#hes grossssss

[yeyinde]

Ghost has a thing for fucking you when you're asleep—

(—and maybe one day he'll get around to telling you about it, too.)

noncon/dubcon somnophilia. spit kink. brief anal.

He likes you like this. When you're soft, pliant. A malleable little doll under his hands that he can shape to his will. Bend.

You're so small compared to him. Tiny. The difference unmoors the chains keeping his vile, nasty urges at bay, until they spool—horrific and depraved—around him. Unleashes the need in the back of his head that screams, howls, and tells him to own, possess. Claim.

Ruin you—

And you belong to him. Everything. Every part of you is his, down to your goddamn marrow. Your bones are marked with his name, false starts carved into milky bones.

he doesn't really see the problem with taking what is his.

—and so, he does.

His sweet, sweet girl who can barely take his cock when you're awake—too much, too fat—and so he makes do with slaking his hideous, bestial need on your body when you're asleep. When he can fold your knees up to your ears, and fuck you as deep, as hard, as he wants without worrying about you seeing the want rotting in his eyes, and run—

The stretch, you whine. He's too much for you. The biggest you've ever had. It isn't meant to stroke his ego, he knows this, but still. He preens when you add, liquid and pained, by a considerable margin, Simon—

Like this, asleep, you're relaxed. Liquid. 

And with the sleeping pills crushed into your bedtime tea you always (always) take an hour before bed, he can do whatever he wants to do. However he wants. 

Splits you open with his tongue, fucking into you until you're sloppy and wet. Spitting on your cunt and pushing the foamy glob into your tight hole at his own leisure without having a rain of indignant fists come down across his shoulders, disgusted by the degrading action. Don't spit on me, Simon, that's gross—

(but you swallow it like a good girl when he grabs you by the neck, thumb digging into the dent of your larynx until you open nice and wide for him, tongue sliding out like you're begging for it—)

His little hellion awake. But asleep? 

He gets your pussy messy with his spit, fucking it into you with two fingers—another benefit to fucking you asleep is that he doesn't have to bother with building up, can stretch you out on two fingers without those breathy little mewls spilling out, telling him it's too much. Then three with his mouth glued to your clit, feeling your cunt clench down on him as he bullies it with his tongue. The pressure is too much, too intense. You'd be howling if you were awake, but—

You're not. 

The only sound is the lews squelch of him fucking you open with three fingers, sucking noisily at your pebbled clit. 

Music to his ears. 

And if he's in a hurry. Well. Skipping foreplay all together is fine. Just has to spit on his palm, coat it over his shaft, and make you open up for him. Splitting you open on just his cock. All tight—agonizingly so—around him. 

You can take it. 

He knows you can. You take everything he throws at you—knees pushed to your ears, cock bulging out from your belly. Head buried in a pillow as he flattens his body over yours, and ruts into your cunt while he smothers you under his bulk. Indescribably tight like this with your thighs squeezed together between his own. On your side with your leg thrown over his hip, or held high in the air. 

He likes it best when you're on your back, though. Soft and sweet. Little hiccups leaving your slack lips as he forces you to take every inch he has to offer. Bullying his fat cock into your pussy. Over and over again—

Quenching his unbearable lust on you until it's slated on your flesh, cunt stuffed full of his cum.

Or your ass. 

You're wary about him burying his fat length into your ass. It'll hurt, is the biggest excuse you like to give, hands tucked against the swell of your bottom as if that would be enough to keep him away. You've never done that before and taking him in your pussy was already a lot, you couldn't imagine taking him there, too—

It's a problem. Too bad for you, he has always been task oriented. Someone who likes the squash issues under his thumb. 

And that's exactly what he does. 

Starts with his thumb shoved inside your hole when he's fucking your pussy. Then a finger. Two. Likes to lick at your cunt before shoving your knees to your chest, lifting your ass in the air, and devouring it with the same rapacious appetite. Tongue fucking into you, getting you all sloppy and wet, stretching you open so he can seat you down on his cock. All the way to the base. Stretching your rim wide around his girth. Pounding your tight little ass until he cums inside of you. Filling you over and over again until it leaks out, soaking into the sheets below. 

His pretty little doll. All fucked out and messy. 

With you asleep, Simon can take from you—as much as he needs to fill this greedy, gaping maw inside of himself—without burdening you. Scaring you away. 

And he'd rather not have to chase you down like a dog—

It's the perfect arrangement that lets him exorcise himself of the horrible, awful, things he wants to do to you. Quench the bloodlust, the violence, that drums up in the back of his head, ugly and noxious, that leaks poison into his blood. Makes him see you torn to pieces by his enemies, wrenched away by the people who think they know what's best for you. Taken. The urge to claim you is animalistic. Primal. 

This—

This is bloodletting. It's spilling the rot from inside himself so it doesn't fester. Turn septic. Gangrenous. Eating at his tissue until his hands no longer belong to himself, but to the mercy of his monstrous need. 

It lets him ruin you, tear into you like a beast, without worrying about you running from him. Fleeing from this rapacious green he holds deep in the fibrils of his chest. Hewed into his essence, subsumed into his marrow. 

Simply put: he needs this. Just like you need him. Simon. Need him like the air you breathe—

(And sometimes, sometimes, you get this peculiar look on your face before bed. A frisson. Unease, pensive. It splits over your brows, an evanescent tremor. He thinks you might be more aware than you let on. That you know about this hideousness inside him, this putrid greed that sloshes around the edges of his eyes sometimes, trying to bleed in, trickling down over his periphery before he can stop it. 

But it dissolves into complacency before he can chisel into it, leaving nothing behind but a faint stink of stale smoke. Acrid—like doused embers. Burning his nose, his lungs—)

And when he's had his fill—stuffed that chasm inside his belly with your flesh—he cleans you up, and pulls you tight to his chest. Satiated for the time being. Falling asleep with the taste of you on his tongue, locked tight in his embrace. Tenders to your aches the next morning, as soft and supple as he can ever allow himself to be. 

There’s a place for him, he’s sure, when he lies to you, and says that you must have slept the wrong way. That maybe he was a little too hard on you the night before. And maybe if he were a better person, a better man, he might have felt some sense of guilt for it. Shame.

But instead, he coos at you and says:

It’s his fault, pet, but don’t worry he’ll take such good care of you. Licking your sore cunt all day until you grab him by the scruff of his neck, and tell him no more, please, Simon, stop, stop—it doesn’t hurt anymore, please—

He relents an hour before bed and takes you to the kitchen where you sit and drink the tea he made without a word.

Like a good girl—

And then you slip into bed in nothing but his old shirt, curling up against his chest, and whispering—soft and sweet—into his ear, "good night, Simon."

(his sweet, sweet girl.

like you're fucking begging him for it—)

[ino]

pet names don't really bother me but men saying baby makes my pu$$y dry up and fall out

women doing it is like AWOOGA 😍

but men... it makes me want to attack them with scissors

[bunny-extract]

You said something about having to weld that big boy to the bed to get him to stay put. Does a cock cage count??

Holy fuck your brain. Theres no way that would actually keep him from trying to fuck you, though.

König would hump the cold metal against your skin, straining thick and defiant behind it. He’s not even trying to pleasure himself when he grinds into your hole, or makes you warm him in your mouth. It’s all just to humiliate you. “This is all for you. This is your fault.”

[lepitorus]

ref for the. scrunkly.

[theodoradevlin]

Ah, my apologies, I think I just sent you and Montrose wrong letters by accident. Feel free to disregard my question! Unless you know more 👀

*flicks the other owl in Monty's direction*

Montrose's dating history is something I try to avoid knowing too much about 🥴

[problemsynth]

COLD WET NOSE SLIMEING MY ARM. WHY IS THE FURRY BASTARD ALWAYS SO FULL OF SNOT.

[malarkgirlypop]

Stop, when he spits in the breaking point ep my first thought was spit on me.

someone needs to compile all the times liebgott was gross and spat on the ground. ross mccall was like is anyone gonna spit on this set and not even wait for an answer

[alcoholicpilot]

hehehehh he’s grossssss🧡

[alltheirdamn]

Killing Me Softly | (Joel x teacher!f!reader)

Epilogue

Summary: Joel had always been the one. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 6.5k Warnings: None! Enjoy whatever comes! A/N: So, here we are at last. The final goodbye to one of my favorite pairings :') It is so bittersweet to end their story, but I am so thankful you all have supported it and loved it along the way! Tommy & Beth's story will be coming soon, so I hope you guys stick around for it! All my love, xoxo <3

Masterlist | Ko-fi

“Sarah!” You called from downstairs. “We need to leave soon so we aren’t late!”

“Coming!” She shouted back.

You could hear her footsteps shuffling across the loft, no doubt in a rush trying to find her backpack. It was the first day of school, and you were the brand new eighth-grade teacher—totally not because you wanted to keep teaching Sarah before high school. 

The three of you had spent the summer in a whirlwind, between camping trips and helping Joel work on a business plan for his own job. You even took a small trip to Boston to see your family; you needed to get the closure you deserved finally. But you couldn’t think about that trip now; you needed Sarah to hurry up.

“Joel,” you grumbled. “Can you please get her down here?”

Joel was leaning against the kitchen counter, his coffee mug half-full and lifted to his lips. He rolled his eyes at you, his lips curling into a soft smile. 

��I got it, baby. Go get your ass in the car, and I’ll make sure she has everythin’ together.”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips before slinging your bag over your shoulder. A large hand closed over your bicep, and Joel yanked you back into his broad frame. 

“No y’don’t. Give me a real kiss,” he chuckled.

He pressed a hand into your lower back, holding you firm to his chest as he bent down to kiss you. You deepened the kiss, your tongue overlapping his with a soft whimper off your lips. Joel swallowed every noise and pressed you against his lips for as long as he could.

“Grossssss,” Sarah groaned, startling you both.

You jumped back from Joel’s embrace, staring at Sarah with an embarrassed smile. 

“Can you guys not do that? At least wait for the wedding.”

Joel barked a laugh, kissing your cheek with wet lips before pushing you out of the kitchen. 

“I can kiss my future wife all I want, sweetheart,” he protested. 

Future wife. 

You loved it when he said that. You loved it even more when he was pinning you to the bed and whispering it in your ear as he fucked you. Lazy strokes and sweet words… The thought alone had you clenching your thighs beneath your skirt. 

Joel didn’t waste a moment proposing after you moved in. He and Tommy had snuck away one Saturday to a jewelry store to find the perfect ring, and he proposed that night. The tiny diamond sat snug on your finger, the gold band reflecting the sunlight every time you admired it—which you did a lot.

You and Joel were still working through the mess created after your accident, but there was no question that you’d marry him. At least you knew he wouldn’t run from the wedding; the thought of it happening kept you up some nights. 

Both you and Sarah arrived at the school with only ten minutes to spare. She’d be in your final class for the day, so you parted ways and made your way to your new classroom. Joel had helped you set up your room over the last week, hanging the posters you couldn’t reach and remaining adamant about keeping you from any possible chance of falling. God forbid you hit your head again; it wasn’t something you liked to think of often. 

Walking into the classroom, you quickly set up your lesson plans and placed worksheets on each desk. The first week of school would be the easiest for you and the students. A slight tap on the door jolted you from rushing around, and you looked up to see Maria sheepishly standing in the doorway.

“Welcome back,” she said. 

Neither of you had spoken since the end of the year, and you still weren’t sure what to say. Joel had explained to you that Maria wasn’t entirely at fault for anything; she only meant to care for you and keep you company throughout the years between. At the start of last year, he mentioned that he considered going after you, which was why Maria was always so pushy about talking to Joel. And she had, in fact, been the mastermind behind ‘Happy Hour��� when Joel showed up. 

You couldn’t stay mad forever, even if sometimes you desperately wanted to. Anger was all you had known for months, and you worked hard to replace it and battle through it as the summer went on. But right now, you could put that aside and at least be cordial with Maria. 

“Thank you, Maria.” You gave her a tentative smile. 

“Can I come in? I wasn’t sure if I’d catch you before the day started, and I was hoping we could chat.”

You nodded, motioning to one of the desks. Maria entered the room and leaned against the edge of the desk, waiting for you to settle into your chair. You tried ignoring the emails that continued to chime on your computer, attempting to give her your full attention, which she deserved. 

“I’m sorry,” she blurted. “I had no intention of lying to you, but I only wanted to see you happy. After the accident, it was so hard for me to lose you in the way I did. Giving you a place to live after your breakup with Bennett and seeing you meet Joel… Then nothing. I cared for you like a daughter and wanted to continue being there for you.”

“I know you did,” you sighed. “It’s been hard having to adjust after regaining my memory, and it’s taking a lot out of me to try to work through it all. I hope you know I appreciate all the care you’ve shown me. Before the accident and after. I just needed time to process it all.”

“If you ever need anything, sweetie, you know I’m here.”

“Thank you.”

You reached your arms to hug her, and Maria took the opportunity without question. Her warm embrace was enough to bring you to tears; you did miss her—a lot. Pulling away, you lifted your hand a little to show off the sparkle on your ring finger. 

“Oh my gosh!” she squealed, grabbing your hand.

You laughed at her excitement and allowed her to admire the ring on your finger.

“The wedding is next month,” you told her. “Joel and I would love for you to come if you would like.”

“Are you kidding? Of course, I want to come!”

She pulled you in for another tight hug, muttering a litany of ‘thank you’s.’ Eventually, the school bell rang, she ran out of the room, and you settled back at your desk for the beginning of the day. 

Not even two minutes after the final bell rang, Sarah was barreling into your classroom with a big smile. You had just seen her in the third hour during her own class, but her excitement never failed to make your heart swell with happiness. 

“Ready to go home, kiddo?” You chuckled.

“So ready! I think Dad is cooking us dinner, and I’m starving.”

You ruffled her curls softly before tucking her under your arm and leaving the classroom. The person you were last year—before remembering everything—would have never allowed this to happen. Dating your student’s father was out of line and, quite frankly, not your forte, but this was an exception. A very necessary exception. 

As you pulled out of the parking lot, you heard your phone ringing in your purse. Sarah was quick to retrieve it, staring confused at the caller ID. 

“Who is it?” You asked, glancing away from the road.

“Aunt Beth.”

Shit.

Things hadn’t been great between you two since the trip back to Boston over the summer, but it was better. If you sat in silence long enough, the bitterness and anger returned in full force. Joel was your voice of reason, calming you down from the resurgence of emotions and always quickly reminding you of Beth's work to fix the relationship. You only hoped they weren’t empty promises and she would prove herself to be who she was before the accident.

“Here, let me see it,” you said, extending your hand.

Pressing answer, you held the phone to your ear and hoped Sarah didn’t see the trembling in your fingertips.

“Hello?” 

“Hey, sis,” Beth said. It was easy to hear the frustration in her greeting.

“Everything okay?” You asked. 

You came to a slow roll at the red light in front of you, relaxing your white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. Sarah rubbed an assuring hand over your arm, and you turned to give her a sad smile. She was like her father, so receptive and aware of your emotions.

“Yeah, I think so. I don’t know, I just… Do you want me there? Are you sure?”

“At my wedding?” You questioned. “I already told you I wanted you there. I extended the invite to the entire family, including you.”

“I know, but being your bridesmaid feels wrong.”

A car horn blared behind you, and your eyes snapped up to see the green light staring down at you. You inhaled sharply and pressed the gas. 

“Joel and I already talked about it, and we both agree not having you there would be something I might regret one day. I want you and Stell both up there with me.”

“You’re sure?” She asked, her voice cracking.

“Yes, Beth. I’m sure. Now, are you flying out on the day of the reception or the day before? I just need to make sure your hotel room is booked and set up before you get here.”

“I’ll fly in the day before with Stell. I think Mom and Dad are coming the day after.”

“Okay, good. I’ll make sure everything is taken care of. Just please promise me you’ll be there.”

“I promise, sis,” she sighed.

You rounded the corner into the neighborhood and pulled up to the house. Joel’s truck was already parked in the driveway, his truck bed overflowing with work tools and wooden planks. You nodded at Sarah to head in while you finished the phone call—you needed a moment alone before going inside. 

“I just got home, Beth, so I’ve got to run. I’ll send you the information for the hotel and everything, okay?”

“Wait, before you go,” Beth hesitated. 

“Yeah?”

“I’m still really sorry,” she admitted. “About everything.”

You scrubbed a hand down your face, holding back a wave of tears that threatened to break your composure. Beth wasn’t one to show her emotions or speak them this freely. Her vulnerability was something you were still adjusting to, among everything else. 

“I know you are, sis,” you exhaled. 

“I’ll, um, I’ll let you go. I’ll talk to you soon.”

You didn’t get the chance to say goodbye before the phone line went dead.  Resting your head against the steering wheel, you let the tears run down your face. It was hard to control your emotions these days, and today was no different. Between seeing Maria and talking to Beth, you were exhausted. The wedding planning hadn’t been stressful until now, but knowing Beth was having second thoughts about even coming? The stress was starting to creep in.

A light tap on the window jolted you from your tearful silence. You turned your head to see Joel standing outside the door, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. Seeing him was the final nail in the coffin, and you lost it completely. He was quick to yank the door open and wrap his arms around your limp body. 

“Sarah told me Beth called,” he confessed. “I’m sorry, baby. I know this isn’t easy.”

You clung to his shirt, nestling your head into his neck. The work day still lingered on his skin, the smell of fresh wood and sweat flooding your senses. He smelled like home. 

“Am I making the wrong decision?” You choked out. 

Joel’s grip tightened around you, his sturdy frame grounding your emotions to cascade into. You fell victim to your cries, your tears dampening the cotton tee he wore. 

“You’re makin’ the mature decision, baby,” he stated. “It took a lot for you even to see them this summer, but the wedding will fly by, and this can all be put behind us.”

“I just don’t want to be let down again,” you cried. 

“No one's gonna let you down. I’ll make sure of it, ‘kay?”

You peeled yourself away from him, wiping away the tears that trailed down your cheeks. Joel’s brown eyes softened as he took in your fragile state, his lips turning down. Cradling your head in his hands, Joel brought your forehead to his lips for a comforting kiss.

“Hey, I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” you whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Y’know how I feel ‘bout you sayin’ that, baby,” Joel grinned.

The slight shift in the color of his eyes was warning enough to make your emotions skyrocket in a different way. You gave him a shy smile before pecking him on the lips and jumping out of the car. Joel quickly wound an arm around your front and hauled you back to him.

“You’re lucky we got dinner on the table,” he whispered in your ear. “Punishment’s gonna have to wait ‘til later.”

“Punishment?” You echoed.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, dragging his mouth over the shell of your ear.

You shivered at the touch, your body molding against his. Leave it to Joel to always turn your mood around; it’s what you loved about him. The worst days could be changed in minutes, and you weren’t afraid to be vulnerable with him. You also weren’t afraid to rile him up, too.

Shifting your body slightly, you brushed your ass against the crotch of his jeans, rewarding yourself with the hardening bulge of his cock. Joel groaned at the brief touch, his teeth nipping at your earlobe.

“Oops, I’m sorry,” you giggled.

 You repeated the motion, Joel’s body tensing behind you.

“Oh gosh,” you feigned distressed. “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re gonna regret that, baby,” Joel growled. 

With a sharp smack on your ass, Joel urged you toward the front door—not before readjusting himself several times before entering the kitchen. 

Sarah had long gone to bed by the time you and Joel retired to your room. You took time showering and readying for bed while Joel sprawled against the sheets. Peeking around the corner, you caught a glimpse of his body, nearly naked, except for a pair of black boxers. It still didn’t feel real that you had found your way back to him, and it especially didn’t feel real that you’d be marrying him in less than a month. 

“I know you’re starin’ at me over there,” Joel chuckled.

You emerged from behind the door, a grin on your face. Joel propped himself against the headboard, his hands locked behind his head and his biceps flexing slightly. 

“Obviously,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m allowed to admire my handsome future husband.”

“Get your ass up here, baby.”

You happily obliged and jumped onto the bed, straddling his waist as you bent down to kiss him. Joel’s nose brushed against yours as he deepened the kiss, his hand carding through your hair to anchor you closer. 

“If I’m not mistaken,” he muttered between kisses. “Y’said somethin’ earlier that you shouldn’t have.”

You trailed your lips down his neck, humming softly with each press of your lips.

“I did?” You teased.

“Three times,” Joel groaned. 

His fingers laced tightly between the tendrils of your hair, pulling your head up until there was nowhere to look but into his dark eyes. The swell of his pupils had replaced the soft amber colors of his irises, a mischievous look flashing across his face. 

“This is what’s gonna happen, baby. You’re gonna slide that beautiful body up here and ride my tongue ‘til you cum three times.”

“Three?” You repeated, your eyes growing wide.

Joel huffed a laugh and hooked his arms under your thighs. You fell forward, your hands bracing onto the headboard. Joel lucked out with you already being bare under your t-shirt; it was easy work for him, especially when you were already drenched with arousal. A small swipe of his nose over your throbbing clit was enough to elicit a soft moan from your mouth. 

“Bite your lip and stay quiet for me, baby,” Joel mumbled. “Can’t wake up Sarah with all your noise.”

“Okay,” you exhaled.

Joel flattened his tongue against your entrance and licked a long, slow stripe through your wet folds. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as he had instructed, you bit back a desperate whine that threatened to escape. You rolled your hips slightly, the pointed tip of his tongue dragging over your aching bud softly. The fire crept through your veins, catapulting you closer to the edge as Joel’s jaw worked relentlessly at your leaking entrance. 

“Joel,” you whispered, a faint whimper leaving your lips.

“Shh,” he hummed.

The low vibration of his hush radiated through your pulsating clit, forcing you to jerk away from his mouth. His calloused fingers dug further into the skin of your thighs, anchoring you down onto his face. His tongue worked faster at your clit, stroking it with tantalizing flicks of his tongue. Flames burst through your stomach with each move of his mouth, your thighs quaking in his grip. So close… you were so close. Joel felt it, too, and latched his mouth around the sensitive bud.

“Joel!” You cried, the orgasm barreling through your body. 

He didn’t let up, his tongue dipping into your entrance and lapping at the juices leaking from you. Your hand shot to the curls at the crown of his head, tugging him off of your sex, your body still twitching from the aftershocks of your climax. 

“That was only one, baby,” Joel muttered into the flesh of your inner thigh. 

He pressed wet kisses against your skin, working his way back to your center with small kitten licks over every inch of you. Your thighs clenched around his face, framing him perfectly between your legs. You glanced at him only to find his dark eyes staring at you. The air knocked out of your lungs, seeing him under you in such blissed-out beauty. Joel shifted his face up, revealing his arousal-coated mustache and wet plush lips. 

“Y’gonna give me two more?” He asked, his mouth curving into a grin. 

You nodded vigorously, guiding him back to your swollen bud. Joel rested his tongue over your center, nudging you silently with a slight tilt of his head. Dragging your hips forward, you lowered yourself onto his open mouth. Back and forth, you moved against his tongue, tremors wracking through your limbs with each pass. 

“Joel! I’m gonna—.” You choked on your words. 

With one hand grasped on the headboard and the other tangled in his sweat-soaked curls, you bore down and let your second orgasm surge through your body. Biting your lip did little to help the cry of pleasure that escaped your mouth. You lifted yourself from his face, attempting to unlatch yourself from his tight grip. 

“Nuh uh, baby,” Joel protested, his voice husky. “One more.”

“I can’t,” you whined.

You stumbled over his body, collapsing into the bed beside him. Joel rolled over you, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. The lower half of his face was coated in your arousal, his chin and beard glistening in the dim lights of the bedroom. You wound your arms around his neck, pulling him to your lips. The sweet smell of your arousal hit your nose as his mouth collided with yours. Joel groaned against your lips, coaxing your mouth open wider. You tilted your head to give him better access, your tongues dancing in unison in a heated kiss. 

You felt Joel’s hand slide between your bodies, his body shifting slightly as he pushed down the boxers from his waist. The weight of his heavy cock rested on your thigh, and you hooked your leg higher to give him access to your dripping sex. 

“Got one more in you, baby?” Joel asked, his mouth roaming down your neck. 

“I think so,” you said, your voice shaky. 

Joel suctioned his lips to the hollow of your neck, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You gasped at the intrusion, your body adjusting to the girth of his cock as he split you open. Joel carded a hand through your hair and glued his eyes to yours as he thrusted into you slowly. Your bodies moved in a simple rhythm; when he drove into you, you careened back. Soft cries and heavy grunts, each of you flowing in perfect harmony. 

“So fuckin’ perfect,” Joel whispered.

“Feels so good, Joel,” you panted.

Your eyes fluttered shut, the swell of release at your fingertips as Joel speared into you deeper with each cadence of his hips. You were overstimulated and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but you wanted to come undone with him. You wanted to fall over the edge together; you wanted this moment to be something you shared. Lifting your mouth to his ear, you whined softly, garnering a low growl from his chest. 

“I love you.”

Three simple words. It was enough to send Joel over the edge, his body tensing above you as he drove into you one last time. Your sex clenched around his cock, milking him through his release. His cock dragged against the aching walls of your sex as he pulled out, his body resting heavily on top of yours. With his head pressed to your heaving chest, you ran your fingers through the dark curls resting at the base of his neck. 

“You tired?” You laughed softly, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead. 

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout,” Joel argued.

“Get some sleep, handsome. I love you.”

“I love you so much, baby.”

He nuzzled further into your embrace, a soft yawn exhaling from his mouth. You smiled to yourself, reveling in the fact that this was your life. Here, at this moment, everything you had endured was worth it. It was worth it knowing someone inexplicably loved you. Someone who wasn’t going to leave, no matter how hard things may be. Joel fought tooth and nail to have you back, and you learned to forgive his faults. His patience and unwavering love were enough to battle any doubts that lingered in your mind.

He was yours, just as much as you were his. 

**

Outside your bridal suite, storm clouds swirled in the sky. You had watched the news channel praying for a sunny wedding day all week, but the Texas weather laughed at your pleas. The thunderstorm looming in the distance was only the tip of the iceberg in your ever-growing levels of anxiety.

“Sis, it’s gonna be okay,” Beth urged. 

Beth and Stella were the only ones in the room with you, and they both sat at the edge of the bed, watching you helplessly pace the floor. You itched to undo the tight bun your hair had been wrangled into, the pain of each bobby pin shooting another jolt of pain into the onset headache forming in your head. 

“What if he doesn’t show? What if Joel doesn’t want this? What if—?”

“Oh my God, stop!” 

It wasn’t Beth that cut off your rambling, but Stella. She wasn’t one to raise her voice often, but it was enough to halt your frantic thoughts. You threw yourself onto the chair in the corner of the room, letting out an exasperated sigh. Stella rose from the bed, carefully sidestepping the hem of her silk bridesmaid dress as she waltzed to where you sat. She lowered herself to her knees and stared up at you with pleading eyes. 

“Joel loves you, sis,” she stressed. “He’s not going to leave you. All of these pre-ceremony jitters will go away the second you walk down that aisle.”

“But—.”

She held up her hand in protest, shaking her head sternly. 

“No more of that. You are going to put on your dress and get ready.”

You glanced at your wedding dress hanging on the back of the door. The white fabric was a haunting reminder of the rain-soaked dress you had worn only years ago, dirtied by the mud and broken hopes left in Bennett’s wake. You chewed at your lip to stifle back a cry, your brain ready to disintegrate with all the pressure building inside your head. 

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you whispered, the admission frightening you. 

Beth groaned, leaving the bed to join Stella on the ground. You had spoken little since she came into town, sharing only a few shallow words in passing when necessary. But the seriousness in her eye ignited a new wave of fear; her words could slice you clean through if you let it. Saying your name softly, Beth clasped a hand around yours and inhaled a sharp breath. 

“You can do this, and you will. I know you’re scared, but Joel is waiting for you. He’s been waiting for you for years, and he’s not going anywhere. Trust me when I tell you no one in this world loves you more than he does, okay?”

A tear slipped down your cheek at Beth’s words. The way she spoke of Joel was night and day from how she spoke of Bennett. Her words regarding Bennett had been laced with venom strong enough to poison even your happiest memories—whatever those had been. They were fighting words, and each punch was perfectly placed. With Joel, she only spoke with sincerity. Both she and Stella had been there to see Joel at his worst after the accident, watching the life he had made with you crumble away within the hospital. They had been there to experience his grief firsthand, and that was something you could never argue. Joel held a special place in both of their hearts, a bond you couldn’t remember but couldn’t deny. 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, burying your head in your hands. You threw caution to the wind when it came to ruining your makeup. It was a lost cause at this point. 

“Hey, come here,” Beth whispered. 

She hauled you into her arms, wrapping herself around you. Stella followed her lead, both huddling around you as you cried quietly. Time had stolen so much from you, time you couldn’t get back with your sisters. Putting everything aside, you sat in the moment with them and let their strength hold you up. 

“Okay, okay,” you sighed, peeling yourself away. “Can you both help me get into my dress?”

Stella squealed excitedly, hauling herself up and hurtling toward the door where it hung. Beth gave you one final squeeze and a quiet “I love you” before joining Stella. 

You discarded your robe on the bed and stood awkwardly before them in your bridal lingerie. Both of them whistled at you provocatively, their eyes growing wide. You blushed at their giddiness, motioning for them to bring the dress to you. The three of you worked silently as you slipped into the tulle fabric. Beth worked at zipping up the back while Stella secured the gossamer sleeves over your shoulders. The fabric was cool against your skin, a welcome reprieve from the warm anxiety that simmered below the surface. You were ready after a few final touches on your makeup and the clasping of your heels. 

“Breathe, peanut,” your dad whispered in your ear. 

The bouquet in your hand was shaking from the trembling in your fingers. You stared through the glass door into the open courtyard where everyone sat, the sky darkening by the minute. In the distance, you could spot Joel's outline as he stood under the floral arch above the altar. He was right there…waiting. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” the wedding planner said, grasping the door handle before you. 

You turned your head to look at your dad, his features soft and emotional. If he cried, you’d soon follow, and you couldn’t ruin your makeup again. You squeezed his arm and nodded to the wedding planner. 

“I’m ready,” you whispered. 

With a gentle push of the door, you stepped over the threshold and into the humid air of the early evening. The soft crescendo of the Wedding March began to drift through the open space, and your friends and family all turned to stand. Your eyes shifted side to side, looking down each row at the warm smiles in your direction. Maybe if you didn’t look down the aisle, the fear of Joel running away wouldn’t come true. Look anywhere else. Your steps faltered, and you felt a wave of anxiety assault your nerves. 

“He’s waiting for you,” your dad mumbled. “Look up.”

You lifted your head and found Joel watching you with the brightest smile. His hair was tamed and slicked down with gel, and his beard was trimmed short—but still patchy in small areas along his jaw. His broad frame stretched out the black suit that was tailored perfectly to his body, and something about the refined look on him made your heart leap. If you weren’t already breathless, seeing his eyes stole any air left in your lungs.  Joel’s brown eyes sparkled with fresh tears under the gray skies. Not even the darkest storm clouds could darken the amber flecks glimmering in his irises. 

As you neared the altar, you also realized his hands were trembling. His fingers fidgeted with the cuffs of his shirt, and his body shifted from side to side as he waited for you. The music drifted to a close as you finally approached the altar, just inches from Joel. He didn’t run. He was standing right there. 

You turned to your dad, giving him a tearful hug and a quiet thank you. Joel stepped forward to give your dad a firm handshake, a warm smile gracing his face. As they said their final words to one another, you handed off your bouquet to Beth, who stood behind you, along with Stella and Sarah. Sarah’s cheeks were damp with tears as she grinned at you brightly, her skin radiant in her green dress. You blew her a kiss and turned back to Joel. 

“Y’look so fuckin’ beautiful,” he exhaled, wiping a tear from his face. 

“And you look extra handsome,” you grinned.

Joel chuckled, clasping his hands around yours. Your fingers squeezed around his knuckles, and your thumb rubbed soothing circles over the rough skin of his hand. The officiant beside you cleared his throat, and you and Joel turned your attention to him. 

“Family and friends,” he began. “Thank you all for joining us today for this wonderful union of love.”

The officiant's words faded into the background as you stared up at Joel, capturing this moment in your memory. Years of loss, pain, and grief all led you to this moment—right here. With Joel’s hands wrapped around yours and his loving smile shining down on you, it was all worth it. 

“I understand that you both have written your own vows,” the officiant said, interrupting the flood of emotions inside you.

Beth tapped you on your shoulder, handing you the small paper you had scribbled your vows onto that morning. 

“Okay,” you sighed. You smoothed out the paper in your hand, your eyes hardly focusing on the words before you. 

You opened your mouth to speak but paused as the first drop of rain splattered across the ink. A laugh bubbled out of you as you tilted your head up toward the sky. Rain misted your face, the slow sprinkle of rain dampening the ground around you. 

“Would y’look at that,” Joel laughed. “It’s rainin’ on us, baby. I think that means it’s good luck, right?”

You beamed at him, watching the raindrops catch onto his thick eyelashes. Crumpling the paper in your hand, you let it fall to the ground and composed yourself. Joel lifted his eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Joel Miller,” you started. “I can say, without a doubt, I was always meant to be with you. From the moment I ran into you, literally—.” You laughed at yourself. “I knew it would always be you. Even when time and differences separated us, a part of me knew I was missing something. You and Sarah were the missing pieces that made me whole. And I’m so thankful that the universe conspired to bring us back together and lead me home. I vow to you, Joel, that every day will be filled with memories we remember.

 I vow always to make you smile. I vow to always annoy you with my late-night conversations about books and poetry nonsense you most definitely have no interest in. I promise to stand beside you on the soccer fields, cheering on our girl through every win and loss. I vow to you, Joel Miller, to never leave and to always work through the hardest obstacles. Together.” 

“I love you so much,” Joel whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

You lifted a finger to wipe them away, your hand resting against his cheek. Joel sniffled back more cries, shaking out the rain clinging to his hair. 

“Alright, guess I gotta try and beat that now,” Joel joked. 

He crumpled his vows, the paper floating onto the wet ground where they melted into the rainfall. Joel barely managed to choke out your name before succumbing to tears all over again. 

“Man, this is hard,” he huffed. “I ain’t sure how y’did all that without losin’ it, baby.”

“You’ll be just fine, Joel. I’m right here,” you assured. 

He spoke your name again, this time only faltering at the end. You gave him an encouraging smile, your hand still caressing his face. 

“I can’t tell you enough how lucky I am that you’re in my life,” Joel began. “I ain’t ever felt a love like this, and I ain’t ever wanna lose it. I’m not a many of many words, at least not where it counts, but havin’ you by my side makes every single day brighter. There ain’t no better happiness than seein’ your smile every day or seein’ you be the mother to Sarah that she always deserved. 

Y’make me the proudest man alive, and I vow always to love you and care for you in every single way. I promise to read all the books y’read. I vow to remind you which cereal we buy at the grocery. I vow to stay truthful and always love you no matter how hard things may get. It’s you and me, baby. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You got me ‘til I stop breathin’.”

You were the one crying the hardest now—a vow of all vows, spoken upon the altar that had always haunted you. One thing remained true in the weariness and uncertainty of the last several years: Joel was your steadfast. He was the constant that worked against the odds and continued to fight for a love you had since forgotten. Through the heartbreak, grief, and endless nights alone, you now had the one man the universe had created just for you. 

I love you, you mouthed. You couldn’t trust yourself not to entirely wither into a heap of sobs as his vows sunk further into your heart. 

“Now, if we may have the rings,” the officiant urged.

Tommy handed the ring to Joel while Sarah stepped forward to give you the wedding band you both had picked for her dad. 

“Thank you, kiddo,” you whispered, bending down to hug her. 

You and Joel repeated each word the officiant said, slipping the wedding bands onto each other's ring fingers. The rain was coming down harder now, pelting your face in wet splashes and rolling down your bare neck. Joel’s suit was soaked through, yet he didn’t care. Neither of you could stop smiling. 

“With the power invested in me and the state of Texas, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Miller! You may now kiss your bride.”

“About damn time,” Joel snorted. 

His hands swept under your shoulder blades, dipping you low as he bent to kiss you. The moment his wet lips touched yours, everything became a reality. Joel was your husband. You molded your body into his embrace, your arms winding around his neck. He kissed you recklessly as if no one else around you existed. And truthfully, the world could have collapsed around you, and you would never have known it. You wanted to remain in his arms for eternity. 

This was your home. He was your everything. 

The reception had drawn into the late hours of the night, and the buzz of a few drinks had your body relaxed and at ease. Whatever stress you had before the ceremony it had long since vanished, swept away with the rain as it continued to pour from the sky. The train of your dress was stained brown from the mud, yet you didn’t care. It was a memory of the day, and you wanted to keep it with you forever. 

“One last dance?” Joel asked, extending a hand to you.

You rose from your seat, placing your hand in his. Somewhere during the night, Joel had discarded his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Seeing him this dressed up was far more dangerous than you expected; you craved to undo every button traveling down his torso and strip his tailored pants right from his muscular legs. But those tempting thoughts would have to wait till later. 

Half the attendees had left for the night, leaving only your family members and a few friends still scattered around the ballroom. As Joel swayed your bodies to the music, you caught wind of an argument drifting through the music. Turning your head over your shoulder, you watched Beth and Tommy go toe to toe in a standoff. 

���Do you think we should go calm them down?” You asked. 

Joel glanced towards his brother and shrugged.

“M’sure they’ll sort their shit out, baby. Ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me from enjoyin’ this night with you.”

“You’ve seen Beth when she’s angry,” you reminded him. 

“And y’know how grumpy Tommy can get,” Joel countered. “They can handle themselves.”

You both moved to the music in silence; your eyes settled on one another as you spun in slow circles. Joel hooked a hand under your knee and dipped you, only to pull you up just as quickly to crush his lips to yours. 

“When can I take y’home?” He muttered between kisses. “I’ve been dyin’ to take that dress off of you all night.”

“As soon as this song ends, I’m all yours,” you smiled. 

Joel’s brown eyes darkened under the twinkling lights, and dimples appeared on his cheeks as he grinned at you. 

“Baby, you’ve been mine from the start.”

[annacaffeina]

Trump: "Biden invented opiod addiction." "The entire country is a violence fueled hell hole because mexico exists." "China stole everything good from our country." "There won't be electoral violence as long as I win." "Biden gave those kids at the border back to the parents to spite me specifically."

People apparently: "Ewww I had to listen to an old man with a cold explain things!!! EWWWWWW! eww-eww-eww-eww-ew! He had a raspy voice and everything! Soooo grossssss!! Democracy is dead and Fascism is in! Democracy let an OLD out of the house and made me look at him AND listen to him!!!!"

[tequiilasunriise]

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT (apologies fer the long post)

But what if Harrow finds out Gideon is caught up and shuffled around more times than a spotify playlist between God and his holy gestures? She sure as hell is the greatest necro of her generation, but against honest to His Emperor Undying’s Lyctors she can only beat her way through hell or high water so far. Sure, she can go all in and threaten to Civil War style secede the Ninth House from the Nine Houses, but that threat only really works up until they find out everyone is pretty much one foot into the grave or already dead and thus it’d be mad easy to retake the House from its wayward Rev Daughter. SSOOO INSTEAAADDDD, Harrow could grab Ortus, shove him into the nearest shuttle, and jet off to the First House where the Lyctor trials are held and speedrun her way into tryna become a Lyctor to get her girl back.

Since the Seventh Saint is holed up with the enigma that is Gideon Nav, imagine GtN’s cast fucking around tryna solve the secret of Lyctorhood without mass murder mysteries screwing things up. Imagine Harrow, desperate and swallowing her pride fer once, approaching an admittedly intellectually competent Palamedes Sextus like, “Someone… important to my House has been taken from me, and I am willing to swear on The Tomb my and my House’s favor to you and your House if you…. argh… helped me.” She nearly turned right around and walked away mid-sentence, but the hulking figure that is Ortus nudged her from behind to keep going.

Yes, in this AU Harrow is much more flexible and lenient to Ortus in her own weird Harrow way because he agreed to help in her mad crusade to ‘take back what was so unjustly stolen from the Ninth’ (read: Harrow wants her girlfriend back and she wants her back NOW) and so we get more Tired Big Brother Ortus trying his best to help steer No Social Fucking Graces Harrow. As seen in HtN, Ortus always did care for Harrow and Gideon, and in this AU he finally gets over his cowardness to get Gideon back and help out the two young girls he’s idly witnessed get abused their whole lives. He and Harrow have a sort of heart to heart on the shuttle flight to the First House, and Harrow, in her own weird wet cat way, respects Ortus for this care and is actually not so callous with him. Yeah, he can’t fight at all, yeah, he often quotes his own poetry, but he’s here and he’s familiar and he doesn’t judge her for her ‘obsession’ over ‘reclaiming’ Gideon Nav because he gets it.

Now imagine the rest of the cast! Pal and Cam growing fond of the hissy yet more willing to socialize out of necessity to her cause Harrowhark Nonagesimus because they can understand being without your other half, as healthy as their friendship is the Sixth duo are extremely codependent themselves so they might not understand Griddlehark’s full history, but they get it. They also team up to subtly bully Harrow into proper eating and sleeping habits, which Ortus is mighty thankful fer. Just imagine the terrible teens actually living and theorizing amongst each other what the Ninth’s ‘special someone’ is really like from the bits of information the easily irritated necro would spat out on occasion, imagine the Second looking distinctly uncomfortable as Harrow tries to pry info out of them as high ranking Cohort officials only to find out even they don’t know anything about the Gideon Nav case other than her name (this, of course, only sparks Harrow’s drive to get her girlie B A C K), imagine the Fifth doting on Harrow and actually making her talk about her feelings towards Gideon along the way and being so sweet and endlessly supportive to her. Harrow, weary and heartbroken, one day confesses that, “Tell not a soul, should you not wish for your bones to be another servant of the Ninth… but I miss her terribly. I feel undone without her”, and the way Magnus and Abigail would share A Look™️ as Harrow holds her head in her hands. Oh. Oh, this girlie’s got it BAD. The Sixth being Harrow’s physical health support system while The Fifth team up to help work through her mental health? Can I get an amen???

Holy shit imagine the Eighth catching wind of the Ninth’s missing person and Silas snarkily saying smth like, “Well, good riddance I’d say. The less heretics the better-“ CUE ORTUS HAVING TO PLACE A HEAVY HAND ON HARROW’S SHOULDER TO PREVENT HER FROM TOSSING OUT BONE CHIPS AND BEATING THE SHIT OUTTA THIS PRICK WITH A SKELETON HOARDE!!! As Harrow glares as Silas the Sixth pull up and Pal lays down a sick comeback that leaves Silas stunned before dramatically leaving like, “W-whatever!”. Yes, this is the day Harrow internally begrudges the Sixth House as ‘perhaps more than mere allies’. Later, The Fifth express how proud they are of Harrow not murdering the Eighth’s necro on the spot while simultaneously agreeing he totally deserved it, the Fourth chime in asking if she want them to prank the shit outta this stupid white boy, the Seventh and Sixth also pitch in some prank ideas, and Harrow looks at Ortus and he gives her a nod back like, “Yeah, yeah this is what friends feel like.” At night, Harrow gets a knock on her very bone-decorated door and it turns out the tall, quiet Eighth House cav Colum had come to apologize fer his necro’s disdainful remark from earlier today and wishes her luck on her quest to find this Gideon Nav. As he shuffles away, Harrow decides he kinda counts as an ally too, she supposes.

Omg guys in this AU the Seventh get to properly meet the Sixth and that’s so important to me. Dulcie and Pal and Cam being so happy together and Pro is very supportive and writes silly poems with Ortus who finally has a rival turned poet buddy he can infodump the Nonius with. Harrow does not outright say it but she IS glad Ortus is happy, but, “You better not lose sight of what we came here for, Ninegad.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream it, my Lady, but also Pent and Quinn have requested you join them and the others for supper later tonight.”

“…I shall consider it.” (She ends up going and eating some plain bread because everything else had too much flavor fer her. The Sixth is like, ‘a win is a WIN’.)

There’s this running gag where Ianthe tries time and time again to hit on Harrow but every attempt goes RIGHT over Harrow’s head. Maybe if she wasn’t so dead set on getting the first flower of her House what was so forcefully ripped away from the Ninth’s possessions, Harrow would actually understand these are indeed romantic attempts and gestures, but so far she’s just been blatantly shrugging the sickly Third House twin off without a second thought.

“So, Harry-“

“It’s Nonagesimus to you, Third.”

“Right, so, anyways, I was wondering if you’d like to accompany to the garden later tonight. The stars, I hear, are especially beautiful over there.” (Batting eyes and flirty voice and all)

(Not even looking up from her book and already standing up and walking away) “I have no interest in astronomy, and likely never will grow an appreciation of mere distant gaseous heat spheres.”

The running gag to follow this us Ortus tryna explain to Harrow that Ianthe was tryna romance her and Harrow isn’t even disgusted, she’s more annoyed and dismissive at such a stupidly absurd notion like, “What are you talking about, Ortus? She was just seeking company on [insert blatantly romantic plans]. I believe that sappy Seventh cavalier has told you one too many romance poems.” Ortus eventually decides to just drop it, because there’s only so much he can do fer No Social Fucking Graces Harrow. There’s now a betting pool on when Harrow will take the hint. Coronabeth, who does what she wants and vibes with the ‘nerd gang’, bets that it’s soon for her own sister’s sake (she knows the immediate, scathing rejection will not deter her sister, but one can only hope). The Sixth and Fourth say probably never, Ortus, who has watched Griddlehark danced around each other their whole lives, is inclined to agree, and the Fifth say it’s not nice to bet on Harrow’s love life like this before promptly going, “Yeah no yeah this girl is WAY too in love with Gideon Nav to ever see any other romantic prospects.” Coronabeth holds her head in despair because every night she has to listen to Ianthe ramble about the obscene things she’d do to that, “sexy bone hag”.

So anyways, shenanigans ensue. Harrow becomes an even badder bitch while she simultaneously learns to become a trusted and trusting in returned friend, an adopted daughter to unconditionally loving parent figures, a weird little sister with a weird yet caring older brother, just! All these soft things she never really thought she could have. And maybe people become Lyctors in this AU or maybe not, I really haven’t thought this far. What I HAVE thought of, though, is Harrowhark ‘I can not conceive of a universe without you in it’ Nonagesmius leading a brazen charge to God’s souped up space station with her ragtag group of allies and found family members to get back her childhood nemesis/rival/love of her fucken life. It’s been several months without The One Shred of Color of The Ninth House by her side, and she’s ready to tear. Shit. UP.

There’s another betting pool amongst the people who joined the ride. The Second roll their eyes because they’re above such ‘childish games’ and at first are like, “No comment” but eventually chip in a one month time limit. The Sixth say two weeks and the Seventh agree that that’s a good time frame. The Fourth thinks that’s too long, prolly a few days at best. Coronabeth stays quiet because Ianthe is quietly seething in the seat next to her (she hates this Gonad Nav with a burning passion but wouldn’t pass up the chance to meet God), but internally our girlypop Corona is like nah, a few hours. The Fifth decide to go all in and say it’s instantaneous. Ortus is inclined to agree. Harrow is too focused on getting to the space station to even hear them.

When busting into the space station with her little group of House Leaders, Harrowhark is on a warring mad path demanding the return of the Ninth House’s dearest treasure Gideon Nav (no one dare comments on it, but they all share various looks ranging from ‘I know what you are’ness™️ to burning rage when Harrow yells ‘dearest treasure’). Hell hath no wrath like a codependent repressed lesbian, apparently.

Upon hearing all of the commotion and shoving Cohort guards aside to see what’s happening holy shit there’s FINALLY some action around here, Gideon ‘I’m not codependent yo I hope Harrow dies oh jk it’s been over 24 hours since I last saw her time to search though every wing of this giant mansion’ Nav becomes more desperate and absolutely bodies the hell outta everyone in her way when she hears that familiar shrill voice that’s been haunting the back of her head and forefront of her dreams fer the past few months.

“HARROW! HARROW- FUCK- HARROW OVER HERE!”

“GIDEON?!”

When their bodies finally collide after months upon months apart, two jagged pieces finally coming together again in a way where their rough edges could only slot together with each other, Harrow and Gideon totally have a messy as all hell make out session in the middle of God’s sacred space station.

Everyone promptly starts writing I owe yous to The Fifth and Ortus.

The Nine Houses being what they are, it wouldn't surprise me if the Cohort had their recruits' genetic profiles on file just as a matter of record.

So wouldn't it be fun if Gideon had escaped the Ninth, and two weeks later Harrow gets a missive from the Cohort saying that the new recruit has tripped a red flag in the genetic database. She has no definite matches for any relatives going back at least 300 years. Would the Reverend Mother or her appointed representative be so kind as to please confirm that Gideon Nav is a real person who is known to the Ninth House?

[silenttrxxs]

choi san x reader

something a little cute!

you had been feeling under the weather lately, the constant late nights trying to get the work done before the deadline. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration as you type the last letter. "baby..." you hear sung through the house as you hear the footsteps coming behind you. You felt his hands cover your shoulders, the warmth spreading across your arms and down your back. You felt the stress leaving your bones as his hands made light work of massaging your shoulders, leaning down to place some soft kisses to your neck. The warmth of his pure and undying love spreading through your veins. You felt the soft laugh leaving his body as you craned your neck to allow him more access to your neck, your hands reaching up to touch him. "lets get you away from this computer darling, I have a lovely day planned for us." he whispered into your ear helping you to stand up from the chair.

You smiled softly at him before turning and lifting your hands to caress his face. You looked at him, taking in his every feature. "so where are we going then my love" you asked softly, before turning around and rooting through your wardrobe pulling out something that would make you look less like you had been sitting in your bubble for the past 4 days.

You grabbed your favourite jeans and a cute top and stood back, getting changed, you looked around and laughed to yourself.

San smiled as he watched you getting ready, he grabbed his keys and slid his shoes on at the door.

"you ready baby?" he asked as he intertwined your hands together and lead you to the street below.

you giggled as he lead you towards his car parked up. "right first things first, lets treat you some food, you have been living on the worst thing ever. who even likes chicken noodles in a packet thats grossssss" he laughed. "hey dont diss the work monster, at least i managed to eat sir" you giggled.

"well you sit back and enjoy the ride it wont be long till we get there" He said connecting his phone and playing your favourite songs before starting up the car and making your way there.

You arrived outside, parking up and smiling as san walked around to open the door for you, offering his hand to you and helping you out of the car.

You smiled and gasped when you looked up realising he had reserved a table at the restaurant he took you too for your first date.

"sannie" you said choking a little at your words as tears welled up in your eyes. "hey hey hey dont cry baby, i just thought youd like to have a trip down memory lane" he said wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. "now come on lets get some good food and ill try not to make you cry more" he said leading you both into the restaurant.

You smiled as you took your seat and looked at san. Your mind was flooding with nothing but love for the man in front of you, you couldnt be more thankful that you happened to have stumbled upon him throughout your hectic and somewhat silly life. You prayed that the world would give you a break and allow you to experience this love for the rest of your life.

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✨My Dastardly Villain~✨

F!Hero Reader x M!Villain Yan OC Kai~

Part 4~

Part 1 here!

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MINORS DNI!

CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, non con touching/groping (not by ML), swearing(sorry i always forget to tag that) brief NON CON (not by ML)it’s grossssss), readers super name is Solar,

What the fuck!

What the shit!

What the fuck!

Kai asked you of all people to date him?? What was he thinking!?

He wasn’t.

You’re his worst enemy!

Not to mention if you found out that he knew and he wasn’t telling you—

No, not the time to care!

But…

He does.

He can’t help it, he already likes the person you are…

Not to mention your sexual chemistry together. His face heats up just thinking about your silhouette, the way your body moves as you walk, your gait, your skin… Everything is perfect about you.

How are you so infuriatingly contradicting.

You, who he never once thought of as an actual person, rather just a blockade between him and his goals.

He inspects a dreaded lock of hair absentmindedly, trying to distract himself from having to think any longer. He groans and gets up out of bed. “Fuck,” escapes him in a harsh puff of air from the depths of his soul.

He returns to his bedroom to find you up and getting dressed in a flurry of swift motions, halting half in pants and half out, to look at him guiltily when he enters.

“Planning to leave before i come back?” He chuckles with a devious smirk, not really meaning it.

“Ha ha. No, I have work… I got a call for something… Urgent.”

A twinge of jealousy rings through him, if he’s here, and it’s a sunday; so you don’t have cleanup duty, then what are you being paged for?

He crosses his arms and pouts without thinking.

“Hah! Kai, stop it! You’re so cute,” you close the distance to pinch his cheek lightly.

“I am not cute.” He says with his arms crossed.

You giggle to yourself on your way out.

Hero HQ~

A super girl you don’t recognize speed walks out of the commander’s office while crying, right as you enter… An omen of what to come, sure, but that poor girl, did she at least get an omen of her own?

As you stand somewhat awkwardly, practically pressed against the door, ready to bolt, he inspects you with precision.

“Solar, you know you don’t belong in D class, right?” he says in a low, slow voice.

“I don’t know that.” You fold your arms pouting. Why does it feel like he’s a parent talking to a petulant child.

“Come sit…” He pats his legs.

You go to plop into one of the chairs across from his desk, about halfway down, he stops you “Not there, Solar, you’re a smart girl, come.”

You freeze staring out the window behind him while starting to blank it out.

With tungsten weighted feet, you shakily step around the desk and sit on his leg.

He picks you up like a child under your arms and places you in the middle of his lap…

You feel sick when something hard pokes you from underneath.

His hand slides down your sides. then down your thighs. He feels you up for a while, all while you’re tuning him out. Your mind flits to Kai, his smile, his laugh, the way he plays with his hair all the time when he’s anxious.

Villain HQ~

“What’s wrong Sobek, darling?” The Madame asks him in a matronly tone, her arms full with a stack of antique tomes towering well over her crown.

She’s much shorter than Sobek, and more on the round side. Her well endowed chest fills out a dark red dress with a deep v, and a slit all the way up to her hip. Even shorter in stature and hidden behind books her presence is commanding.

“Nothing… Do you want help with those?” He asks, knowing the answer already.

“No thank you dear, if i was struggling i’d just use my powers hah!” She barks a laugh that somehow still sounds elegant coming from her.

Everyone is lax at this headquarters, supers with their feet up on their desks playing their nimtendos, the goofy madame, just ignoring all of them, and going straight to her office with enough books that she won’t read fully to last her a couple days. He sighs, this place is home.

He decides to join some of the supers gaming on a play terminal 5 hooked up to a projector. It’s in a room with three glass walls and a sunken floor with a sectional sofa and a few ottomans filling it.

*POP*

You shiver as you fall into a lap, saving you from—

You open your eyes hoping tot see Kai…

Youve fallen into Sobek’s lap.

You had been thinking about Kai…“Sobek? I was thinking about—” He slaps a hand over your mouth and that’s when realization for where you are hits everyone around you.

You’re too distracted by the fact that you teleported into Sobek’s lap while thinking about Kai, and have previously teleported into Kai’s lap focusing on Sobek…

“Is that a hero!?” A super in blue shouts.

How did you not see it? His body is exactly the same.

“HEY THERES A HERO!!!” Another one screeches.

They scramble off of the couch and some people walking by the windows see you, and swiftly pull an alarm switch on a wall nearby.

A blaring buzzer fills the atmosphere and pulses against your ear drums.

Your chest thrums violently with the noisy vibrations.

“Solar!? this is the villain HQ!” He hisses over the alarm!

“….” You’re frozen, staring into eyes that are hidden behind a mask.

“We have to get you out of here before the madame—” He’s cut off—

“Sobek!!!” A melodic voice rings out as if over an intercom, but you see the woman through the glass standing in front of the cubicles.

“RUN!” he shouts.

“Where? What!?” You aren’t prepared, your mind short circuits as it spins like a merry go round orbiting Kai and Sobek.

He throws your body over the sunken in couch at that point, “Just run!!!” And when your legs hit the ground they listen even while you’re still confused. You propel forward on them.

You see an elevator closing and sprint for that.

Even though Sobek is much faster than you, he ops to follow you close behind, protecting you from any bolts of power directed at you, hurling orbs of water to slow them down or stop them completely before they can touch you.

Other office workers are hiding under the desks as you pass by you see them pulling in their chairs to help hide themselves.

Kai suddenly overtakes you, tackling you down to the floor, and covering you with his body as a blast of something wizzes over your heads.

The elevator is still closing, all of this is happening in matters of second.

he’s the first to stand, jumping to his feet and taking your hand in his to pull you along.

You make it, just barely, he slaps his hand over the closing door and forces it back open, then he shoves you inside.

Without looking back he jumps in with you, and puts up a wall of turbulent water outside the elevator to protect you as the door closes far too slowly.

time feels like it slows with it.

You notice another man already inside, his eyes are wide as he glances between you both.

Kai smashes the ground floor button to go up, then spins to inspect you, his hands fly to your face tilting your head this way and that.

You snap out of it and smack his hands away from you. “What the fuck Kai!?”

He covers your mouth again, “Solar! once we are—”

You knock off his hand, “fuck no! You’re explaining yourself right now.”

The man looks between you two once more, when you meet his gaze he looks straight forward and sucks in his lips as if trying to pull himself physically out of here.

Kai lowers his voice to a whisper, “I knew it was you…”

Your heart drops. “You were messing with me?”

“No!! Solar! I… I like you.” He turns around suddenly and messes with his hair again.

You bite your lip, you don’t know what to think or say. You like Kai too… but Sobek? You can’t stand him. “I need some time.” you say with an empty voice. still trying to block out the world.

The elevator dings.

You walk out around Kai with your head down, and your heart clenching in your chest.

He watches you walk away, the same tightness in his.

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Fated by the Stars (12)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds/Injuries Traumatic Past, Violence, Swearing, and Mentions of Non-consensual Molesting.

Summary - Sang-Jun finds out you're taken will he stop pursuing you or what?

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Finally the heat had broken, I had worried the boys when my heat lasted longer than it should have. They took me to the hospital at one point because it hadn't broken. When the doctor had learned of my past with heats, he soon understood what the problem was. "So based on all the information I am aware of, her natural heat stopped becoming natural. Basically it stopped all together as her first pack alpha forced it to stay on track with his ruts. Since she had gone so long with out the medication I believe her body finally got back into the natural flow of things. It is probably just bad timing, like her heat might have already been about to come on. However she got spiked which sped things up, but her body is not used to the medication anymore. So her heat still came like it planned but that coincided with her forced one. She should break the heat within the week, since we don't know when her natural heat started it's hard to give an exact date." With that the boys brought me back home, their emotions more calm with an expert opinion behind them.

Once it finally broke, they found me crying in my nest. All of them rushing to find out what was wrong. I shook my head when they asked if I was hurt. But instead I told them, "I feel soooo grossssss, I'm so uncomfortable, please help me wash up?" I made grabby hands at them all, waiting for someone to take my offer and help me with my needs. They all chuckled in some way as Chan and Hyunjin stepped forward. "We will give you a nice bath pup, we were about to wash up anyways." Hyunjin said while carrying me. Chan told the others to clean up the rest of the house, Minho and Felix would start dinner. He would ask me before I left the room if they could take down and wash the nest. Which I nodded to with the exception that they must re-scent their specific blanket, or fur once cleaned. They all eagerly agreed and went off to do their specific task while Chan, Hyunjin and I went to wash up together.

Ever since then we have had great day after great day. Even when they had to be gone for work, all was okay, cause we were mated for life. I could feel their emotions and they could fell mine. We were more sensitive to each other, able to find each other quicker. All was good, I finally felt really love, experiencing how an omega should be treated. It was so fantastic.

Today, I was brought to the mall by Seungmin and Changbin. They had the day off and when I asked if I could go to the mall alone they threw a fuss. We came to the agreement that they would take me and wait in the car so if they get anything bad happen then they could get to me quickly. I agreed as long as they didn't look in any of the bags when I returned to the car. I wanted to make them all something nice as a token to our completed bonding. I just loved giving them things.

Walking in the mall, I could feel myself adorning a large smile as I walked through different craft stores buying all the items I would need to complete my project. As I moved on to the next store for more supplies. I happily walked along the hallway, seeing cute couples and family's with kids walking past me. I smiled thinking about one day having a bunch of pups of my own. I wished to birth a kid for each one of my mates, making them happy to each have their own offspring.

However I soon stopped as that acidic smell entered my senses, in front of me stood both Sang-jun and Sang-Hee. I felt my blood run cold, as my body instinctively went numb. It was always better to hide your emotion than suffer the consequences of having the wrong emotion at the wrong time.

I saw them both staring at my shoulders. I had worn a pretty off the shoulder top with a pair of jean shorts. I wanted to show off all my perfectly healed mating marks. I had learned through social media that these were most like trophies in the omegan world. So I wore the perfect outfit to feel cute and show off my bond to my pack.

Yet when these two saw the marks, they were filled with overwhelming anger. Both of them stalked up to me menacingly. It's then that I could feel the anger and fear of my mates, no doubt they could feel my emotions run cold. I'm sure when my emotions had gone numb to them as well they all freaked out. This was good however, as it meant Changbin and Seungmin were running in for me. I just had to hold my ground for a bit.

"So you decided to mate to those worthless alpha's bitch?" I growled back at Sang-Hee. "Say what you want about me but don't speak filth of my pack." Sang-Jun growled at me. However I stood proud knowing my alpha and beta were coming. "It's doesn't matter how hard they hold onto you Omega. We will get you back, even if we have to slaughter that whole pack just to retrieve what is rightfully mine." Sang-Hee looked at Sang-Jun. "Ours you mean." Sang-Jun nodded. "Whatever"

A few years before my escape, Sang-hee had taken a liking to me after experiencing how I would act and submit to Sang-Jun. Thus they promised to share me. Though it was easy to tell Sang-Jun wasn't 100% happy with the outcome. But he knew that it meant two chances for a perfect alpha pup from me.

My confidence began to drop as they were able to pin me to a wall, I was stuck. Fuck. Sangjun had his had wrapped tightly around my throat. Just above the mating marks so all I could feel was pain and loss of breath. "I promise you with my life omega. I WILL get your ass back in my home. I will break every last sliver of hope you have. I will fuck you into my perfect submissive omega that you used to be, and you will give birth to our pups. You WILL be mine, one way or another. just you fucking wait bitch."

With that he let go and they both walked away, when they turned the corner never to be seen again. That's when Changbin and Seungmin finally found me. They first noticed my tears, then noticed the slowly purpling bruise around my throat. it was obviously a hand print and they knew exactly what had happened. They just didn't know who. I wiped my tears as I let myself go numb, forgetting they stood there as I walked away.

I was no longer mentally aware, I went into full autopilot. The boys tried to reach me but soon realized why my bond went radio silent. They allowed me to finish buying my things, carrying my bags for me. Soon I was back in the car, sitting behind them as Changbin drove and Seungmin tried to calm me by rubbing my leg from the front passenger seat.

When we got back home, I could hear Seungmin on the phone. It sounded like group call as multiple voices came through the other end. He talked about me, they were probably all freaking out as my bond was numb. Nothing came from me, I had regressed to the same state I had back in my old pack. Changbin followed with half the bags. We both sat them down in my small art studio, it was a small room they had emptied out and renovated for me. Once they were sat ready to be emptied, I instead walked back out of the room. Changbin following as he shut the door for me. He silently followed as I made my way back to my room. He watched from the doorway as I crawled onto my bed and laid down staring at the ceiling.

I heard him sigh as he allowed me time alone, probably hoping I would come back from the headspace on my own. Yet that is not what happened. As everyone arrived home only two hours later, they opened my bedroom door to find me sat on the bay window. There was enough space for all of us. I sat in the middle, legs tucked up against me as my head and arms rested comfortable onto of my knees. I stared off out the window on tot he beautiful forest horizon. My room had one of the best views as I could watch the sunset.

I could hear them enter the room behind me and slowly come closer. Until finally a few of them sat down on either side, all of the Betas were sat around me. The alphas stood behind me, unsure of how to help their omega.

Hyunjin pulled me into his arms, carrying me to my bed. He laid back against the headboard, leaning me against him. He was hugging me to him from behind as Jisung laid down against my front. Seungmin and Felix each took a side, hugging me together in a puddle. When that barely worked, the alphas began to join them. Each one finding a spot to drown me in the huge cuddle puddle. The first one to speak was Chan, as an idea came to his head.

"Omega is safe now, Pack is here to protect omega." Each one of them felt and saw a small subtle change in me. Almost as if I was beginning to relax into their hold. So everyone began to say different things. Some told me how good of an omega I was for them. Some told me they were here to protect me from all evil. A few explained how they would rip apart anyone that tried to hurt me again. Finally my numbness faded, and I was hit with a rocketing wave of fear, pain, and sadness. I began to cry loudly as they all cooed and tried to hold me tighter. I began to receive kisses, and other wiped my eyes. Some massaged my stiff limbs. But what stood out the most prominent to them was how horse my voice sounded, this is when they knew who ever had choked me definitely damaged my throat.

This sent the alphas into a frenzy as I was ripped from he betas by Jeongin. Changbin sandwiching me against mjeoning for behind as they all asked who had hurt me. It took a moment but I was able to calm down enough to say his name. "s-Sang-jun." It hurt to speak, and that helped me calm down more as it took precedence in my mind. Growls erupted into the room as the boys could only imagine what he must have done or said to me for this kind of reaction to happen.

Yet when they calmed down, they decided it was better to let me experience all their love tonight. The questions could be saved for tomorrow, for now I needed to be reminded of how much they loved and adored me. This was not only for myself, but also them. Most if not all had felt like they failed me, especially the two who were with me. They scolded themselves for not being fast enough with finding me. Only showing up to the aftermath of the event. They would make to make it up to you. Some how.

Chan picked me out of Jeongins arms, handing me over to Hyunjin. He knew the lead beta was best at pampering me when it came to baths and such. "Give her the most pampered and calming bath you can. Then dress her for bed and bring her down for dinner. We want her as comfortable as possible for the night." When can looked around the room he said. "Everyone needs to take a sick day tomorrow. It's time to spoil her for the day again, to remind her she is safe with us." Everyone nodded at his words. The alphas all following him to ago help clean and set the table while also cooking my favorite for dinner.

The Betas all followed with me and Hyunijin into the main bathroom. This one was big enough for almost the whole pack to bath together. But that never really happened, it was usually just a group of us together.

Together they helped me undress, they undid my hair letting it flow down. Then they too all undressed themselves, Jisung was the first one ready and he began to set up the bath. Felix grabbed all our soaps, shampoos and conditioners. Hyunjin picked me up and placed me down into the warm bath with ease.

Then everyone joined us as bubbles surrounded all of us, jisung had made me a bubble bath. They were all trying their best to bring my mood back up. Trying to make me smile fully again. This made me happier, but I don't think I would fully smile again for a bit. I was still experiencing short memories of my past.

The abuse I had taken for years upon years, along with everything I seen done to others. It was beyond devastating. I could still almost feel the pain from everything, all the mental, emotional and physical pain I had experienced.

More tears began to cascade down my face as these memories flashed through my head. Seungmin noticed me first and instantly picked me up to sit in his lap. He held my face into his neck, filling my senses with the scent of him.

This act of his began to calm me down slowly, as my body began to relax he began to kiss along my neck. He kissed specifically his mate mark, giving both of us a sense of euphoria in that single moment. Soon I felt more kiss from the other boys as they each kissed their mate mark. This some how helped me to finally fully relax, the horrid memories fading from my mind.

Now I was being filled with short memories of each mate, moments that made me feel as euphoric as possible. Seconds later Felix began to wash my hair with shampoo. While Seungmin and Jisung washed my body. After that hyunjin had washed himself and took care of my hair for the conditioner. While the others began to wash themselves.

Once all cleaned up, they helped me get out and began to dry me off. Hyunjin helped wrap my hair up in the towel. Once I was dry enough they helped me out of the room and off my my room. They grabbed their own clothes along the way.

Once in my room, I was sat on the extra fluffy grey fur laying on my bed. I was now dry save for my hair which was wrapped up in a towel still. Seungmin sat beside me, rubbing a hand over my back in comforting way while we watched our mates search my closet for clothes.

However besides the underwear, anything else they brought me I was unwilling to wear. "What would you like to wear sweetheart?" Seungmin finally asked after 5 minutes of this. "I want alphas clothes, but I also want to have your scents on them too." I whined. I needed the constant scent of my pack to keep me sane. I didn't want to risk falling into that pit of mental darkness again.

So with that Hyunjin and Felix went to snatch some clothes. When they came back I watched them spilt the clothes amongst the four of them. Hyunjin held Chan's jacket while scenting one half of it so it smelled like both of them. Felix scented Changbins shorts, Jisung had Minho's t-shirt and Seungmin had Jeongin's fluffy socks. Once the items smelled like one alpha and one beta, they helped me dress up. Finally I felt comfortable surrounded by their scents.

With that I was picked up this time by Felix as they brought me into the dining room. I could smell the delicious scent of spicy lamb skewers, with all the most perfect side dishes. I could feel my mouth water at just the mere sight of it all. Around the table stood each of my alpha's. I squirmed in Felix's hold who sat me down confused and a little worried. I quickly pecked his cheek as I went around giving each pack mate a quick kiss.

Without words I wanted them to know that I loved them, that I trusted them. I needed them to know that I didn't care they weren't there at the moment. Because they were there right now and that's all that mattered to me. They wouldn't let me get hurt again so this was okay.

I could feel them slowly relax with my actions, their emotions becoming softer more Lovey-dovey.

I quickly sat down in my normal seat, mall the alphas were quick to sit as close to me as possible. This the Betas were more than okay with after having spent the last half hour together. Immediately to my sides were Chan and Minho, while Changbin and Jeongin were next to them. Chan picked up and passed my plate to Jeongin who sat next to him. Jeongin filled my plate with a few good looking skewers. Minho grabbed my sides plate and had Changbin start putting on a few sides. Once they had filled it up Chan and Minho got to add a few more things as well. Till finally they were satisfied and placed my plates back in front of me.

This I smiled at and began to enjoy my meal, it was easy to notice all the pairs of eyes on me. I sighed in content at the taste of food as they watched me eat, they made sure to keep eating as well. I waited however until I had finished and was full before speaking.

"I guess you all want to know what happened today?" My voice was more timid than I initially intended it to be. "You don't have to say anything if you're not ready to babygirl." Chan spoke first. The others readily agreeing with him.

I took a deep breath before beginning to tell them the whole story. All the way from the beginning so they would understand everything. From the agreement with Seungmin and Changbin about my shopping spree, to the moment they found me in the mall. I stopped there to allow them a moment to take it all in before continuing.

"When I was found I had fully regressed into the instinctual mindset I had back in my old pack. Where it was better to have no emotions than the wrong one at the wrong time. I haven't experienced something like that since leaving that place, but something today just set me back into that headspace. When that happens, if it ever happens again, I never talk unless told to. It will be hard to bring me up from it especially if I regress really far. The days were I would regress way to far, I actually would remember little to nothing about that day." looking around I could angry and sad faces.

In the silence I decided to crawl into Minho's lap, burying my face into his neck as I just breathed in his scent. I felt him hug me tightly as he breathed in mine too. He was first to speak, reassuring me of everything. "We will never let that bastard of a man get to you sweetheart. No matter what it takes you will be ours. We are mated for life, nothing will tear us apart. We love you too much for us to let you feel pain like this again." I heard agreement around the table as Changbin spoke next. "Seungmin and I will see to it that you get the best of the best bodyguards anytime we go out where there is a possibility he may be." Seungmin nodded to me. Then he spoke as well. "If you would like we can also teach you self defense or get you some self defense weapons." I nodded to him saying I would think about the offer.

Soon everyone was calming down, having talked everything out and understanding what had just taken place was good for us. So with my belly full and my mood back to it usual tranquil happiness. I got up dragging the two lead alpha's along. "Movie night with pack cuddles please." I spoke loudly. With that I heard everyone get up and begin cleaning the table off. While the two I had dragged behind me just laughed to themselves.

Chan picked me up seconds later, as he and Minho pecked my cheeks. This earned them a giggle as I returned the kiss to each of them before we finally descended into the pack nest room. I would set up the nest with the freshly scented blankets, furs and even pillows. The other two were to get a movie picked out and then help me finish the nest, before the rest of the pack would join and a soft fluffy movie night full of love and cuddles began.

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[urproblematicfav-ao3]

Sorta briefly lost focus on my preacher's daughter au(its thematically similar to this new idea) but how do we feel about radioapple/charcifer fic where Alastor notices that Lucifer definitely has WEIRD vibes around Charlie and tries to joke around that he wants to fuck his daughter but Luci gets REAL fucking defensive about it and is extremely weirdly adamant that he doesn't peep on her or do anything weird. So Alastor, because he is evil and insane, offers to use his deal with Charlie to knock her ass out so Luci can fuck her without consequences and Al gets a favor from him instead. And then like, freak shit happens. Also Luci is grossssss

Literally the only 2 radioapple fics I've managed to come up with other than the gender switch one, is just Luci and Alastor both wanting to fuck Charlie and not remotely caring about each other

Also definitely would be using some scrapped radiobelle fic stuff in this

[shadowqueenjude]

I am sending you this because it won't let me go, I'm not getting rest and I get the ick every time I think about it.

Helion probably doesn't know that Lucien is his son. But Helion is a bisexual mess who hits on everyone that's not sitting in a tree on the count of three.

Lucien is the trademark heartthrob of Prythian. Everybody simps for Lucien. Not everyone admits it, but they all do, I just know it.

What if Helion, not knowing Lulu is his son, tried to get him into his bed in the past?

STOPPPPPPPPPP😭😭😭😭😭

Helion hasn’t simped for Lucien or Elain out of any of the characters in the series which is highly deliberate in my opinion because they’re both EXTREMELY hot. I mean wouldn’t Helion simp for Elain normally? She’s the most beautiful of the sisters and he already simped for Nesta. Maybe it’s because he knows she’s mated but still…that didn’t stop Nesta from sleeping around. Lucien and Elain are THAT couple and they haven’t even accepted the bond yet. I’m hoping Helion just looks at both of them and is like, “They are very pretty, hmmm, but they look like my son and daughter, no not into that.”

Also a little off topic but SJM was dumb in HOFAS. She made Bryce look at Rhys and think he’s her brother for a sec then also have her call him beautiful in HOFAS. Yeahhhhh…your brother is beautiful. Grossssss. Not everyone has to find your man hot, SJM.💀