#he's gonna getcha >:3

[skelekins]

:D was part of a holiday art exchange in a bitty group! I got @cranberrypie451's mischievous error bitty Button. =w= Krampus seemed to suit him p well hehehe.

[shimomcdragon]

POV: oil

[trashy-roadkill]

About time I actually draw twisted designs, SHOUT OUT TO FOLKS WHO DRAW TWISTED DANDY CENTAUR-LIKE, YALL WERE MY INSPO FOR THIS, kinda had a bit of that one myth, Kuchisake-Onna, for some inspo regarding a "they look safe but aren't" vibe lol I'll clean it up and add a bit more to the design maybe

[murderoushagthesequel]

Maybe It Isn't

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, smoke (525 words)

hmmmm, what to say, what to say. idk i'm proud of the story but not too proud of the writing here. we shall see how it holds up. i basically never write anything even remotely close to canon lol so. anyway CW: death, implied murder

“Avada Kedavra!” he hears. And no, no it can’t be. There were only two Order members fighting him and Bellatrix. The chances that he’s still alive are slim. Regulus pulls off his mask, coughing as the surrounding smoke fills his lungs. He looks around but he can’t see another person anywhere, the air too thick. Then he hears the maniacal laughter. No. No, absolutely not.

Regulus tears off through the smoke, tripping over stones here and there and catching himself. The tripping and the smoke don’t even register to his senses anymore. He’s consumed with sheer terror. As the shrieking laughter grows louder, Regulus sees two figures emerge. One is crumpled on the ground, lifeless. Regulus freezes. If it’s him… 

He can’t even bear the thought. His wand falls to the ground and his skin goes white. Then the figure turns around. The laughter cuts off instantly. 

“Fuck,” the voice says, looking at Regulus staring at the lifeless body. “Reg, I’m so sorry I-” All the air rushes back into Regulus’ lungs as he recognizes the voice of James Potter talking to him. The body on the ground is Bellatrix. He immediately falls to the ground sobbing. He’s okay. His James is okay. And he just killed his cousin. Regulus could not give less of a fuck about Bellatrix’s death. Not when James is right here.

“Reg, oh my god. She just came at me and-”

“Shut the fuck up, idiot,” Regulus hiccups through his crying. And James shuts his mouth. Regulus pushes himself up to stand, rushing forward and throwing himself into James’ arms. James seems startled at first, but he quickly wraps his arms around Regulus and holds him tight. This is where he was meant to be, how could he ever forget? “You’re alive,” he chokes. James moves his hands to Regulus’ cheeks and pulls his face back so their eyes meet.

“Merlin, I’ve missed you,” he says. The scrutiny of James’ eyes scanning his face makes Regulus squirm, but James doesn’t seem displeased in the slightest by whatever he finds. 

“I rather fucked everything up didn’t I?” Regulus asks, looking away. James pulls him right back to look at him.

“It’s never too late, Regulus.”

“It isn’t?” Regulus asks, searching James’ face for the lie, but there is none. And oh, how he missed looking at James’ face. How he missed being here, in his arms, and just being close to him.

“No,” James smiles. He presses a light kiss to Regulus’ forehead. “And I’ve never stopped loving you. Not for a second.” Those simple words reignite the spark in Regulus he thought had died long ago. That of passion, of love, of all the things that made him him before they were stripped away. Maybe James is right. Maybe it isn’t too late.

He takes a chance, and kisses James. And the way James can’t stop smiling into it, and the way he picks Regulus up to twirl him around makes him believe that he still has a chance to make things right.

The smoke still surrounds them, but Regulus can’t even see it in the presence of James’ light.

[oc-cinematic-universe]

kind of obsessed with the way joe just doesnt care that people are trying to kill him until its becoming more annoying than not. Then he gets mad

[kalifornia1025]

The Three Students Pt. 1 notes (SPOILERS)

Alright, pt.1 reaction notes let’s get started!

Ooooh okay, sneak peek at what's to come for Sherlock! Very interesting…

I knew I KNEW Archie was gonna be “in trouble” for this episode based on the patreon newsletter!! Honestly good on John for having a whole Sherlock-esque deduction monologue about Archie being guilty (unfortunately he’s rather wrong later on)

Oooh so that’s how they end up at Oxford! Because Sherlock was asked to be a speaker! Good for him

I so get the huge difference between speaking publicly because you have to vs getting really into talking about your special interest. Same Sherlock, I getcha.

‘Autistic man turns down offer to speak to room full of people’ ngl this is a MOOD (as an autistic woman myself!)

LESTRADE MENTION!! John is so right in saying Lestrade would be putting in a lot of work to let people like Sherlock (consulting detective - not a CERTIFIED one), himself (doctor from Swindon), and Mariana (accountant from Sociedad) legally take on serious criminal cases so it’s only fair Sherlock returns the favor for that. 

Sherlock, you framed the DOG for your crimes! You’re a good consulting detective but an unhinged criminal

John you’re SO SALTY over Spain’s victory in the Euros, YOU get over it!

‘Nerd alert’, ‘Got half a mind to give you a wedgie’ of course YOU’D be a bully jock John, why am I not surprised?

Cracked open a beer already? Played Madonna late into the night? John, are you okay??

Oop, Mariana lore? 

I weirdly find John’s little chuckle cute when he’s asking Mariana what she did

Mariana, you did WHAT?? John no, that was NOT a ‘goodun’!

JRR TOLKIEN MENTION!! Been a huge Lord of the Rings fan lately

John, you’re a little TOO excited about a pub being there…

‘Wankfest’? John you said that in the same sentence as Sherlock’s speech….the speech sounds fine for now but my gut’s telling me the final draft is gonna SUCK

‘Sherly sense’ John I both love and hate you for that

Okay but shoutout to Adam Jarrell for having a BLAST with that voice acting! I certainly found it delightful

And there it is! Sherlock, you will find yourself in the middle of a case ANYWHERE

I'll say this: I love how this podcast takes the classic acd cases and reinvents them to make them make more sense in the modern day setting! The irony of a mysterious crime being committed for a Criminology controlled assessment is perfect, and honestly a step up from the original being about a Greek exam.

Sherlock: “I will take on the case, you have my word that-“ Soames: “What about the speech?” Sherlock: “…I forgot about that”, Sherlock why do you do this to yourself?

Oh John…you’re gonna become a frat boy, aren’t you?

HE IS!! JOHN YOU MESSY PERSON (I still love you <3)

Drunk John calling Mariana ‘Mrs. Hudson’ is cute to me for some reason

VODKA?! Oh he was PARTYING partying. John, why do you do this to yourself??

Oh no, poor Sherlock’s nervous!

And that’s all for part one! I REALLY really like when the podcast reinvents classic cases to have it make more sense in regard to the realistic modern day circumstances like why they’re ACTUALLY there and what case coincidentally comes up for them to solve! Also guys…I’m kinda getting worried for John. Dude hasn’t been sleeping well in the last episodes and now the alcohol is becoming more frequent for him. Am I the only one on this??

[lume-nosity]

an: this is a reupload!! (copy and paste pain) because for some reason my original post wasn’t showing up on the tags?? even my own??? if this doesn’t show up again i’m just gonna leave it as is. also the og’s who saw the post before i took it down are the real ones <3 anyways, requests are closed but i took this as a suggestion because i wanted to do it. when i saw this in my inbox i felt productive/determined to fulfill this ask so you're welcome /Ih and holy shit 2k+ notes on part one you guys are crazy thank you so much i'm so glad you liked it!! you take care of yourself as well dear anon <3

‘i've got my eye on you.’ (pt. 2)

prompt: what would they do if they saw their s/o in an uncomfortable situation

characters: itto, diluc, zhongli, ayato, tartaglia, thoma, kaeya

style: fluff, much fluff

notes: not proofread, lowercase intended, possibly ooc because i used character demos/teasers/ a few voicelines as references, gender neutral reader, the smaller text is whispering, no dialogue/use for [name], kuki shinobu mention in itto's part, how tf do you write zhongli and kaeya, petnames: beloved, treasure, love, swearing, blood mention in tartaglia's part, tartaglia getting a little violent, got lazy while writing the last few portions

reblogs are appreciated!

itto

"HEYYYY THERE YOU ARE!! so uh, are these guys bothering you?"

"huh, so they are. hey! hey, no worries! ill getcha outta here. i'm THE arataki numero uno they’re dealing with."

"hey, so, you're making my lovely super amazing wonderful partner uncomfortable and i would absolutely LOVE it if you leave em alone."

"oh wait, they're already gone. OHHHH did i scare them?? HAHAHAAA, man, that was great. totally worth the scare. anyways! want to have an onikabuto battle? yeah? OKAY! come on, come on, come on!!! i know the best spot to find them. but just so you know, i will beat you this time!"

let me tell you itto's was a lot of fun to write. i don't have to write too seriously!!!

he was looking for you actually, to have a little onikabuto battle since he's determined to win. (despite the many losses he has under his belt)

but seeing you look so uneasy from afar, yeah no he's not having it. ran towards you at mach 20.

one simple glance at him, those creeps are running to their mothers. the best part was that itto was confused as to why they've run off but he assumed it was because of him.

well, he's half right, because what really scared them off was kuki shinobu's shadow quite literally appeared out of nowhere next to you and itto. mvp! you guys weren't aware of her presence, because after they ran off, she just walked away. stealthy. like a boss.

i find it canon that if itto has a s/o shinobu would do anything in her power to keep those two away from trouble/danger. it's her job as deputy leader of the arataki gang, right?

diluc

"look, i'm not interested in small talk, but i'll get straight to the point. if you wish to make things simple for the both of us, see yourselves out. i won't ask again."

"what am i going to do about it? well, wouldn't you like to know." (casually readies his claymore)

"what a bunch of imbeciles. *sigh* i apologize for not arriving here sooner, i'll escort you home."

"you. want to stay with me? alright, i'll arrange a room for you at the winery right away. no? ah. i see. then i suppose my bed would big enough for the two of us to sleep on. are you satisfied with that? good. now let's go."

he isn't the darknight hero for nothing

like the gentleman he is, he was going to accompany you until you get home safely and then exchange goodbyes.

but no, you wanted to stay with him for the night. he has many rooms for the guests to use, but when you in particular suggested to sleep with him in his room, he of course doesn't mind since it's you.

should it be anyone else, it'll be an immediate no. so be glad you get to have this privilege from the guy because he loves you and is willing to do anything for you

zhongli

"pardon the intrusion, but i believe now's the time for the both of us to take our leave. please excuse us."

"it'd be wise for you to not place your indelicate hands onto my beloved. lest you'll see a rather.. grotesque, outcome."

"my dear, are you alright? ... how did i find you, you may ask? oh, please do not underestimate me. i'm far more than what meets the eye."

"we are sharing a contract, after all. to live and cherish life with one another until the end of time, to be safe, filled with tenderness and warmth within our hearts, and to not have anyone interfere that great deal of a bond. for you are my greatest treasure."

rip my brain for having to push zhongli's portion out because it clearly cannot comprehend this man's vocabulary.

you and him are to follow a contract, yes. but it's similar to a confession, if that makes sense?

basically zhongli was the one to confess to you first with his built-in thesaurus (to which you accepted of course if you like him too) and then have you and him sign' this sort of contract as a promise to stick with one another for as long as life can allow it. and by sign...

it's a kiss. to seal the contract :)

ayato

"a pity. hm? yes, i am 'the head of the kamisato clan. but your concerns about my reputation is irrelevant."

"you're harassing my lover, and if i catch you doing this unsightly act once again, then i'm afraid i'll have to resort to something that'll make you wish you've never been born."

"ah, my words were too harsh? nonsense, it was vitally necessary. at least it'd driven them away. well, i guess there are benefits for someone of high status."

"come now, i'll have my staff cook you something to your liking. you are my lover, so they'll be sure to suit your needs. you needn't worry."

fun fact: i've never finished ayato's story quest so i was writing this blind (with the help of some voicelines/demos/teasers, this goes along with the rest of the men on this list)

originally, you two were going on a nightly stroll since he was free but were stopped by a group of creeps. however, ayato handled the matter in his way.

in his head, those creeps are a waste of time and mere bugs because, well, they are. and pathetic, because they immediately recognize him for his high status and they all shrank in his presence. which made things easier for ayato. he made a small threat, and then they zoomed.

afterwards, he wanted to bring you home for dinner instead. continuing to stay out after that ordeal was not an option in his book.

what a good man

tartaglia

"wow, you all are quite bold. daring to do that while i'm here? hah, how risky. i'm actually impressed, by how wrong of a move you've just played."

"say, wouldn't you guys be interested for a sparring session? i'll be delighted to fight you all at the same time to enhance my combative capabilities. no? are you sure? okay, the offer's still on the table you know. and don't think i'm letting you all off so easily."

"love, are you alright? did they hurt you? if they did then i'll be sure to give them the same pain as they did to you. but worse. hm? no? okay, if you insist."

"moving on, let's go home shall we? the more i think about those creeps, the more i'm itching to grab my blades and hunt them down. oh! no, it's nothing. let's move, wouldn't want to stay out for too long."

we all know that he'll definitely end them

the thing is, he was right next to you when it happened and it's almost as if those asshats were blind!!!

blinded by his beauty ig

well, those assholes should sleep with one eye open every night now that tartaglia has seen them.

thoma

"excuse me, my partner and i are in a hurry. we have important business to attend to and we wouldn't want to be late."

"we won't take up the rest of your time, so please, if you'll excuse us."

"phew, that was rough. i didn't like how they were treating you, so i wanted to help you out. oh nonono, there's no need to thank me! as your boyfriend, it's my job to make sure that you're safe and happy at all times!"

"to get your mind off of what happened, i'll cook dinner for you tonight. any preferences? favorites? recipes? ill be sure to write them down!"

thoma based

instead of staying and insulting them, he just makes up an excuse to leave! it saves less time!!

..which shunned the creeps to bits. because you see, to me, people who are as kindhearted as thoma are equivalent to sunshine. and by sunshine i mean blindingly bright.

too nice and polite to the point the creeps are blind and deaf, you get what i mean?

kaeya

"well, well, well, how amusing of you all to act in such a way while i'm here. clearly you weren't cautious about your surroundings nor able to understand the differences between common courtesy and disrespect."

"how do i think so? from what you were displaying a few seconds ago, there's an obvious answer to that. it's allill written in your face. uneasiness. just like my partner."

"run along now, before your feet will run cold."

"ah, please, spare me the thanks. i only did what i had to do. as long as you're safe, that's all that matters to me. now then, allow me to treat you to dinner. it's all on me~"

honestly i got very lost in writing kaya's portion despite listening to his voicelines for like 2-3 times :,)

but, what i can conclude from this is that he'll be the sly bro he usually is with people

except in here, it's a bit different. his words are like that of a snake, wrapping around its prey.

makes sense, because kaeya doesn't stand people who make his s/o uncomfortable. if he scares them off or anything, then so be it. anything to keep you safe.

[cloudcountry]

mushrooms and mayhem

Genre/Tropes: Mutual pining!! Jade uses a LOT of pet names!!

Summary: In order to get back at Octavinelle for messing with them, some Heartslabyul students stir up trouble for you. Jade, funnily enough, doesn't like that very much.

Author's Comments: BUCKLE UP GUYS I WROTE AN ANGRY JADE!!! I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ABOUT THE SIDE OF JADE WE DONT RLLY SEE THAT MUCH FOR A BIT SO HERE IT IS!!!!!!! He's also mildly uhhh possessive so yeah. There is physical violence here also so watch out for that!!

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The leaves on your succulent were starting to shrivel.

Tilting your watering can towards the plant, you let the water pour and soak into the soil. Humming a tune to yourself, you watered the rest of them carefully. Setting the watering can down once you finished, you took some time to check on Jade’s mushrooms, which were growing right next to your succulents. He insisted on placing your plants right next to each other, and even though you didn’t understand his reasoning, you agreed.

(Succulents needed quite a bit of sunlight and very little water, while mushrooms needed darkness and a moist environment. They could not have been more different, but Jade made it work somehow.)

He was so cool.

The log seemed to have housed the new mushrooms beautifully, their little clusters slowly making their place in the rotting wood. You felt happy at his success, knowing how much Jade was looking forward to his mushrooms growing.

Taking out your phone, you took a quick picture of them and sent them to him.

Your mushrooms are doing great!!

A smile worked its way onto your face as the little bubble at the bottom of your text changed to read. Of course he had his phone on him, he always responded to your messages very quickly. The small typing bubble popped up in the other corner as you stared down at your phone, waiting anxiously for his response.

Thank you for checking in on them, Little Pearl. I appreciate it.

You squealed at the nickname, doing a little dance before clutching your phone to your chest. The nickname was something you adore, but had never quite gotten used to.

With hearts swarming around your head, you set the cloth back in place and picked back up your watering can. You might as well check on the rest of your plants too, since you had the time. You went to check in on your spider and snake plants, both of which seemed to be doing well too. You felt your spirits droop a bit when you realized you’d have to leave your little sanctuary, but cheered up when you realized that you could now go see Jade. Unlocking your phone again, you started to type out another text.

No problem! Anything for you!

You stopped, heat creeping up your cheeks.

Wait, was that too forward? What if he thought that was weird?

Steeling yourself, you didn’t hit backspace and kept typing.

I’m heading over to the Mostro Lounge to see you, so wait for me there!

Sending it, you started at your phone and waited for a response. You never had to wait long, and like always, he began typing quickly.

I’ll be looking forward to it.

This time he sent you a picture of your favorite drink, Floyd’s eyeball in the bottom corner of the screen making you choke on your laughter.

Apologies for Floyd. He insisted he say hi to you.

SHRIMPY COME QUICK OR I’LL COME GETCHA!!! >:3 !!!!! <333

Beaming at your phone screen, you savored the moment before slipping it back in your pocket. Placing the now empty watering can on the nearby table, you began your walk back to the front of the botanical gardens.

“Stupid…Gonna get them back…come on…now…nobody…”

Stopping in your tracks, you strained your ears to catch bits of the conversation. It seemed like they were talking around the area in which your succulents were, but they didn’t sound like Jade or Floyd. You began to move closer, this time slowly, holding your breath and silencing your footsteps just like Floyd had taught you during last year's Beanfest. As you peeked into the clearing in which your plants were, you took notice of three figures around Jade’s log.

“Hey, doesn’t the Prefect come around here sometimes to check on this piece of trash?” one student asked, nudging the log with his foot, “Aren’t they supposed to show up soon?”

“Nah man, they just left. I made sure to watch out for them.” another student answered, “This is the perfect opportunity to get back at those Octavinelle bastards. We shouldn’t waste it.”

You narrowed your gaze, eyes flickering over each of their figures. All of them were relatively tall. Two had brown hair, one was blonde. All of them were Heartslabyul students. You definitely hadn’t seen them around before, but you could ask Ace and Deuce about them if they did anything fishy.

The group circled Jade’s log, throwing off the black cloth, your eyes widened as one of them raised their foot, clearly about to smash the log to smithereens.

“Stop!” you yelled, jumping out into the small clearing, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Ack-! It’s them! Dude, you said they’d be gone by now!” one of them hissed, taking a few steps backward.

“Idiot, it doesn’t matter! They’re magicless, we can take them!” the one who had his leg raised over the log smirked at you, “What, you don’t want to see this log gets smashed? Is it important to you?”

“You want to get back at Jade, right? Well that log isn’t his! It’s my mushrooms. You’ll be destroying someone else’s things.” you lied, brain running a mile a minute to get his mushrooms to safety.

“Hm. I don’t believe you.” He snickered, stepping away from the log, “But hey, if we need to beat you up before getting to the main event, I’m game.”

You steeled yourself against the three students, sneakily removing your phone from your back pocket. A quick few taps and you sent your location to Jade’s phone. He knew where you were, but sending him your location would tell him everything he needed to know.

You were in trouble.

“Why are you so intent on destroying those mushrooms?” you asked, trying to stall for time so you could figure out a way to save them.

“What do you mean, why?” one of them scoffed, stalking towards you with a fearsome glare, “Azul messed with one of our friends. Cheated him out of a deal. We’re going to get him back tenfold!”

Azul doesn’t do that. He’s just smarter than the rest of you.

“Then go for Azul. Why go for the Leech brothers?” you furrowed your brow, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“That’s none of your business!” he yelled, leering at you as he got a bit too close for your comfort, “Quit talking and scram!”

“No. I can’t let you destroy my plants!” you shouted, holding your ground as your heart pounded in your chest.

“Grah! Whatever, just smash it!” he huffed, grabbing your upper arm harshly, “This bitch isn’t going to let it go.”

A loud smash echoed through the greenhouse before you could process what had just happened. Tears filled your eyes as you gazed upon the broken log, the mushrooms Jade tried so hard to grow scattered across the ground as the other two boys stomped mercilessly on them.

“You bastards!” you screamed, punching the one that grabbed you hard in the stomach.

He staggered back in surprise, clutching his stomach with wide eyes. His two companions began to laugh, cracking their knuckles as they surrounded you.

“Aww, did that upset you? Why don’t you run to Jade then?” the blond one mocked, pulling his fist back as if about to punch you.

You got into the fighting stance Vil had taught you, prepared to defend yourself so you could do just that.

“They don’t need to.”

That voice had never sounded so beautiful to your ears, the blood rushing to your brain and the adrenaline running through your veins doing nothing to stop you from turning your back on the enemy. Jade stood in the pathway, eyes dark with rage. You briefly registered one of the students grabbing you again as his eyes flashed dangerously,

“Oh my.” he hummed, stepping into the clearing, slowly taking off his gloves, one finger at a time, “It seemed I’ve stumbled upon a scuffle.”

“Jade, I’m so sorry. I tried to stop them-!” you called out,  squirming in the student’s hold, “I promise I tried.”

“I know you did.” he met your gaze, the rage giving way to something soft and affectionate for a moment, “Let me take care of this, dear.”

“So these were your mushrooms!” one of them shouted, putting his fists up as he eyed Jade, “This is to get you back for what you did to our friend!”

The one holding you yelled in agreement, tightening his grip on you and you tried kicking and punching and anything to get out of his hold and go to Jade.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’d have to give you a good squeeze…and we wouldn’t want that.” he hissed, clenching his fists, “I don’t like it when people touch what’s mine.”

The first punch thrown was caught in Jade’s fist as he threw one right back. Your eyes widened at the display of strength from a man that always seemed so composed, often staying in the shadows and lurking while his twin started the fights. Watching him fight now, you were aware of the raw power he possessed, and knowing that power was being let loose to protect you made your heart seize.

The fight was over before you could even process what happened, the tight arms of the Heartslabyul student sliding away from your form as he rushed to defend his friends. You could do nothing but fall to your knees and watch as Jade’s dark eyes turned to you, the three students groaning in pain on the ground.

“I do hate getting physical. I’m sorry you had to see that.” he murmured, stooping down to your level, “Are you okay, Little Pearl?” 

“I’m sorry too.” you mumbled, falling face first into his chest as the adrenaline slowly left your system.

“Oh, sweet thing…” he hummed, petting the back of your head, “Thank you for trying to protect my mushrooms. Don’t put yourself in danger like that next time, okay?”

“I didn’t want to make you sad. I know you worked hard for them.” you said, peeking up over his shoulder at the three students, “I’m…I’m sorry it got to that.”

“It’s okay, dear. It’s not your fault at all.” he smiled, teeth sharp and dangerous, “They dared to cross me, and that is the treatment they shall receive. I can always grow more mushrooms, but I could never replace you. Please be more careful.”

You said nothing, opting to hold him tightly instead. He cooed comforting words into your ear, rubbing circles on your back.

“I’ll call Floyd over here to make sure they’re taken care of. Rest assured, they will not touch you or your plants.” he said, hands slowly leaving your skin as he stood up, “Follow me, dear. Let’s get you fixed up...and that drink I promised. It’s on the house.”

[pro-mammonologist]

Mammon would be the type to finger you and moan in your ear from how much he can feel your pussy squeeze his pretty fingers<3

Hehehehehehe

Mammon would be dry humping you while thinking about how well you’d squeeze around him too. Mammon definitely would do it when he’s bored too. Just come up to you and hold you in his lap and starting playing with you and lose it at how tight you are.

I can hear Mammon rn.

He’s got you strewn across his lap, your face down ass up while he pulls your panties to the side and slowly starts to dip inside. He presses two fingers in straight away, and he moves slow so he can feel you tense and relax around him. You whine as he starts to thrust them in and out slowly.

“If you’re this tight you might not be able to take it. We need to getcha nice and ready.” He’d slip in a third finger and fight to spread them inside of you as he lets at your g-spot. “Mm, you liked that huh?” He’s talking to you but he desperately wants to move himself. His cock is pressed against your abdomen but all he can feel is the cotton of his underwear. He’s twitching just slightly, begging himself to stay calm and patient.

Mammon takes what he wants and he decided he wanted you to come undone just around his fingers, but he often overestimates his own ability to not want to go further. “Mc, you’re pushing me. The way you keep on squeezing around my fingers has my cock aching to be inside you. And I’m not just talkin’ pressing it past your pretty lips.” Mammon’s other hand is occupied with your mouth now, stroking your lips and pressing his thumb just barely past them. “Nah, I wanna fuck you so bad it’s got me stupid. Fuck, if you could feel how tight you are right now…”

Mammon was hoping you’d do it for him. That you’d rock your body on top of his groin, that he wouldn’t let himself lose control. You were too much of a good little human to not do something he didn’t ask of, but he wished you would. Your pretty moans were what had him pussy whipped too, your whines, gasps, breaths, all of it was too much for him to take. He’s such a greedy bastard but he so desperately wanted to prove he can hold himself back but—

“Mammmonnnn—just fuck me already please. I need more.” You begged him. And that was it.

“Mc… I’ve been waitin’ for you to say that all fucking night. I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy til it doesn’t even wanna let go.”

[starlightrosa]

Mabel Pines, Journal Thief

With thanks to @gravityfallsaddict124 for this utterly adorable prompt! Always wanted to write for Gravity Falls, so I do hope this is well-received!

Summary: All Dipper wanted to do was read his journal before bed. But Mabel had other plans. At least Dipper knows how to make Mabel give it back.

A/N: Much platonic, most wow. Also Dipper's a little mean in this one, so read with caution if you're in a lee mood :D

Word Count: 1.6k

Enjoy <3

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It had been a weird and wonderful day in Gravity Falls, like usual. In the aftermath of the latest crazy hijinks, featuring an innocent task of dealing with the gnomes on the front lawn of the Mystery Shack due to their Grunkle Stan’s complaints about the short and bearded misters appearing and terrifying the paying customers, the plan was for Dipper to read through his journal quietly until he had to sleep. Until…

“Ugh! Mabel, give me it back!” Dipper implored, even as he chased his twin sister around the Mystery Shack. Mabel giggled as she was still racing around the home, Journal #3 held tight in her hands.

“Gotta catch me first, Dipper!” Mabel crowed. “I’m on five ultra-shots of Mabel Juice, you’ll never get this journal off of me, little brother!”

“Ugh! Mabel, come on! This isn’t funny!” Dipper said, getting annoyed. Why did Mabel have to do this…? How was he going to catch his sister and get his journal back? Dipper then thought of something. Dipper knew he was ticklish, and twins had a higher chance to share their weaknesses. Which meant…!

“Oh, Mabel! I’m gonna getcha~!” came the crooning call from Dipper. Mabel’s feet screeched to a halt, enough to Dipper to lunge forth and grab her, taking his sibling to the floor. Mabel gasped and looked up, to see Dipper’s hands gripping her wrists and pulling them over her head.

“What?!” Mabel asked, giggling nervously as she tried wriggling out, but there was no give. Dipper grinned.

“I did ask nicely, Mabel. But since you won’t give back what belongs to me, I’ll just make you give it back.” Dipper said, his fingers not ceasing their wiggling as he slowly lowered those digits down to Mabel’s sides.

Mabel closed her eyes, giggling freely. But when no tickles came, she peeked one eye open and looked to Dipper, who smirked above her.

“Whahahat are you doing? Just dohoho it, Dihihipper!” Mabel complained. But Dipper chuckled and shook his head in response, not letting his twin turn her sight away from the ever wiggling digits.

“I’m gonna get ya good, Mabel. You know I will.” Dipper continued, enjoying Mabel’s quiet and nervous laughter way more than he probably should. “And I’m not gonna stop the tickles you’re gonna get until you’re crying…”

Mabel’s cheeks burned red and she did her best to turn her head away from Dipper.

“Oh, right. I forgot how the word makes you blush.” Dipper chuckled. “Does it make you feel tingly, Mabel?”

Mabel’s anticipatory smile was so wide by now, one could assume it almost looked painful. But the stubborn girl held herself together as best as she could, despite Dipper’s teasing croons that were working wonders to stir her nerves up.

“D-Dip… we can talk about this. From one twin to another…” Mabel stuttered, trying to bargain her way out of her impending doom. Dipper’s mischievous grin widened, as did Mabel’s own, but more from a nervous standpoint rather than a mischief-laced one.

“Nothing to talk about, Mabel.” Dipper responded. “Revenge is sweet.” he said, before his wiggling digits finally landed and took off along Mabel’s stomach, pinching along her lower stomach. For Mabel, to finally get her tickles Dipper promised was a bit like a twisted blessing. No more anticipation, cause she was never the best at handling that anyway.

But now Mabel’s senses were overwhelmed with maddening tickles inflicted by her cheeky twin brother, her mind overcome with only one recurring thought: “It tickles, it tickles, it tickles, it tickles, it tickles!”

And poor Mabel shrieked before she fell into hysteric giggles, pushing at Dipper’s hands the best that she could.

“D-DIPPER! NOHOHOHO!!!!” Mabel squealed, the girl lost in a world of near-musical laughter that was a delight to hear.

“No? No, no tickles here?” Dipper asked, smiling.

Mabel shook her head, the girl trying her best to plead, but to Dipper, it just sounded like a mix of pleas and nonsensical words that Mabel made up, none of which could be made to be articulate by anyone, no matter the level of their IQ. But let’s be honest… not like Dipper was going to end his fun too early.

“You think I’ll let go? Not happening, Mabel. Not yet, anyway. Maybe I should go right here~!” Dipper said, moving his ticklish touch to flip Mabel over. His fingers began to spider along Mabel’s back, tickling softly down her spine and squeezing right the way back up.

Mabel was squeaking like a mouse on the run from Grunkle Stan with a broom, laughing into the carpet below, her fists weakly banging into the soft plush fabric. “N-NOHOHOHOT THERE EITHER, DIPPER!”

Oh, as for Dipper? He was having the time of his life right now. “Well, where then, Mabel? Where should I go? Can’t leave any tickle spot of yours unchecked, have to be efficient. Come on, pick somewhere for me.”

Thank goodness that Dipper wasn’t able to see Mabel’s face at the present moment, because Mabel was pretty sure if she went into one of the gnome craters from earlier, buried the soil up to her head and closed her eyes, she could pass for a very large tomato with how red her face was.

“I-I CAHAHAN’T!” Mabel attempted to argue, though it came out muffled from her face still stubbornly smashed into the carpet. Dipper sighed.

“Well, if you’re not gonna choose somewhere, Mabel… guess I’ll just have to go to that spot.” Dipper sighed, faking disappointment. And in that moment, Mabel Pines felt her blood turn to ice at the very implication of Dipper even touching that particular spot… which happened to be the entirety of her ribs.

“D-DON’T YOU DARE!” Mabel demanded, suddenly making a real attempt to escape. But Dipper’s hands were quicker, and he turned Mabel back over so she was now looking up at her cheeky twin brother.

“Oh, I dare. But if you just give me back my journal, this can stop.” Dipper encouraged, reaching down to take it. But Mabel simply shoved the journal under her sweater, and then she blew a raspberry at Dipper in response, giggling at his grumbled response.

“You little…” Dipper mumbled, before his confidence came back. “Oh, you’re gonna wish you didn’t do that, Mabel.”

Mabel’s confidence wavered as she felt a weight settle across her legs. And one simple look provided her with the reason: Dipper had made himself comfortable and held her hands in one of his own, while the other was inching her sweater and shirt up. The journal sat on top of her bare stomach, and Dipper took the book out of harm’s way, resting his freed hand on Mabel’s ribs.

Mabel’s breath caught in her throat, and a barely repressed squeak left her tightly-zipped lips as she felt Dipper’s nails stationary near the very ticklish bones. Dipper grinned. He knew just how ticklish Mabel was here, but he couldn’t resist a little more verbal teasing. His fingers made torturously slow circles on her ribs as he spoke.

“This spot is my favourite. You know that, Mabel? I can do anything I want here, at any pace I want. Soft tickles make you a little giggle-train, but if I blow a raspberry here, or count every ticklish rib you have… well, you can shriek so loud, you’d make someone think you’re being murdered. I don’t know if you could make Sheriff Blubs or Deputy Durland hear you from here, but it wouldn’t surprise me one bit.” Dipper recalled.

Mabel groaned through her barely-repressed snickers. “Yeah, yeah.”

Dipper waited a few moments more, and when he felt the tension ease from Mabel’s body, he struck. He pressed his hands on her ribs and delivered a series of rapid fire pokes and pinches, making sure to massage the spaces between the bones to pull the best reactions out of his ticklish twin sister.

And Dipper got the reactions from Mabel immediately. The poor girl fell into shrieking cackles at once. Her ribs were overcome with tingles, and it was driving Mabel absolutely mental.

“D-DIHIHIHIPPER! NOHOHOHO-! I CAHAHAHAN’T-! THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD, DIP!” Mabel managed to press out through her hysterical laughter.

“Man, you’re loud.” Dipper murmured, adding Mabel’s hips to the already very ticklish mix. Mabel’s laughter went much more silent, the feeling of both of her bad tickle spots at once completely throwing her into silence, much to Dipper’s amusement.

“That’s much better. If I knew both of your good spots earlier, I could’ve saved myself so many headaches.” Dipper joked. “Have you gotten more ticklish or something, Mabel? Cause I’m pretty sure you have.”

Mabel was truly stuck right now. Tears glistened in her eyes, and her stomach was beginning to hurt from all this laughing. She coughed through her waning giggles, and Dipper heard it.

“Say sorry and I’ll stop.” Dipper said, slowing his tickles down so Mabel could actually speak, but not stopping just yet, waiting patiently as Mabel caught her breath, Dipper having traced slow circles on her stomach while he waited for her to speak.

It took Mabel a while, but eventually she managed to get it out. “Ah… m’sorry, Dip…”

“Okay, good. And you promise that you won’t take my journal again?” Dipper asked. Mabel nodded. Dipper hummed, not quite satisfied with that answer. His traces picked up ever so slightly, to a muffled squeak from Mabel again.

“Gonna need verbal confirmation there, Mabel.” Dipper said. Mabel groaned but she eventually gave in.

“Alright, alright. I… I promise.” Mabel responded. And Dipper grinned.

“And you also say that I’m the best brother in the whole world and you’re lucky to have me?”

Mabel groaned loudly. “D-Dipper!”

Dipper finally stopped his fingers and helped Mabel up, dusting her sweater down.

“If you try this again, Mabel… what I did just now is going to seem merciful.” Dipper stated, taking his journal into his arms and leaving to their shared room to read in peace.

Mabel stood alone in this room for now. As she left the room soon after Dipper, one thing remained in her mind.

“I am so taking that dumb book again.”

[fluff-a-nutter]

Tickletober prompts: Chase + Caught

((Fandom: The Amazing Digital Circus. Ler!Jax & Lee!gn reader. SFW Only!))

“Y/N I’m gonna getcha, getcha, getcha!” You sprinted through the Digital Circus world as the sounds of Jax teasing you followed your every move. You couldn’t see where the rabbit had gone, but his voice rang out as clearly as if he were right behind you.

It had all started when you had been practicing your acrobatics and Jax had been bored and come to bother you. He was commenting on how your outfit had a panel cut out to expose your tummy. You had told him that you hadn’t had any control and that it actually helped with movement. Since Jax had no grasp on the concept of “personal space” he had come right up to you and poked your stomach. And you had squeaked. Jax had looked at you and slowly the realization dawned on you both.

“You ticklish Y/N?”

Instead of answering you had bolted and naturally, Jax had given chase.

Which was why now you were running in search of a hiding place. Luckily you found a large bush with colorful flowers. That would be perfect. You dove behind the plant and caught your breath, not making a sound. You could hear Jax getting closer, but if you were silent, he’d pass right by. But apparently luck was not on your side because just as you had relaxed Caine appeared out of the blue.

“WELL HELLO THERE MY NEW FRIEND! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” You yelped when the toothy ringmaster shouted and shushed him frantically

“Caine, shhhhhh! I’m hiding!” You hissed in a low whisper.

“HIDING?! WHATEVER FOR, MY FRIEND??” Clearly, Caine had no inside voice.

“Jax is chasing me!” You hissed again, shoving your hand over his teeth. He shoved it off.

“JAX? IS HE BOTHERING YOU? DO NOT FRET! I SHALL DEAL WITH HIM IF HE IS!” You groaned internally.

“Caine, it’s fine. He’s just trying to tickle me.” You said, glancing nervously around.

“OHO! IS THAT ALL!? DON’T YOU KNOW TICKLING IS AN EXCELLENT WAY TO BOND WITH FRIENDS, (Y/N)! I WILL CALL JAX OVER NOW! OOOOOH JAX! THEY ARE RIGHT OVER HERE BEHIND THIS BUSH!”

You made panicked gestures to the ringmaster, but he either didn’t see or didn’t care. Before you could tell him to be quiet he disappeared in a puff of confetti.

Glancing around, you slowly crept out of your hiding spot. No sign of the rabbit anywhere. Maybe he’d decided to pick on someone else instead. Just as you thought that, a pair of long, skinny arms grabbed you.

“Gotcha, (y/n). Thanks to Caine.” You squealed and tried to make a break for it, but Jax held onto you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah. You aren’t gettin’ away this time, (n/n).”

“Jahax, please! I’m really ticklish!” You whined, pouting at your captor. The bunny just grinned cheekily at you.

“Good. Then I’m gonna have a lot of fun with this.” Without any further warning, Jax dug his fingers into your sides and you squealed, biting into your lip trying to not laugh.

“Awwww, c’mon sweetheart. Lemme hear those giggles.” Jax teased, spidering his way to your tummy.

“EEK- Nohohoho! Not there, please!” You begged, squirming frantically in the rabbit’s arms.

“Shoulda thought of that before exposing your tummy to the world, then (y/n). ‘Cause now I have to tickle it.” He said as he started mercilessly scribbling your belly.

“NOHOHOHO!! PL-PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!” You laughed, wriggling madly in his arms. Jax snickered.

“Yes, that is the point. Hmmm, wonder what this button does?” You shrieked when Jax poked your navel.

“Oho, looks like I found someone’s giggle button!” He teased, poking mercilessly at your navel while his other hand snuck up into your armpit.

You howled and thumped your feet on the ground as Jax reduced you to a shrieking, laughing puddle.

”J-JAHAHAHAHAX PLEHEHEHASE! I-I’LL DHOHOHO ANYTHING, JUST STOOOOAHAHAHAP!” You pleaded as the rabbit tickled every inch of your torso.

“Hmmmm, anything you say?”

“Y-yehehes! Anything!” Jax grinned.

“You help me with Gloink duty for the next 2- no 3 weeks.”

“AHAHAHAHAHA OKAHAHAHAY FIHIHINE! JUST STOHOHOP TICKLING MEHEHEHEHEEEEE!” You squealed, before going limp in Jax’s arms and laughing your heart out until he ceased.

“Alrighty, deals a deal, (y/n).” He said like he hadn’t absolutely just wrecked your [HONK].

“Y-yohohou are the worst!” You said, pouting at Jax, letting out a squeal when he poked at your tummy.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Nohohothing!” You quickly scrambled away, clutching your middle. Jax smirked at you.

“That’s what I thought, (y/n).”

Groaning, you flopped onto the ground. But you supposed there were worse things than helping Jax with Gloink duty. And now you could plan some revenge.

A/N: Hey all! Last Tickltober and it’s not Varigo! I fell in love with TADC and Jax would make an evil ler, so naturally I had to write him as such! Also, below is what I pictured (y/n’s) outfit to look like, but if you had something else in mind, that’s fine!

[lainiespicewrites]

Coach Sy Part 3

Okay, you guys I've decided this is going to be a series I'm not sure how many parts there will be altogether but this is most definitely not the last. Alayna and Logan's romance is just getting started!!

Warnings: mentions of sex

All the mistakes are very much my own! Reblogs are always welcome. Please don't steal my writing I've worked really hard on this!

Okay, thanks for all the love on this so far! I seriously love you guys!! Enjoy! :)

The smell of coffee caused me to stir from a deep sleep. That and the half-naked grizzly bear peppering kisses across the back of my neck and shoulder. I smiled to myself and yawned, turning to face him. 

“Well, good morning Darlin’,” He grinned. I just smiled, snuggling up closer to him. “You sleep okay?” He asked, he gently grabbed the back of my thigh pulling my leg over him, and started softly stroking my hip with his thumb. 

“Mmm yes,” I hummed “best I’ve slept in a long time,” I said. Scratching my fingers through the hair on his chest.  “A little sore though,” I blushed. I don’t know how he made me so comfortable and so shy at the same time. He smirked, giving my ass a hard squeeze. 

“Was I too rough with you last night baby?” He raised an eyebrow as he continued to massage my hip. I bit my lip and shook my head. 

“No,” I smirked.  “I liked it,” I looked up at him, holding his gaze as he chuckled. 

“Oh, I know you did sugar, remind me again how many times you came for me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes and smacked him playfully on the arm

“Stop it,” I blushed.

“Was it 3,” He continued. “No, that was just the first time. Think I pulled 3 more from you when you were feeling me up in the middle of the night.” He smirked. I scoffed. 

“Me? I’m pretty sure you were the one all over me cowboy.” In a rush of confidence, I threw my leg over him, ignoring the screaming in my thighs from the night before, and sat up in his lap straddling him. He grabbed my hips letting me rub myself over his boxers. 

“Now don’t start something you can’t finish baby,” He growled. “I know you gotta be sore,” he smirked. Cocky bastard. But he was right. I pouted. He slid his big hands up my sides bringing one hand around to the back of my neck and pulling me down for a gentle kiss. “I ain’t goin' anywhere sugar, took me this long to getcha, I’m not letting you go, We’ll have plenty of time for fooling around baby.” He smirked, running his hand over my chest and toying with my nipple for a moment. I arched my back letting out a soft whimper and he chuckled. He brought his hand back down to squeeze my hip. “Easy Darlin,” he warned, “you need to rest, and we need to get back to your car and see if we can get it to start.” I sighed, laying my head on his chest.

“I forgot about that, I’d rather just lay here all day.” I pouted again causing him to chuckle 

“I know sugar, me too. But I wanna do this right. And holding you captive in my bed all day isn’t a very gentlemanly thing to do.” He smirked. I snorted. 

“Huh, and what we did last night was?�� I smirked raising an eyebrow. He shook his head. 

“Had to get you out of my system darlin, after you kissed me like that. I didn’t know you had that in ya,” He licked his lips looking me over. I blushed and finally slid off his lap getting out of bed. 

“Okay, we really do need to get up before we get started again. I’ve been talking a lot of big games but, I know I can’t handle any more right now,” I blushed again biting my lip and staring at his bedroom floor.  He stood from the bed and wrapped his arms around me pulling my body against his. He lifted my chin to meet his gaze and he just smiled kissing me passionately. 

“I’m glad you stayed last night sugar, I’ve been dreaming about having you in bed for a long fuckin time, but I’m gonna take you out on a real date, and treat you like a lady before we do this again,” He smiled proudly. 

“I’d like that a lot Logan,” I smiled standing on my toes to kiss him again before we finally parted. It was at that point I realized I was still naked. I covered my chest with my arms and he chuckled. 

“I’ve already seen it all baby, I ... uh, went and gathered all your clothes from around the house this morning there on the dresser.” He nodded toward his dresser behind me. “Bathroom’s across the hall if you wanna shower. I can make you a cup of coffee if you’d like?” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms softly. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. 

“You could join me.” I teased. 

“I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you sugar, and I meant what I said, I’m not fucking you again until I take you out.” My breath caught in my throat. God he could be so dirty, I love learning this side of him. He could tell what he was doing to me. I hated how easy it was for him to read me. He already had a cocky smirk on his face. “Don’t worry baby, I ain’t gonna make you wait long. Go freshen up and we can talk in detail while we get your car fixed.” I’d almost forgotten about that again. I smiled grabbing my clothes off his dresser and heading out of his room but not before he smacked me my ass one more time. I just laughed and rolled my eyes. 

After my shower, he greeted me with a travel mug of coffee and handed me another one of his hoodies. “It’s cold out there Darlin, we already have a hard enough time trying not to catch a cold from the kids all the time. I blushed and thanked him. God, He was good at this. How could I have been so blind? I followed him out to his truck and after he loaded up his jumper cables in the back we back to the school. 

“So,” I said finally breaking our comfortable silence. “Where are you taking me on this date?”  I asked and looked over in time to catch his eye. He smiled. 

“Where do you wanna go sugar?” He asked. 

“What was your move? Like what was your go-to first date when you were younger?” I asked. He laughed. 

“You didn’t know me then baby, I was…. I was something else. You wouldn’t have liked me then,” He said. 

“Oh yeah?” I asked raising an eyebrow. 

“I was trouble,” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, well maybe I liked bad boys back then, I would’ve been naive and tried to “fix you”  or whatever they call it.” I laughed. 

“A good girl like you, I’d have broken your heart baby, and I’d have kicked myself for it, ruining a change with a beauty like you.” I blushed. 

“Sy, stop.” I smiled. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it softly as he kept driving down the road. 

“I told you, baby, I’m gonna help you see yourself the way I do.” He kissed my hand. And I smiled. We were quiet again for a few minutes. 

“Is that why you joined the military?” I asked. “Because you got into so much trouble?” He nodded squeezing my hand again. 

“Yeah, It was getting pretty bad sugar I’m not gonna lie to ya. I got mixed up with a bad crowd. It was either the service or I was eventually gonna end up in prison. I didn’t like how sad my mama looked when I came home in cuffs the last time.” I nodded squeezing his hand tighter letting him know I was listening. “Of course, it scared her to death when I told her I was going to be on active duty, but I think she knew why I was doing it.” He swallowed hard and looked over at me. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked… shy. “What got you into coaching after that?” I said changing the subject attempting to ease the tension. 

“Well after I retired officially from service. I still wanted to do something ya know? And I’d always loved football, I played when I was in school, linebacker,” He smiled proudly. “Military pays for school so I went for my degree. Major’d in history so I could take a teaching position. I’m glad I did. Or I wouldn’ta met you.” 

“Smooth,” I smiled 

“Worked though didn’t it, you’re blushin’” He smirked. 

“You always make me blush,” I stated matter of fact. 

“I noticed” He winked. 

We pulled into the teacher parking lot then. He parked close in front of my car and hopped out popping the hood of his truck. “Pop your hood for me sugar,” He smiled. I opened my car door pulled the lever and listened for the “Pop” sound signaling that the hood of my car was open. That was about all I was good for. I stepped back and let him do the rest. I was definitely not a car girl. I watched as he opened the hood and propped it up. Something stuck a flame inside of me watching him tinker around hooking up the jumper cables. Jesus, how was it possible for him to be more attractive. I cleared my throat 

“Thanks for doing this,” I said. Wringing my wrist awkwardly. He looked over and smiled as he carefully attached the last cable to his truck. 

“Of course Darlin, I wasn’t gonna leave you stranded. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to leave you here to call some towing service or something, assholes like that always take advantage of women. I wouldn’t let that happen to you.” I bit my lip

“You really are such a gentleman Sy,”

“It ain’t no big deal baby. If this doesn’t do the job it’s probably the battery, I can take you to get one and change it right here.” He said. Fuck. As much as I didn’t want to spend the money I really wanted to see that. All sweaty, muscles rippling, up to his elbows in grease. I had to snap out of it. 

“I didn’t know you were a mechanic, Jack of all trades huh?” He chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck. 

“Not professionally but I did rebuild the engine in my first truck, and I do most of the maintenance on this one. More of a hobby than anything I guess. Just like to keep busy.”  He was killing me and he had no idea. 

“Ah, so when Darcy needs an oil change I can bring her to you captain?” He chuckled. 

“You named your car Darcy?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“What can I say, I’m a Pride and Prejudice fan! You know I’m a book lover!” I exclaimed. He smiled and grabbed my hips pulling me closer. 

“That I do, I’d be more than happy to help you with anything you need Sugar,” He leaned in and kissed me softly.  

“You know,” I said smiling as we pulled away, “you never answered me earlier, where are you taking me,” I asked. He raised an eyebrow questioningly 

“You never answered me, where do you wanna go?” He asked. I sighed and chuckled. 

“Not this again, surprise me, you set everything up last night didn’t you.” I think he was blushing now. 

“I did, and if I didn’t screw it up so catastrophically,” I cut him off

“You didn’t! I did! What you did. What you had planned was so sweet Logan. I just let my own insecurities get in my way. I’m sure whatever you plan for us will be perfect!’ I smiled. He nodded and kissed me again. 

“Alright, Well let me think on it, let's see if we can get your car to start. Got your keys?” I handed them to him and he sunk down into my little car into the driver seat. I  could get used to mundane little things like this. He put the key in the ignition and thank God! It started right up! “There we go! Just drained your battery. If I let you go can I trust you not to end up stranded on the side of the road somewhere?” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me for a second. I laughed and nodded. 

“Yes, I’m not usually an airhead like that. I was just… distracted. I’ll text you and let you know I made it home.” I smiled and kissed him again. 

“Okay.” He smiled kissing me again. And again. 

“Logan, you have to let me go eventually,” I laughed. 

“I don’t want to,” He chuckled kissing me one more time on the lips and then pressed his lips to my forehead.  “Alright, be safe baby,” He said finally letting me out of his hold. 

“I’ll see you Monday Logan,” I said 

“Bye Sugar,” He said as I got into my car.

I immediately called the girls in a group call as soon as I got home. After I sent Sy a text telling him I’d made it home of course. 

“Oh my god, tell me everything!” Skyler started. 

“You had sex with him didn’t you?” Hayley asked. 

“Wow that escalated quickly, I laughed jumping up and sitting on my counter wincing slightly at the shock between my legs. Okay so I did but let me get to that part! I poured myself a glass of wine while they continued. 

“Are you gonna tell us are not, this is torture,” Skyler said groaning. 

“Calm down I’m gonna tell you!” I said.  “So we got back to the school last night right, and I was totally going to chicken out. I was going to ignore everything I’m going to be completely honest, I acted like an idiot and I was so embarrassed.”  I said. 

“So what changed your mind? Because clearly, it sounds like you didn’t do that.” Hayley said. I took a long sip of wine. 

“Well, my car wouldn’t start.”

“Oh shit!” Skyler said “What did you do? How did you get home? Oh my god did he drive you home?!” She asked excitedly. 

“I’m getting to that!” I said. “He was going to help me but neither of us had our jumper cables. And it was late. I was emotionally drained. I had this big mental breakdown. This man literally holds me in the middle of the parking lot!” 

“Oh my god stop! Wait don’t stop keep going I need to know more!” Skyler said. We all chuckled at that. 

“Dude,” Hayley laughed. 

“What I’m happy for her!”

“Okay fair,” She said. “Continue my dude.”

“Thank you, So anyway, that’s when we figured out we didn’t have the jumper cables and then I don’t know what happened exactly but he asked me if he was doing something wrong. And tells me he’s been flirting with me forever and…” 

“I fucking told you!” Skyler interrupted. 

“Yeah, I know, I know,” I said  “Anyway so he tells me how he’s felt all this time, and I broke down again and told him everything I’d texted you guys earlier. And… He told me he was going to make me see how beautiful he thinks I am and then we… made out... In the parking lot.” There was a squeal from the other end of the phone. I knew it was Skyler. 

“Dude that’s awesome!” Hayley said. “So are you guys like dating now?” 

“Well he’s been calling me baby all day and he said he won’t have sex with me again until he takes me out for real,”

“So you did have sex!” Skyler squealed again. I blushed. 

“We did, in the parking lot he said he wanted to take me home with him. When he started to drive me home I asked if he meant it….and I asked him to take me home with him. 

“Look at you being bold!” Hayley said. 

“How was it? Is he mmm,” Skyler laughed and her voice trailed off insinuating she was asking about his size. 

“I am not telling you about that. But I’m still sore I’ll tell you that much.” I laughed. 

“Oh gross!” Hayley groaned. 

“Oh, he is then!” Skyler laughed. 

“Oh my god, well hey I have to go I need to get caught up on some stuff around the house and for work but I’ll see you guys for dinner on Thursday! And I’ll text you,” I said

“Okay love you!”

“Love you, dude!”

I hung up the phone and smiled to myself. I really couldn’t believe this was my life. I downed the rest of the glass of wine and got up to do some housework. 

I didn’t do much the rest of the weekend just lay around working on progress notes and reading a little bit. Sy texted a few times. He asked my favorite color and favorite food. I think he was trying to narrow things down for the date. 

Monday morning rolled around again fast. I woke up early to get ready for work, I kept it simple with some flowy plants and a sweater. Fall Is definitely making its entrance. As I was heading out the door I saw I had a text from Sy 

“Morning Sugar, I’ve got coffee this morning ;) see you in a bit.”

I smiled to myself and locked the door behind me as I left for school. 

“Good morning! How was your weekend?” I greeted Jessica at the front desk as I walked into the guidance office. 

“You’re awfully chipper this morning,” She smiled “How was your weekend, Sugar?” she smirked. 

“You knew didn’t you?” I asked setting my things on my desk. She just smiled

“How was the game?” she asked. 

“It was great! Would’ve been better If I didn’t get in my own way so much. But you already know that, you’ve been telling me that for years.” I laughed. 

“Carol came down last week when you were on lunch and told me all about Sy’s little plan, she was so excited for you. I just hoped you’d be open to him enough to let it happen.” 

“I wasn’t, but He is the kindest man on the planet so it all worked out.”

“Well good! So how long til we see you parading around with a ring on your finger,” She smirked. 

“Oh hush we haven’t even been on a date yet!” I teased

“But we will,” Sy came around the corner holding a cup holder of coffee, his signature smirk on his face. “Good morning ladies, What are we gossiping about this morning,” chuckled sending Jess a playful wink. She laughed

“Oh nothing, Coach. Just talking about your victory Friday night.” she smiled Sy looked over and smiled at me

“Oh yeah, it was a big win.” He winked. “Jess I went ahead and picked you up coffee too Alayna sent in your order.” He smiled at her handing her the cup. 

“You’re so sweet Sy thank you!” She looked over at me and smiled

“If he’s gonna be wrapped around my finger might as well use it to our advantage!” I smirked. 

“Hey now! I’m more than an errand boy!” He pouted. 

“I know honey, but you’re just so good at it,” I teased. 

“Well if that’s how you’re gonna be then maybe I won’t take you out Saturday,” He smirked. 

“Whoa, now hold on, we can figure something out,” I pouted he shook his head. 

“You see how she treats me,” He said. Jess laughed

“I can’t with you two I’ve got work to do,” she said. He chuckled. 

“Alright sugar, I’ll take you Saturday, If, you come to the game Friday night,” he said smirking. 

“Oh so now there’s stipulations. Okay, I’ll bite. I’ll be there. Where are you taking me on Saturday?” 

“Well, I remembered you talking about how you loved Grease and you liked the second movie even though it was bad. And you loved the bowling scene because it looked so fun back in the day. So, I thought we could get dinner and then go to the late-night bowling in town sound fun?” 

“You remembered me talking about my favorite movie?” I smiled. 

“Of course I do,” He smiled. I blushed

“That sounds really fun! I have to warn you though, I’m a horrible bowler.” I laughed. 

“I can help you,” He winked. 

“Okay then it’s a date,” I said. 

“Good, Well I’d better get to my class, you ladies have a wonderful day!” He said walking out of the office. Jessica looked at me and smiled. I couldn’t hide my giddiness. He made me feel like a teenager all over again. I couldn’t get him out of my head. I could not wait for our date on Saturday!

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Okay that was part 3! I think their relationship is so cute. I can't wait to write their date! As always please tell me what you think! feedback is always welcome! If you would like to be added to the tag list let me know!

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[thepepsislvt]

Man yknow what I’m gonna ask. Barto with a virgin reader and first time has? And what if we did bonus points if the reader is short..

Mwehheehe i did it >:3

Warnings: Nsfw, Biting, Reader’s First Time, Mirror sex

Afab reader to fulfill my transmasc Delusions but no pronouns mentioned

“Are you sure about this?” Bartolomeo asks for what seemed like the 18th time that night. He means well though he wants to be sure you're ready. It was your first time after all.

You're currently straddling his lap on his large bed. The two of you both stripped down, clothes are scattered and forgotten around his room. The whole world seemed to be at a halt because all that mattered was that both of you were too lost in the moment.

You give him another soft kiss which he more than willingly reciprocated. After a moment of kissing you pull back just enough to mumble a quick ‘I’m sure’ against his lips before diving right back in.

He moved to place you on the bed.

“Alright, well if you're that sure, then let's getcha all stretched open for me, yeah?”

with one final peck to your lips, he started his journey down, kissing your chin and neck down your chest and stomach but stopping where you needed him most. You huffed impatiently as Barto started to kiss your knee. He slowly made his way up to your thighs where he started to nibble and gently bite at the skin. You let a soft moan escape your lips as he does so. Bartolomeo made sure to leave marks that would be there in the morning including punctures from his two most prominent teeth. As he licked the blood from certain bites his mind was fogged up with the thought that he was going to be your first and hopefully your only.

As you let out an impatient whine he decided it was time to let you finally have what you so desired. He leaned closer to your cunt and licked a long stripe. After hearing you sigh with pleasure he give you a few more licks before moving one of your legs onto his shoulder. He carefully inserted one finger into you. Once he knew you were comfortable and enjoying it he started pumping his finger in and out of you. He turned his head to the leg that was resting on his shoulder and started biting your inner thigh once more. You were experiencing pure bliss when he added a second and third finger. So much so that you grabbed into his hair to keep yourself grounded. He let out a groan when you yank on his hair hard and sank his bigger teeth into your thigh. With the added pleasure from his bite, you scream his name and came on his fingers. He helped you through your orgasm as he carefully removed his teeth from your thigh.

“Awe what a mess, and all for me? How sweet” Barto cooed at you as he removed his fingers before licking them clean. You watched in awe as he did so before he leaned down to kiss you again “you ready, sugar?”

With a nod you both moved to where you were on top. The both of you had agreed that you would be on top to control the pace and speed. He was a big guy after all and didn’t want to hurt you or cause you discomfort in any way. With your new position you were straddling his thighs with your hands on his chest to trade his tattoo. He had his hands holding your own thighs for support.

With a deep breath you sank down on him slowly, stopping every now and again to get adjusted. Bartolomeo rubbed your thighs in a soothing manner and kept telling you how good you were doing. When you finally bottomed out he pulled you down to face him

“doing so good for me, keep it up?” You blushed at his words and pulled him into a deep kiss.

When you finally got comfortable and adjusted to his size, you started to roll your hips against him. He let out a soft whimper and moved his hands to hold your hips, encouraging you to keep going. After a few more rolls of your hips you started to bounce on his dick, with him going deeper with each bounce you let your moans out free. It was taking everything in him not to thrust up into you. He wanted you to take the lead this time, there will be time for that another time if you let him.

After some time your legs and thighs began to grow tired and Barto apparently picked up on it. He held your hips in place to halt your movements. Before you could whine or complain he moved the two of you to sit on the edge of his bed with your back against his chest.

”How about a little help, hmm?” He asks before lowering you onto him once again.

One of his arms went around your hips. Once he started to thrust up into you he grabbed your face in his free hand and made you look at his full length mirror across from the two of you. Once you set eyes on him through the mirror he smiled at you with his eyes clouded with desire. He moved your head to the side to kiss your neck but he made sure you were still looking at the mirror.

After one particular sharp thrust, you let out a louder moan and threw your head back.

”Don’t do that now” Barto said in between heavy breaths. He moved your face back up to look at the mirror “ ‘wanna see yourself? Want you to watch, please?” Even with all the desire and lust built up he still was so sweet and gentle with you.

You couldn’t last any longer, the knot in your stomach was about to burst. He didn’t seem that far behind.

“Mmm! Barto! Keep going I’m almost there” you gave him a warning this time.

”mhmm go ahead sugar, I got you I promise.” He started biting your neck since he knew that would push you over the edge.

And he was right, shortly after you came all over him while screaming his name. His hips started to stutter as he came in you. After the initial high he started to panic.

”Shit, I didn’t mean to come in you. Let me get you cleaned up.” He took you off his lap and placed you on the bed. But before he could get far, you grabbed his arm and brought him close.

”I’m pretty sure I didn’t complain, in fact, I want you fill me up even more”

His face turned red as he processed what you said. But who was he to say no to you when you asked him so nicely.

[mindfulwrath]

The Triaxial Theory of Horror

I have a theory that most horror fits into a volume of conceptual space described by 3 axes, which are:

Discrete--Diffuse

Mobile--Sessile

Wet--Dry

The Discrete--Diffuse axis describes the source of the horror. A Discrete horror has a physical, usually tangible form; is recognizable as the source of the horror; and takes actions which make it horrifying. On the opposite end of the scale, a Diffuse horror is one with no obvious source, center, or primary actor. Most of Steven King's work falls on the Discrete end of this scale; Silent Hill falls close to the middle; and The Others lands on the Diffuse end.

(As a note, any point on this axis can be done badly; hamfisted Discrete horror rapidly enters a space I call "Ooga-Booga Horror," where the object/entity/what-have-you is so cartoonishly scary as to wrap back around to being silly. Likewise, poorly handled Diffuse horror becomes "Vapor Horror," which is so completely sourceless as to be nonsensical.)

The Mobile--Sessile axis, meanwhile, describes the behavior of the horror. A Mobile horror is one that hunts, pursues, clings, reappears, or otherwise moves around; 80's slasher flicks being a prime example. Sessile horror, in contrast, stays put, and the horror derives either from the inability to escape its radius of influence or the inability to stay away; The Haunting of Hill House nearly exemplifies the far end of the axis.

(Here, too, poor handling can lead to the inversion of horror into comedy, on a scale from "Imma Gonna Getcha" to "Just Leave, Bro.")

Finally, the Wet--Dry axis deals with the effects of the horror, and is essentially equivalent to the gross-out factor. Typically, Wet horror is rich in blood, brains, and body parts, while Dry horror keeps its victims physically intact; however, this scale is not necessarily coupled to the presence or absence of viscera. For example, The Color Out of Space involves significant bodily disturbance, yet remains relatively Dry due to the elision of details. In the same vein (but in the opposite direction), Crimson Peak is an exceedingly Wet horror film, yet utilizes actual gore quite sparingly, preferring to shift the language of decomposition onto the inanimate house; yet its substitution of red clay for blood in no way lessens the Wetness of the horror.

(And as expected, this axis has its own hilarious pitfalls; over-the-top gore rapidly enters "Blood Fondue" territory, while excessively dry horror risks becoming "Totally Scary, Trust Me." Some would argue that The Color Out of Space indeed represents a plunge into the latter category.)

Some examples, then, of the triaxial scale in action:

NBC's Hannibal is Discrete/Mobile/Wet. Hannibal is the primary source of the horrifying events, he can and will chase you down, and when he does, it's going to get messy.

Saw is Discrete/Sessile/Wet. While the threat of bodily harm is similar, and its source similarly known, as in Hannibal, the texture of the horror is significantly altered by the confined setting.

House of Leaves is two horrors stacked up in a trench coat: the parts dealing with The Navidson Record are Discrete/Sessile/Dry, while Johnny Truant's narrative is Diffuse/Mobile/Wet.

Likewise, The Shining nests Discrete/Mobile/Dry horror (Jack chasing Wendy around with an axe) inside Diffuse/Sessile/Wet horror (the Overlook Hotel itself).

Silent Hill, as mentioned, is close to centered on the Discrete-Diffuse axis, and is also nearly centered on the Mobile-Sessile axis, although it is consistently Wet.

The Magnus Archives utilizes all three axes nearly to their fullest extents, but tends to cluster in the Discrete/Mobile/Wet octant.

To be sure, there are elements of horror not described by these axes--internal vs. external, active vs. passive, certain vs. uncertain doom--but as a system for interpreting and categorizing the main structural elements of horror, and particularly for describing one's preferences in horror, the triaxial scale functions well.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

you know you never stood a chance - deleted scene #2

you know you never stood a chance series

deleted scene #2: comfort in this run down place

series masterlist

Joel Miller x f!reader

Words: 2.6k

Summary: The first time you and Joel have anal sex. That's it, that's the fic.

set between chapters 3 and 4, but I see it taking place after the flashback from chapter 5.

Warnings: established situationship, free use agreement, enthusiastic consent but could be perceived as dub-con due to the power imbalance, anal sex, oral sex (m & f receiving), very quick mention of rimming, fingering, anal creampie, spit, makeshift lube, we ignore the practicalities of anal prep here but you should not do that irl, qz!joel is a menace

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Joel’s been down there for a while. You’ve no idea how long “a while” is because his relentless tongue has wrung any sense from you. He’s taking his sweet time about it, too, relishing in all the pretty little sounds he can drag from you.

He had come home cranky—it was, of course, a day ending in “y.” But not riled up, just tired. Enough that instead of fucking your face, he was content to sprawl on the sofa and let you indulge in sucking and savoring, basking in the heady musk and sweat of his hard day’s work.

It was languid and gentle, the way you sucked the soul from his cock. So he figures he can return the favor while he waits to get hard enough again to fuck you proper. And if it’s mostly selfish? What’re you gonna do, complain about getting eaten out?

He’s been generous, letting you come a few times, but mostly he just teases. Feather-light darts of his tongue between your folds. The trace of the tip of it around your clit. Sucking and kissing and fucking making out with your pussy.

His finger brushes the pucker of your asshole, and you jerk. It draws a low chuckle from him.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart? You liked this well enough last time,” he murmurs, stroking a hand down your spine to watch you shiver. His thumb is rubbing circles around the rim now.

“M’not—oh,” you moan as his spit lands on your hole, and he rubs it around.

“Any of those pricks at the whorehouse fuck you here?” he asks before resuming licking into your pussy while working his thumb into your ass.

“N-no,” it comes out in a whine.

He licks up to your clit and pulls away, smirking as your hips try to follow. Instead, he ducks down to flick the tip of his tongue against where his thumb is stretching you open.

“Ya gonna let me?” His voice is low and rumbly, lust stretching out the twang.

You catch your bottom lip between grinding teeth, and he sits back on his haunches.

“Hey,” he says sternly.

You look up to see furrowed brows, most of his face obscured by his own shadows.

“I’m askin’ because I want a real answer. Ain’t gonna take this if you’re not lookin’ to give it.”

“What if I don’t like it?”

“Oh, you’re gonna. But we’ll go real slow, alright? Getcha nice and ready for me.”

You chew on your lip until a dry, chapped flake breaks off, and you’re forced to either swallow it or spit it out. You try to wipe it surreptitiously onto the back of your hand but end up sputtering as it clings.

Probably not very sexy, you think, but he’s gone back to eating you out anyway, so you don’t have to hold onto the thought for long. It, and all others, leave you with the rush of your orgasm.

“Okay,” you say on the first shaky breath you catch after.

“Yeah? Gonna let me have this all to myself, sweetheart?”

You nod, fingers still twined in the sheets.

He slaps your thigh. “Use your words.”

“Yes, s’yours,” you mumble.

He lets out a low and slow “fuck.” You lift onto your elbows to see him, watching where his thumb wiggles around, gently starting to open up but still squeezing tight around him.

He pulls it free. “Stay there,” he says and smacks your cunt for emphasis before disappearing into the other room.

When he comes back, he has a little jar. A clear, viscous substance is smeared around the inside of the glass, and there’s a small layer on the bottom.

“S’all I got left that ain’t for emergencies, so if ya do like this, we’ll have to wait until I can trade for more.”

“What is it?”

“Aloe. Straight from the plant. Got a connection with a solid medicinal garden.”

“No, what happened to not telling me anything? I don’t need to know that!”

He snorts and shakes his head. “Yeah, FEDRA will be really chompin’ for that tidbit. ‘He knows a guy who grows plants.’”

“Great, now I know it’s a guy.”

“Yeah. Wanna know his name?” It’s deadpan, and his eyes are rolling. “On your back or hands and knees?”

“Um,” a wave of self-consciousness heats your cheeks and squeezes your thighs together.

You can tell how bad he wants this because he’s handling you like a Fabergé egg. Or the apocalypse equivalent, which you figure might be a lightbulb.

Anyway. He sets a broad palm on your thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth.

“Just to prep ya. Got another idea for actually fuckin’. Want to just stay where you are?”

You nod, and he nods back before settling back onto his knees.

“Jus’ relax, sweetheart. I gotcha.”

It isn’t long before his slicked-up index finger rubs some of the aloe onto your asshole. You jerk away with a little yelp, and he pulls his hand back.

“That hurt?”

“No, it’s fucking cold,” you whine.

“Sorry, princess,” he taunts, but when he comes back with more, it’s warmer.

You peek down, and he’s nestled the little jar between his thighs.

He catches you looking. “Maybe I should stuff it in your cunt, instead. It’s a fuckin’ oven.”

“Oh, god,” you groan, and flop back on his mattress. You don’t think he’d really do it, and you’re sure it’d be dangerous, but something about the thought has your ears and face burning.

He doesn’t miss it, but he doesn’t call you out for it, either. He does, however, file that information away for another time. And another item.

It’s distracted you enough that he’s worked one finger in to the knuckle. You choke on a breath when he starts to pump it in and out.

“Y’okay?”

“I, um—“ your voice breaks. “It’s definitely weird.”

“Bad weird?”

“Neutral? Is neutral weird a thing?”

“Sure,” he murmurs, drawing the finger out to ease a second one alongside it.

You clench down involuntarily.

“Shh, darlin', you're okay,” his free hand rubs up and down your thigh.

You feel a little like a finicky horse being placated. You don’t get to be affronted for long, though.

“Here, let me help,” he says, sliding the hand over to stroke soft, loose circles around your clit.

He works you up to an orgasm, and after you finish falling apart on his fingers, you fall pliant. You don’t even notice right away, head still pounding and vision gone a little black at the edges, but he uses your lax bliss to work three thick fingers in.

He’s lubed his hand up well enough that there’s a quiet squelch as he pumps in and out. Coming off your high, it’s starting to feel nice.

And that’s all before he leans back over and licks into your cunt.

He doesn’t add any more fingers, but he works you over with the three buried in your ass while he eats you out. Instead, as you’re about to come, he pulls his mouth away and doubles his efforts with his fingers, making you stumble through the orgasm from the anal stimulation alone.

It works. When he takes them away, you whine and reach for him.

“What, ya want my fingers when you could be havin’ my cock?” He’s unzipping and tugging his jeans off while he speaks. He knows the answer.

You whine again anyway. “No, please.”

“You’re gonna get it, don’t worry. Roll over on your side.”

You do, but you crane your neck to watch as he shucks off his tee. Two fingers curl into the pot of aloe, scraping until they’ve gathered a glob of the remainder.

He coats his cock in it, eyes trailing along your body as he tugs. He sees you eyeing the bead of pre cum and smirks.

“Go on, then.”

You reach over and scoop it up, wrapping your lips around your finger, eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuckin’ hell. Didn’t get enough earlier when you sucked me dry?”

“No.” But you’re not really complaining, not after he spent so long with his head buried between your thighs.

“Greedy,” he scolds, slapping your ass and climbing onto the mattress behind you.

He manhandles you into place as usual until he’s pressed against you with his cock nudging against your ass.

“Ready for me, sweetheart?” He murmurs low and close to your ear.

You shudder and nod, before remembering his scolding from earlier. “Yeah, I think so.”

He’s got his head propped up with one hand and elbow. The other is wrapped around his cock as he notches it at your slick, puffy entrance.

He moves so slow. The gentle press is more agonizing than the stretch, the anticipation unbearable.

There’s a sharpness that knocks a gasp from you when the flared base of the head pops in.

You’re already trembling from how taut your whole body is, stuck that way out of fear of hurting yourself.

He holds still, bringing his hand up to rub up and down your side. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Worst part’s over, okay?”

You let out a shaky breath that nearly drowns out the little “okay.”

He reaches up around to cup a breast, kissing and sucking at the line of your neck as he pushes in the rest of the way.

It’s overwhelming. Your clit throbs from the earlier overstimulation, his hand is rubbing and pinching at your nipples, and the wet, hot touch of his lips setting your nerves alight. It’s so hot. Has it been this hot in here the whole time?

“You gotta relax,” he says, low and quiet at the nape of your neck. “What’re you thinkin’?”

“You’re sweaty. I miss air conditioning,” you say before you realize he was asking how you felt about his dick in your ass.

He heaves a heavy sigh, his warm breath flowing over your skin. It doesn’t help the situation.

“It’s uh, it’s good,” you say, wiggling a little. “But like… so full.” You clench down around him experimentally, and he forgets to be exasperated with you, groaning where you choke the neck of his cock. Likewise, you forget all about his oven of a body as he twitches inside of you, your moan mixing with his, salaciously in sync.

“M’gonna give you the rest now, sweetheart,” he says. His folded arm drops to squeeze beneath you as he takes a handful of tit so he can slide his top arm down between you and adjust a little.

You push your hips back as he shifts the angle just so, and he slips in another inch. The breath that punches out of you is wanton and shattered, which he takes as an invitation to shove deeper inside.

You give a little broken sob, one hand flying up to cling onto the meat of his forearm, muscle, and vein bulging under your nails.

“That’s it, I got ya,” he coos, pulling out just a little before pushing even further. His arm holds you tight to his chest, keeping your back from arching too far from him. The fingers strumming your clit are maddening, and when he pushes you over the edge, you jerk back onto his cock.

You cry out, broken and pleading, when his hand flies away from your clit, only to break into a moan when his fingernails dig into your hip, holding you in place.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Gimmie a second. Fuck, you’ve got a tight little ass.”

You want to grind back; you want to pull his hand down to where you’re aching, but he distracts you by pinching at your nipples until you squirm. He swats at your breast as he scolds you to hold still.

“Then stop that,” you say.

“Yeah? You want me to stop?” he says, the fucking menace, while his finger draws light circles around your nipple.

Your frustration sounds a little like a dying cat, to which he snorts a laugh and gives you what you want, bringing both hands to roll your nipples and tug gently.

“Want you to cum just like this,” he murmurs. “Full of me but nothin’ for your poor, achin’ pussy.”

“Can’t,” you whine, squirming. “Fuck me.”

“Nope,” he pops the “p” too close to your ear, but his words chase away your irritation. “You’re not gettin’ any more of my cock until you cream on it, sweetheart.”

Your fingers clench at him wherever you can reach, writhing a little as he overstimulates your breasts. It hurts, but it hurts so good. He gets a little rougher to alleviate the pain, the rough, dry skin of his fingertips pinching and twisting until you do actually cum.

It’s like someone pulled the cord to jumpstart a lawnmower, the way the pleasure is abruptly yanked from your body. He starts fucking into you while you’re still blanking out. This is how cubism got invented, you think. If you cum too hard, that’s just what the world feels like.

You could paint a gallery full of the way he makes you come alive on a metaphysical level.

He’s still taking it easy on you, and while your pride would normally prickle, you’re weirdly warmed by the notion. He knows how easy it would be to hurt you, and he’s… not. Not at all. There was the bit of bite at first, but you’re pleasantly stretched and lubed, and the foreign sensation of his heavy, velvety cock dragging inside you is a soothing hum.

You can already feel another orgasm starting to boil over at the base of your spine, and he must feel it, too, because he chuckles. It’s dark and heady, your back arching a little at the sound.

“Keep giving ‘em to me,” he says.

He’s thankfully abandoned your swollen nipples, and he brings one hand to your neck, wrapping firmly around to squeeze at the sides.

Fuck, he knows your body so well now. The instant you feel the constriction, you fall apart, gasping and hips jerking. He’s rolled you somewhat onto your stomach, twisted at the waist, pounding you down into the bed.

“That’s it,” he gasps, biting wherever he can sink his teeth. He lets up on your neck but drives himself harder, faster. “Fucking take it, that’s it. Good girl,” he moans.

Each orgasm blends with the next. Every time you think you’re going to come down from it, going to be able to catch your breath, he takes another. His hands and mouth never leave you, greedily gathering your desperation.

“Gonna fill you up,” he warns. It’s not really much of a warning, since his hips stutter as soon as the words leave his lips.

It burns. Not because it hurts when he spills inside, but because it rends you into fragments. It’s so good, it’s otherworldly. He cums and cums, cock pulsing and driving you off the brink of another orgasm as he pins you to the bed.

He’s holding himself up by the fists, now, crowded over you with barely half an inch between your bodies. Your back burns where his chest hair had rubbed you raw, and you’re soaked in sweat. A bone-deep weariness settles over you like a blanket.

Oh, wait. No, that’s actually a blanket. But you are tired, and you follow the cue before it even registers that he tucked you in.

When you wake up in the morning, he’s already in the kitchen. But the signs are all there. Not only did he let you fall asleep in his bed, not only did you stay there all night, there’s a very clear Joel-shaped indent in the shitty old mattress. Your waist tingles with the phantom ache of his arm. You can’t prove it, you’ll never bring it up, never speak of it, but you know.

He held you.

*title from "Writing on the Walls" by Underoath

[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 4

Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis

 “Did you find them?” Sid asked, referring to mom and Neil who were supposed to have arrived at the expo today, like they told us. 

“Are you sure it was the Hilton?” Dewey asked, looking between us two. 

“Mhm,” She said and we both nodded to him. 

“They’re not registered there.” Dewey looked at us sympathetically, “Could they have stayed somewhere else?” 

“I don’t know, I guess.” Sid said as she rubbed her head for the millionth time. I pulled her hand away from her face and held it in mine. 

“Don’t worry girls, we’ll find them, okay?” Dewey reassured us as he put his hand on Sid’s knee. 

An officer walked by placing a paper on Dewey;s desk and saying something about the mask. Dewey said he’ll “Be right back” as he pushed in his chair and walked off. “(Y/n), what if they can’t find (m/n) and dad?” Sid asked in a sad and quiet tone with little sniffles. Smiling up at her the best I could right now I said, “Hey, just like Dewey said, they’ll find them Sid. I bet mom and  Neil are okay wherever they are.” Pushing her hair back from her face she responded, “Wouldn’t he want us to know that though?” At this point I just looked away. I didn’t know what to tell her. Right when I turned my head is when I made direct eye contact with Billy, a chill ran down my spine and all over my arms. He was pleading to me with a silent voice. “Hey tell em, Sidney, come one, (y/n), tell em!” Billy finally shouted as they led him out of the room. Sid refused to look and see but me? I had a clear view of his pleas for help, part of me felt bad. Right when Billy was dragged out Tatum walked in and right to us. She rushed right to Sid’s side holding her close saying, “Oh Sid, I’m gonna getcha out of here. Okay?” Nodding in response, Sid just sniffled and cried a little. 

  Watching these two in front of me made me realise just how much of a family we really… aren’t. I mean the way Sidney might view it yeah for sure, we talk to each other and spend time together but when it comes down to it they’ll leave me in the background while they huddle to protect her. If this were a horror movie I know I wouldn’t be the final girl, Sidney would. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I overheard Dewey and Sheriff Burke. They’re talking about how it’s hard to track the buyer for the costume and they won’t be able to access the phone account until tomorrow. I couldn’t hear anymore after Tatum just groaned, “Ugh come on,” as she stood by Sid. I’m really hoping it wasn’t Billy, I care about him a lot even if he can be a little… menacing at times. He does his best for Sid and that’s all that matters.

 “Hey Dewey, can we go now?” Tatum asked her older brother, impatience written all over her face. 

“Hold on a second,” He said, pointing his forefinger up in our direction. 

“What did mom tell ya? When I wear this badge you treat me like a man of the law,” Dewey basically whined out to Tatum. 

“I’m sorry deputy Dewey boy but we’re ready to go!” Tatum shouted in a huff as she gathered her things, “Now, okay?!” 

“Uh take ‘em out the back way, avoid that circus.” Burke said as he patted Dewey’s back and pointed towards the back door. 

The whole station was laughing at Dewey and Tatum’s bickering as we rushed for the doors. 

“There she is, Sydney!” Oh well I guess the Devil will always seek you out when you least expect it. “Hi, some night, what happened, are you alright?” Gale asked, shoving the microphone in Sid’s face. 

“She’s not answering any questions alright? Just leave us alone,” Tatum said in a tired-of-this-shit tone. 

“No no, Tatum it’s okay she’s just doing her job, right Gale?” Sid smiled and lightly pushed Tatum back towards me. 

Judging by her voice, Sidney is about to throw down. 

“Yes that right,” Gale nodded, still shoving the microphone in Sid’s face. 

“So how’s the book?” Sid asked, a sarcastic and scorch sound to her voice. 

“Well, it’ll be out later this year.” 

“Oh, I’ll look for it.” Sid said, he voice cracking for the tears and sobs trying to escape. 

I whispered over to Tatum, “Grab Sid. Now.” Tatum did exactly as I said. 

Just in time too since Gale said, “I’ll send you a copy!” 

Sid went to turn around and punch her but Tatum held her back with all her strength. This allowed me to take her place and land a clean right hook to Gale’s left cheek pushing her back and down into her camera man. Words could be heard from all the people behind her but I wasn’t listening. 

Dewey ran up to us and escorted Tatum, Sid, and I to his patrol car. 

“Where’d you learn to punch like that?” Dewey asked as he held onto my arm. 

“Mom was a boxer before she got with Neil,” I said as I slammed the car door. 

“(Y/n) why did you do that?” Sidney asked me, looking in confusion. 

“What, you think I’m going to risk my sister facing legal action in the middle of this shit show? I’d rather land in the slammer than you Sid,” I said as I placed my head on her shoulder. 

“See Tatum why can’t you be like that?” Dewey whined from the front seat. 

“Because you’re my big brother Dewey you’re supposed to defend me!” And so the sibling bickery ensued once again. 

  Once we made it to Tatum’s we got dressed in our pajamas and just lounged around Tatum’s room. I guess my clothes weren’t up-to-par with the latest fashion because right when I walked in I earned an “ugh” from Tatum. “What?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning on the doorway with a goofy grin. “Well one, you always wear those ridiculous shirts, and two, change whatever you’re doing.” Standing up straight I tug down at my shirt, it was just a Pet Sematary shirt, I guess I do wear a lot of horror stuff. “I get why you don’t like the shirt but what’s wrong with what I was doing?” I asked in a genuinely confused tone. Tatum got up to cup my face and squeeze it. “You’ve been spending too much time with Billy and Stu, we need to re-acclimate you to society.” She said and she pouted her lip, feigning pity for my accidental new traits. While Tatum was shuffling through her drawers I looked over at Sid. I mouthed, “Aren’t you going to do something?” Sid shrugged and mouthed back, “What am I supposed to do?” I tossed my arms up in the arm and mouthed, “Anything.”

   Tatum then threw something purple and soft right at my face. “There, go put those on then come back so I can braid your hair!” Tatum excitedly squealed. “We’re going to take cute pictures so hurry!” She shouted down the hall. Rushing to the bathroom I turned on the light, releasing a breath I held in… I’m just a little scared after tonight, I don’t know what’s lurking in the dark places anymore. I examined the set of small shorts and a smooth satin sleeping hirt. I quickly threw them on before heading back to Tatum’s room. When I came back I heard Tatum laughing. 

“God I loved it! I’ll send you a copy, BAM, bitch went down!” Tatum imitated the event. Punching her stuffed rabbit. 

Moving to sit up she again said, “I’ll send you a copy, bam! (Y/n), super bitch!” Tatum exclaimed shoving her arms out to the side. “She is so cool.” 

I moved over to her vanity, careful not to make any noise because I wanted to bask in the fame. 

Dewey walked in saying, “Thought (y/n) might want some ice for that right hook” Just had to run it Dewey. 

“Over here Dewey,” I said as I sat at the end closest to the door. 

Dewey tossed me the greenish ice pouch before I said, “Thanks.” 

“I’ll be right next door, try to get some sleep.” Dewey said as Tatum waved him off. 

I hopped onto the same bed as Tatum, I wanted to give Sid her space since she’s going through a lot right now. 

Turning to me Tatum asked, “Do you really think Billy did it?” 

My heart was telling me to say no but all that came out of my mouth was, “He was there Tatum…” 

“He was destined to have a flaw, I knew he was too perfect.” Tatum said as she bobbed her head. 

Hearing the phone ring in the other room just gave me instant chills, so did the knock at Tatum’s door right after. 

“Telephone honey,” Tate’s mom walked in.

“Who is it?” Tatum asked as we turned to look at Mrs. Riley. 

“It’s for the girls,” She said, making Sid turn her entire body. 

“Is it my dad?” Her question was eager with hope in her voice. 

“I don’t think so,” Tatum’s mom said as she gave a sympathetic smile. 

Sid turned back over, having no interest in the matter anymore. 

“Take a message,” Tatum said, leaning back against the headboard. 

Getting up I said, “No it’s okay, I’ll answer it.” It might be something important, even if it isn’t our parents. 

As I walked out I could hear the pitter-patter of Sid’s sock covered footsteps follow me to the phone. 

“Hello?” I asked, crossing my fear arm over my chest. 

“Hello, (y/n).” Oh no, the voice was obviously the ghost masked man from just hours ago. His words were drawn out just hoping for a reaction. 

I gave him exactly what he wanted, “No! Stop, stop this now!” I wailed out.

Sidney came to my side, along with Tatum and her family. 

“Poor Sidney’s Billy boyfriend, that guy doesn’t stand a chance with her.” This Ghostface said in mock gossip as if he were one of the girls. 

“Leave me and my sister alone! You Jack Torrance sounding creep!” I exclaimed, shaking from the pure rage and fear that swam through my body. 

“Looks like your sister fingered the wrong guy, again!” The masked murderer snarled on the other side of the line. 

“What are you talking about? Who are you?” I asked in complete confusion by his words. Tatum and Sidney were begging me to hang up the phone. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough, I promise.” He said before letting his line go dead. 

“What?!” Dewey exclaimed as he rushed out to us a little too late. We were already walking back to the room 

  I couldn’t sleep for the entire night, neither could Sid and Tatum. We tried keeping our minds off of things by doing light hearted girly stuff like braiding each other's hair, painting our nails, taking cute pictures with Tatum’s instant camera. I just wasn’t ready to leave the warm security of our friend’s home tomorrow morning.