#famished John

[genarictumblername]

They should open a Hungry Jack’s franchise in America!

And if they’re too much cowards to do it I say, we the people do it ourselves! Just like we always have, the American way! Our cups shall run over with our Famished John’s (did you know Jack is short for John? I didn’t, it’s not even shorter :/ )

That way when the real Hungry Jack’s do come calling we can run them outa town or force them to change their name!

[buckingham-ashtray]

well fed devils behave better than famished saints

[demeters-fangs]

hamish linklater needs to return to mike flanagan’s cinematic universe. i wonder what character he would play next?

would he continue on as another vampire or monster of some kind? side character? another lead role?

[dumbbitchgalore]

Young Lt!Price coming home to his sweet wife 🧚‍♀️ (🌽 link)

He is so utterly devoted to you and absolutely famished without you. He’s surprised that he went months without touching you, tasting you, teasing you. Not to mention the fact you both couldn’t even savour your honeymoon moment with John having been called for a mission in god-knows-where doing god-knows-what leaves you both sexy, frustrated and desperate for one another. 

Often finding himself buried between your legs, he shoves his nose into your wet cunt as he inhaled the scent of your pussy, committing it to memory for his next deployment. Nudging his nose ever so slightly smearing your slick onto the tip of his nose. 

Maybe I’ll take a panty or two of hers to keep me company. John thinks to himself.

The thought of resorting to sniffing your dirty slick smeared panties while he jerks pathetically at night makes his cock drip in anticipation. 

Spreading your folds with his fingers, licking a long stripe from your sopping cunt up to your clit giving it a small flick. Eyes darkening as he sees the juices seeping out of your hole. John groans at the heavenly sight, pushing his index and middle finger in curling against your gummy walls as you mewl at his ministrations. 

“Looks like she missed me, eh?” He murmurs, pumping his fingers in and out of you coating the digits with your sweetness. 

“So much… she missed you so- so much…” You reply breathy and drunk with lust-filled anticipation. 

John chuckles at your desperate admission giving your clit a chaste kiss. 

“Well then. I guess I need to spoil this sweet girl rotten tonight, hm?”

[lesamis]

1810s dashboard but it's niche drama

💛 heartofanna Following

imagine cancelling someone for saying war is bad

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#didn't expect better from w*rdsworth but some people i rly thought i could count on…… #anyway we will live to see this empire fall. can't stop history lol (via @heartofanna)

speaking as someone who was press ganged at the age of 17 to serve in his majesty's royal navy i couldn't be more grateful for your poem. young men like me are cannon fodder and you spoke for so many of us. fuck napoleon but fuck parliament even more.

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stable forgiving virtuous flourishing in my lane definitely not buying poison moisturized unbothered never been better

chatterpwned-deactivated78345629743

me when i lie

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🏛 mynoseisfine Follow

Settling this once and for all. What does the public actually think about the Parthenon marbles debate:

🦉 realminerva Follow

lol i know it’s you lord elgin

🦉 realminerva Follow

like we joke and all but fully aside from the fact that removing the sculptures from greek soil was vulturine and opportunistic etc, it’s really just the tip of a frankly gigantic mountain of imperialist bullshit. let’s not pretend we haven’t been brutally killing hundreds who resisted oppression in india, LITERALLY BOMBED A NEUTRAL EUROPEAN CAPITAL, and embarrassed ourselves in the charge against napoleon for years now. pathetic ass empire & evil as hell to boot. @mynoseisfine the greeks who carved your marbles millennia ago would kick your tory ass so hard

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how do i still keep seeing thomas chatterton's final post being reblogged, wtf is wrong with you freaks??? he was seventeen it was tragic and horrible and happened ages ago. he was a kid just let him rest

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🍎 masque-off Following

callout post for @castleyeah @lordsidmouth @officialcoe @parliamentofficial: they oppress, murder and famish the british working people & also suck majorly

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sour cuz you’re unfit to have custody of your own kids huh

🍎 masque-off Following

proud to be the dad of a newborn who could already rend your pudding spine asunder with a mere glance

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finished this today 😊

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😎 chadeharold Follow

why is it always “you’re risking your life and legacy & will get yourself killed before the age of five and twenty” and never how was swimming the hellespont the hellespont looked fun was it fun

🎭 loved-joanna Mutuals

ohhh my god you swam the hellespont five years ago?? wooow should we tell everyone?? should we throw a party?? should we invite famous hero of greek myth leander who swam the hellespont

😎 chadeharold Follow

@loved-joanna look we never had any beef & don’t have to start this now. it’s cool that you’re sticking up for my ex, you guys were friends first, but just know that i’ve always trusted your opinion on my work & genuinely respect and admire you & would still be up for a collab whenever.

🎭 loved-joanna Mutuals

yea sure why don’t your lips collab with my ass

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on it boss

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#literally call me. down if you are

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sorry is it me or is the assassin who stabbed german bootleg wordsworth kinda…… 🥵

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JOHN KEATS????????

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#i'm p sure this is the author of lamia thirstposting on main??? help

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romanticism this romanticism that why don’t you romanticise universal suffrage and rights for labouring people

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anyone else in jail for seditious libel

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lmao i'm one of the “anyone else”s and i know you’re enjoying family visits and apparently some kind of cushy armchair situation, plus tons of books. try being in here as a spencean dude they won’t even let me learn how to write. worst of all some evangelical came by yesterday just to proselytize & put me “on the right path” fml

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y'all i don't feel so good :/

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[princessbrunette]

stepbro john b with a nympho reader? :PP

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you’re openly ravenous, and it kills him. any other guy would be thrilled to have a girl as hot as you flaunting herself round in a bikini all day, throwing yourself at him. but john b had a good heart, although lead astray the brunette was often set on doing the right thing. what he thought would be the responsible thing to do, and despite jj’s constant goading — that didn’t entail boning his little step-sister.

“you ain’t never watched step porn? the fuck do you even search on pornhub, bro — holding hands? love making?” the blonde scoffs as he leans his elbows against the rickety wooden barrier, casting his fishing line over it.

“i don’t really watch— ugh, whatever. i can’t do that. it’s tempting, oh trust me — i am incredibly tempted, but… i was left in charge of her, okay? i—i can’t just take advantage of her like that. she’s probably just all messed up because both our parents left us for dead.” john b sighs, shaking his head out at the open still water. jj squints at him for a moment like he’s dumb before checking his own rod.

“take advantage of her? dude she’s practically offerin’ it up n’dangling it infront of your face. you know what i say? you just take the risk, show her how a real man does it, tell her enough with the slutty little girl games. s’what i’d do anyway.” he shrugs hypothetically.

“really jj? thats what you’d do?” john b blinks, deadpanned as he glances at his best friend, barely entertaining his rambling.

“sure would. look if you’re not gonna swoop on that shit i hope you don’t mind me tryin’ that door. she’s hot, man.”

the idea of jj trying you out didn’t sit well with john b. the way you acted sometimes was like you were famished, starved for dick, like it was your life line and your step brother was the only one who could save you. jj oddly had a way with ladies, he was brutish and pogueish and the girls knew he fucked rough and dirty. john b can’t see you resisting that, especially as you know it’ll get to him.

that’s why he walks straight into your bedroom with all the confidence in the world, and loses it the second you turn and look him in the eye.

“okay.” is all he says and you furrow your brows, already slinking towards him like there were magnets attached to the two of you.

“okay what, john b?” you tilt your head. everything you did, every little move and micro expression you made seemed to be a seduction tactic. a spell that couldn’t be broken because he was just a simple minded guy that thought with his dick at the end of the day.

“uh…” he lifts a hand up to scratch the back of his head and you take the opportunity to eye him, delighted to see that he was already half hard from the thoughts running through his mind. “yeah this was… not my finest idea aaaand, i didn’t really think this through—” he starts to talk, and momentarily distracted you take his tanned hand, pulling it to cup your cunt. “uh— so… that’s your pussy.” he deadpans obviously, lost for words.

you grin and nod, eyes fluttering when his muscle memory kicks in and his slides a thumb over your covered clit, nothing but the material of your bikini bottoms separating you. “nothin’ gets passed you, big bro.” you tease, pushing your body closer to him.

“so this step-sibling… conundrum… really doesn’t bother you. like, at all?” he clarifies, big brown eyes locked in on your lips as you stand on your tiptoes, breath now mingling and lips just nearly grazing his.

“uh-uh. s’not like we’re related.” you reason, and when it comes from your sweet voice he can’t argue.

“jesus.” he sighs into your mouth, practically sharing oxygen at this point. “you know what? fuck it.” he takes the leap, pressing his mouth to yours as to which you let out a delighted squeal, immediately jumping up on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“we’re gonna have so much fun, john b.” you muse, almost happy to a sinister degree as you wrap your arms around his neck. he blinks up at you, guilty but sinfully aroused and presses his bulge between your split legs.

“thats the plan.”

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[rottingworship]

Beg and Bargain

The Proxies x Fem!Reader | Chapter Three

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Summary: Things seem to go sideways fast, but thankfully you are able to eat beforehand.

Warnings: Mean Toby, name calling, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, pet names (love, my love)

A/N: this was fun, so fun to write! I can't say I did it all by myself, I did have some help from @babehlockdemdoors with some ideas for Toby!

Word Count: 3.2k

“What did she say?” Brian looks at Tim with curiosity.

“She made John kill himself.”

“O-O-Obviously.” Toby rolls his eyes.

“She also has a fucking roommate–” Brian goes to interupt him, Tim puts up his hand. “She controlled her. Convinced her everything was fine.”

“Her own roommate?” Brian cocks a brow.

“I also learned that John was not a great man.”

“M-most pigs aren't.”

“He was going to kill her. And he somehow knew about her abilities. And so does her roommate. But she says her roommate wouldn't tell anyone.” Tim is giving them everything he learned. “She had never used her ability for bad, so she says. I don't know what that really means though.”

There's quite a huge gray area. They aren't sure how gray you are. Nothing is black and white. Something is off with you.

“If I c-could control people-” Toby starts.

“We don't wanna know what you would do, Toby.” Brian warns. “Got anything else?”

“She's very obedient.” Tim remarks. “It’s… odd. She doesn't really question much. She was upset about the blindfold, but I kinda see why.” He pauses and looks at Toby. “Can you get in her phone?”

“Already tr-tried.” Toby shrugs. “I don't kn-know the code. She has a couple n-notifications from a ‘Val’.”

As he says that, your phone goes off. Toby pulls it from his pocket and looks at it. Another message from Val is visible on the lock screen.

Hey what the fuck was that about earlier?

Another one comes through.

Who was with u?

Toby leaves it alone. He doesn't think anything about it. None of them do. The front door opens and you step onto the porch wearing a baggy shirt down to your thighs and your feet are bare.

“What are you three still doing out here?”

_-_-_-_-_-_

Your bare feet hurt against the old wooden porch. You ignore it. You watch the three of them, your arms wrapping around yourself.

“A-are you not co-cold?” Toby cocks his head at you.

You nod at him. “Freezing. Please come in. I have a question.” You turn around and walk back inside where it's slightly warmer. Goosebumps cover your skin and your arms drop to your sides. You sigh.

Brian walks in first. “What's going on?”

“I'm famished.” As you finish your sentence Brian goes to open his mouth. “And don't say eat something around here. I already tried that.”

Tim and Toby walk in and you hear a muffled, disgustingly inappropriate song. Toby, not thinking, takes a phone from his pocket and you realize it's Val’s ringtone. It's your phone. Your eyes narrow.

“Wha-what is this ringtone?” Toby scrunches his nose.

“It's none of your business! You still have my phone on you!?” You are sure these men are going to make you pull your hair out. The phone stops ringing and you place yourself in front of Toby. It goes off again. A text this time. Toby looks at it. You try to peek at the phone but Toby is quick to move. You follow him. “Toby! What does it say?”

“It’s locked, I ca-can’t read all of it.”

You look at him with half lidded eyes, full of fucking rage. “What can you read?”

Your sudden anger seems to catch them all off guard. Toby reads what he can see from your lock screen. “It’s fr-from Val. She says ‘Saw J-John on the news. He’s dead, th-they say-’ It cuts off.”

Another ding. Another message from Val.

“She is ca-calling the police.”

You have had enough. You snatch the phone before Toby can stop you and take off. Three against one, your odds don’t look too good. You call her back without even unlocking the phone and run from Brian, Toby, and Tim.

“Get back here!”

You end up in the kitchen, behind the table, surrounded by them by time Val answers.

“Hey!” Everyone freezes as you speak. “How’s it going?” You try to sound enthused. Your eyes hit Tim and he mouths for you to put it on speaker. You comply.

“You’re out of breath.” She states it, her concern is palpable. “Where are you?”

“I’m on vacation. Just having fun-”

“With the man from earlier?” She sounds less stressed. But still concerned for your well being. When you take a second to respond, she speaks again. “Love,” She starts, “are you okay?”

“Yes.” You swallow hard. “I’m fine. I’m- I’m trying to enjoy myself.”

“You aren’t reading my messages,” Val is devastated, “and you- you used your mind powers on me. You promised you wouldn’t do that-” You pout, thankful she cannot see your face. You did promise that. “Please, I need to know that I don’t need to call the police.”

“You don’t.” You try to sound as calm as possible. “I’m o-”

“What about John?” Val’s tone… She sounds worried about him. Your face contorts. She continues, “He’s dead. They found him in the woods, a self-inflicted gunshot wound.”

“What does that have to do with me?” You are gripping your phone. Your eyes move up from the screen and towards the men surrounding you. They are all frozen, tense, waiting for you to slip up. There is silence.

“Well, he moved a while ago… Why did he come back?” There is a pause. “Did he hurt you?”

“Val,” Your voice is low and level, but definitely able to break at any second. “I do not want to think about John on my vacation. I’m trying to relax.” Really, you are, it’s incredibly hard though.

“Okay… If you’re okay, I’m just going to forget about what happened earlier. Please, be safe this week. If something happened to John… Just be safe. Oh! Before you go!” She sounds happier now, thinking you’re safe. “Are you really out of breath because of that man from earlier?” You feel your face burning as she asks. You can practically see her brows wiggling as she asks that. “I do think it was time for you to move on! I hope this helps your-”

“I have to go! Bye, love you!” You hang up. Your eyes are wide and your face is hot. You let out a nervous laugh and hope they did not even notice Val’s question.

They did.

“Helps y-your what?”

“None of your business!” You shout. You hold the phone in your hand, waiting for them to ask for it back. You are not giving it up unless they ask. “Sorry, she’s overbearing.” You roll your eyes, “She’s nosy, always has been.” Your stomach growls. “Can I please get some food? I’ll buy it, you can blindfold me, I don’t care. I haven’t eaten since before-” Since before John died. Or was murdered… By you.

“You’re gonna buy it?” Brian asks.

“Yeah! Hold on!” You walk off, phone still in hand, causing the three to follow you. You walk towards the couch, where you laid your bag (and dirty clothes), and rummage through your stuff. You pull out a wallet. “You’re lucky I have this. I’m sure if my ID were found somewhere we’d be fucked.”

‘We’. Not just them. ‘We’.

“I have money, I’ll buy my food. I can even go shopping if you want?” You cock your head. “Not now of course.” You motion to yourself. “But eventually.”

“We don’t usually stay in one place for too long, it may be useless grocery shopping.” Tim informs you.

Your mouth forms an ‘o’.

“I’ll take you to get food.” Brian states it, it isn't an offer. You feel awkward suddenly. You aren’t very comfortable around any of them, but at least Tim you know most (which still isn’t a lot). Toby picked twigs out of your hair. Brian has not done much for you, or with you. “I’ll be outside waiting.”

You nod, swallowing hard. You remember your dirty clothes and ask Toby about them, before heading out. He points towards the laundry room and you take them back quickly. You promise you’ll wash them when you get back. You slide some sweatpants and a jacket on and then your crocs. Your feet don’t feel as bad anymore, but you are still sore. You can mostly only think about your hunger though.

You walk outside and immediately cold air hits you. Brian is waiting beside the car, blindfold in hand. You make your way towards him and take in a shaky breath. As soon as you reach him, you turn around and let him put the blindfold on you. He helps you inside the car, and then he gets in. You struggle briefly to buckle. His hand touches yours and you tense. He helps you with the seatbelt.

“Thanks,” You mumble and look ahead (you hope you are looking ahead). “Would hate to get pulled over while being unbuckled.”

“I think that is the least of our worries.” You can feel Brian’s eyes on you. He starts the car, and you shift. “What did you want?”

“Oh,” You place your hands on your thighs, “I'm not that picky. Just some chicken nuggets and some fries would be fine.”

Brian nods, but you don’t see it. You hope he takes you to get food. And isn’t taking you somewhere to kill you. But then again, maybe that wouldn’t be too bad considering your situation.

_-_-_-_-_-_

Brian is sitting across from you. You are at McDonald’s, eating your chicken nuggets. You can feel your mood shifting as you eat. Your hunger is disappearing. You don’t feel so irritated. Brian watches you eat. He isn’t saying much of anything, and all you can feel is his eyes staring directly at you. It’s getting hard to ignore.

“Is everything okay?” You ask him, looking up. You wipe your mouth, “Is something on my face?”

He sucks in air and shifts in his seat. He shakes his head, “No, no, nothing on your face.” As he says that, you cock your head as if asking ‘then what?’ and he hesitates. He is thinking. “You don’t question much of anything… Do you?”

You let out a short laugh and take a sip of your coke. “Brian, I’ve never not been in control. I don’t know if you gathered that… But- I just-” You bite the inside of your bottom lip. “This doesn’t feel real…”

“I assure you,” He stares at you, suddenly seeming… gone, “it is real.”

You nod. You do not verbally respond. Quickly, you finish eating. Once you stand up to throw your food away, Brian stands too. He follows close behind you. As you throw your food away you hear footsteps approaching fast. Your name is the next thing you hear. Brian places a hand on your hip immediately. You turn around and spot Val. You want to bring your palm to your forehead. You cringe.

“Val!” You shoot Brian a look, trying to get him to release you, before looking back at Val. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m getting food…” Her voice trails off. Her bright green eyes look up at Brian and she starts to open her mouth. She pauses. “Who is this…?” She obviously knows it is not the man you had at your apartment.

“My friend.” You smile at her.

“How many ‘friends’ do you have?”

“Three.” You blurt it out, without thinking. Brian’s grip only tightens. You try to hold back an awkward laugh.

“My love,” Val’s lips purse, “what the fuck?” She whispers. “This is not like you… at all. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod, smiling at her. “Yes, positive!” Brian’s hand gives you a gentle squeeze, telling you ‘good job’. Your knees grow weak. “But, I do have to go soon-”

“Wait!” She puts a hand up, “Promise me, if something goes sideways, you’ll get help?”

Your face contorts. “Sideways?” You are reeling. “What are you on about? Look,” You grab her hand, “Val, I am okay. Everything is okay. I’ll talk to you again soon. But, I’m-”

“Getting over some past stuff with John?” As soon as she says it, your face twists again. “Y’know? He was so… Odd. I mean, I would go throw myself on some men too, if he was who I had been stuck with for God knows how long!”

Brian’s hand, still resting on your hip, threatens to move. You quickly place your hand over his, keeping him there. “See! Now you’re getting it!” You try to reassure her. “I’ll try to stay in touch, but just know… I love you.”

Val lets you know she loves you too and heads back to her table. You and Brian head back out to the car and you sit down in the passenger seat. You look ahead. Lying is really taking it out of you.

“Thanks for doing that for me… taking me to get food.” You rub up and down your thighs. Brian nods and starts the car. You just want to sleep. You feel like that isn’t happening anytime soon.

_-_-_-_-_-_

You are right.

It’s you and Toby alone at the cabin. You really wanted to nap, but now Toby won’t leave you alone. You are facing the ceiling, lying on the couch. Your breathing is slow and your eyes are shut. All you can hear is Toby talking, it’s almost lulling you to sleep. Almost.

“Fucking bitch!”

His voice rings through the cabin. You have never sat up so fast in your life. Your legs swing over the couch and you narrow your eyes at Toby. He continues talking.

“Whoa, whoa-” You put a hand up. “What did you call me?”

Toby stops. “Oh, that was- I-I have tourettes.” He says it like you should already know. “Any-Anyway, like I w-was saying, we need to- to make sure you are capable of pro-protecting yourself.”

Your fists ball up, and immediately unclench. “Toby, did you forget I could, I don't know, mind control people?” You cock a brow at him. “I don’t need to be able to get away. But, I think I could still get away. Without my ability. I got away from you, Brian, and Tim earlier.” Toby stands up from the end of the couch. He walks off. “Okay, whatever…” You lean back and close your eyes again.

Something clicks. You furrow your brows and when footsteps reach the door, and you hear it lock, you sit up and your eyes pop open. Toby stands a few feet from you, a hatchet in each hand. You are sure your eyes are going to pop out of your head. You scoot over on the couch and your jaw drops.

“Toby… What are you-”

“Run, fuh-fight, or hide.” It’s all he gives you.

You leap up from the couch and take off towards somewhere. You have no clue where anything is. You know the kitchen and living room. That is it. You make your way into the kitchen and slam into the back door. It’s locked. You have absolutely no time to unlock it. A hatchet slams beside your head and a scream rips from your throat. You beg for him to stop.

He does not.

You rip away from him, and sprint down the short hallway. You slam into one of the rooms and head for the window. It will not budge. Tears fill your eyes. You are begging and screaming for him to stop.

“Fucking co-coward!”

“Toby!” You scream as you fall back. His eyes lock with yours. He does not look away. You inhale sharply. You cannot fuck this up. “Stop.”

Toby freezes.

“Drop your hatchets.”

He listens again. Your head begins to hurt.

“Do not fucking move.”

You feel it before it happens. Your nose is about to bleed. You tear out of the room faster than you had ever moved before. You head to the front door. You unlock it and swing it open. You step onto the front porch, your feet hit the cold wood and you hiss. Something is coming from the woods. Your heart is pounding into your ribcage.

You make out Tim’s jacket before anything. You rush towards him. When you notice his mask, you pretend that it’s normal. That’s how you first met them, it’s not hard to connect the dots. He was out ‘working’. He is slightly bloody, but definitely looks more welcoming than Toby.

“Tim!” You scream, nose gushing blood at this point. “Tim, it’s Toby!” You reach him and grab his arms. “Help me!” Your voice is breaking. “Please-”

Tim reaches for you, his hands grab your waist. He cocks his head at you and your eyes meet his. There is something different about him. That’s not Tim. You really think you are going to faint. His grip on you tightens and you feel his fingertips digging into your skin through your shirt. You struggle to get out of his grasp.

“Toby!” You are yelling for him again. You release him from your mental grasp and rush towards the house. ‘Not Tim’ is hot on your trail. The front door almost swings off of its hinges and Toby stomps onto the front porch. “Please, you have to stop! Something has happened to Tim!” You point behind you.

Toby easily jumps off the porch and begins to stalk towards you. You can’t breathe. Tears start coming. You are sure Toby is going to kill you. You stumble back and rush away from both of the men. You are sobbing. Something slams into your back and you hit the ground. You land beside a stump. A knee is in your back, your cheek against the cold, hard dirt. Your nails are digging into the dead grass.

“L-look at you.” Toby clicks his tongue. “So- So pathetic.” You look at him the best you can, but you can’t see him. Not fully. “Can’t do-do much without your po-power, huh?” Tears cover your face, falling from your cheeks onto the dirt.

You see, out of the corner of your eye, his hatchet raising. You scream. You have never screamed so much in your life. He brings it down. Another loud plea rips from your chest. The hatchet hits the stump.

You want to sigh. You let out a strangled sob and you can’t breathe. You are sucking in dirt as you try to catch your breath. The knee suddenly moves off your back and you are grabbed. You are flipped over and your back hits the ground this time. Toby is leaning over you. He is inches from your face.

“Please!” You scream, “I’m-” You can’t think. “I’m sorry!”

Toby tenses. “We-weak.” He mumbles. You try to cover your face. Your hands are stopped by Toby’s knees. He is restraining you. “Fucking weak.”

“Toby!” You hear Tim. “Get off of her!” He is running towards you. You are uncontrollably sobbing. Toby doesn’t protest. He grabs his hatchets and leaves you. He walks off into the woods and you look at Tim. “Are you-” You shake your head. When he reaches for you, you scoot away. Tim freezes, his eyes widening. “What did I-”

You get up. You run straight back into the cabin. Tim does not chase you. You hide in the bathroom. You close and lock the door. You sit on the floor, back to the door and you cry. You look at your phone and cry. You know you can’t really explain what happened to anyone, so you just sit and cry.

Once you finally catch your breath and can think somewhat straight, you figure it’s best to sleep in the bathroom tonight. If your mind lets you sleep at all…

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Monsters walk at night (Monster!Price x f!reader)

Another one for @glitterypirateduck Price writing challenge!

Scenarios used, 16. ‘A Pursuit takes place’ and 44. 'A world where mates exist':

Warnings: monster fucking, NSFW, unprotected p in v, partial smut, literally getting chased down.

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It started off as an innocent walk through the woods by the large cabin Price had rented, (seemed more like a house when you saw it), stating you all needed a break. He had distributed the rooms when you all had arrived, securing the perimeter and making sure the security cameras and alarm system worked. You remember the day clearly.

The fridge was fully stocked as were the bathrooms, all the amenities needed for a few days stay away from civilization. You walked into the kitchen getting ready to make some food, the drive there was long and you were absolutely starving. “What are ye plannin ta make and can I have some because I am famished.” You turned to find Johnny strolling into the kitchen. “Well I wasn’t offering to make dinner just looking for a snack, but it’d be a shame to have the cabin burn down.” Johnny groans from the table, “It was one time bonnie! Was nae like I was plannin on burnin the place up!” ���Johnny you set the place ablaze tryin to make CUP OF SOUP!” “I was tired!”

Price walked in shaking his head as Ghost and Gaz came in behind him chuckling. Simon piped up, “So you makin food or not?” You roll your eyes, “I’ll make a steaming pile of dog shit just for you Ghost.” “Make sure it has garlic and potatoes, yeah?” After dinner was decided on, (not dog shit), everyone settled in for the night with the exception of you and John. “Fancy a walk luv? There are lights on the trails.” You think about it for a minute and nod, “Sure. Seems like a nice night, gotta walk off that meal too.” You both chuckle and walk outside, the night warm so there was no need for jackets.

You both had been walking for about 20 minutes, the scenery beautiful and calming, making small talk as the scent of Price’s cigar smoke wafts around in the night air. The light from the cigars burning tip gave Price’s already attractive features a boost, almost making him look scary in the dark of the woods. “You know, I could use a bit more exercise. Up for a chase?” You look at him confused as he takes a hit from his cigar and blows the smoke upwards, the red embers showing in his eyes.

He leans closer as you take a step back, his eyes gleaming, his teeth seeming sharper. “Run.” That was all you needed as you took off into the trees. You don’t know how long you ran before you finally heard his boots hitting the ground behind you. He was far but not by much, the sound of his boots thudding loudly, almost like he was heavier now. You had briefly stopped behind a large rock but continued when you heard his voice ring through the forest, loud and strange. “Run all you want sweetheart. I can smell you from a mile away.”

You had barely made it to a clearing when you were tackled from behind. You managed to turn over, finding Price but he looked different. Horns protruded from his head, a spiked tail swaying behind him, teeth razor sharp and eyes glowing like the flames of hell. “Caught you darling. Smelled you the second you started running. Getting chased down turn you on?” You blushed, turning your head away. Sure you had always found Price attractive, you knew he wasn’t totally human, and maybe you had some disrespectfully spicy dreams about him, so who could blame you for being turned on.

He nudged your cheek before moving to your neck, inhaling your scent. “My mate.” “What?” “You’re my mate luv. Smelled it the second you walked onto base.” “ O-oh, um I-“ “Do you accept? I may be a monster but I’m not an asshole. I’ve seen your dreams, heard your whispers.” “This isn’t a joke right? Because…I love you, have for a while and if this is some weird or cruel joke just so you can get laid it’s not funny.”

His eyes widened, stunned. “You think so low of me? That I would make a joke of something so serious?” You shake your head no and he sighs in relief. Nuzzling into your neck, he licks and groans as he tastes your flesh mixed with sweat. “Do you accept?” You nod, “Words, dearest.” “I accept.” A rumble forms in his chest as you kiss him and you both begin to undress. You had felt the bulge of him rubbing against your thigh through the talk and it had you needy.

To say he was large was an understatement as you openly stared at the size of him. “It’ll fit fine luv, no worries.” You nodded hesitantly, “Please be gentle.” He kisses you to smooth your nerves as he slowly pushes in, catching all your pretty noises in his mouth. “That’s it darling. You were made to take me.” He was only half way in but you already felt so full of him but he continued to slip inside unhindered. When his hips finally connected with your’s he left out a drawn out moan into the night air and pulled back slowly. “I hope you’re ready sweetheart, because it’s about to be a long night.” Running a hand over the obvious bulge in your skin, you clench and that’s enough to get him started.

The night is spent surrounded by the sound of his hips meeting your’s, breathy moans, the name of your captain loud on your lips and hands firmly gripping his horns for the ride. He didn’t let up until the sun had almost broken the horizon, both of you spent and newly mated.

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Early Riser (John Price x Reader) Smut

Based on the prompt: "Keep kissing me like that and we're gonna end up back in bed."

AN: Semi-inspired by the end of Season 1!Hotch who is excited to spend annual leave doing chores with his wife. Love it when a man enters malewife mode.

In other news, I'm gonna start a Price x Reader series soon! It's gonna be a lot of angsty pining so if that's your jam, I can't wait for you to read it!

Requests are open! Here's my guidelines to read before you send in a request and a list of kiss prompts if you're stuck for ideas.

Content warnings: Smut (18+ only, minors DNI), basically Price goes down on you in the kitchen. Reader is gender neutral and genitals described are gender neutral. No use of Y/N.

Masterlist // AO3 Version

Palms pressed into the cool granite countertop, you idly watched the space to the left of your kettle as it boiled. You had barely scrounged up the energy to leave your warm bed to get this drink; you did not have anything spare to be aware whilst you prepared it. The few aspects of your mind that were awake hoped this would fit the loophole of “a watched pot never boils” so that you could return to your room as fast as possible.

Finally, the water bubbled loudly and the switch flicked off. You poured a healthy amount into both your mug and the spare one you had for guests. Steam wafted up whilst carrying the strong scent of coffee; a splash of milk sweetened it before you prepared to stir in some sugar.

Something clamped down onto your right hip. You drew in a sharp inhale before it slid out slowly, relaxing as another hand mirrored its partner and the rest of John Price folded him up against you.

“Good morning,” You whispered.

“It is now.” John’s voice rolled off his tongue like a growl, deepened by his recent rousing from sleep. He paired his reply with a kiss on your shoulder. Briefly allowing his forehead to rest where his lips had been, he then kissed your aching neck. Your heart’s eager pulse greeted him.

“Keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed,” You warned, despite allowing his arms to trap you in a grip a boa constrictor would be jealous of.

John let out a gentle hum; he swayed you both from side to side in time with the clink of the spoon against your mug.

Then he mumbled, “Don’t need the bed.”

The teaspoon clattered on the countertop as his hands found their marks. Instinctively, your body keened against John’s, allowing him to rut into you whilst tenderly squeezing over your pyjamas.

Your voice came out a little whinier than expected, “Don’t want breakfast then?”

“Actually, I’m famished,” John said and his coarse facial hair tickled against your cheek, “Figured I should help myself.”

A laugh tripped over your tongue into a moan before you replied: “You’re horrible. Didn’t you get enough last night?”

“Never enough. Just ran out of steam.” Calloused fingertips found the gap between your sleep shirt and trousers. They spread warmth up your torso, cupping your chest, your shirt caught on his forearm.

“John,” You let your head fall back against him, “We have time.”

“Never enough,” he repeated. “Hate waking up and you’re not there.”

“You need me now?”

“Please.”

Freed from his grasp for a split second, you pushed the coffee cups into the sink, not caring about the spilt steaming liquid that glugged down the drain, then you shoved back the sugar pot and milk. John spun then lifted you onto the cool countertop. His body was drawn back against yours, returning his lips to your neck and the evidence of his affection he’d left last night. Your hips rose up as he yanked down your pyjamas and slid down on his knees. A grunt stuck in his throat; you held back a comment about his aging joints but not the smirk.

Instead, you scratched your nails through his hair, giving it a tender tug whenever he kissed your thigh. “You’re gonna clean this up after.”

His words were half lost against your skin, “I’ll do anything you want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, the gutters need clearing.” You could feel his lips twitch with mirth against you before he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter. “And the oven could use a scrub.”

“Make me a list.” His hands squeezed the meat of your legs to close them around his head.

A gentle sigh escaped you, “You’re so good to me.”

Looking up at you with bleary blue eyes, John whispered, “Nothing you don’t deserve.”

And, to prove his point, he rewarded you with his tongue, talented and tenacious.

[chasteandpregnantmale]

The immaculate conception of Michael Part 3

Part 3

Brother Aidan continued to expand at a fast rate.   The community tacitly recognised that he was eating for two so made sure he had that good bit more on his plate at meal times.   For this Aidan was very grateful as he was famished all the time.

Each monk had his own thoughts as to when the birth might be.   Brother Bernard was sticking with 3rd September though he had no idea if men would carry for the same period as women.   One of the more romantic minded brothers thought Aidan would give birth on his saint’s feast day.  The Feast of St Aidan was on 31st August.  Brother Aidan himself thought he would give birth on the Feast of the birth of the BVM - 8th September as that would have been as his dream was.   Then he had another dream which made him wonder.

Before he turned into bed that night he was looking at his 25 week belly and studying it closely.   He thought he could detect a bit of movement  but wasn’t sure.   He then dreamed that the Archangel Michael was carrying him in his arms.   His belly looked exactly the same as when he had been studying it early.   Maybe he would give birth at Michaelmas which is 29th September - though he realised that would mean he would be overdue.   Truth be told, he didn’t really care as long as the baby was fit and well.

When Brother Bernard was an OBGYN he always gave his patients a thorough examination at 26 weeks.   Brother Aidan was to be no exception.   The older brother was amazed at how the young monk’s body was adapting to his condition.   Yes he was big and carrying what would probably turn out to be a large child, but he seemed to be managing extremely well physically, mentally and spiritually.   He could see that Brother Aidan’s strong spirituality and conviction that this was the will of God was the root of his well being.

Brother Bernard felt strongly that Aidan should have the public prayerful support of the whole community.  He knew the Abbot had said they should carry on as normal as if one of their number wasn’t carrying a miracle child, but he felt at the very least, their community should celebrate the privilege of one of them carrying a miraculous child.

The Abbot didn’t take much convincing and so it was a few days later that the Abbot made the intention for the midday Mass the miraculous pregnancy of their community.   He made clear that the focus of the prayer was to be the baby bump not the brother and so he had Aidan sit on the altar steps with his robe parted so that all could focus on his belly.

Even though Brother Aidan knew that the mass was not about him, the fact that he had been chosen for this miracle to grow within him made him feel very humble that this great and wonderful new life was growing in him.   His sense of vocation grew even stronger.

Jan and Jon had been invited to the mass.   It was only Jan who attended as Jon couldn’t get away from his work.   She too had a noticeable baby bump but, as she explained afterwards, it was a fake one.   It was quite deliberate, partly because she wanted to share a bit of the surrogate brother’s experience but mainly because she felt a baby couldn’t suddenly appear if she hadn’t looked pregnant beforehand.   Even though she was wearing a 6 month belly Brother Aidan looked quite a bit bigger.

Over the previous month, since Brother Aidan’s pregnancy was shared with the whole community, he and brother John had grown closer together.   Having a bit of a belly himself, though nothing like the size of Brother Aidan’s now, Br John felt a certain empathy for him.   He was also fascinated with the fast growing bump which got visibly bigger every day.

It was now nearly a month after the mass.  By Brother Bernard’s reckoning Aidan was 29 weeks.   He had noticed the young brother had slowed down over the past couple of weeks.   It was especially noticeable when he walked but he was also getting slower with any physical movement.   He was developing a lumbering gait, though he wasn’t waddling - yet.   “Give him time” Br Bernard thought.

Brother Aidan was really noticing the weight in his belly now but he felt strong to carry it powered by the conviction that he was doing this for God, Jon and Jan.   His belly stuck out quite a long way now and got in the way of most things he tried to do.   One Tuesday Aidan was on the work rota to deep clean the showers.  This meant scrubbing the walls from top to bottom and to make sure all the fittings and shower trays were left gleaming.

He had to stand on steps to reach the top of the walls and get on all fours to scrub the bottom.   Br John came in while he was busy with this and noticed how difficult his young friend was finding getting up and down the steps.   He saw that it was particularly difficult for Aidan to get up in the confined space when he was on his hands and knees.   When Aidan slowly and awkwardly stood to greet John he noticed that the front of his habit over the bump was wet where it had kept rubbing against the wet walls.

Br John said nothing about that, and just had a normal friendly short conversation with Aidan.  Afterwards he went straight to the Abbot to ask if Br Aidan could be given lighter duties because he appeared to be struggling a bit.   The Abbot told him that he had already suggested this to the Brother but that he was adamant that part of his service was to continue as usual unless the work endangered the baby's health.  Bro Bernard had confirmed that the pregnant brother should do as much normal exercise as he could for as long as possible.

Tim was a regular visitor to the monastery.   He had been coming for years but since Br Aidan had joined the community nearly 4 years ago he tried to come several times a year, staying for a week if he could afford the time.   Tim fancied Br Aidan.   When he had stayed 4 months previously Tim noticed that the young brother looked a bit thicker round the middle but it was hard to be certain under the folds of the habit.   He was the only one who noticed at that time among all the visitors and brothers except Br Bernard and Aidan himself, of course.

Tim was shocked to see the size of Aidan now.   He couldn’t believe his eyes and thought Aidan must have a tumour of some sort to have a belly that size as, apart from his big hips (which were a big disappointment to Tim as he liked Aidan’s youthful slender ones) he was still skinny.   In fact, Tim thought he looked even thinner round the face than before.

Tim was concerned, not only that his sexy monk had very much gone to seed, but that there might actually be something seriously wrong with him.   He didn’t want to embarrass Aidan by talking about these things so we went to see Br Bernard as Tim knew he was the medical officer. 

Br Bernard was taken by surprise with Tim’s question about Aidan’s health but was amazed by the instant answer he was able to give.  They didn’t seem to be his words at all.   He explained to Tim that Aidan couvade syndrome.   He had been assigned as special chaplain to Jan & Jon who were at last, after years of trying, looking forward to the birth of their first child.   It was not uncommon, he said, for those close to the pregnant woman to put on a bit of sympathy weight.   Aidan is very close and has been praying constantly for them and now has an extreme case of couvade syndrome.   It is quite unusual but Aidan was quite fit and well.

Tim went away wondering if that was true.   He had never heard of Couvade and Googled it as soon as he got to his room.   He found pictures of guys who were suffering from it though even the biggest was nowhere near as big as Br Aiden.   Tim  just hoped that Aidan’s body would return to how it was.   Br Bernard knew that was never going to happen.   Br Bernard realised that the conversation with Tim had been a very helpful one.   If there were any further questions from people they could just reverse the roles of Aidan and Jan; one with a fake pregnancy and the other a real one.   He put this to the Abbot who, at the next evening meal, during the announcements told the whole community of what to say should they question Aidan’s ever growing physique.   Aidan himself took particular note of course.

Now when Aidan dressed each morning he was becoming increasingly aware that he was actively having to pull his habit over his bump and it was becoming quite tight.   He’d had another longer girdle since the one the Abbot gave him only a few weeks ago and reckoned he would need another soon.

The whole community had noticed that Aidan was filling his habit, including the Abbot.   He called the vesterer into his study one morning to ask him to issue Aidan with a bigger habit.   The vesterer said that there were no larger habits in Aidan’s height available and he was still awaiting an order of the habit material which was proving very hard to get at the moment.  The vesterer also pointed out that as they were now in July, Aidan only had a few more weeks before he gave birth.   It would be wasteful to make him a habit just for those few weeks.

The Abbot said nothing and nodded agreement but was thinking that it was very probable Aidan would soon be pregnant again, if the Lord was willing, helping Jon & Jan create their large family.  Instead he asked the vesterer for suggestions to which the vesterer replied that he could put gussets in the side seams.  They would be very obvious as he had no pieces of habit cloth of that size so they would have to be in another colour but, as the Abbot pointed out, it was their only option.   And so it was that Aidan’s habit was fitted with some large, bright yellow gussets.

It was only a few days after this that Jan & Jon visited.   They were astounded at how big their surrogate brother was getting and felt a little bit guilty that it was on their behalf.   They felt that they wanted to treat the young brother in some way.  They suggested to the Abbot that they take Aidan to their beach hut for a couple of days.   Brothers were often given little breaks by supporters of the community so the Abbot readily agreed.

Jon & Jan were pleased to have Br Aidan all to themselves for 48 hours and made a big fuss of him and the baby growing within him.   Jon was particularly demonstrative in his attentions which made Aidan a little uncomfortable.   He was glad when the 48 hours was over.

[devil-in-hiding]

did someone say.. ghostprice :)

not too many thoughts but simon getting behind price while he’s cooking them breakfast in the morning. and yes, we all know price is an eater but simon?

fucking famished 24/7

so instead of scarfing down the beans and toast price has prepared (well, is preparing), he gets down on his knees and tugs price’s tightie whities down before sticking his face in between his hairy cheeks and lapping at his captains hole.

their food is cold by the time they actually sit at the table.

also sorry to any brit’s if i got beans on toast wrong

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH you know me so well-

Because please John doesn’t get flustered anymore in their relationship, but THIS always manages to get his face burning and tongue tied, half assed pleads for Simon to “c’mon love, s-slow down I haven’t even- Fuck!” But Simon just slips his tongue deeper, eyes rolled to the back of his head as he basks in the feeling of Price shoving back against his tongue, strong hands finding their way into Simon’s hair

[daisies-daydreams]

Mama Hen Pt. 2 (Soap x Wife!Reader)

Pairing: Husband!Soap x Wife!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: P in V Sex, Mating Press, Cervix Fucking, Creampies, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Praise, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Mentions of Pregnancy Word Count: 1k+ 

Summary: After returning home from a long mission, you hesitantly ask Soap for something you’ve been wanting for a long time...a baby. Despite your fears of another rejection, he finally agrees. (AKA the fic where Soap does huge creams in your pussy). 

Pt. 1 

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Your heart thumped in your ribcage as John carried you to your bedroom. Each step sent bolts of lightning through you. His hands were cupped beneath your ass as he rolled his tongue with yours. You melted into him as he pushed the door open and laid you down on the comforter. 

“Can’t wait to get inside you, hen,” he snarled into your lips, his teeth lightly pinching your plump skin. 

You shivered, your hands clutching onto his dark green shirt. Your husband gazed at you with a famished glint in his eyes. 

“Gonna make you so round and full with our baby,” John drawled with a puff of hot air. 

He shifted his hips and began to tenderly drive them into yours. You moaned into his mouth as the friction between your sexes sent ripples through your cunt.  Whimpers left you as his length bumped your clit every so often. 

“Johnny, please,” you begged as you pulled away, a string of saliva attached to both of your open mouths. He tilted his head as he moved down to your ear. 

“I’ve got you, hen,” he panted with a gravelly voice. He shifted his hips to take off his pants and boxers, then his shirt. 

You quickly did the same, stripping yourself of your clothes and tossing them to a dark corner. Drool dripped out of your mouth when you turned to see his twitching, red member. Bright blue veins bulged on his shaft, his tip weeping with precum. His brows arched as he caught you staring. 

“Like what you see?” John said with a smirk, his hand starting to pump at his length. 

You whined as he crawled back on top of you, his dick hovering over the wet lips of your pussy. His eyes ate up the sight of you...all of you. You were a work of art to him; every crevice, scar, and stretchmark was a stroke in the masterpiece that was you. John’s hot breath fanned across your chest before he pressed his lips to your sternum. You felt him lean into your touch as you rubbed your hands up and down his tattered abs.

“Handsy, are we?” he lilted. 

You couldn’t even make a quick retort, not when you were filled with such a burning ache between your legs. Suddenly, his mouth latched onto and circled your nipple. You arched your back as your legs spread, allowing him to slot his cock in between your lower lips. He hummed into your tit as he slid his length back and forth. Your face turned red when you heard a soft squelching come from below. Your body was an impossibly hot furnace as he continued to nip and suck on your nipple. 

“God, you’re so beautiful. Gonna be such a good mama hen,” John groaned into your breast with another fervent thrust. 

You keened when he gave a small kiss to your nipple before blowing on it. His pupils were blown wide as he watched it stiffen beneath his lips. His eyes screwed shut as his cock harden over your heat, his salty precum leaking onto your quivering clit. 

“Fuck,” he hissed between his teeth. 

Something in him snapped as he suddenly leaned your legs forward. His tip kissed your tight entrance as you shuddered in his grasp. You moaned when his leaking tip dragged in and out of your hole. A whine escaped your swollen, bitten lips as he finally pressed into you, feeding you his cock inch by inch. You clutched his taut forearms, knuckles white as the pressure in your lower stomach grew. Both of you groaned when he bottomed out inside of you, the head of his cock now snug against your cervix.

“You okay if I move?” he asked, his thumb brushing against your cheek. 

“Y-yes, please-I need you Johnny,” you stuttered. Your eyes squeezed shut as you drank in the feeling of fullness. John took in a deep breath as he dragged his cock out of your walls, only leaving the tip in. You cried out when he slid back into you; deeply, slowly.

“Johnny,” you sobbed, your mind completely drunk from just one thrust of his cock.

“I’m here, dolly. I’ve got you,” he whispered into your ear as his cock knocked back into you. You felt your walls tighten around him as his head trailed against your spongy g-spot. He grunted at your grip, his dick twitching in your velvety walls. 

“God, you feel so good,” he moaned with a strained voice. 

Your eyes were misty as he snapped his hips into you with a steadier pace. You hooked your feet around his torso, the balls of your feet pressing into his solid back. Each delicious drag of his heavy cock sent waves of pleasure rippling through every nerve in your body. 

“OH MY GOD, JOHNNY!” you moaned as you felt his tip hit against your cervix with every push.  

John sank his teeth into your shoulder as he continued to rock into you. His dense balls slapped against the globes of your ass as he lifted your legs higher. Your back arched as your mouth opened into a silent scream, his dick rubbing against places that haven’t been touched in so long. His sturdy hips suddenly grazed over your clit, each stroke making your cunt flutter and toes curl.

“Could stay in this perfect pussy forever,” he growled ferociously.  

You shivered and bit your lip at the sound of skin slapping against skin. A familiar tightness began to wind in your lower stomach, his cock now drilling into you at an animalistic pace. 

“J-Johnny, I’m gonna cum!” you keened. 

His lips quickly found yours as he pounded into you. The squelching of your joined sexes was damn near obscene as your voice rose into a crescendo. You gasped as your body went stiff. Your plush walls clenched around him as you felt a wave of euphoria roll over you. The room was full of your gasps and moans as John continued to fuck you through your orgasm. 

“(Y/N), fuck-” he groaned.

John’s face twisted into pure ecstasy, his thrusts beginning to stutter. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slammed his cock deep into your cunt. You felt a shiver run down your spine as ropes of his thick, white cum splashed into your empty womb. The two of you were a mess of pants as you gazed into each other's eyes. John leaned down, his salty lips covering every inch of your face.

“Baby, do you think you could hang on for another one?” he asked, his brows knitted together as sweat dripped down his forehead. 

Your eyes gazed down at where his dick was still plugged into your fluttering walls. You opened your legs a little wider as your chest rose and fell. Your head was drowned in primal thoughts of him filling you to the brim with his seed. 

“Please, fill me up,” you begged, your breasts bouncing with your gasps. 

John’s face turned a darker shade of red while his cock shivered in your core. He readjusted your legs, nearly knocking your knees against the back pillow. You winced at the stretch. 

“You alright?” he asked. You bit your lip and nodded. “Good,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Want you to be comfortable while we’re makin’ our baby,” your husband rasped into your ear. 

Your walls clenched around his dick, your bright eyes drinking in the sight of the gorgeous man above you. He readjusted his hips, his cock slightly slipping out along with a concoction of your arousal and his cum. 

“I’m gonna start movin’. Let me know if it’s too much,” he said firmly.

“I-I will,” you breathed out. He gave you a soft smile before one of his thumbs trailed down your torso and pressed against your swollen clit. Your head fell back against the plush pillow as he drew tight circles around your fleshy nub.  

“So good, Johnny, please-keep doing that!” you whined.

John reached his face down to your lips as he continued to draw a small dance around your nub. Soon his hips began to lift, his hard member plunging into your sopping cunt once more. You felt your walls tighten much faster than they did before, his finger and thumb now lightly pinching and rubbing your clit as he sank his cock back into you. You moaned into the sloppy kiss, the room around you beginning to grow hotter and denser.

“AH, JOHN!” you keened as you shook. He grunted as you creamed around him for the second time, your pussy hugging onto his thick cock that was splitting you in two.

“Oh my God,” he breathed in. 

He spread your legs a little further as you sank back down from your high, his cock plunging down into the depths of your cum-soaked cunt. Your brain felt numb as the tendrils of overstimulation seeped through every inch of you. Your mouth could only string out a babble of moans and his name as you felt his cock stuff you full.

“B-Bonnie,” he stuttered as he pressed your knees next to your ears.

You gripped his arms as you felt his cock twitch in your contracting hole. Your eyes clamped shut as your third orgasm rippled over you in no time. With a final thrust, his hot seed gushed into your cunt. Your jaw hung slack as you milked him of every drop. Soon, his lips were all over your face, his cock still plugged in you as both of you came down from your highs. You leaned up and locked your lips with his, tasting all the sweat and desire as the two of you consumed each other in love. 

“God, that was-” you caught your breath. John looked down at you, his eyes drinking up your spent but satisfied face. “Johnny, I think that’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” you exhaled. He gave you a smile that said ‘Of course it was’ before giving your lips a quick peck. 

“You took me so well,” his lips danced over yours as he traced his fingers over the bump in your lower stomach. 

You trembled beneath his gentle touch while he slowly pulled out. His entire face was red as he stared in awe at your weeping hole. You winced when the pads of his fingers pressed some of the leaking cum back into your core.

“Can’t waste a single drop,” he heaved as he gently rubbed the pad of his thumb over your hole. 

You fluttered your lashes at him, your doe eyes wet and body still shivering from the aftershocks. John pressed his lips to your head, his large hand wrapping around your palm. 

“Need anythin’?” he asked with a squeeze to your hand. You hummed for a second. 

“Some water would be great,” you murmured. John nodded as he gave your hand another tight squeeze. 

“Right, one cold water for the bonnie lass,” he winked. You giggled as he slid off your messy covers. “Be right back,” John sang. You watched his bare form slip through the door, blushing at the two red indents in his back where your feet locked him in. 

You tried to steady your breathing as you lowered your sore legs onto the plush mattress. While your mind felt nearly empty, your heart was more than full. Soon your husband returned with two water bottles and a warm washcloth. You slightly opened your legs for him as he delicately pressed the cloth to your puffy folds, his other hand massaging the indents his fingers left on your thigh. 

“Such a gentleman,” you croaked with a tired voice. John grinned before he planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

“Anything for you, mama hen,” he winked while he finished cleaning you up. 

Your hands snaked down and pinched the flesh of his bare ass. He jolted in your touch, his mouth agape and eyebrows raise. 

“That’s payback from earlier,” you chuckled. He shook his head with a snort as he used the cloth to wipe of his cock. 

“And I thought I was the handsy one,” John quipped. He quickly tossed the damp cloth into the hamper as he climbed next to you. Your eyelids started to droop as you took a swig of cold water. 

“You tired?” your beau asked. 

You nodded, your body feeling heavier by the second. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to your naked form. He chuckled as he rubbed the expanse of your back, his lips finding themselves on the top of your head. 

“You did so well, hen. Let’s try to get some good rest, yeah?” he hummed. Your eyes closed as you nuzzled into his hefty chest. He grinned as he closed his eyes as well. 

“I love you, bonnie,” you heard John’s distant voice murmur into your ear. 

“I love you, too,” you slurred before finally letting sleep overtake you. 

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Thank you for reading!  ❤️

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[pjsk-headcanons]

i think we should get more theater kid kohane. like imagine early on in vbs akito still doesnt believe in her singing abilities so challenges her to sing a whole song without breathing. and theres very few songs she knows the whole way through and well enough to sing them faster to make it. so she sighs heavily, resigns herself to this fate, and quietly whispers "seventeen seventy six. new york city." before looking up at him with the most determined eyes and singing at the top of her lungs (while staring directily at him) "pardon me are you arron burr sir that depends whos asking oh sure sir im alexander hamilton im at your service sir i have been looking for youimgettingnervoussiriheard you name the princetown i was seeking an excellerratedcourse of study whn i got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours i may have punched him its a blur sir he handles the financials you punched the bursur yes i wanted to do what you did graduate in two and join the revolution he looked at me like i was stupid" (this section very pointed) "im not stupid." (BREATH) "so howd you do it howd you graduate so fast it was my parents dying wish before they passed youre an orphan of course i wish there was a war then we could prove that were worth more than anyone bargined for can i buy you a drink that would be nice while were talking let me offer you some free advice" (this section said with regular rythmn bc it is a crime not to) "talk less. what. smile more dont let them know what youre against or what youre for you cant be serious you wanna get ahead yes fools who run their mouths off wind up dead" "a yayowyayoa what time is it" (finger guns toya) "showtime!! like i said ayayowyayayow yo im john lawrence in the place to be a two pints a sam addams and im workin on three ya those redcoats dont wanna believe that i will bam chickabam those hats till im free a oui oui mon ami jmmapelle laffeyete" (i dont speak french idk man sorry) "the lancelot of the revolutionary set i came from afar just to say bon swa to the king cassoutire whos the best say moi brah brah i am hercules mulligan upping it loving it yeah i heard your mother say come again ayy kinda hard to have intercourse o'er four sets o coursets wow no more sex pour me another brew son lets raise a couple more to the revolution well if it aint the prodigy of bryston college arron burr drop a verse drop some knowledge" (BREATH) "well good luck with that youre taking a stand you spit imma sit well see where we land well the revolutions imminant whadda stall for if you stand for nothing burr whatll you fall for o who are you who are you who are you o who is this kid and whats hes gonna do i am not throwin away my shot i am not throwin away my shot yk im just like this country im young scrappy and hungry and im not thrownin away my shot imma get a scholarship to kings colledge prolly shouldnt brag but dawg i amaze i astonish problem is i gotta lotta brains but no polish gotta holler just to heard with every word i drop knowledge im a diamond in the rough shinin piece o coal tryin reach a goal pow'r speech unimpeachable only nineteen but ma mind is older these new york city streets gimme colder a shoulder every burden every disadvantage i have learnt to manage i dont have a gun to brandish i walk these streets famished the power to ponder to spark a new flame but damn its gettin dark so let me spell out my name i am the ay el! ee ex! ee en dee! ee ar we are! meant to be a coleny that runs independantly who needs britan keep shittin on us endlessly essentially they tax us relelntlessly then king george turns around and runs a spendin spree they aint never gonna set our decendents free so there will be a revolution in this century and to me he says in parenthisis dont be shocked when your history book mentions me i will lay down my life just to set us free eventually youll see my acendency!" (BREATH) "do you want me to keep going because i can" "i am both impressed and horrified."

kohane proceeds to teach toya the entirety of six. theres a specific line that gets stuck in his head every time and kohane spits out her drink when toya mumbles "all you wanna do, all you wanna do baby - touch me, love me, dont say maybe" while running his hand through akitos hair (who is oblivious)

minori and kohane scamper away to a hidden corner of miya at lunch break and shiho walks in on them singing a combanation of cringy idol songs and overhyped theater songs.

also she rearearaeearreally likes beetlejuice. vbs have a warmup where they take turns singing the song thats stuck in their head at that moment. kohane glances around. an gives her the thumbs up. "MOM. DEAD MOOOOOMOMOMOM I NEED A LITTLE HELP HERE. are you really in the ground? cause i feeeeeeeel you all areound me are you hear dead moooom dead mom. in skipping the middle. CAUSE DADDY'S IN DENIAL, DADDY DOESN'T WANNA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL HE WANTS ME TO SMILE AND CLAP LIKE A PERFORMING SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAL IGNORED IT FOR A WHILE BUT DADDYS LOST HIS MIND FOR REAL FOR REAL FOR REEEEAAAAAAAL YOU WONT BELEIVE THE MESS THAT WEVE BECOME DUN DUN DUN DUN" toya sitting there sweating and hoping that neither an nor akito can understand english that well because it would most definately bring up some unwanted memories.

and because its canon. she also LOVES wanadashow. going to school with OOTORI FUCKING EMU makes her a mess every time. her current vocal stims are "haha! you are king~" and "RULERRULERRULER ITS SHOW TIME HIGHERHIGHERHIGHER ITS SHOW TIME CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY" and that just repeats until someone ducktapes her mouth

oh and! if someone asks her what time it is she'll always say "it's showtime." arata does this too and everyone thinks she picked it up from him. nope. its both a wanadashow and hamilton reference. (he'll never admit it but arata is also a hamilton fan. he saw it while he was in the states and something about it entranced him. probably how well the rap is written. it heavily inspires a lot of his music and kohane makes the homophobic dog face every time. thats why she was so surprised in walk on and on with soumas unfinished track!!!)

no i dont project onto her whahahahahahahahhahaahaaaaaat. my theater kid phase is coming back. - 🎲 anon

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[john-laurens-hamilton]

What did Alexander Hamilton actually look like?

I've spent a lot of time looking at portraits of Hamilton, from the awful (that's an opinion) portrait by Charles William Peale to modern-day facial reconstructions, looking for constant features and repeated descriptions that can help us get as close as possible to knowing how Alexander's face really looked. So, I found myself writing these discoveries down in a Google doc with links to all of the cited portraits and busts and some descriptions. So I wanted to share.

Descriptions

This part features the collection of descriptions from publius-esquire on tumblr, whose account has been deactivated, plus a few I’ve gotten from my own research.

He was under middle size; thin in person, but remarkably erect and dignified in his deportment. His hair was turned back from his forehead, powdered, and collected in a club behind. His complexion was exceedingly fair, and varying from this only by the almost feminine rosiness of his cheeks. His might be considered, as to figure and color, an uncommonly handsome face. When at rest, it had rather a severe and thoughtful expression; but when engaged in conversation, it easily assumed an attractive smile. (William Sullivan)

Although I read with tranquility and suffered to pass without animadversion in silent contempt the base insinuations of vanity and a hundred lies besides published in a pamphlet against me by an insolent coxcomb who rarely dined in good company, where there was good wine, without getting silly and vaporing about his administration like a young girl about her brilliants and trinkets, yet I lose all patience when I think of a bastard brat of a Scotch pedlar daring to threaten to undeceive the world in their judgment of Washington by writing an history of his battles and campaigns. (John Adams)

Hamilton had no more gratitude than a Cat. If you give a hungry famished Cat a slice of meat, she will not accept it as a Gift; she will snatch at it by Force, and express in her countenance and air, that she is under no obligation to you; that she got it by her own cunning and activity, and that you are a fool for giving it to her. (John Adams)

…Yet, in the lapse of days, how insignificant appears the effigy of Burr beside this symmetrical, almost girlish engine of thought, intercourse and public science. (G.W.P. Custis, Katherine Baxter’s Godchild of Washington)

In the intercourse of these martial youths [Hamilton and Laurens], who have been styled “the Knights of the Revolution,” there was a deep fondness of friendship, which approached the tenderness of feminine attachment. (John Church Hamilton, Life of Alexander Hamilton)

…On his return, his friend said, “Well, you have seen Hamilton—you have seen the great man.” “I cannot tell you about his greatness,” the Divine answered, “but he was as playful as a kitten.” (John Church Hamilton, Life of Alexander Hamilton)

Even though he never liked to think of himself as handsome, other people couldn’t help but notice his dashing looks. [...] [his eyes were] deep azure, eminently beautiful, without the slightest trace of hardness or severity.” (Fisher Ames, Martha Brockenbrough’s Alexander Hamilton: Revolutionary) \

Portraits

John Trumbull, 1792, Alexander Hamilton

Another John Trumbull 1792 painting called Alexander Hamilton

John Trumbull, 1805 (post-mortem): The Midnight Appointments: Alexander Hamilton

Charles William Peale, early 1790s: Alexander Hamilton

Constantino Brumidi, published in 1904: Alexander Hamilton, head-and-shoulder portrait

Hamilton’s portrait in the 10-dollar bill, John Trumbull’s 1805 painting

1773 portrait of Alexander Hamilton, when he was either 16 or 18

The features we can see are persistent that Hamiton is always in a ¾ angle except for the last one, which is still made when he was young: the features I keep in my interpretation are his nose, his jawline (softer in John Trumbull’s portraits from 1792 as Hamilton grew older), and his smug grin, including mostly the arched eyebrows and the subtle smile in the corners of his lips.

Busts

Bust of Alexander Hamilton, 1794, by Giuseppe Ceracchi

His head looks like an egg and that’s so funny.

Now seriously, busts are some of the most accurate representations we have in the modern day. This one was made while Hamilton was alive, so more so; if we ignore his egghead, this is one of the most influential pieces on my own interpretation of Alexander Hamilton’s face.

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So, I sketched my own head-shoulders portrait + side profile portrait + 3/4 portrait. I am going to redraw them and paint them properly, but these are quick drawings I'll use as references for the final one:

I am super aware these are in no way a revolutionary masterpiece, but it's my attempt: to be fair, this is a history account, not an art one. But yeah! This was a dive through every source I could find, and of course, the credit for most of the descriptions goes to publius-esquire as I mentioned earlier.

[brainr0t-landfill]

🌃 Mercurial

ghoap x male reader

Chapter Five:Hunger Pains

"Hunger hurts but I want him so bad oh it kills."

~Fiona Apple, Paper Bag

Johnny's hungry.

His stomach churning with acid, threatening to eat away at his calm demeanor, the car ride is silent Simon keeps a broad hand on his knee to keep him calm as they drive back home from the hangar.

On the way he imagines home, it's barely morning so you might be in bed, nestled between blankets, freshly shaven and bare safe for you boxers. He wants to rub his stubble against your smooth cheeks press himself against you from chest to thigh and stay there untill he's warm again, he can almost feel you barely awake sour breath brushing against his lips as you pat around fro Simon with your free hand ,your soft sleepy murmuring as they press you between them, his hand on the small of Simon's meaty back, the three of you half asleep yet aware, how right it feels like the twilight zone after a surgery.

Or maybe you'll be up restless and oversimulated from some late night project busying yourself with cooking them an extra early breakfast and he'll get to nudge you away into Simon's waiting arms and take over flipping the pan or watching the soup, you'll all go to bed with full bellies and warm hearts just as you're supposed to. He refuses to think about the possibility of you being distant, cold, unsafe. He doesn't want to confront the things he's had to do to keep his home together, he doesn't want to process the amount of personal and legal boundaries he has completely ignored, how much he's hurt you in retaliation when he swore he'd be better than that.

"Nearly there."

He looks out the car window and sees the quiet, sleepy home, the curtains shut, not a peek of light, you must be in bed then, he's desperate for a bed warm with the scents of his lovers, his steps are slow as he climbs up the stairs, hands firm on the railings ;his bad knee acting up and his stomach knotted tight, eating away at itself. He hopes you've saved him an ice pack like you used to, he hopes you'll rub it better, he hopes you'll allow them the quiet and comfort they need to shake away Soap and Ghost; take off the second skin and and press the raw, fresh one under that against yours.

He stops when he sees Simon standing frozen still on the threshold, his shoulders stiff, he keeps clenching and unclenhiching his fists.

The apartment is dark, quiet, he tastes something rotten on his tongue.

"Something wrong, Si?"

Simon Riley knows hungry houses, he grew up in one. Houses hungry for calm, for warmth, for content residents and calm, quiet night. He knows how they get desolate and rabid when left fasting, waiting for too long, how the bedrooms become mouths full of sharp jagged teeth, how the basement fills with orange acid, how the whole house grows cold and reeks. How everything is crumbling before you can see it.

He had hoped his home, the one he had built up from scraps with you and Johnny would never starve. It had been hungry, he knows that and it had been repaired, fed; after you snapped and struggled fighting against something he knows you need, it had been foreseen, half prepared for.

He stand stock still in the threshold of a house famished, he feels it before he knows it. İt feels liminal somehow, empty the darkened throat of the hallway beckoning him in like a cliff edge. He throws his bag on the floor and takes off his boots flicks on the lights, yells out your name as John barges in, sensing the drastic shift in his mood. The two of them; muscles connected to the same nerve, glued to the same bone.

No answer, he grits his teeth.

"He's not in bed."

Johnny calls from inside the house as Simon looks around, disoriented, terrified and that's when he spots it, your card placed neatly on the kitchen island, next to it; a note.

Something lashes in him like a hissing snake, rattling his ribs and pulling his muscles taut, pulling Ghost with his sure hands and calculating, focused mind back out of the fog.

He wants to vomit.

[icarusbetide]

Do you have that one quote where Adams (?) was describing Hamilton as an ungrateful cat. That man always comes up with bangers

Hey anon, yes I do! I have a collection of unhinged John Adams quotes, it's amazing. The full quote is:

"Hamilton had no more gratitude than a Cat. if you give a hungry famished Cat, a Slice of meat, She will not accept it as a Gift: She will snatch it by Force, and express in her Countenance and Air, that She is under no obligation to you; that She has got it by her own Cunning and Activity, and that you are a fool for giving it to her."

#Hamilton first male victim to be accused of being catty and arrogant

It's an excerpt from a letter Adams wrote to the Boston Patriot in 1809. If I remember right, the entire thing is a fair bit of him defending himself (?), referring to things that "Adams" may or may not have done, and going over past events with Washington, Hamilton. Really airing out the dirty laundry I guess, 5 years after the man died.

Here's the link to the Founders Online full letter.

Some of his best Hamilton quotes come from after Hamilton's death when he can't shoot back, which I think is pathetic and amazing.