisung coos as he nestles alongside your now naked body.

Felix lies on the other side of you, and starts to caress your body. He sucks on your nipple as his hands roam your stomach. “What do you think about when you touch yourself.” He whispers.

Should you tell them the truth? That you think about being one of their hookups? One of their conquests?

“Hmph.” Jisung chuckles low. “I bet our pretty baby listens to us fuck girls and imagine it’s her pussy we’re tearing up?”

Your silence followed by a hard swallow gives you way.

Jisung winks at you. “Knew it.” He whispers as his hand reaches down to grasp the dildo.

You draw in a sharp breath and then a long moan when he takes over and starts fucking you with your toy.

Felix releases your nipple with a pop. “Does our good girl imagine sucking our cocks?”

“Yes!” You cry. “Wanna taste your cocks.”

Jisung pulls the dildo from your aching cunt and tosses it to the side, and you whimper in protest.

“Shh… you’ll be filled again soon enough, sweetheart.”

They pull you off the bed to kneel on the floor and stand side by side in front of you. You watch wide eyed as they peel their clothes off and the three of you are completely naked.

They are likes pair of fucking gods. Toned, slender, strong. The sight of their very hard, and surprisingly large cocks has you poor dripping, empty, cunt clenching.

“Is our pretty girl just going to look, or is she going to open up wide?” Felix says softly. “You say you want us. Show us. Show us just how much you have been thinking about our cocks.’

Then you swap, eventually alternating between them several times.

“Baby, you mouth. Fuck it feels perfect.”

“Look how much she can take in.”

“Someone needs to fuck me.” You moan. “Please… fill me up. Make me your slut.”

The two men groan at your filthy request, moving you back on the bed.

Jisung lays on his back while you kneel between his legs and take him deep into your throat. You want to fucking choke on his delicious cock.

“Pop your arse up for me love… that’s it.” Growls Felix, digging his fingers into your hips and guiding the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“Ready?” It isn’t a question for you, but between Jisung and Felix.

They fuck you like this. Every withdrawal from Felix, Jisung releases your head up. Every thrust into your cunt was mirrored with your head being pushed down all the way to the base.

They fuck you until you come all over Felix’s cock and Felix comes all over your back. Then they swap, getting hard again quickly.

“Baby, you feel so fucking perfect. Can I come inside you?” Jisung moans.

“Yes… please…” you pop of Felix momentarily.

“Oh fuck!” You cry as you come again, then feel Jisung spill inside you. Felix follows, coating the back of your throat.

The three of you lay in a tangle of sweaty limbs while you catch your breath.

“I think we need to stay in every night and fuck.” Declares Jisung.

You and Felix nod in agreement.

A/n I had to flesh this out!!! It’s rushed but I hope it still came out ok 😘😘😘

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @kangnina

@3rachasdomesticbanana

@palindrome969

@xxkissesforchanniexx

@chuuchuu1224

@fun-fanfics

@wolfennracha

#skz smut #Jisung smut #Felix smut #sorsha after dark #I feel like I messed it up

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onskepa · 1 year ago

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HIIIIII!! I just want to ask if you could do a black ( if you do poc) 6'11 reader who has an avatar that is 9'11, and she's really sassy but in a funny way and also brutally honest way, who prefers animals over people and just don't deal with the omaticaya but weirdly the cln7( including neytiri) loves when she's around bc she's super simpatic ans what i am SPECIFICALLY asking is you could do one where the sullys boys + spider are in love with her but she doesn't know and they don't know if they'll confess which is basically torture for everyone since they have to witness all of this( HELL THEY'RE MAKING BETS)

SORRY IF IT IS TOO MUCH YOU CAN CHOOSE TO TAKE OUT SOME DETAILS IF YOU WANT TO!!!! 🙏

Hello!! sorry for the wait on this one, I wanted to get it right! hope you like it!

Ch1 , Ch2, Ch3

Tstew

"HEY TSTEW! CATCH!" a fruit was thrown and aimed for Tstew's head, which she catches flawlessly. "trying to aim for my head lolo?" she smirks as she takes a bite from the fruit.

Tstew, a pet name given to her, which means brave. She likes the sound and its meaning. gives her a boost of confidence.

"it be pure luck to get a hit" kiri says as she and neteyam jump down from a brach. Lo'ak and spider joined in by coming out of some tall grass. Lo'ak shakes his head and he puts an elbow on Tstew's head. "well if she was a bit shorter, maybe", without saying anything, tstew grabbed him by the arm and threw his whole body down to the ground, landing with an 'OOF!'.

Tstew as she is named by her friends, was much like spider. Born on the planet of pandora, her home, didn't know anything of her birth parents and didn't care to know either. But one thing she is 100% sure its genetic, is her height. Standing proudly tall at 6'11, she over towers almost everyone. Her dark skin makes her stand out even more. Her bright green eyes that reflect pandora's nature. One of her prized assets being her hair. While she never interwoven with the Omaticaya clan, she had adopted their hair styles. Braiding her long hair and decorating it with beads and feathers.

Don't get the wrong idea, Tstew loves and respected the clan and the na'vi. However she believes its best to stay away at a safe distance. After the great battle, there was still tension between the na'vi and the humans who stayed. She didn't want the thin relationship to bend and break. So instead she would rather spend her time with the animals and nature.

Kiri rolled her eyes and spider and neteyam look at their friend with pride in their eyes, "had enough of rough housing? we are going to miss them" kiri said almost impatient. "don't worry kiri, we will make it" tstew replied and she help's lo'ak back on his feet. Neteyam takes lead and guides everyone else to see the herd of prolemuris.

As everyone starts to run and jump to get to the specific location, neteyam and tstew both had ran faster, jumping and swinging from vines. "think you can catch up nete?" tstew shouts as she jumps around. Neteyam laughed as he admires his friend, "I always do!". Lo'ak and kiri were just as fast but can see neteyam's and tstew determination to beat the other.

Finally arriving, the five arrived, huddled together in a branch, using the massive leaves to hide themselves. "ugh, spider, move!" tstew places her chin on top of spiders head, to which makes spider's heart thump a bit. Lo'ak held in a grunt, so he shoved himself close to tstew. "idiot give room! its to tight!" spider frowns as he tries to push back lo'ak. Kiri rolls her eyes and she lays on a branch above from them, "no need to huddle all together" she says.

"SSHH! they are coming!" neteyam hushes the others as the see Prolemuris swinging in herd. All communicating in their own sounds and pass by the kids. Their beautiful colors blending with the forest greens and doing their thing. All the kids look at them in awe as not often do they see those creatures. Kiri and tstew appreciate every chance they get to see them.

"so pretty...." neteyam whispers in awe, "did you say something nete?" asks tstew, neteyam clears his throat and shakes his head. "no, I didn't say anything". Tstew shrugs it all, as unconsciously she wraps her arms around spider, who he is loving the embrace while lo'ak and neteyam glare at him in envy.

tstew's eyes linger on as the view of the creatures fade away into the forest. She tries to swing like them but unfortunately, she only has 2 noodle arms. "that was fun to watch, but we better get back, its almost eclipse" kiri says. So everyone got up and this time, they took their pace slow to head back. Lo'ak turns to tstew with a grin, "excited for tomorrow?", this made tstew light up with glee. "fuck yeah I am! I have waited so long for this! I can use my avatar and bye bye to this stupid mask-oh, sorry spider" she grins nervously. Spider shrugs not offended. "its ok" but spider refuses to admit, he wished he too had an avatar. But the science guys only had enough material to make one more, and Tstew's DNA was compatible.

Neteyam grins, as he too is excited. They can do more things now since tstew was limited to certain things because of her human body. "though I high doubt your strength will be any different tstew" neteyam teases. Tstew took that as a challenge, "oh yeah?! try this!" she full body slams on neteyam as they start to rough house.

though neteyam tries to give tstew a challenge, its a bit tricky since he didn't want to break her mask. And admit he would let tstew win. Kiri scoffs and she warns them to hurry it up. And fair, the sky was starting to get dark.

They made it in time, as the sully kids said their goodbye's to spider and tstew. Both kids got into their base and slept. Waiting eagerly for tomorrow.

NEXT DAY

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"

THIS WILL HAVE A PART 2!

Tstew = Brave

I hoped you all liked it. Lemme know what ya'll think! It will have a sequel for sure!

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marihockstetter · 2 months ago

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biography

Mariana Yamada Hockstetter was born on 16/12/1975 (14 years old). Her mother, Mrs. Hockstetter, divorced her ex-husband, moving to Japan and starting a new life. Which worked at first until she got pregnant with Mariana and her boyfriend/fiancé left her.

Mariana lost her mother in a car accident (the car got on fire) when she was 13. She lived with her grandparents for a while and soon moved to the United States, in Derry Maine after discovering her mother's old family.

She currently lives with her stepfather and with her half-siblings, Patrick Hockstetter & Ryan Lelensky Hockstetter. She loves reading, listening to music and drawing. She is the nerd in class and didn't have many friends before the Losers.

canons of the oc 👇🏻

TW: Mentions of depression, SH, Trauma, Emotional dependence, Adhd & S'A

She and Ryan actually have a good relationship. They talk, have fun and spend time together. Just like a brother should do with his sister.

Weaknesses:

Sensitive, shy, doesn't talk to anyone about her problems, she have a lot of trauma so...bad mental health.

Qualities:

Intelligent, kind, polite, loyal, gentle, a good listener.

Mariana has a bad relationship with Patrick, as everyone knows he is a sociopath and has solipsism. She doesn't like him and hates it when her stepfather tells Patrick to take care of her when they are alone. She has a bad feeling that he might do something to her, Patrick feels no remorse whatsoever, so it would be very easy for him to do something to her

She's small. Really small, like, for her age. She's about 4'4/5'4 tall. And most people mistake her for a 5th or 6th grader. That makes her really angry

Mariana keeps losing her glasses, but she always finds them in the end. She usually leaves them on the bed or on the table next to her.

Her first best friends were Stanley and Beverly. They are like an iconic trio that never leaves each other. Gossiping, laughing, etc.

Mariana probably has a level of depression, after what she went through with her mother's death, etc. She thinks it was her fault that the accident happened and takes it out on herself for that. And she hates talking about it, mentioning it, or seeing some other car getting on fire, she has a trauma with that day. Dont ever mention it when she's around

She hates, hates, HATES when someone touches her without being intimate. She doesn't know how to react, she feels strange and very uncomfortable. Since in the past she suffered unwanted touches from a boy at school

Mariana is very foul-mouthed, she is worse than Richie let's say, she makes dark humor jokes and is always laughing at her own misfortune, in the end she is just trying to let off steam in the form of a joke.

She not only expresses herself with jokes, but also by drawing, showing what she is feeling. She cannot describe it in words, it is a difficulty she has.

Mariana doesn't know how to fight, she hates fights, especially when someone yells at her. She starts crying right away, she has no arguments. And when she does have one, it's only 1 week after the incident. Even if it's not her fault, she always apologizes first.

She shows affection with physical touch and biting, but she doesn't bite by sinking her teeth in, she barely touches you. She gives you nicknames, gets on your nerves. To show how much she likes you.

Basically, Mariana is a sweetheart, treats you well, and gets intimate very quickly. Which ends up being a flaw too. And she is very dependent, she doesn't like to lose anyone in her family, she does her best not to lose anyone's friendship.

She would definitely listen to 'I Bet on Losing Dogs' by Mitski & 'Mary' by Alex g... IT'S LITERALLY HER

She is also very hyperactive, she can't stay still for a minute. And when she tries, she always shakes her legs or makes little screams to calm down.

In the end, Mariana is just a 14-year-old girl who doesn't take life seriously. She does, but I don't know, she wants to be free, live life, have fun with her friends and focus on her studies.

She really likes Belch, really. They see each other as and consider each other siblings. Since Patrick barely looks at her face, and when he talks to her, it's only to bully her. In Belch's case, he treats her like a sister. He has a soft spot for her, she sees him like a big bear. (she also likes Henry too, he treats her like a sis, and she doesnt have an opinion for vic, she thinks he's just a boy she knows. Except for Vic's sister, Alex. They talk all day long.)

tags: @brandonsbloggs @knyontop

(Curiosity: I put my traits in my oc, problems I have and some personality traits 💁🏻‍♀️)

#it roleplay #it book #it movie #it stephen king #the losers club #it fandom

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1800nosleep · 1 year ago

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hii i have this idea about the lost boys with a reader their already in a relationship with (poly or not idm and any gender) but the reader gets hurt somehow and is like bleeding out and the boy/s are trying to help them but they are also struggling with the blood. idk if this makes any sense but i just had a thought. thank you!!

Lovers Lust

the lost boys x reader

warnings; gn! reader, blood mentions, blood loss, vamp activities and duties, biting, can be read as platonic

(a/n) I'm having really bad writer's block so if this is bad or short, my apologizes, also b|c of that this is going to be hc's

So, you got hurt? Here's how to deal with it

do NOT go back to the cave unless you want four grown ass men on top of you wondering where your bleeding from

also your best bet if you have nowhere else to go, go to michael and sam

i hc that lucy has a medical degree / shes a nurse

anyways, if you have to go to the cave, make sure that the boys are gone unless you're into them yelling at you for being injured

its mostly david yelling but whatever

if they are home, man your screwed, good luck

so... their home and honestly they won't notice the blood stain on your clothes or the smell until you sit down and let out noises

then they are literally on top of you trying to find out where you're injured

"babe, where are you hurt?" paul asks first, as marko is trying to gently raise your shirt to find out

them struggling to control themselves won't happen until they get your shirt off and see how much you're truly bleeding

"fuck, I can't, sorry dude," marko says softly as he backs off and gets far away from you

"yeah, sorry babe, I don't think I can handle so much blood," paul apologizes as he too backs off leaving dwayne and david to attempt to help you

at this point, whatever you were using to stuff your wounds is covered in blood and the amount of blood you've lost is probably enough for you to pass out from

dwayne covers his nose and he attempts to help you, he and david have some gauze and some hydrogen peroxide and some needles and thread just in case

"god, alright brace yourself, i'm gonna remove the thing stopping most of the blood," dwayne said softly as david got the supplies ready

dwayne gently removed the thing before david poured some hydrogen peroxide quickly, making you wince and cry out

"sorry, sorry, but we need to clean it," dwayne whispered as he quickly accessed the wound. "damn, what happened?" david is getting all of the stuff ready so they can pack and fix your wound

"some douchebags fuckin' attacked me when I was at the chinese food place," you winced out as dwayne poked around your wound, resulting in you slapping his hand

"sorry!" dwayne exclaimed as david gently and caringly packed your wound as dwayne tried to keep the bleeding to a minimum

"alright, i don't think we'll have to stitch you up," david said as he covered your wound with gauze before taping it to your skin

"thank god" you mumbled as you closed your eyes in relief

SO IN OTHER WORDS, don't go to paul and marko for help, they will not be able to control themselves

go to david and dwayne and get some half assed medical care

THANK YOU FOR READING !!

likes and reblogs are appreciated

please do not repost or steal my work as that is plagiarism and a crime !!

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys david #the lost boys marko #marko the lost boys #kinda gorey #tw: blood

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doctorlombax · 2 months ago

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An Observation on Murder Drones and the Current Landscape of Stories with Female Leads

I’m guessing most of you have probably heard of the terms ‘girl-boss’ and ‘girl-power’ within the last decade or so. I see it a lot with action-based shows that center around a woman as a main character. The idea being that in the past most of our female characters were relegated to one-dimensional and helpless love interests for male leads. Now entertainment companies are realizing that women want to see themselves as the heroes of the story, so they went ahead and… over corrected.

What do I mean by this? I mean now we get shows about heroic women who and kick and punch and beat the boys around them in anything from pool to knife throwing. The lesson that writers should have learned from the past is “hey, let’s balance the skills and flaws of our girl and boy characters”. What they did instead was “okay, we will subvert the trope by having the girl take the guy’s place, and vice versa. She’s the hero and he’s the damsel. Audiences will love it!” Well I don’t. In fact I find it to be miraculously annoying (achievement unlocked: shade thrown).

For one thing, it makes the love story boring. Why would a powerful, kickass woman keep dragging around a guy that always messes up and needs to be rescued? What does he bring to the table? I don’t see the appeal because the writers are too afraid to put in a scene where she actually has to lean on him for assistance, because tHeN shE WouLd be WEAk and ThAt’s MiSOgYny.

And it’s not just about the fact that it makes the ships annoying. Even more to the point, as a woman I find it patronizing. Have you ever watched an adult play a game with a kid, and the kid trounces the adult (because of course the adult will let the kid win) and everybody is cheering the kid on and clapping? It’s sweet and cute when that happens because the person is a child. Not so much when it happens because the person is a girl.

Whenever I see these ‘girl-boss’ and ‘girl-power’ characters who never need to be rescued, always save themselves, and triumph in the face of every hurdle, it feels like the writers are saying to me “You go, Girl. Don’t worry- we’d never give this woman character flaws. That’s like taking feminism out behind the shed and shooting it. We would never bruise your delicate ego by having her be anything less than perfect!”

In the immortal words of Uzi: Bite me.

Speaking of Uzi, let’s get to talking about Murder Drones. I had heard about the show before, but only ended up watching it recently (which was lucky for me, just a couple weeks after the finale aired). For those who aren’t familiar, Murder Drones is an independent animation project on Youtube with 8 episodes, each with a runtime between 20 and 30 minutes. Quick spoiler-free synopsis: Uzi is a teenage worker drone living in a dystopia where her kind are fighting murder bots. She has a confrontation with one of the murder bots which sets off a chain reaction of events that leads her on a hero’s journey.

Uzi is every middle schooler’s edgy emo self-inset character. She’s filled with angst, has daddy-issues, and comes with a tragic backstory that is slowly revealed throughout the series. On the surface, she appears to be the exact kind of character I was complaining about disliking. Not only is she a child prodigy (built a weapon that can injure the murder drones, who up until then were believed to be indestructible) but she’s also far braver than any of the adults around her. And (SPOILER ALERT) she had a demonic form based on powers she inherited from her mother, as well as regeneration and telekinesis abilities (I bet some of you are thinking I made up those last two for giggles).

But she does not fall into ‘girl-boss’ territory. She also has moments of genuine weakness that she does not overcome by herself. She relies on luck, and has to lean on the people around her, specifically N most of the time. This is shocking because N is her male partner in the show. I know many writers of these kinds of girl-power shows balk at the idea of the main girl character being saved by her love interest, but there you have it. Uzi also has a ‘dark-night-of-the-soul’ moment where she needs her mother to pull her out. This is not some invincible character, she is flawed and needs support from those around her.

Now let’s talk a little more about N. On the surface, N appears to be your standard bumbling male-sidekick. He’s goofy, he makes mistakes, and tends to go along with whatever Uzi decides they should be doing at the moment. That being said, the writers clearly weren’t afraid to give him moments of depth and competence. He is silly, but he chooses to be kind in a world that has been incredibly cruel. He can also be protective, and is shown to have good instincts in a fight. N does drink his respect women juice, but it’s not that ultra-processed, high-fructose ‘all-women-are-queens’ garbage. He treats the women around him like people (worth noting that aside from N and Khan, all significant characters of the show are women and girls). He’s kind to them whenever he can be, but he also calls them out when they’re wrong. And when he has to fight them, he doesn’t hold back. He gave Tessa multiple chances to see reason. When she made it clear she wasn’t going to change her mind about killing Uzi, he did not hesitate to cut off her head #ActualFeminism.

I just find it so ironic how a story that touts itself as a cringy, self-indulgent and having ‘Mary-Sue energy’ ended up having one of the most well-balanced dynamics between their female lead and her male deuteragonist counterpart that I’ve seen in recent years. Thanks, Murder Drones.

P.S. Just in case there’s any confusion around my use of the word female, this post and blog are 100% trans inclusive. Terfs don’t even touch this post.

#own posts #murder drones #uzi md #n md

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therealslimshakespeare · 7 months ago

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Here to beg for smutty Gale and Maureen thoughts 🙏🏻🙏🏻 I love those two

Oh Nonnie, I’ve got a whole one shot charted out that i think you’ll enjoy immensely. Oh how I need time to write! However, let me give you this little backstory.

Our girl Maureen was sulking very hard over not being cool enough to be a pilot -those were the credentials as far as she could see- and having not applied herself very well to her arithmetic as a child, she was having some trouble even cutting it even as a bombardier. It was training, she went through a few crews, there were reshuffles, there were people getting nixed and people getting added and out of the fog came one pilot who actually had been at this longer than five seconds.

And he looked like that. He sounded like that. He took himself so seriously like that she wanted to bite him. And Maureen, I’m sorry to say, had been an excellent trophy hunter of men and exotic game only a few peacetime months ago and just because a war was on, she’d experienced no change of inclination.

She tried to buy him a drink. Got turned down. Allowed the petulance she felt for the whole situation to simmer over and fully had a little cry while he sat on the barstools begging her to understand it wasn’t her he was refusing but the liquor. She bought him a ginger ale instead.

And she called him by it every time after seeing how it made him squirm. Like a little boy getting his head pat for being ever so “good.” To Gale this was a pure mindfuck and one he was pretty sure came from him not yet adjusting to integrated life. Something about the way he lost all his bearings around her, admired things he used to hold in contempt when she exhibited them, and even ended up looking forward to a run in with her like some masochistic fool hopes he trips up and gets lashed for it.

When they start more training runs together, he ends up taking her far more seriously. He had to chew her out the first flight -in that horrible and measured way of his that’s so much worse than a yell- about her clumsiness. She cited her new bombsight as the issue, he called her an ignorant little wall flower without enough math skills. Maureen knew when not to cry, and this was one of those times so instead she just asked for help, and there’s nothing Gale Cleven is so susceptible to as the chance for helping people. Maureen also went back to her bunk after that dressing down and rubbed herself off furiously to the recollection of his intensity and the firmest hand she’d ever been shown.

By England they have become expected to be seen together, not in the way of Bucky and Buck or even Ida and Egan, but rather like Blakely and Douglass. Gale has somewhere along the way list count of the number of jeep rides he’s had to put her hands out of his lap and back in hers. That’s another thing he’s not sure how he allowed, technically he didn’t but she kept disobeying and he has dreams -actual dreams!- of taking her over his knee and dishing out a few smacks her father didn’t see fit to give that pert little ass in her flysuits.

He tells Bucky that once, thinking it a safe and generic thought. Bucky howls over it and places a bet on how soon Maureen’s hand stays in his lap and how soon Buck repays her with a handprint to her derrière.

All this while flying missions. It’s a bit fucked, and sometimes they admittedly both haven’t got much left for this nonesense, the skies take it out of them. Although Maureen would best like to combat those blues by having a man between her legs, and somehow, it feels moderately untrue to Gale to just hop on the next one even though she does from time to time. The way he seems either clueless or unsurprised by it is excruciating.

It makes her have a very venomously honest chat with him once when her courage is sufficiently liquified and he’s got no mission tomorrow. She asks if he loves Bucky instead and the man about swallows his tongue. “I’d understand-“ she’s very firm about it while Gale protests too much. The short of it is some admittance to not being in the market for girlfriends while fighting a war, the fact a kiss between them could get both court marshaled and well, yes, maybe what he needs he gets from his friendship with Bucky. He’s never been in love before and does she really expect him to suddenly learn to do it both ways?

She does. Even after telling him quite strongly that if her were to ask, Bucky would give that friendship to him “both ways”. Which is another topic to get court marshaled about and Gale says goodnight….After having let her chew on his earlobe an indefinite amount of time while she was suggesting this filth. He ends up back in the showers doing what used to be an occasional self care and is now and almost nightly occurrence.

And then. Egan is drunk, Candy is drunk, Biddick is drunk. One of them asks get to punched so they can feel something. One is reluctant as that’s a crazy ass thing to ask. The other is delighted at the opportunity to do so with no repercussions.

And that’s how Maureen badly hurts her hand on Bucky Egan’s face. While Egan goes to meet the new CO, a little knocked about and mildly dazed, Maureen gets hauled to the base hospital by Gale to get those busted knuckles sorted. It’s not a dire emergency, not even worthy of taking staff away from those who need it -this Maureen insists and maybe the staff agrees as after Cleven tells them he’s looking for gauze and antiseptic, they tell him it’s in the back room, have at it major.

And while back there, watching his intent little face cleaning her cuts and his voice gently berating her foolishness and also admiringly asking how she learned to punch like that -she tells him,

“Did you know I’m ambidextrous?”

And that’s how Gale Cleven got his first handjob in the backroom of the hospital.

#long story long #i don’t have a smitty headcanon list in my head yet but have this #Gale x Maureen #masters of the air #those who can #Gale Cleven

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bluegekk0 · 10 months ago

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Not me imagining the beans(Lewk, Milo and Asta) are balls of energy! I bet they have their calm moments, but I can't get over how cute it is to see them jumping up and down with their arms in the air demanding upies! 🥺

Anyway, Question; How difficult was it to raise the kiddos? I bet Grimm and Wyrm had their hands full! 🤭 Hehehe!

Lewk is definitely very energetic, he can't sit still and wants to be involved in everything his family and other Dirtmouth residents do. He's at the age where he can run and jump around, and even glide a little bit with his wings, so he gives the family a lot of headaches, even if he's generally a very sweet kid. Since Hornet is probably the most agile in the family, it's usually her job to tire him out so that he can fall asleep. Lewk enjoys playfighting a lot, and because Asta and Milo are still young, he has to be gentle with them. But Hornet? She's older and stronger, so she's a worthy opponent. Grimm also often takes that responsibility, I like to imagine he playfights with Lewk similarly to how you'd do so with a cat - with just one hand, since it's so big compared to the cat. I love the mental image of Lewk grabbing and biting Grimm's hand and forearm in a playful manner. Once he gets tired enough, he sleeps like a little baby for the rest of the day, but the next morning it starts all over again.

Like I mentioned, Asta and Milo are still very young. They can walk around, even trot on all fours for short distances, but they mostly stay in their little blanket nest and sleep. Asta is the more curious and energetic one of the two, she's also physically much stronger, so keeping an eye on her is important since she will inevitably crawl out of the nest and try to follow someone outside. She'll playfight with Lewk occasionally, though due to their size and strength difference there are times where Lewk goes a bit too far and accidentally hurts her, which is a sign that Asta's playtime is over. But that doesn't stop her from initiating the "fights", usually by biting Lewk's tail.

Milo is weak and a bit sickly, he spends a lot more time curled up in the nest and sleeping while cuddling a stuffed toy. He is very curious of the world around him, but unlike Asta, he's comfortable just watching everyone from the safety of his warm blankets. He can't keep up with his sister, and especially with Lewk, so they have to slow down for his sake whenever he joins them in playing. But generally he much prefers to stay away from playfighting, and if Grimm or FPK are in the room, he will "meow" at them until they pick him up and cuddle him. He's very close to both of them, and they give him a lot of attention since they're always worried about his well-being. He's definitely a mama's boy type.

Grimm and FPK have their hands full, you're absolutely right, and they did so especially with Lewk since he was their first child together (and Grimm's first child ever). There was a lot they had to figure out, and Lewk's seemingly limitless amounts of energy didn't help. They both experienced plenty of moments of panic when they saw him climb the furniture and try to jump off and fly, especially FPK who's very paranoid in general (Grimm is as well but he's much better at hiding it). But they couldn't be happier about raising him, so it's not a surprise that Grimm suggested having another kid not even a full year later.

They couldn't have predicted that they'd have twins this time around, and two kids means double the responsibility. Luckily they were already far more experienced at that point, so it came to them a lot more easily. Milo definitely made them very worried, he took his time to hatch from the egg and they were scared that perhaps he didn't make it, but eventually they welcomed him to the world. Of course, with his sickly nature they still had to keep a very close eye on him, the first few weeks after hatching are a very important period so they made sure he was getting enough rest, food and care. Asta was a lot stronger, though they gave her just as much attention to make sure she was growing healthy as well.

I mentioned it before, but I have no plans of aging the kids anytime soon. I like the ages they're at currently, they add much needed variety to the family. Lewk is about a year and a half old, and he just started going to school (yeah I'm 100% going with the idea that Quirrel runs a little school for the Dirtmouth children in the town, it's cute and gives him something to do in the AU, since I decided to keep him alive haha). Asta and Milo are roughly two months old, they opened their eyes a while ago and can now say a few words, but are still very much tiny babies that need a lot of care.

At some point I do want to draw some kind of chart showing the growth rate for the kids, but generally I imagine they grow rather quickly in the first year, and then gradually slow down. And since both of their parents are immortal, they eventually stop aging at a certain point, just like Hornet and Holly did. But for now they're still babies, and I want to keep them that way.

#ask stuff #feral pk au #save #lewk #asta #milo

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starlahuskyz · 8 months ago

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Chances - Chapter 17

Summary: Marko and Jordan go for a night out with the boys, and things are all over the place. Withheld secrets, familiar yet mysterious figures, and bottled up emotions confuse them.

I'm back with a longer chapter, I'm trying to make longer chapters for you guys so I hope you guys like it.

Chapter 16 <<< >>> Chapter 18

TW// Vomit, Stalking

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It had been roughly a month since Jordan’s “initiation” via jumping off a bridge and she had started spending a majority of her time with the boys ever since. And her relationship with Marko had also blossomed a lot ever since their first kiss. It’s sickeningly sweet, they had become inseparable and were always trying to be with each other no matter what.

Either way, this night was like any other. The boys and Jordan were all in the cave just enjoying the night, David sitting in his wheelchair as usual, Marko and Jordan sitting on the old couch together watching Dwayne and Laddie play fight with Paul instigating.

“Ladies, and gents! You are about to witness the fight of the century! One like never before!” Paul sits on an elevated beam in the ceiling of the cave and points towards the entrance of the cave. “On this side, the big man himself, the predator, the king of the jungle, the man who will fold you in half like a lawn chair, DWAYNE!” He plays a tape on the boombox of some rock music meanwhile Dwayne boasts and makes a grand entrance. Marko cheers for his brother leaving Jordan to roll her eyes. “And in this corner we got, the little man, the smallest vampire, a child who gives the gremlins a run for their money, the creature who will bite your ankles and never let go, LADDIE!” He continues playing the tape and Laddie makes his grand entrance as well. He smears what appears to be some kind of war paint on his face and growls in dominance. Jordan cheers him on, as she had been training him for this very moment and Marko only laughs thinking it’s curtains for Laddie. Paul jumps from his spot and stands between them, “Alright guys, I want a clean fight. No hitting above the shoulders, no throwing each other around, no wet willies, no noogies, no using fire, and no swearing.” The three of them look at each other for a moment and throw their heads back in laughter. “I’m joking, THERE ARE NO RULES AROUND HERE! Except for killing each other or touching David cuz he’s a party pooper.”

“Just shut up and fight already!” David barks while lighting a cigarette.” And with that Paul backs up and begins his countdown. Marko and Jordan meanwhile place their bets on who will win. “Dwayne’s gonna crush that kid, Laddie ain’t got a chance.” Jordan scoffs, “You only say that because he’s big. He’s at a disadvantage cuz Laddie can zoom around much faster than he can. And…he bites.”

Marko looks at Jordan and smirks “You wanna make a wager on that?” Jordan looked at him with her eyebrow raised “Depends…what are we wagering?”

“Loser has to take the other out for dinner.”

“You’ve got a deal.” Jordan grabbed Marko’s hand and shook it with conviction. At the same time, Laddie was being thrown straight in their direction and onto Marko’s lap.

“Sorry, uncle Marko.” Laddie looked up at him before getting off of him, but before he could continue his battle, Jordan stopped him and gave him some advice. “Give him hell bud, remember what I taught you. Don’t let him grab you, and if he does then bite him wherever you can reach.” Laddie nods in confirmation and with a battle cry he runs back at Dwayne. Paul walks over and plops himself onto Marko’s lap much to his dismay and says “So, how are my two favorite love birds doing? Enjoying the show?” Marko huffed and shoved Paul off of him. “I would be enjoying the show, if you didn’t put your fat ass on me.”

Paul put his head on Marko’s lap “Thank you for the compliment babe.” Marko lets out the tiniest growl in frustration and Jordan pats his head running a hand through his golden curls. While the twins bicker between each other, Jordan watches the fight and sees Laddie using string lights to tie Dwayne’s feet together while he has trouble reaching for the little rat. After bounding Dwayne’s feet together, he yanks the lights and sends Dwayne falling onto his side. He then grabs a metal rod and starts beating him like a piñata. Paul and Marko laugh like hyenas at the display in front of them. It’s short lived however, Dwayne grabs the rod and frees himself. He throws the rod aside and with a firm hold of the boy's ankles he spins around at a dangerous speed making the others laugh at the display. It even gets a chuckle out of David.

At the same time, Michael and Star entered through the mouth of the cave entrance and saw what was happening. Michael started laughing along with the others, Star on the other hand was less than pleased. “Dwayne! Stop whatever this is and put Laddie down now!”

Dwayne and looked over and sighed exasperatedly “We were only having fun, Star.” He finally put Laddie down on his own two feet, only for him to fall over due to his dizziness. Paul got up and put his hands up “We will have to put this fight on hold for now, but it was fun while it lasted.”

David rose from his chair surprised by Michael and Star’s arrival. “What brings you here? I’ll assume you came for Laddie?” Michael walked up and picked up the dizzy child and Star explained “We didn’t have any plans tonight, so we came to get Laddie now instead of later.” Laddie finally came to and groaned, “Do I have to? I wanna stay and play with Dwayne.” Star wiped the paint off of his face and said “I know you do sweetie, but we have to go.”

“Do you have to? Why can’t we just spend the night together? We are all one big family right?” David raised his eyebrow questioningly. Paul gets up and races to throw his arm over Star’s shoulders “Cmon! Pleeeaaaassseee?”

“It can’t have been that long since we’ve hung out…right?” Michael asks, David comes over slinging an arm onto Michael's shoulders.

“It’s been too long, one night won’t hurt you, Michael.” David stared at Michael with his icy blue eyes making him stiffen up, David’s gaze was enough to put a slight twinge of pressure on his mind.

“I mean, I guess you’re right. But what would you guys even wanna do?” Paul raises his hand, having an idea for a potential night plan.

“I say we go to the boardwalk and have some fun, and since we got some lovebirds in the building we can have a sappy couple’s night while we are at it.” Everyone looks at each other and Michael speaks first.

“Boardwalk sounds good, I don’t know about the whole couple’s night though…” He looks at David who he already knows is gonna third wheel the crap out of Michael and Star's fun tonight. Star then asks “Wait, if this is supposed to be a couple’s night…who’s going to watch Laddie?” Paul strolls over and takes Laddie right out of Michael’s arms.

“Don’t worry sweetie, me and Dwayne will watch him. And if we end up getting busy then I’ll hand him over to Jordan and Marko if they aren’t busy eating each other’s faces on the beach.” Jordan pipes up.

“If you think I’m bothered by you airing that out to everyone then you’re wrong, and for your information, I like eating Marko’s face.” Marko gets up and pulls Jordan up with him.

“He’s trying to get a rise out of you, don’t bother.” He makes his way past the others towards the exit of the cave and punches Paul on the shoulder to get him back for the comment. Paul only giggled and walked over to Jordan. “Don’t take it personally, I’ve eaten his face plenty of times too…” Jordan only gave him a side eye and just walked off in a huff.

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The boardwalk was as busy as ever, plenty of people swarmed the area looking for some fun for the night. Everyone had gone their own separate ways to do whatever activity they wanted to do. Michael, Star and David went to check out some shops, Paul and Dwayne went to take Laddie on some rides, and Marko and Jordan were just walking around looking for something to do. As they walked through crowds of people, they held each other’s hands as a way to not get separated.

Jordan was the first to ask about what to do, she hadn’t quite planned to go to the boardwalk tonight so she was pretty much out of ideas for the time being. “So, you got any ideas for any mischief you wanna get up to?”

Marko scoffed “Mischief is my middle name. Of course I have some ideas, we got an hour or two to kill. Let’s hit up the haunted castle ride and scare the shit outta some stupid teens.”

“Ugh, I don’t like that ride…I say we do something else.” Marko raised an eyebrow and pulled Jordan aside towards the railing abruptly. He looks at her incredulously and Jordan stares back confused “...what?”

“So you’re telling me, you’re a scary vampire who could easily rip out anyone’s throat and yet you’re scared of a wimpy ride for kids? That’s adorable…” He put his hands on her face and squeezed while gushing about her fear of the ride.

“Shut up! I’m not scared of the ride…I’m just scared of a very specific thing that isn’t exclusive to scary rides but just so happens to be on that ride.” She pulled away from him and he just laughed.

“Yeah, you can't stand spiders. Like the one that was in your room.” He then put a hand to head mimicking, albeit in a very exaggerated manner, what happened that night. “Oh, my sweet and strong husband, Marko! Save me from this HORRIBLE BEAST!”

“You know I didn’t say it like that, and also screw you because that spider was scary looking.” She crossed her arms while he placed his hands on her hips pulling her close.

“Well, no matter what you gotta admit…I did get rid of it. I was brave and you know it.” He left a peck on her nose while grabbing her hand and pulling her somewhere.

“Wait-where are we going then?” He didn’t even look back at her and just kept walking along taking her god knows where.

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Eventually they found themselves at the entrance of the sky glider ride, Marko always told her it was a good way of scoping out a good meal and throwing paper balls at random strangers just for the hell of it. As they approached the ride vehicle to board it, the ride operator gave Marko a look of what seemed to be annoyance. While he didn’t say anything to his face, Marko kept his gaze on the operator even as he and Jordan boarded. As they started moving upwards they could hear a distant yelp from the operator who was freaking out over…something.

“The hell was that about?” Jordan looked at Marko who was busy looking at the many people beneath him.

“I don’t like that guy, so I gave him a rat.” He smirked while scoping out for a victim.

Jordan remembered how vampires could perform mind tricks on people and let out a huff. “That’s right…I never understood how that stuff works.”

“It’s easier than you think, it’s all about getting into someone’s mind and finding their weakness. Once you do, you can toy with them all you want.” He leaned over and draped a heavy arm over her shoulders. Marko still didn’t really understand how Jordan could manage to block him off mentally, it takes a lot of tension and effort to keep a vampire out. He took it as a sign that she was hardly vulnerable to anyone, weakness was not an option for her. Despite that, Marko was still determined to find out what she was truly like, for as much as he already loved her he didn’t really get to see a more vulnerable side to her. To say he craved being the one to know all her secrets would be an understatement. He spoke again “Speaking of weakness, what would you say is yours?”

Jordan looked at him “My weakness? Why would you wanna know that?”

“Relax, I don’t plan on doing anything bad, I just wanna know. If you plan on being my mate, you’re gonna have to let me into that head of yours at some point. You can’t hide your secrets forever.” He intertwined his fingers into her raven hair and leaned into her side, nipping her neck slightly. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.

“Maybe later, not right now though.” She looked off into the ocean watching as the piers in the distance casted subtle lights onto the ocean’s surface.

Marko rolled his eyes, feeling a twinge of frustration. “Why do you say that?”

“What do you mean?” She looked at him confused.

“Whenever I ask about your past or anything intimate, you always say you’ll tell me next time. But next time never comes. Why can’t you tell me now? Are you scared I’ll do something?”

Jordan cringed, she thought about how all of her problems stemmed from her giving out too much info all at once. Allowing for anyone to slink on by and have her wrapped around their fingers. Although she still did realize how unfair it was to stay completely bottled up. Especially considering how Marko has been with her this past month. So she decided not to leave him in the dark this time and tell him something.

“I know I say that a lot, but it’s not because I plan to keep it to myself forever. It’s because I always say too much and end up getting in trouble. So I don’t wanna say too much at once, even if we are dating I don’t want to take any chances with my luck. Knowing me, I feel like I just make things worse when I overshare.”

“Okay, but what if I WANTED to know everything about you? If you only leave little crumbs for me I’ll starve. You don’t want to make a cute little guy like me go hungry do you?” Marko gives her his best puppy eyes and she chuckles.

“You’ll be okay, I’ll tell you one day. Only thing is that I hate sharing information that either puts me or someone else in danger. If it ain’t anyone else’s problem, then no one else should have to know.

Marko raised an eyebrow at that statement, he was starting to make efforts in trying to piece together what might’ve caused her to be this way. “Well…will you tell me one day? Please? I’ll be a good boy for you, I promise.”

“One day, although it’ll have to be a time where I can tell the other boys too. I feel like they’d kill me if I left them out of some important information like that.” She ruffled his curls and he gave a little purr.

“Alright, I hear you loud and clear.” Marko pulled a paper out of his pocket and crushed it up “Hey, check this out.”

Jordan watched as he pointed at Dwayne and Paul who were sitting on a bench with Laddie and with scary precision, he chucked the crushed up paper ball at Paul’s head and she watched as he yelped in surprise, startling the others.

“DAMN IT MARKO QUIT THROWING SHIT AT MY HEAD!” Paul threw the ball right back in Marko’s direction but he was able to catch it much to Paul’s dismay.

“How often do you do this to him?” Jordan asked.

“A lot. It’s pretty fun, here, try it out.” He placed the ball into Jordan’s hand and she took to looking for someone to hit. So many targets presented themselves to her, but before she could set her eyes on anyone in particular, she felt it again.

That feeling…she felt someone watching her, even though Marko had his eyes on her, that’s not what this was. She snapped her head behind her and saw the ride vehicle following, but there was nothing. So she continued looking around, she was getting tired of whatever this feeling was. It was creeping her out, and she hated that she could never find the source. She looked around through the crowds trying to find it, and something had caught her eye. It was a lonesome person watching her, she couldn’t make out any specific features on them…except for a brightly colored clown mask that was almost verbatim to the clown seen on the Loof carousel’s walls. Jordan froze in place and stared back at the figure. There was no movement, they just stood there and stared…Jordan felt herself break into a cold sweat, all other noise around her was being drowned out and she could only focus on the mysterious person. There was something familiar about them, nothing she could see, it was more of a feeling. She could tell something was off, there was a sense of control that this person had over her despite how they were nowhere near each other.

The ride was beginning to descend and Marko was watching as Jordan was in a trance staring at something, but even as he looked to see what she was staring at…nothing. He began to shake her shoulder trying to get her to snap back to reality. “Hey, Jordan. You alright?”

At that moment, Jordan experienced a horrible surge of pain through her head, she could hear the distant whispers of someone talking to her. However, the pain made it impossible to discern, and finally upon getting off the ride, she ran off in a rush to get away. As if running will make the pain and voices go away. Marko, being caught off guard, ran after her.

“Jordan, wait!” But his yells were futile, she ran out of view and he didn’t know what to do. He reached out to the pack bond letting the others know what happened.

“Guys, Jordan ran off. I don’t know where she went but something happened.”

“Damn dude, the hell did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything, Paul!”

“Relax, she couldn’t have gone far. We’ll split up.” David remained calm and stomped out a cigarette he was working on.

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Jordan sat inside a restroom stall, her headache had gone away but she stayed there feeling a mix of emotions. Her headache had made her nauseous to where she emptied out the contents of whatever was in her stomach into the toilet in front of her. She was confused, first it was just a simply uneasy feeling and now it’s a sign of pain coming her way. She exited the stall, walking up to the mirror that was full of scratches and vulgar messages. She felt herself upset remembering how she can’t even see herself in the mirror, she wasn’t at her parents house so there was no way to even make her feel remotely human. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t let herself fall so easily so swallowed her feelings and stood tall.

She heard the door to the restroom swing open and to her surprise, it was Star. “Jordan, what happened? Marko is worried sick about you, why did you run off?”

Jordan was at a loss, she didn’t really think about the fact that she literally ran off without warning. “I uh…I had to handle some business.”

Of course Star didn’t buy it, and she smelled the faint smell of vomit which repulsed her. But the trail of blood mixed into it gave her the extra bit of context she needed, she gave Jordan a look of disappointment. “Why did you lie?”

“I didn’t lie, I said I had to do some business but I never specified what kinda business I was talking about.” Jordan went back into the stall she left to flush the toilet realizing her mistake.

“Why couldn’t you say you got sick?”

“I wasn’t, it was a bad headache which turned into nausea..”

“What caused your headache?” Star approached Jordan placing a hand to her forehead checking her temperature.

“I’m not sure, I felt someone watching me so I looked around to see who it was, next thing you know, boom, headache.”

“Who was watching you?”

“Some creep…if I catch that guy in the act then I’m gonna pull his tongue out his ass.” Star sighed and grabbed her hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Listen, if you have anything you need to talk about, come talk to me. I don’t know what’s up with you, but you need to relax. I can feel how tense you are all the time.”

“Thanks, Star. Things have been getting weird lately, maybe I will come see you at some point. I’m pretty sure I could write a book about all the shit I’ve been through.” Star smiled and took her hand leading her out of the bathroom. Upon exiting, Marko made an instant beeline to Jordan giving her a bone crushing hug and asking plenty of questions.

“Jordan, are you alright? What the hell happened? Someone do something to you?” Jordan hugged him back and reassured him that she was okay.

“I’m fine, Marko. Just had a moment, got sick in the bathroom that’s all.” Marko pulled away in anger.

“Who did this? You were staring at something, I don’t know what it was but you were fine until you saw…whatever that thing was.”

“If I knew who it was then I’d handle them myself, I saw someone but I couldn’t make out any specific details on them. It’s not worth the trouble.” Marko huffed in frustration and led Jordan away to meet up with the others with Star following close behind.

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After everybody settled from the minor situation with Jordan, everyone left to go feed. Michael, Star, and Laddie also came to get their fix of blood to keep them somewhat sane. They found a group of tourists camping in a forest a little too far from civilization, and made a quick and easy meal out of them. Most of the group settled onto the camping chairs left out, with others rummaging through the tents and coolers checking for any potential goods. Paul had managed to find a pack of marshmallows in the tent and ripped them open, while Laddie left to go find some sticks to put them onto. Michael had been telling the others about what’s been going on in his home life while everyone listened. Jordan had grown interested after learning about how Michael met the boys and became the way he was, she asked him questions about how he adjusted to such a change.

“How did your family react to you becoming a vampire?” Jordan asked while cozying up with Marko who was purring quietly at the affection.

“Well…when you have a brother who hates any kind of monster, you can imagine how well he took the news. But we didn’t tell mom about it at first, we were gonna try to undo the curse but that of course didn’t go so well.”

“You really should’ve just joined us, and I’m still waiting.” David sat across from Michael smoking a cigarette. Michael only rolled his eyes.

“You don’t give up, do ya David?”

“Hell no, I care about you Michael. There may have been bad blood between us but I still want you.” David smirked at Michael, Jordan noticed the faint blush on Michael’s face when he said that. The group went quiet for a minute.

Paul and Laddie came back to the group with marshmallows and sticks in hand and they both settled down with the others. “Hey I got an idea, why don’t we play a game?”

“I’m not playing spin the bottle…” Dwayne immediately said.

“Um, I wasn’t gonna say that you dirty boy. I was thinking truth or dare instead.” Paul looked at everyone and watched as nobody objected. “Fantastic, who wants to go first?”

Nobody volunteered and so with a huff Paul said “Fine…I’ll go first. David, truth or dare?”

David flipped off Paul and the others laughed.

“Alright party pooper, okay then. Marko, truth or dare?”

Marko thought for a moment “Dare.”

“I dare you to show your girlfriend your method of eating-” He caught himself before he could say what he meant to say, he saw Dwayne give him a look as there was a child present. “Never mind scratch that, I dare you to tell Jordan about the kind of art you’ve been making about her lately.”

“Dude you can’t be serious…” Paul smirked at him, Marko sighed and proceeded to explain in great detail about the many paintings he’s been making of Jordan. She was pleasantly surprised but also wasn’t, she had always had a hunch he was a bit of an artist.

“Does that explain the paint your face is covered with when I see you sometimes?” Before Marko could confirm Paul answered for him.

“It’s mainly because he makes out with the painting before he can let it dry because if Marko likes anything, he loves it wet.”

“PAUL!” Dwayne covered Laddie’s ears meanwhile everyone else either laughed, choked or felt second hand embarrassment.

“That’s slander Paul! I don’t do that shit.” Marko got up to confront Paul who only kept on laughing.

“You did it once though! You know it!” Marko proceeded to grab a stick and start beating the shit out of Paul with it.

Jordan only watched in confusion as Paul shrieked like a girl as he kept getting his ass handed to him by Marko and thought about how her boyfriend was potentially making out with paintings of her. Marko finished roughing up Paul and got back up to sit with Jordan except he was a little embarrassed to cuddle back up with her. Paul sat up again and spoke.

“Okay, I think we are all good now. So Marko, it's your turn.” He pointed to Marko who let out a small growl.

"Jordan, truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Jordan was gonna say dare initially, but she thought about her conversation with Marko earlier and wanted to give him a chance to ask her about something. She thought telling him one little thing won't hurt-

“Tell me about how you became a vampire…”

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undertale-writing-times · 11 months ago

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I saw a question about a vampire, so I thought, why not the skeleton boys' reactions to a s/what is the queen (or princess) of vampires?

Like her being the first vampire and giving rise to all the others (in case she is the queen)

Sure! Thank you for the ask :D

Sans: Honestly? He thinks that it's interesting. Vampires were kind of like monsters to humans! To monsters, vampires aren't that dangerous as they didn't have any blood! Just magic. Since she was the very first vampire, she was the start of it… Sans has a lot of questions. How old is she? How did she turn someone? What 'rules' of vampires are real and what was created by humans? Expect a lot of puns, too.

Papyrus: He doesn't really know much about vampires, so he would have to learn a lot about them! Sort of like how if stuff falls, she would have to pick it up! That's something that he learned. He finds it funny, as he does the same thing! Learning that she has to drink blood makes him sad because he doesn't have any blood that he can share with her :( he's just bones and magic.

Blueberry: Exciting! He now starts to carry around an umbrella at all times, just in case! Since she was the first, how powerful is she? What can she do? He has a lot of questions about her powers, and wants to have a play fight! More or less just to see what she can do. He's more powerful than he admits or shows.

Stretch: Huh, that's pretty fang-tastic, Y/n. I mean, at first he thought it was weird, but he learned how to suck it up. Did it at break NECK speed. Heh… eh, whatever, he'd suck-cumb to his stupid puns. Okay, for real though, he thinks it's strange that she's a vampire, and he has a lot of questions, but he wanted to make the jokes first.

Red: Heh… hot. I mean, what? No, he didn't say that! He thinks it's cool that she's so powerful, and wants to learn more about what she can and can't do… could she go out into the sun? If so, sweet, if not, then he might have to think about some date ideas. And, you know, he kind of wants to know where she gets the blood that she drinks.

Edge: Ah, yes, together they would be so strong! He loves the fact that she's a vampire and so powerful. He doesn't even care that she's probably stronger than him because that's a big deal for him. If anything, he kind of likes the fact that she's stronger than him. It helps him learn how to be even stronger himself. If she turns into a bat, he'll carry her around.

Lord: He would start to read up on vampires and learn their pros and cons. They're very powerful, it seems, but also weak with their weaknesses. If she's powerful enough to ignore the weaknesses, then he'll be happy, but he'll still keep them in mind just in case. He likes feeling useful and taking care of people! Though the blood stuff is… strange to him. He can ignore it easily.

Mutt: Hehe sharp teeth buddies! >w< I bet they would love how sharp her teeth are and will sometimes playfully bite her. They make sure to not bite too hard or anything! And they like it whenever she turns into a bat cause of how soft she is… the blood would be kind of gross to them, tbh.

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hii! i wanted to request something with wendy and jonah bc omg their friendship is so precious to me and i need more of them :’)

i’d love for wendy to be the sickie (emeto and high fever pretty please?) and i was thinking jonah could maybe find out she’s really not doing well bc she’s kinda delirious over text and not making any sense? adding vince as a second caretaker would also be awesome teehee but no pressure!

also if you hate this idea then literally anything wendy+jonah would be good enough lmao i just love their friendship so freaking much 🫶🏽

I loved this idea! People have been asking for some sickee Wendy for a while, so I hope this one delivers! TY for the request 💕

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It had been ages since Jonah had last gone out with Wendy. Between Vince's car accident, their opposing schedules, classes starting back up and everything else, he couldn't remember the last time they had talked despite being on joint medical duty every other night.

Jonah smiled as he felt JD rubbing between his ankles, circling him. He crouched down, petting her behind her ear and heard a huff.

"Don't give this traitor attention, Jasmine Dean Wagner," Leo scoffed from the couch. He had his arms crossed and was pouting and while most of it was played up for the sake of humor, Jonah knew part of it was real too.

"You go out with the guys all the time," Jon smiled, picking up the kitten and planting a kiss on her little head, carrying her back to the couch.

"It's not the same," Leo said, reaching to snatch the cat and snuggling her to his chest, "none of the boys are trying to steal me away from you."

"And Wendy is?" Jonah rolled his eyes and leaned in, planting a kiss over Leo's pout, "no one is stealing me away. Don't wait up," leaning over the couch, almost upside down, he planted a kiss on Leo's forehead and gave JD one last scratch behind her ears.

"I'm changing the locks while you're gone!" Leo yelled behind him, but Jonah ignored it.

Wendy was waiting for him outside her building and she was dressed for the thirties. Gone was the jeans and frilly shirts he saw her wearing in between shifts, today she was clad in a puffy short dress that caused him to roll his eyes in an amused manner.

"Ariana Grande called, she wants her closet back."

"She can come fight me for it," Wendy smiled, entering the car, "I'm so excited."

There were certain hobbies he could only indulge with Wendy. Leo, with much pleading, might watch an A24 movie, but he didn't like it. Going to an amateur queer cinema showing? That was out of question.

Wendy, in the other hand, was jumping up and down with excitement, her arm locked with his and talking nonstop about all the new artists.

It was in a dimly warehouse, the type of place Jonah would never step foot in. Wendy had been the one to find out about them and she was the one who had the tickets.

"Just pick wherever you want to sit and don't forget to cheer and clap if you think the short is worth it. This is a safe space for tears," the boy at the front desk told them and Jonah had to press his lips together not to laugh, "in between sessions we'll have food carts. Enjoy your night."

"It's a safe space for tears," Jonah whispered in her ear, voice all mocking and Wendy jammed her elbow on his side.

"Bet you'll cry."

The first movie was a comedy, so he doubted that. However by the third one, if his eyes burned a little and he had to swallow the knot in his throat... It was none of Wendy's business.

"Here," she handed him a hot dog, stuffed with everything, "fuel up."

"This cannot be safe to eat," Jonah eyed it weirdly, cringing as Wendy wolfed down on her own. She rolled her eyes.

"It's good! Just have one bite."

With much prodding and pushing, he took one bite. By now he was starving so he blamed it on his hunger, because Jon was pretty sure that was the best hot dog he had ever eaten.

He leaned back against the plastic chair, stretching his legs ahead and Wendy smiled at him, "admit it. It's great."

"It's alright."

"Damn, doctor Banks!" she teased, pushing his leg, "a compliment from you!"

"You're such a prick, Wendy," he rolled his eyes.

She was all smiles as she leaned on his side, head resting on his shoulder and finished off her hot dog. The lights turned off once more for the second part of the showing.

He was sucked in by it. The next two were gory horror movies, one of them framing the queer experience through the eyes of a werewolf and while the special effects were more than a little choppy and the acting far from stellar, Jonah was mesmerized. So much so he barely noticed Wendy shifting on her seat multiple times.

It was at the very ending of the last short movie that she got up, pushing his leg, "I need some fresh air," she mumbled and Jonah handed her her purse without thinking, eyes glued to the screen.

The movie ended and he got up, feeling dizzy and floored. The director was sitting just a couple seats ahead - the joys of amateurish cinema - so Jon walked up to them, almost bouncing on his feet.

By the time he got outside, the whole place was basically deserted.

"There you are!" Jonah exclaimed as he saw Wendy leaning against his car, "what are you doing out here, it's freezing!"

"Jon-"

"I talked with the director of the last movie, they're really really cool, Dee. You should've been there. Invited them over for dinner, Leo's going to d- Wendy?"

Only then he got a good look of her face. Wendy was more than pale, she was basically transparent and she was shaking, whole face glowing with the clammy sweat.

"Wendy, what's wrong?"

"I don't feel well," she sighed and he noticed she was hugging her middle. Her dress was puffy and it started right under her chest, so he couldn't see her stomach at all, but he cringed just at the thought, "I'm sorry, Jon..."

"I said those hot dogs weren't safe to eat," he scoffed, moving closer and already feeling vaguely nauseous himself. Had them both gotten food poisoning? Wendy was almost an entire foot shorter than him, maybe it had hit her harder and sooner...?

"I don't think..." she shuddered, "I don't think it's food poisoning, Jon... I'm freezing."

Knowing what she meant, he cupped her face and met blazing hot skin, "Oh darling..." Jon groaned, "you're burning up."

She shivered again and he wrapped an arm around her, opening the car door, "c'mon, I'll drive you home."

She got in obediently and Jonah quickly circled the car, getting in the driver's side, "this hit me out of nowhere..." Wendy moaned, leaning her head back.

"A fever this high?" Jonah frowned, hand cupping her forehead, then her neck, "bullshit, Wendy."

"Uhm?" she groaned, turning her head to look at him through dazed eyes, "what do you mean?"

"There's no way you had a fever this high just hit you out of nowhere, Wendy," he pulled his hand back, starting to drive "were you feeling sick before?"

"No," she scoffed, shoving his thigh, "no, I was fine... I had a headache earlier, but I thought it was just stress..."

Jonah huffed in discontent, but didn't continue to antagonize her. He was getting a headache from stress. Without thinking, he reached in and squeezed her knee, in a reassuring manner.

"Uhm," Wendy planted her hand over his and leaned forward, her forehead meeting the dashboard, "I think... Pull over, Jon."

Although she was still enunciating her words quite well, he didn't take any chances. He turned up the emergency lights and pulled over the side of the empty road.

Wendy let out a groan as she opened the door and staggered out to the back of the car.

He appreciated her having half a mind about his sympathy sickness, but it didn't sit right with him. He watched her via the rearview mirror, leaning over the back, gagging once, twice and then disappearing from view.

Jon cringed, throwing his door open, "Wendy? Are you okay?"

"I'm fi-INE!" she yelled back and he sat there, heart on his throat, one leg in and one out. He drummed his fingers nervously against the steering wheel, hearing another retch and then a whimper, followed by sobs.

"Fuck it," Jonah sighed, getting up and rushing to the back.

Wendy had fully fallen down. She was on all fours and crying over a puddle of sick, her wavy brown hair sticking to her lipgloss.

Jonah gagged, then slammed a fist against his mouth and forced his stomach to stay in place as he crouched down next to her and held her hair back, "are you-" he swallowed in thickly, the hot dog churning, "are you done...?"

"...'mdizzy," Wendy groaned and he noticed she had scraped her hands on the road.

"C'mere, Wen-" he wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her back on her feet and dragging her as far away from the puddle of vomit as he could, while still stay near the back of the car, "are you done? Are you gonna be sick again?"

"Not sure," she leaned her head in, forehead meeting his chest and her knees gave in, causing Jonah to let out a gasp and rush to grab her. It was a good thing he was much taller than her, otherwise she'd have fallen badly.

He held her against the car back, cupping her face, "okay, next time just puke out of the door... Let's get you back in the car."

Wendy had scrapped her knees too when she went down and they were bloody, one rivulet of blood had ran down her left knee and disappeared into her boots.

"You're a mess," Jonah sighed, strapping her back inside the car and gathering all of Wendy's hair into a knot behind her hair, "do you have a hair tie?"

"Purse..." she slurred, rubbing a hand over her face, "shit, Jon, everything is twirling."

"You need to cool down," Jon said, digging in her purse for a scrunchie and failing, "stay put-" he turned the purse over, emptying it's contents on her lap and grabbing the pink scrunchie, "there you go- Perfect" she looked like a yorkshire, with all her hair gathered to the top of her head.

Wendy let out a small smile, "can we go home?"

"Yeah, yeah, in a second," he pushed all the objects back inside her purse and rushed back to the driver's seat, "tell me if I have to pull over again, alright?"

"Hmmm," Wendy pressed her forehead to the window, swallowing in thickly, "was the last movie good?"

Jonah let out a surprised chuckle and squeezed her leg again, "it was amazing... Try napping, I'll wake you up as soon as we get there."

"I miss Vin," she said in a tiny voice, curling up against the door, "this fucking sucks."

Jonah cringed. He knew part of this was his fault. In his eagerness to have Vince stay at his place, it hadn't occurred him that Leo and Wendy avoided each other at all costs and that had severely impacted how many of her already scarce free hours she could spend visiting. Sure, Vince was now back to his own dorm, but clearly Wendy was still hung up on those six weeks she had barely seen him.

"I'm sorry, Dee," he rubbed her arm in an attempt to comfort her, "I'm gonna call him up as soon as we get to your place, okay? Better?"

She sniffled pitifully, "it's not fair," Wendy said, forehead pressed to the window and shivering violently, "I don't... I don't understand."

Jonah swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth, speeding up "it's the fever speaking, Wen, try to get some rest..."

She hummed something unintelligible and pressed more against the door, curling up in her seat. Jon glanced her direction, but it seemed she had settled down.

He drove quietly, worry eating at him. The thought she had been feeling sick for a while and it had passed him by was unnerving, to put it mildly.

Just as they arriving back to her apartment building, Jon reached in, shaking her awake, "Wendy," he rubbed her arm, "Wen, I need your password to open the garage."

"Uhm?" she groaned, curling up further, "I don't feel good..."

"I know," Jonah kept the impatience from his voice, "I need your password to get the car inside the garage, Wendy."

"Ugh, it's..." she squinted, rubbing a hand over her face, struggling to remember, "2011"

"So very safe," Jon rolled his eyes, typing it in the keypad and then parking in one of the designated slots for guests. He sighed, turning off the car and getting out, circling it to her side and opening the door, "how steady are you feeling?"

"...'mnot a baby," Wendy groaned, grabbing his jacket and using it to hoist herself up. Jonah's hands hovered and, for a good reason, because the second she attempted to stand up straight, her knees gave in.

"o-kaAY!" Jonah huffed, putting her arms around his neck and picking her up, "grab your purse."

Wendy obeyed, then turned her face and pressed her nose to his shoulder, "I'm sick, Jon."

"Sherlock Holmes herself," he rolled his eyes, pushing the car door closed with his hip and walking towards the elevator. Inside the small, empty cubicle, he could hear very clearly as her stomach gurgled and Wendy hiccupped, muffling a sick burp.

"Don't puke on me," he warned her and Wendy nodded, not daring to open her mouth, face extremely pale. He cursed, pressing the button again, as if that could make the elevator go faster.

"Jon-" Wendy groaned a second later, squeezing his shoulder and struggling against him, "Jon- Put me-" she gagged, "put me down-"

He obeyed immediately, cursing under his breath as she bent in half and almost fell, causing him to have to grab her by the waist, "please, Wen... Just- We're almost there."

She nodded, breathing in deeply, letting it out through her mouth, not saying anything. Jonah almost jumped with relief when the elevator hit her floor and he grabbed her by the waist with both hands, pulling her out like a ragdoll.

Wendy groaned, bracing against the door of her apartment and clamping a hand against her mouth as she watched Jonah search for her key, "hu- HRURKK-" a retch interrupted her and Wendy groaned loudly, eyes squeezed shut, "hurry-"

"I'm going, I'm going-" Jonah turned the knob, "okay, c'mere-"

Although he grabbed her hand, Wendy pushed him off the way and staggered dizzily inside, hitting her desk with her hip and causing one of the trinkets to fall. She didn't stop.

There was no way she was making it to the suite, so instead she entered the kitchen area and leaned over the sink, gagging violently.

Jonah cringed, turning his face away, but walking closer despite his whole body wanting for him to leave. He rubbed her back with one hand, keeping the other on her waist in case her knees gave in again.

There was a loud, gross burp and then her whole frame shook and Jonah whimpered as he heard vomit falling inside the sink. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth, rubbing her back a little harder and thumping on it when it seemed she was choking.

"You cannot have more to throw up, Wen-" his voice was thick with nausea and Jonah ducked his head, letting up a wet belch that burned his throat and offered zero relief. He felt stuffed to the gills, even though he really wasn't.

"Just-god," she whimpered, sounding dangerously close to tears, "leave then-" Wendy turned to glare at him and Jonah winced. Her hazel eyes were very green thanks to how bloodshot they were and she was vomit clinging to her chin. He fought a gag, knowing it'd only make the situation worse.

"I'm not leaving," Jonah scoffed, squeezing her nape, "you're small, there's no way you have more to hurl, is what I meant."

She promptly proved him wrong by groaning, "ohmygod-" and burying her head in the sink again, vomiting up an impressive amount and then dry heaving painfully.

Jon kept the hand that was on her waist put, but removed the one on her back in order to press his fist to his mouth as his whole spine shuddered with a retch.

"I..." she panted for air, trembling, "I- I think I'm done..."

No sooner had she turned the tap to rinse out the mess, Jonah was pushing her to the side and retching violently. It was too much and no amount of fighting it would do.

The hot dog, still tasting too close to the real thing, came up and his repulsion in seeing the bits and pieces clinging to the metallic inside of the sink was enough to send him into another burpy-gagging fit. Jonah groaned, loudly, and then gulped down some of the tap water, forcing up a burp that brought with it the still clear water and some chunks.

He gasped for air, braced against the sink's granite countertop, "sorry, Wen..." his throat was raw, chest heaving for air and Jonah turned to look at her... Only to find that Wendy was bent over the counter and crying, "hey..." he frowned, "why the hell are you crying?"

"You're sick and I'm gross and everything- everything hurts and I miss my boyfriend and your stupid boyfriend hates me and doesn't- doesn't want me around and my belly is so sick and-" she ranted on and Jonah couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Okay, Dee, you're delirious," he scoffed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and moving closer, cupping her face and wiping away the mascara tears with his thumbs, "let's put you to bed."

"No," she whined pitifully, leaning forward and hiding her face in his chest, "I'm gonna puke again."

"No way," Jonah rolled his eyes, rubbing her back and noticing the heat rolling off of her, "you need some meds too, darling."

"No..." she mumbled, voice muffled by his shirt and he scoffed.

"It wasn't up for debate," Jonah patted her naked thigh, "c'mon. Move, Wendy."

With much prodding and pushing, he managed to get her in the suite, lying on her side with a bucket by her head, still whining.

Jonah sighed, sitting next to her and pushing the stray hairs away from her eyes, "meds staying down?"

"Doubt," she mumbled, leaning over to spit in the bucket, "can you..." her cheeks turned red and Wendy frowned, then waved it away, "forget it."

"No," Jonah glared at her, "what is it?"

She hesitated for a second, then said in a small voice, "could you stay?"

"And get your flu from hell?" Jonah teased, but there had never been any other option in his mind. Her gaze dropped, wounded and disappointed, and he rolled his eyes, "don't be ridiculous, I'm not leaving when you're this sick, Wendy."

"But you're gonna catch it," the rebuttal was weak, colored with relief and he smiled.

"Yeah, because you care so much right now," Jonah got up, kicking off his shoes, "please, please don't puke on me," he crawled in the bed and Wendy let out a happy sigh, turning around so she could press her face to his arm.

"You're the best," she said sleepily and Jonah glared at the top of her head, his cheeks burning. He felt her scoot closer, all vulnerable and let out a groan, "really. I love you."

"Well, duh, you better," he said lightly, rubbing her back and then kissed the top of her head, figuring he was absolutely doomed after having Wendy breathe on his face as she had earlier, "I love you too. Now go the fuck to sleep."

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