#i figured it's gonnae be long enough already without me running my mouth about it lol

[cornley-amateur-drama-society]

Cornley as Classic Christmas Songs

NB: I am counting “Classic” as up to 1965

Annie: “I'll Be Home For Christmas”

Released in 1943 by Bing Crosby, the song was written from the perspective of a WWII soldier who was overseas thinking about his family back home, and wishing he could be with them for the holiday.

Other famous artist who have covered the song include Johnny Mathis, Elvis Presley, and Josh Groban.

Chris: “Please Come Home For Christmas”

Originally written and recorded in 1960, it hit the Billboard Top 100 in '61; made popular by The Eagles in '78

I am linking The Eagles version because I do think it's the most iconic, personally, and it's one of my favorite Christmas songs.

Dennis: “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas”

Written in 1943, Judy Garland sang it in 1944 for Meet Me in St. Louis.

Frank Sinatra covered the song in 1948 with the original lyrics, and then again in 1957 with more upbeat lyrics — the second version, I would argue, is the better-known.

Jonathan: “Here Comes Santa Claus”

The song was recorded (and partially written by) Gene Autry after being inspired by his riding a horse in the Santa Claus Lane Parade, now called the Hollywood Christmas Parade.

The song has been covered by so many artists, including Bing Crosby, Elvis Presley, and the Andrews Sisters.

Lucy: “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree”

Written and recorded in 1958, Brenda Lee was only thirteen-years-old at the time, though her voice does sound much older.

It's not a favorite of mine, but it has that youthful quality that I associate Lucy with.

Max: “Let It Snow”

Written in July of 1945, despite not mentioning any specific holiday, the song has become associated with Christmas due to its winter theme.

The two most popular versions of this classic are by Frank Sinatra (recorded in 1950) and by Dean Martin (recorded in 1959). I've linked the Sinatra version because of the big band element to it.

Robert: “Baby, It's Cold Outside”

Originally written in 1944 by Frank Loesser to sing at parties with his wife Lynn Garland, it wasn't until 1949 that the song was a widespread hit, featuring in the film Neptune's Daughter.

The song was written during a time when it was seen as improper for a single woman to stay over at a bachelor's overnight. The call and response style is a way of him expressing his fears about the weather, and her going, “Well, looks like I'm here for the night! ~~Oh, no~~ ;)”.

Sandra: “The Christmas Song”

Originally written in 1945 by Robert Wells and Mel Tormé, the song was recorded by the Nat King Cole trio the next year.

In 1961, the U.S. Library of Congress selected the song to preserved for being “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant”.

Trevor: “I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm”

Written in 1937 during the big band era of jazz, the song was covered in 1959 with the same sort of big band style by Dean Martin, which is my favorite version.

The song has also been covered by people like Frank Sinatra, Billie Holiday, and Bette Midler among others.

Vanessa: “White Christmas”

Originally written sometime in the early-1940's by Irving Berlin, the orignial Bing Crosby version is the most popular one of the tune.

The song was written for the Christmas movie Holiday Inn (1942) starring Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Ménage à trois | Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher

Summary: A typical movie night at Stu's turns into a ménage à trois

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral (m receiving), non protected p + v (this is the 90s), anal, any incoherence are part of the world of Scream...just enjoy the smut that took way too long to write

Request: Threesome with billy and Stu plsss There's barely any fics for them

I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while, but I couldn’t find characters that fit (i tried so many!). This is my first Billy fic and it’s sort of exciting since I’ve been crushing hard on him (well, Skeet Ulrich) since forever. Although I like his character, I am not into Stu, so that was challenging for me to include him in the scene. I hope it's good enough!

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The best thing about Stu’s house was that his parents were often out of town because of their job, making it the perfect spot for hosting huge parties without having to worry about parents coming home and ending the fun. It was also perfect for private parties.

Stu brought out a stack of VHS from the blockbuster while you made popcorn in the kitchen, getting ready for the horror movie marathon. Billy was out getting beer and other snacks, needing your sweets with the popcorn.

The kernels were almost finished popping and you felt someone press against your back, pulling you flush against them. The familiar cologne filled your nose and you leaned into Billy’s presence. He pressed his lips on your neck, distracting you from your popcorn duty.

‘’Stop, I’m gonna burn the popcorn,’’ you told him, trying to push him off you but Billy was not letting you go. ‘’Did you get the blue—’’

‘’— lollipop with the sour dip powder? Yes,’’ he confirmed. ‘’I also got a candy necklace and a roll of sweetarts.’’ Billy pulled them out of his jacket’s pocket and your mouth twisted into a smile.

After the popcorn was ready, you brought it to the living room and joined Billy and Stu who were already drinking beer and talking nonsense.

At least they had not started the movie without you.

‘’What are we watching first?’’ you asked, taking a seat on the couch.

Stu offered you a beer in exchange for a handful of popcorn. ‘’The Exorcist.’’

Although considered the scariest movie ever made, you wouldn’t say it’s scary. It was definitely iconic for the horror genre. Some scenes were a bit shocking and disturbing, but it didn’t keep you up at night.

‘’I’m gonna stuff you like that later,’’ Billy whispered beside you as the ‘best parts’, according to him, were not edited out.

The scene was in no way turning you on — that would be disgusting —, but his promise and the sultry rasp in his voice so close to your ear made your core tighten. You bit back a sound as he squeezed your thigh, a wave of arousal running through your body.

‘’What are you kids whispering about?’’ Stu asked, sticking his head in your and Billy’s personal space.

Billy shot a glare at his friend.

‘’Oh!’’ Stu smirked, figuring his line of thoughts. ‘’If you want to fuck, feel free to use my bed. Last door on the left.’’

The offer was tempting, but Billy declined the offer quickly.

‘’So your perverted ass can listen and jerk off while we fuck?’’ He shook his head, knowing his best friend a little too well. ’’Not happening.’’

Stu gasped dramatically. ‘’I would never do that!’’ Billy gave him a ‘I know you’ look, and he sighed. ‘’Okay, maybe I would, but that’s your fault for not letting me join.’’

A wicked idea crossed your mind. ‘’And what if we did? Let you join, that is.’’

The taller one’s brain short-circuited. ‘’W-what? You want me to join?’’

You shrugged, not seeing an issue. Him and Billy have been close friends for years and you’ve always secretly wanted to do it with another partner. This was your chance.

‘’If you’re in.’’ You looked at Stu, then Billy, needing both their approval. Although you were the one getting to experience them both, you didn’t want to force anyone into doing something they didn’t want.

‘’If I’m in?’’ Stu repeated. A grin spread on his face, excitement shining in his eyes. ‘’Babydoll, I’ve been dying to tap it.’’ He ghosted a hand on your other thigh, getting very close to your crotch.

It was no secret that Stu had his eyes on you — even while he was dating Tatum. You had caught him shamelessly staring at your breasts a handful of times. But you were his best friend’s girl, so he would never make a move on you…unless he was given the permission to.

‘’Don’t get too excited, she’s still mine,’’ Billy was quick to remind Stu, pushing him back on his side of the couch.

After making eye contact with Billy and silently agreeing to the plan, you detached yourself from your boyfriend and joined Stu, taking him by surprise when you crashed your mouth on his. The kiss didn’t match the perfect mix of tenderness and intensity of Billy’s kisses, but it wasn't less enjoyable. He expertly hooks his hands under your knees and drags you on to his lap, swallowing the gasp you let out into his mouth, lips never leaving each other. You subconsciously pressed yourself further into Stu as his hands ventured up the sides of your thighs, guiding you on his lap.

You didn’t mean to drag the kiss for too long, not wanting to give Stu all your attention, but you started feeling his cock stiffen beneath his jeans and took it as your cue to pull back.

He groaned in protest. ‘’It was starting to get good…’’

‘’We have all night, there’s no rush,’’ you told him, crawling back to Billy and kissing him in turn.

Unlike with Stu, everything was easy with Billy. You knew what he liked and how to get him going, and vice versa. You slipped your hands under his shirt, your palms covering the soft planes of his stomach and chest while his tongue caressed yours, causing you to let little moans and sighs slip into his lips.

Stu watched excitedly, feeling his cock twitch underneath his jeans. He never thought he would be so turned on by watching his friends make out.

You tugged at Billy’s shirt, trying to pull it off. He broke the kiss and you helped him discard it, crashing your lips back on his right after.

For a moment, you almost forgot that someone else was there, watching and waiting. You blindly reached behind you to wave Stu over. He scooted toward you and nipped at exactly the right spot on your neck while you started to rock your hips against Billy, feeling his cock press at your core even under his jeans and underwear. His hands moved to your hips, following your moves and eliciting a beautiful groan from him.

The temperature was quickly rising in the living room, so you undid the buttons and peeled it off, revealing your delicate bra. A mewl escaped Stu’s lips at the sight, dying to unclasp your bra and see those tits he's been dreaming about. He reached for it, but before he could, Billy smirked and undid the clasp with one hand, letting your bra slide off your shoulders and breasts.

‘’How does it feel to live your dream?’’ you teased your friend, turning to give him a better view.

His eyes zeroed-in right on your full breasts, glistening like a kid getting the toy he wanted on Christmas morning. Without saying anything, Stu cupped them, slender fingers kneading into your tits and thumbs rubbing your nipples into hard peaks. You threw your head back as the contact sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.

While you and Stu were having a moment, Billy loomed behind you and started working on the button of your pants as he attached his lips to your neck, suckling on one spot and leaving a hickey behind. Your head rolled back on his shoulder, your soft moans evolving into a choked cry when Billy’s finger found your clit. He grinned against your neck, his erection digging into your ass.

Screams came from the TV, but you paid it no attention — no one was listening anymore —, pressing into Billy as he continued rubbing his finger over your clit and causing more slick to pool in your panties. They’re gonna be fucking soaked by the time you take them off.

‘’Give Stu some pleasure, baby. He looks left out,’’ Billy said into your ear.

You nodded and reached down for the growing bulge in Stu's pants, grasping at the firm mass beneath the fabric, forcing a whimper to escape Stu's lips as he finally felt some form of stimulation.

‘’Ah, fuck,’’ Stu breathed out.

Before taking things a step farther, the three of you moved to Stu’s bedroom. Stu led the way, eager to get the 'party' started and get his dick wet. You and Billy followed behind, a laugh bubbling out of your lips when he scooped you by your thighs and threw you on his shoulder.

When your ass touched the bed, you grabbed Stu by the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hard, swollen cock. It was more lean and lighter in color, but with a nice mushroom tip. You stroked it up and down before playing with the tip, a glint of mischief in your eyes as you watched it glisten with a bead of pre-cum.

‘’Mmh, keep doing that, babydoll.’’

Billy snuck behind his friend, a knowing smirk on his lips. ‘’Wait until she’s got her mouth around you.’’

He glanced down at you and you got the hint, getting off the bed and on your knees as the tall boy quickly pushed his clothes down to his ankles, then shrugged off his sweater seeing as it was getting in the way. The sight alone made Stu slightly dizzy. It wasn’t every day that your friend brags about how excellent his girlfriend is at giving blowjobs and lets you try.

You grabbed him and kitten-licked at the leaky slit of his cock, licking up all the pre-cum that dribbled out and sighing as the taste of him landed on your tastebuds. Stu hissed, getting pleasure from the small attention to his sensitive tip.

Now that Billy had bragged about your skills, you didn't want to make him come off as a liar. You needed to give Stu a blowjob worth remembering.

You moved to lick a broad stripe on the underside of his cock, lips wrapping around the tip before taking him inside your mouth. Your hands flew to Stu’s hips to steady yourself as you took him deeper into your mouth, your warm mouth enveloping him, causing Stu to groan and slid a hand through your hair, keeping a grip at the back of your scalp.

On the left, Billy palmed himself over his jeans, the sight of his girl on her knees making him even harder. He rid himself of his jeans and boxers, wrapping his hand around his cock to stroke himself — and relieve himself — while he watched Stu’s cock disappear past your lips slowly. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, making Billy wish it was his in your pretty mouth.

‘’What a little slut. Sucking your boyfriend’s friend's dick right in front of him,’’ Stu said, pushing you deeper on his cock and making your eyes water.

You took it all, letting him use you until his breathing fastened, getting close to cum. Your knees were starting to hurt on the wooden floor, but you didn’t stop and sucked Stu so hard he knew it was only a matter of time before your lips were covered in his come.

Once he did, you swallowed and released Stu’s cock with an audible pop, moving back with a sly grin, a string of saliva connected from your lips to his cock.

‘’Holy fucking shit!’’ he exclaimed as he released his grip from your hair and took a few moments to collect himself.

You glanced over at Billy, looking so pretty in his naked glory, and wiped your mouth.

‘’That’s my good girl,’’ he praised with pride in his eyes.

The corner of your mouth lifted up.

Billy pulled you up and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, catching the little bit of cum and you wrapped your mouth around it, sucking it clean. ‘’Get undressed, babe.’’

You didn’t have much clothes left on, just your pants, panties and socks.

Then, you got on the bed and pulled Billy with you. His mouth magnetically found yours and you spread your legs to give him room to get closer. He rubbed two fingers along your folds and his cock twitched as they got wet with your arousal.

‘’Mmh, that sweet little pussy’s so wet,’’ Billy said against your lips, sliding two fingers inside and making you instantly moan. His fingers knew exactly where to go and what to do.

Your hands came up his shoulders, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.

You felt the bed dip and Stu flopped on the bed, already getting hard again and wrapping his hand around his cock to stroke himself at the sight of you getting fingered. He couldn’t wait to be inside your tight wet pussy.

‘’Have you figured out who’s going where?’’ Stu asked, keeping his pace slow and steady.

Billy nodded, answering in your place as you grinded down against his fingers. He curled them, eliciting a series of mewls from you. ‘’You got any lube in here?’’ BIlly said over his shoulder.

Stu scrunched his face in mild disgust. ‘’Eh…no. Why the fuck would I have lube?’’

‘’For—’’

You forced yourself to hold your next moan. ‘’It’s okay,’’ you cut in. ‘’You…you’re good to go. I prepped before coming here.’’

Billy groaned, the thought of you prepping yourself making his dick twitch.

You had not planned for Stu to join, but you did plan ahead for a good night of sex with your boyfriend — including for anal. You didn’t do it very often due to the preparation it needed, but you liked it from time to time.

‘’I knew you wouldn’t have any on hand and I was not gonna let you stick it raw and risk ripping tissue. My ass is gonna be sore enough in the morning, I don’t want to sit on a bag of frozen peas like the first time,’’ you explained.

Stu looked between you and Billy. ‘’She’s let you in her backdoor?’’ he asked his friend, jealousy in his eyes. ‘’Tatum never lets me.’’

Billy grinned at you. ‘’Fuck, I love you.’’ He kissed you hard.

Stu situated himself on the bed, getting ready for you, and you climbed over his lap, facing him. You took hold of his dick and tapped the head of his cock over your clit to tease him, then down your folds, coating it with your slick.

Stu lowered his eyes to where your genitals were rubbing, cursing at the sight. ‘’Mmh, rub your sweet pussy on me.’’

You did it again and he smacked right over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

‘’Cut the teasing and get to it, will you?’’ Billy told the two of you.

He didn’t want to rush you, but he was the only one who didn’t get any preliminary care and he was starting to get impatient.

You nodded and lined Stu up at your entrance, secretly eager to know what it felt like inside you. You lowered yourself on his hard cock, swallowing him between your soaked folds.

Stu was unable to contain the groan crawling from the pit of his stomach as you finally bottomed out. ‘’God, you’re so tight,’’ he whispered. He felt every detail of you, from the way you clenched to your lower lips and your puffy bud just peeking from under its hood. A mischievous grin curled on his lips and he reached to rubbed your clit, making you moan and causing your walls to clench around Stu absentmindedly. ‘’Ahh, fuck.’’

Billy chuckled, knowing exactly what happened.

He came and positioned himself behind you. ‘’You good?’’

You nodded, rolling your hips and slowly riding Stu's length.

With a hand on your shoulder, Billy gently leaned you forward, getting you in a better position. He spat on his fingers and stroked himself a little, pre-cum mixing in, and lined it up with your ass, carefully slipping in and easing himself inside. It stung at first, making you curse Billy's girth.

‘’Fuck, you’re tight,’’ Billy gritted out.

He didn’t move, staying still as your body adjusted and then pushing more in. After a moment, the burning subsided, making its way into pleasure.

Billy gave the first thrust and sighed, feeling you tight around him. ‘’This is even better than last time.’’

Beneath you, Stu figured it was okay to do the same and thrust up, eliciting a soft moan from your mouth at the simultaneous sensations. You had never felt more full.

‘’How does that feel, babydoll?’’ Stu asked, watching your face twist with pleasure.

‘’Feels so fucking good. So fucking full.’’ You rocked back against Billy, signaling for him to go again.

He did and soon enough, Stu was snapping his hips up and ramming into you at fast speed while Billy grabbed firmly at your hips and drilled into you, your loud moans echoing through the four walls of the bedroom. Your body was in overload, every sense heightened, every feeling magnified.

‘’Fuck, right there!’’ you cried, throwing your head back as Billy smacked your ass cheek.

‘’You take our cocks so well,’’ Billy praised, seeing both himself and Stu slip in and out of your holes, eliciting a series of mewls from you. ‘’Looking so fucking good stuffed like that.’’

Unable to form words, you just moaned.

You would have wanted the intense pleasure to never stop, but all good things had an end. You gave the boys a warning that you were about to cum and, just as you were about to conclude, your walls clenched around Stu and he spilled inside you, joining you in your orgasm, cumming all over his cock as Billy continued his assault on your ass before following shortly.

You fell against Stu’s chest, completely and utterly exhausted. A wince of discomfort stretched across your lips when Billy pulled out. He smiled as he watched his cum slip out of you and dripped down to where Stu's softening cock was still inside you.

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[lunaekalenda]

paternal figure

warnings: fem!reader, melusines call neuvillette "dad" (idk anymore what i'm doing), reader is referred as "partner" and some petnames by neuvi, purely selfish tbh.

The melusines think Neuvillette is the perfect dad. He cares for all of them, it's kind, soft and plays with them on his days off. He always pays visits and brings gifts to all of them, forgetting none, even the ones that already work in different points of Fontaine. The melusines love him as much as he loves them, that's why he's nervous when you both walk towards the little cave where they live. What if you don't like them? If they don't like you? If you get scared? If they get scared? Although they're kind by nature, he's afraid they have bad experience with humans and they reflect it towards you.

"Where are we going?" you ask again, smiling towards the man that walks in front of you, with a hand tangled on yours. He stops walking before taking air and your other hand, shiny eyes directly on yours. He's taking you there by surprise because he, the Iudex, the implacable man that looks for justice on Fontaine, was nervous as hell to tell you. It's such an important moment for him, to let you meet his family. After all, that's the best word to describe the bond that connects him, they'r their only parental figure, and all the little creatures that live a couple steps ahead.

"We're.... meeting my family today." He clears his throat, and you can't hide your surprise. Today? You didn't choose an special outfit or brought any gifts. You're about to scold your man when he keeps going. "They're a ton, and they're curious. They'll ask a ton of questions and the littlest ones will want to play with you all day long." he murmurs, taking his gaze to the entrance of the cave, too afraid to look at you. "Please, be patient with them, as much as you were with me." You catch his words easily, because he was a man that showed no feelings. It was hard at first, to get over the façade of confidence and seriousness to meet the warmest heart you could ever think of. "I'm sure they'll like you as much as I do"

Any scold words you had break down when he looks again at you. Sincerity, nervousness and a tony bit of anxiety mix on his eyes, the ones that never show anything more than confidence and love. You smile widely at him, excited by meeting his family, but afraid you won't be enough. Getting on your tip toes, you kiss his jaw before speaking.

"I really wanna meet them, Neuv. I'm sure they're amazing." he smiles sweetly, releasing one of your hands before walking again with the other still caged on his. "They are." he whispers, more for himself than for you.

You have only put a step inside the cave before you listen to tiny and quick steps. In front of you, a lot of little creatures run towards your man before hugging his legs. Their puffy hands and their little horns buried on his coat. You stay behind him smiling, looking at how all the little creatures surround him lovingly, without even noticing anything more than him. He kneels and they speak all at once.

"Can I show you my latest paint?"

"I baked cookies, do you want some?"

"Are you gonna play a little with us?"

"Can I remake your ponytail?"

He takes his gaze back to you, as he takes a second of silence to let all the melusines get his attention on him. He takes air.

"I wanna introduce someone to you." He says. Their tails move quickly, you wonder if excitedly or nervously, as Neuvillette stands up and walks towards you, taking your hand on his again and making you walk in between all the creatures. The closer you are, the more beautiful you think they are. Their big eyes scan you from head to toes, curious, and Neuvillette presses your waist softly, indicating you to crouch near them. You can hear his tiny voices speaking between them. "She's so pretty." "She seems so kind." "She looks like a princess." "Her smile is beautiful." You can only hear good words from their mouths, all of them still looking at you with adoration, when Neuvillette kneels near you. "She's my partner. Please, treat her kindly, although you always do." One of the melusines takes a couple steps ahead, smiling sweetly towards you. "Welcome to our village! Are you gonna stay to have dinner with dad?" you look back at Neuvillette, who nods with a smile, and you accept the invitation with a wide enthusiasm. The melusine takes your hand. "Come with me, I can cook something more if you don't like it." She takes you around the village, when other melusine follows. "Later can you come to my home? I can show you my coral collection!" Another one pops from behind her. "I also have marine makeup, I'm sure you would love to try it!"

The melusines take you home by home, showing you all types of things and curiosities, sharing everything they have with you and, although they're a tiny village, you feel so loved and accepted by everyone that you feel as if it was the most special place of all Teyvat. Sèdenne takes you back to her home, where the dinner will be hosted, and there you find Neuvillette, sitting on a near chair as a couple melusines take his hair on the characteristic low ponytail he has. He smiles widely when you arrive back, and once he's sure they're done, he stands up to meet you on the corridor. "How was it?" he whispers, softly, taking your chin on his hands. You smile towards him before he takes your lips on his, making all the melusians take their gazes away and blush. "It was amazing." You whisper back, and it's true. The melusines made you feel at home. "Should we take a seat?"

Sitting by his side on the table, with his hand on your thigh and the memory of his lips still on yours, all the melusines sit on the rest, while some of them chat with Neuvillette, excited and happy to be able to share their days with their favorite person in the world.

His smile while he listens shows how much he cares for all of them and the gesture alone makes you fall in love way more with him. With his softness, his respect, his love towards them. You could get used to this.

Once the dinner is done and you help them clean, Neuvillette takes your waist, as a signal to leave. Some of the melusines yawn, but they don't want to stop talking with both of you yet. Neuvillette hugs every single one of them, and they run towards your arms right after. "Don't leave, please" "At you coming with him every day?" "Please, visit us more!" were some of the words shared with you. When you left, the tiny melusines share how happy their dad looks and how perfect you seem as the mom role they'll always missed.

[darlingsfandom]

ok this might be the BIGGEST ass kink ever and it’s okay if you aren’t comfortable writing it. how about ddlg with cillian where he forces her to grind her little cunt against his ass cheeks to get her off 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

You are dirty! I love you ✨ always come to me for these things

TW: ddlg, ass play, rimming! Not proofread.

“Daddy!” You came running into the bedroom until you came to a halt. Cillian was laying in bed with your pink teddy bear with a look on his face.

“Lookin for sumthin sweetheart?” He held the bear out for you to grab but quickly pulled it back making you pout. “Now I know this is your favorite but I couldn’t figure out why until I took a closer look… would you like to explain to daddy where your little bear here has a wet spot by its nose and smells just like yer cunt hmm?” He pursed his lips together as you stood nervously chewing your lip.

“I…” you stumbled your words because nothing was wanting to come out.

“Ya what sweetheart? Use your little teddy bear to get yerself off hmm?” Cillian tossed the bear onto the bed before he stood up and grabbed your wrist, pulled you close and looked into your eyes. “Ya wanna act like a dirty slut, yer gonna do just dat fer me got it!”

You quickly nodded as he undid his pants. His cock was begging to be let out of his boxers. You went to pull down his boxers but he slapped your hand away. “Greedy girl!”

Cillian pulled down his boxers a soft sigh falling out of his mouth when his cock was freed. He watched how you drooled over it even though you’ve seen it many times before. He let out a laugh at how pathetic you looked watching his cock. He circled you like a shark before he grabbed your skirt and yanked it down only to follow it up by ripping your panties. A shiver ran over your spine as the cool air hit your wet cunt. “And yer already so wet? Fucking slut.” He gripped your face in his hands making you look him in the eyes. “Since ya love being a dirty slut, yer gonna rub dat pretty cunt against my ass!”

Your eyes went wide. Did he really just say that? You blinked rapidly before nodding along. Cillian kissed you hard but not long enough for you to really feel it. After he was comfortable on his stomach he motioned for you to come over. You walked nervously over to him, climbed onto the bed and sat on your knees .

“How do I do it daddy?” You spoke softly as your fingers ran across his cheek.

“Ya really dat dumb sweetheart? Yer gonna rub yer pretty little cunt against my ass like ya would my thigh!” He snapped in a way that made you tingle.

You took a deep breath before swinging your leg over his and lowered yourself against his ass cheek. It was different than what you thought mostly because you’ve never thought about it. He was patient with you because it was your first time but it didn’t last long. He looked back over his shoulder to see you looking confused with sad eyes.

“Daddy, am I just supposed to rub myself ?” You asked quietly toying with your fingers. Cillian huffed.

“Dats exactly wut yer supposed to do, now please do it ! Before I have to spank you.” Cillian watched as you balanced yourself and began to rub your folds against his ass cheek. “Good girl.”

You placed your hand on his back for balance before you moved your hips faster feeling the slick leak out onto his ass made you feel dirty but in a good way. The way he was groaning below you encouraged you to keep going since he was enjoying it. Cillian loved how it felt to have your juices leaking onto him. The way your mouth hung open to moan, the way you looked fucked without even having his cock in you, it was a beautiful sight to behold and he was lucky to witness it.

“Daddy, this is making me tingle!”

“Good! That’s because yer my obedient little slut. I know wuts best fer ya!” He reached behind to spank your thigh which made you jump so he could take a quick glance at the wet spot that had doubled in size the longer you rubbed yourself out.

“What if I squirt daddy??” You whined feeling your orgasm build up.

“Then ya squirt on my ass! Are ya dat dumb now huh? Is being an obedient slut making you dat dumb?”

“I’m daddy dumb slut!” A smile appeared on your face which made him smile back at you before he seen that familiar face appearing. He knew you were close. The way your eyebrows furrowed together, how your nails were digging into his lower back, how your mouth was hanging.

“Cum for me ! Now !” He snapped at you and that’s all it took. Your body jolted up and with the angle you were at you soaked his ass, hip and watched as some dripped towards his hole as your squirt gushed out of you with a loud cry rippling from your throat. “Good girl! Now clean your mess.” You huffed before leaning down to run your tongue against his ass cheek. Cillian reached behind to grab your head and helped guided you across. You’re not sure what came over you but you found yourself on your knee behind him licking his ass cheeks until you reached his hole and that’s when the shock took over you! You felt that tingle between your legs as you found your self licking at his hole like it was your favorite meal.

“Oh baby! Dats a good girl yeah!” Cillian laid his head into the pillow as you ate his hole. You were spreading his ass cheeks while burying your face as deep as you could to get your tongue into it to make him feel good. Cillian used his hand to reach down and stroke his cock fast since his own orgasm was on the edge. Feeling your tongue eating his ass was driving him made. “Fucking dirty slut eating her daddy’s ass!” He pushed your face deeper inbetween his cheeks making you go breathless until he let go to which you pulled away to gasp for air and spit against the puckering hole.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Cillian sat up quickly and pushed you down so he could cum on your face and did he ever! By the time he was done cumming you looked like you had just been in a gang bang with how much cum he had built up. You licked your lips with a giant smile on your face as he panted above you.

“Ya did such a good job baby, let’s get ya cleaned up yeah?” Cillian helped you onto your feet and walked with you to the bathroom where the two of you took a warm loving shower to make sure you knew that he still cared about you.

[camilyscove]

LONG AWAITED . POPE HEYWARD ꩜

trope : best friends to lovers

genre : fluff , a little angst .

summary : you and pope are best friends, however when he finally expresses his feelings for you, you’re ready to be more than that.

YOU COULD NEVER GET OVER just how much you really needed pope in your life.

you couldn't count with your fingers how many times he had been there for you, gotten in trouble with his dad because he always ran off with you rather than doing his chores. and you loved him for that.

when you two were kids, you guys were the ultimate duo. you were outside, running around on the playground until you got into a heated argument with some other kid. it ended with you pushing them down the slide, causing the tears to flow and one of the teachers making you sit inside.

you huffed and complained as the teacher told you that the rest of your recess time would be spent in the isolated library. you rolled your eyes when she turned her back, putting up your pinky-finger at her while sticking out your tongue.

you, being a bright extrovert that never knew when to shut her mouth, couldn't help but notice the only other person in the empty library without speaking to him. he was peering at you from above his book, curious and a little surprised.

your eyes widened, and you quickly slid down into the seat next to him. "don't tell her I did that. I'm already in big trouble," you whispered into his ear. he moved away, a weird look on his face.

"you do know that the whole 'chinese middle finger' hoax, isn't real, right?"

your face was blank. "huh?"

"putting up your pinky finger isn't an alternative for the middle finger."

"does that mean you're gonna snitch?" you questioned, squinting at him. he sighed, shaking his head.

"thanks. I hate that teacher. she's always on my cheeks."

"your.. cheeks?"

"it's an alt— alter—“

"alternative?"

"yeah, that, for," you leaned in closer, glancing around to make sure nobody else was there, and even though there wasn’t, you lowered your voice, “ass."

pope stared at you. he had never heard anyone— especially a girl— say that, except his dad, and that was a one-time thing. you giggled, a mischievous smile on your lit-up face.

"anywayyyyy," you said in a sing-song voice, "whatcha' doin' in here?"

"reading and studying."

"why?"

he knitted his eyebrows together, tilting his head to the side a bit. "because i have a pop-quiz."

"i thought pop quiz means you don't know about it."

"yeah, it does."

"then how come you know?"

"because I'm smart. duh," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. you scoffed, "I'm smart, too. and I didn't know about it."

pope gave you a nasty look before going back to his book. you sighed, spinning his pen between your fingers and observing the library you were in. it had that dewey smell of old books, and the ceiling was high. you could see the playground from the tall windows, and you longed to be out there, joining games of telephone and freeze-tag. however you had no ounce of self-control, at least not enough to take some random kid’s bullshit.

you figured this boy went to library everyday during recess, considering you had never seen him on the black-top, in the fields playing dodge-ball, or on the playground. and that's what every normal kid did.

"hey," you mumbled, poking his arm with the pen. he hummed softly, paying no attention to you. you spoke up, anyway. "are you an alien?"

his eyes slowly trailed up your face before they landed on your own. he didn't respond, instead just staring at you as if you were the weirdest, most stupid person he had ever came in contact with.

"what's your name, alien?"

"pope. and I'm not an alien."

"that 'kinda sounds like an alien name, pope."

"it's really not."

after a short moment of silence, you smiled.

"hey, you're actually pretty cool. I'm not 'tryna be mean. just curious. I've never seen you outside with everyone else, but if you ever do, you can always play with me."

he didn't answer, instead deciding to turn away from you, but nobody could miss the faint smile that played on his lips.

pope chose to ignore you for the next twenty-five minutes of recess, tuning out your constant rambling about literally anything that popped up on your mind. even though he barely paid attention to what you were saying, he quickly learned that you truly had no filter. but he liked it. so for the next week, you had purposely gotten in trouble to talk to him in the library, your smile becoming the highlight of his day. (even though he'd never admit that.)

you started waving at him in the hallways, inviting him to sit next to you at lunch with your friends. you even began to read a book he was, just so you guys could be ‘twinsies.'

and soon enough, he was welcomed into the friend group that consisted of jj maybank, kiara carrera, and john b routeledge.

and now, you were sitting on the hammock outside of the château, pope right next to you. your head was buried in the crook of his neck, and he softly played with your hair.

the sunset was gorgeous. you and pope spent the day boating and swimming, watching tv and eating snacks on the couch of your home before going back to the château. all the pogues were there; john b and jj and kie and sarah. they were drinking out of beer-bottles and laughing while they got high on some weed jj stole. while you’d usually join them, you wanted to just relax in the arms of your best friend.

it felt perfect, the gentle touch of pope’s fingertips brushing against your hair, while you breathed in his scent of sea-salt and faded cologne.

“hey, y/n?” pope said, his voice soft. you opened your eyes, humming in reply, to show you were listening.

“remember when i told you about me and kie?”

you nodded. he was talking about how he kissed kie.

it hurt, when you he told you.

you remember how all the hope you had of possibly becoming more than just best friends with pope had all but vanished. his words felt like being punched in the gut. the rejection stung, you became bitter. you began to wonder if anyone would ever see you more than just a friend.

it hit you then, when he told you in the dead of night that he kissed kie, that you didn’t just like pope. you didn’t just have a small crush on him. you were in love with pope. you’d defend him when he wasn’t around, you would laugh with him and go through crazy shit with him. the features of his face were carved into your mind, impossible to forget. when you made him smile or laugh, you felt proud. you were making him happy, not kie. not any other girl.

you.

so why couldn’t he choose you?

because he was your best friend. and he saw you as just that.

it might’ve been a greedy thought, but you just wanted more.

“i don’t like her that way.”

you blinked, shifting underneath his arm to look up at him. you tried to meet his eyes, but he was clearly avoiding eye-contact. you figured he was lying.

“oh,” you replied, and you hoped the uncertainty in your voice didn’t show.

it was quiet for a moment, and you tried not to let it bother you.

“i don’t think i ever liked her that way.”

his words hung in the air, and you couldn’t help but not believe him. you sighed softly, biting down on your bottom lip, trying not to remind him of how he’d get that look on his face when he saw kie; like he was in an unbreakable trance.

“you know, that, right, y/n?” he asked, his voice barely audible. there was a slight tremble in his voice, and you feared it was your fault,

“yes, pope.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“okay, well, i’m not buying it. are you seriously telling me that the whole ‘i’m in love with kie’ thing wasn’t real? that you never liked her?”

“yes? i was just.. i always thought no girl would want to be with me. so kie was different. i never—“

“okay, pope. i believe you, alright?” you scoffed, sitting up in the hammock.

pope stared at you. “you’re my best friend—“

“yeah, no shit—“

“can you just listen, y/n?” you shut up, trying your hardest not to get up and join the rest of the pogues. that beer and weed were looking real good right about then.

“i was always scared to tell you. afraid that it would ruin our friendship and you’d never wanna be around me anymore. but i like you. no— scratch that, y/n. i fucking love you. i always have. but you’re just.. too good for me. too pretty and too cool and too— everything. you’d never choose me. i knew that.”

“pope..” you whispered, but he quickly shook his head.

“no. let me talk. if im going to do this, then let me talk.”

you nodded a little, your heartbeat going one hundred miles per hour. he loved you.

he really did.

“i thought that maybe if i got with kie, then you’d realize i could be more than just your best friend, that i could do anything a good boyfriend would. but then she dropped me. and i was scared that you would think it was because i wasn’t good enough. but i want you to know that kie is my best friend. you.. you’re like, the love of my life. it’s corny but—“

“just shut up,” you said suddenly.

you pulled him in, slinging your arm around his neck as you came in contact with his lips. they were softer than you expected, and your lips moved together in sync passionately.

you couldn’t believe this was finally happening. after years and years of dreaming of this one moment, it finally came to you.

when you pulled away, pope tried to chase your lips, but you placed a hand on his lips with a laugh. “geez, eager much?”

pope rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around you, embracing you as tight as he could.

“i love you, y/n. i love you so much,” he whispered into you ear, his head laying on yours. the corners of your plump lips from kissing pope curved up in a sweet smile.

“i love you, too, pope.”

and when you finally pulled away from the hug, you couldn’t help but admire the eyes of the boy who had been yours from the start.

[moon7jay]

i have big boobs and i just feel like heeseung a boob guy ( just feeding into my delusions ) like he’s OBSESSED with tits he constantly needs to be sucking, touching, looking or even fucking tits. if he isn’t able to do any of those things he becomes a whiny mess:( begging you to let him do something to your gorgeous big tits i also lowkey feel like he like to show his partner off so he would make them wear something that shows there boobs off letting everyone know that there his.

i might have went insane…….. can i be ⚫️anon?

Yes ofc ⚫ anon, here u go!

MINORS DNI

Let me tell u that hee IS definitely a boob guy, I just feel like he would go cross eyed if you wore anything with a deep neckline around him, just straight up drooling. It's like his thoughts are limited when your tits are in his line of vision- suck or fuck.

And don't get me wrong, not only in a sexual manner, he would also be obsessed with your boobs in a literal manner, hands always under your top, just squeezing on them, like a form of stress relief.

He had a bad day? Best believe he's gonna be nuzzling his face In those titties, arms around your waist while he rants to u about his day. There's not a better place to die to him than in between your tits.

But he's also a horny man and you are a carefree girl just prancing around your apartment without a bra on, not noticing how your boyfriend's eyes are laser focused on them beauties, his mind not registering a single word jake is telling him on the phone, quickly hanging up on him to rush to your side. Caging you against the kitchen counter, hands already kneading your boobs, dick rock hard and throbbing in his sweats as he tells you how bad he needs u to give him a titty fuck.

You know how needy he gets for you and u always use it to your advantage, getting him to do things which he won't do in normal situations

"Will u let me tie u up? " U ask him, smiling triumphantly at the way his eyes track the necklace with his initial sitting so prettily between your cleavage it makes him groan out loud

"Anything, do anything with me darling"

And u do. Tying him up and edging him till he's a whiny mess, just rubbing your tits against his dick, giving him enough friction to make him leak precum but not enough to cum.

You run his swollen cockhead on your pebbled nipples and then take your own nipple into your mouth, just moaning around it, all the while maintaining eye contact with his desperate lust blown eyes

"U wish u could do that huh baby?" u giggle as he nods vigorously

"u have no fucking idea"

When tears start falling from his eyes with how good his cock feels being fucked by your plush tits, you finally decide to give him much needed relief and squeeze your tits tighter, lubricating your cleavage with your saliva, making it extra wet and messy for him.

And when u lick his cum off of your chest with your fingers after he busts a nut on you, he swears he sees heaven. The initial of his name around your neck covered in his cum makes him feel like a caveman.

Possessiveness wise too, he acts like a caveman tho. Will never control what u wear but if u decide to flaunt your curves and cleavage while y'all are out, u bet that heeseung's territorial hand around your waist ain't going nowhere the entire night. His 6 feet long figure hovering over you, feeling proud that u are his, never afraid to show you off but eyeing down every eye that rests more than a few seconds on u.

You definitely are in good hands. Your boobs too.

[reashot]

Jaune Phone Call with Papa Arc.

Team JNPR Dorm Room.

Jaune: I'm gonna fail this assignment because my dad won't open up.

Ren: Me and Nora going to fail because our parents were killed because of a Grimm attack.

Pyrrha: Wow I didn't knew that Ren. I'm sorry to hear that. And are you doing Nora's homework?

Nora: Fo'sho. What? You expect me to do my own homework? Please think even less of me.

Ren: Look Jaune, back on topic. A lot of people feel more comfortable talking about personal things when it's not face-to-face.

Nora: Maybe you should try calling your dad.

Jaune: I guess it's worth a shot...

*ring* 🎶

Mistralian Restaurant.

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: H-hey dad. What'chu up to?

Papa Arc: Eating lunch. I just needed a break from work you know. Lately I've been thinking about all the people I've had to kill...

God. The first, five, ten times you take a life it's eerie you remember every detail. I can see all their faces. One had a beard. Each time I pulled the trigger I tied a little knot in my memory no amount of whiskey could loosen...

Nora: *Scoots away from the phone call*

Papa Arc: Of course eventually I stopped caring. Now I can put a bullet through a man's head while figuring out how much VFC to pick up on my way home. It's usually no more than a bucket.

Pyrrha: 😱

Papa Arc: The sick part is I've come to love it. Snuffing out lives. I crave it. I feel like an angel of death, the messenger of eternal darkness, a merciless demon with an unquenchable... Oh! They just put more orange chicken on the Buffett gotta run. *phone ended.

Nora: *Hiding under the bed*

JPR: *Stunned in place*

Back in the Dorm Room

Jaune: I can't turn this in. It's all about my dad killing people.

*someone enters into the room*

Yang: What is this about killing people?

Pyrrha: Hey Yang, it's nothing we're trying to finish our assignment.

Weiss: I already finished mine ages ago. What took you guys so long?

Ren: We're trying to get Jaune's dad to talk about what happened during his time, but so far he's being "uncooperative"...

Blake: How is he being "uncooperative?"

Nora: *shivering* You don't want to know....

Ruby: Oh, maybe I can help you with your dad? 🙂

Jaune: *rub Ruby's head* It's okay Ruby. It's my assignment after all. You don't have to do anything to help me.

Ruby: *purr* 😸 (Oh yeah, that's the stuff... Run my head like you own me. 😚)

Ren: Call your dad again and get him to talk about something else.

*ring* 🎶

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: Hey dad.

Papa Arc: Son, glad you called. I was kind of bumming thinking about your mom.

Jaune: W-what, why?

Yang: (Isn't she the hot one?)

Papa Arc: *sigh* I feel like our lovemaking has lost all its intimacy. We're not attuned to each other's love energy, we're just slamming away...

Jaune: Dad! I'm here with the girls on speakerphone.

Blake: (Don't interrupt him! 😾)

Papa Arc: Hey girls! So, Lovemaking sure can turn into sex without you even noticing it. And why not sex with your mom feels great!

*Team RWBY starts circling in to listen closely.*

Papa Arc: It's easy to think, maybe there is love and then there's the performer in me always trying to get your mom turned on.

Weiss: (Scandalous...)

Papa Arc: I pull her hair, choke her lightly or not so lightly.

Ruby: (I wish Jaune will do that to me one day.🥵)

Jaune: Dad! When you were my age. What was the cost of a loaf of bread.

Papa Arc: The focus becomes how hot she gets. How many times I can make her shudder with pleasure.

RWBY: *giggling*

Jaune: Allright this is enough... *gets tackled to the ground*

Ruby: Don't, disturb your dad! 😠 *gag Jaune's mouth*

Jaune: *muffled scream*

Yang: Dad. What do mom boobs look like?

Papa Arc: I'll tell you Yang they're perfect. Creamy, twins with faint blue veins running over them like cooling streams I can wash my face in it...

Yang: Oh that's hot.... *starts rubbing herself.*

Blake: Hmmph! You never get this hot when you're with me...

Yang: Really? Maybe I should change that then... *long sensual kiss*

So how do you like it my kitty cat?

Blake: ... It's a start. *return kiss*

Ren: Shouldn't we stop this?

Nora: What! No I say we join in and turned it into an orgy.

Ren: Wait, what? *gets mounted by Nora*

Papa Arc: Of course it still wasn't enough for the both of us...

Ruby: So Jaune... Now that everyone are enjoying themselves. Maybe you want to do it with me too? 😊

Jaune: Ruby I...

Pyrrha: You can't! b-because Jaune is mine... *kiss Jaune*

Ruby: *gasp* (How could Pyrrha NTR Jaune away from me? He's mine I saw him first!😫)

Papa Arc: ... And even then we still weren't satisfied. It got so bad your mom decided to bring another woman into our bed to spice things up, as she puts it. Oh, the looks on your mother's face as I plow the other woman in front of her. Turns out your mom likes to look.

Ruby: (Could that be the solution. Me, Jaune and Pyrrha? I mean I do find the both of them to be extremely hot... Ah, who am I kidding. YOLO.) Pyrrha. Can you let me join with you and Jaune? 😇

Pyrrha: Well since you ask nicely...

Jaune: Wait, what do you mean by that? Pyrrha, Ruby why are the two of you looking at me like that??! No, no, no, stay away!!!

Weiss:

(No one wants to be with me 😢)

Papa Arc: And that's why Jaune you probably have another half-sibling running around right now... Oh, you having an Orgy in there? Don't let me stop you, son. But do remember to use protection. Unless you want to have an unexpected surprise like me. But seriously use a condom or I will castrate you... Oops. Gotta go Jaune. My egg fooyong is finally here.

Beacon Academy.

Cardin: ... That's why my Dad walked out of his Dad's funeral & I will walk out of my dad's funeral!

Peter: Great presentation Cardin. Now Jaune you're up. Show me your report on your father.

Jaune: I-I'm sorry, Professor Port but my dad wasn't really willing to answer the questions.

Peter: Nonsense young man. I give you an entire week. What were you even doing all those time?

Ruby: More like what haven't we been doing? 🤭

Pyrrha: *giggle* Stop it Ruby, you going to get us into trouble.

Ruby: I can't help it Pyr. So. Same thing tonight? 😉

Pyrrha: Most definitely, we're not going to let Jaune get any sleep tonight. If you know what I mean.

Peter: Why if I don't know any better, I think you are trying to get out of this assignment?

Jaune: Okay. Is that what you think? Okay professor Port here we go.

*Walks up to the front of the class*

Jaune: *click* Hey dad, I'm calling in front of my history class. So who was the councilman when you were a kid?

Papa Arc: Oh, I don't know but I guess I think about killing myself pretty frequently. And why not. What so great about living? You know when I'm happy? For about five seconds when I first wake up. Before I remember who I am and what my life is about. Anxiety, disappointment, diarrhea more often than not. I don't know if there's an afterlife. But who cares. Nothingness couldn't be worse than my meaningless March through my empty days.

Jaune: You see professor Port... Professor Port?

Peter: He's right, it's pointless, Salem will kill us all... Life Dismissed. *jumps through the window*

Nora: I guess class is over?

[ellethespaceunicorn]

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Title: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out 

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: Syverson x Female!Reader 

Word Count: 951

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU. 

Warnings: apocalypse AU, accidental pregnancy, language

A/N: A submission for @the-slumberparty BINGO challenge. My bingo squares include beach day, family friend, accidental pregnancy, and apocalypse. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.  

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics 

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me 

My Masterlist  

As you sit just past where the water rushes on the beach, you can feel the mist of the water on your face. Sea salt is in the air, and you relish the smell. You can remember coming to the coast with your family as a child. 

Of course, that was before the world decided to end. Before you had to change your entire way of life in the blink of an eye.  

Now, moments like this are but a distant memory. Your shoes are off. Your toes are buried in the sand. Saliferous wind from the ocean is blowing through your hair. Next to you is a duffel bag full of essentials, at least what you could grab on short notice.  

Escaping the compound turns out to be a bit trickier than you had hoped. But with a close friend at the guard station, you sneak by and out of the gates without a second glance. You make it out of town before dawn, watching the sun rise over the water. 

By now, you know that your superior officer will be conducting roll calls and noticing your absence. You did not care enough to go back, but you wish your brain would stop letting you worry about what was going through their brains. 

‘Is she alive?’ For now, yes. 

‘Did she go alone?’ Technically, no. 

The distant sound of tires on gravel does not surprise you. Neither does the noise of the rusty truck door opening and closing. The softness of sand being kicked up by big boots creeps up to the side of you. You do not have to look up to know who is next to you, but you do anyway. 

The dusty old camouflage pants with thigh holster and sweaty brown plain t-shirt gave him away in an instant, but your eyes continue higher. His unruly beard covers his irked expression, his mouth set to one side as he chews his inner cheek. You’ve known him long enough that he chews his cheek whenever he gets upset. 

He looks down into your eyes and you watch as they wander across your form. 

“Your brothers are worried sick about ya. I told ‘em I would come to look for ya,” He sits down in the sand next to you, “Runnin’ ain’t gonna fix our little problem.” 

“Our problem, Sy? First, it is not our problem. Second, it is not a problem. It is a baby. And this baby wasn’t exactly planned, I understand that. But I don’t expect you to do anything. We can get by on our own.” Your voice breaks and you hate that your eyes are blurry with unshed tears. 

“I wasn’t callin’ the baby a problem. And if ya think I’m lettin’ ya raise this little hellion on yer own, yer outta yer damn mind. Now, yer brothers are my best friends in this whole damn world. And yes, they’d kill my ass if they knew I got you pregnant. But they’d resurrect me and kill me again if they knew I’d let ya off on yer own. Shit, I’d kill my ass too.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat, but it does nothing to stop the fat tears that escape when you blink your eyes. The shuddering breath you take is enough to have Sy scooting closer to you and bringing you into his arms. 

“Don’t cry, Sweetness. We’ll figure this out. Together,” He kisses your forehead and snakes a hand down to your stomach, “Let’s give ‘em a chance, alright? Make a better world for ‘em and all that nonsense. I can’t fathom losing both of ya, let alone either of ya.” 

“We should have been more careful—” 

“Well, we weren’t bein’ careful. And now, we got a kid on the way. So what? Every time we face a little trouble, you gonna run?” He wipes away your tears, looking into your eyes again. 

“I’m really scared, Sy. What are we going to do?” The tremble in your voice has Sy holding you tight. 

“Well, to start, we tell yer brothers about the baby. Then, whaddya say we go over to the doctor, have everything looked at? Make sure he’s growing fine and everything.” 

You laugh, not able to hold your amusement. “He? You already know it’s going to be a boy?” 

“Well, ya know my folks had five boys. Yer parents had two before they had ya. Odds are it’s gonna be a boy, Sweetness.” 

“I’m a little shocked. What changed your mind about everything? You were not this verbal when I told you yesterday.”  

He bites his lip, looking out at the sea before answering. “I guess I was too scared to admit how I felt about ya. And then, outta nowhere, you give me the best gift in the world, and I didn’t know how to handle it,” He takes a shaky breath, then continues, “I’m sorry I waited ‘til now to say it, Sweetness. I love ya. I love ya, so damn much. And nothing would make me happier than to raise this little one with ya.” 

You climb into Sy’s lap, holding his face in your hands, and resting your forehead against his. “I love you too, Sy.” You lean in and slot your mouth against his. You allow him to take the lead as his hand tangles in your hair. 

Pulling back, you smile at each other. Nothing needs to be said. You turn in Sy’s lap and watch as the waves crash in and out. You have each other and you have this baby. With a love that burns bright like yours, neither Hell nor high water would be able to snuff it out. 

A/N: Title taken from There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths. It seemed perfect for this story. 

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[sugatrapp]

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Pairings: Carmen Berzatto x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You wanted to take a picture with Carmy, but he didn’t take it seriously. You threatened to post the failed pictures on Instagram, but then he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse.

Warnings: NSFW / Sexual Themes ~ Spanking ~ Food Play ~ Non-specified gender or genitalia of reader ~ just an overall playful and goofy mood with a little spice

A/N: It’s my birthday today, but I figured why should I be the only one to enjoy today? Well, you’ll probably enjoy it more than me since I have classes 🙃 but still hope you like the story!

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Ko-Fi

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Being around Carmen felt as natural as breathing. From the moment you met, you knew right away there was no one else you’d rather give your heart to. He made you laugh even when he wasn’t trying, he remembered the most minuscule details about you and what you liked, and he was always there when you needed him. You could never bother me. ‘M only a call or text away, he’d remind you for the fortieth time after you admitted to not wanting to add to his stress from work. No one could ever dream of asking for a better boyfriend.

Except whenever you tried to take pictures with him.

It had been ten minutes since you asked him to take a picture with you for your socials. Saving memories was your second favorite part of making them, so it was inevitable that you’d ask him. But he was in an especially playful mood that day. The smile he flashed at the camera was overly wide and a bit creepy if you looked long enough. With a pout, you shoved him away while he laughed.

“You’re such a jag off.”

He held a hand over his mouth to calm himself down to no avail. “Hey, I smiled didn’t I?”

“Like a serial killer.”

He shrugged and kissed your forehead as an apology. As you scrolled through the handful of failed images, a lightbulb flicked on over your head.

“I don’t even care, I’m still gonna post them.”

“No you’re not.”

When he saw the blank expression on your face, he reached for the phone only for you to hold it out of his grasp. You both made eye contact. A glint he knew all too well flashed behind your eyes. A glint that meant you were going to be a bratty pain in the ass. He reacted a second too slow as your form dodged his arms and took off running up the stairs. He rushed after you, but you had already shut and locked yourself in the bedroom. He banged on the door.

“Babe open the door! You better not post those.”

“Or what Carmen?” You asked, putting emphasis on his name.

“I’ll sue.”

You chuckled. “Guess I’ll be seeing you in court then.”

He sighed, running his fingers through his curls while pacing. What to do, what to do? After a moment, an idea popped into his mind and he smirked. He made sure to get nice and close to the area of the door where he knew you were standing.

“I’ll spank you.”

There was dead silence for a while before you spoke in a breathless whisper.

“Promise?”

He hummed in agreement. “Just give me your phone and you can have what’s behind door number one.”

“What’s the catch?”

You knew him too well.

“You take however many I feel you deserve—“ you made a sound of protest, “but I’ll sweeten the deal with some waffles.”

You thought over his proposal, but the throbbing between your legs had already decided. The lock clicked and the door swung open. You huffed as you handed over your phone. He deleted all but one of the photos, using it to set your wallpaper to his creepy smile before pocketing the phone. You’d see his surprise later.

You were bouncing your leg the entire time he was preparing the waffles. Carmy was awfully heavy handed when it came to punishments. Just a few weeks ago when he caught your hand between your legs without permission, you thought he was in a good mood helping you find your release. But then he kept going and going until you were too sore and sensitive to handle him even breathing on your skin.

A shiver ran up your spine as the steaming stack of waffles was placed on the island in front of you. While you were zoned out, he had dressed them up with whipped cream and berries, topping it off with buttermilk syrup. You were definitely not going to be able to sit down properly for a while.

“You wanna eat ‘em now or take ‘em with you?”

“With me,” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t worry babe, I won’t go easy on you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You frowned as he chuckled, giving you one last nicety of a kiss at your temple before he got down to business.

“Bedroom in three. Don’t be late.”

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He was sitting at the edge of the bed when you entered. Beside him was a can of whipped cream. He patted his leg with a smirk on his face.

You took a deep breath before walking over, carefully lying across his lap with your waffles. You had sliced them into smaller pieces downstairs to make it easier. He wasted no time, hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them off. You flinched as he gave you a light playful swat, laughing.

“I haven’t done anything yet, baby, relax.”

Easy for him to say. You knew he was lulling you into a false sense of security as he caressed your bare bottom, but you couldn’t help but melt, taking a bite of the waffles. It was heavenly, all fluffy and sweet, bright flavors exploding in your—

Smack!

You yelped as his hand came down hard on your right cheek.

“Count,” he demanded.

“O-One chef.”

“Good.”

Another on the right. Two chef. Three chef. Four. It wasn’t until eight when he switched to the left. It was because the right cheek was slightly smaller than the other. You were insecure about it at first, but he made sure to give it equal attention in any other case. But in this case, it didn’t help.

Tears streamed down your face at eleven, shoving more waffle in your mouth to mask your noises. His hand left your hot skin for a moment and you braced for another hit only to be met with a cold spray of whipped cream. He smeared the cream over your sore bottom, bending over to lick it off.

You mewled, forcing yourself to remain still as he tongued you down, open mouth kisses getting awful close to your desperate core. Of course he pretended not to notice, avoiding it like the plague yet gripping your inner thigh mere inches away.

“Carmy,” you moaned.

His hum vibrated over your skin.

“Please…”

Smack! You had fallen for it again.

“Was trying t’ give you a break but if you insist.”

You gritted your teeth, stopping yourself from rolling your eyes. Another five hits later and the whipped cream was back. You sighed and pushed back into his roaming hand.

“Taste so good baby,” he moaned.

You stabbed another piece of waffle with your fork, twisting a bit to offer it to him. He closed his mouth around it, expression blissful as he took in the flavors. He plucked a strawberry from the plate, dipping it into the whipped cream still on your ass. You squirmed in place, beyond turned on and uncomfortable at being in the same position for so long.

Smack!

“You gonna be good or am I gonna have to add another one?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ll be good for you.” Then you sweetened the deal with wide, albeit watery, puppy eyes.

He took another fruit from the plate and popped it in his mouth. “Still got two more.”

You whined, on the verge of kicking your legs in protest until another smack halted you in your tracks.

“Three more.”

You bit your tongue and nodded. Eventually twenty-two rolled around and you sighed in relief. Your waffles were all gone, a few pieces of fruit left behind. You hissed as he ran his hands over your sore cheeks, no doubt bruised.

“Did so well for me baby. I think you deserve a little treat.”

Your eyes lit up. “You mean the waffles weren’t it?”

“I mean, if you don’t want it—“

“No!” You sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking the side of his face. “I want it.”

He stood up, hands falling to the button of his jeans. You watched with hungry eyes as his pants and boxers fell to his ankles, revealing his engorged cock. The tip was an angry red, a bead of precum just begging to be licked off. As if it wasn’t enough, he sprayed a strip of whipped cream down the length.

“Think you can handle it?” He teased, slowly stroking himself and smearing the cream.

“Oh I know I can Berzatto.”

“Then c’mere and show me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

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impossible; tetsuro kuroo 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

episode 2 ! fault lines

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The classroom was quiet. Quiet aside from the sound of her ballpoint pen rolling out some pitch black ink on the paper of her notebook, and the tranquil hum of the chilly breeze, tiptoeing from the slightly opened window and tickling her senses.

She was focused–too focused to notice that three out of the four people whom she invited were running behind the meeting time as the other person, Akaashi, was waiting for her to notice his presence.

“you seem like you’re about to find out what the root of negative one is,” spoke up akaashi, approaching the desk she was sat on. his voice startled her, causing her to jump a little and drop her pen. “jesus christ you scared me” she put a hand on her chest as she let out a sigh of relief. “and it’s impossible to find the root of negative one” she added, mocking his earlier sentence. “I know,” he replied with a chuckle, leaning down to pick her pen and setting it on the table. “when did you get here? And where is ko?” she asked, referring to bokuto who always accompanied akaashi, as if the both of them were twins conjoined by the hip. “actually, we’ve both been here since 2 because we joined nekoma for a bit of practice. I left a bit earlier to grab some snacks and reminded them that we’re supposed to meet at 4 but I think they’re too caught up in practice so im not sure when—” he said, setting a bag of snacks on the desk as per bokuto’s request from yesterday. and as if he’s onto some sort of sorcery, their three figures walked into the classroom. “Hey y/n! it’s been ages since—” bokuto began, approaching her for a hug. “absolutely not, your sweaty figure will not be touching me!” she cut him off, pushing her chair back a bit. “you’re so mean to me,” “you’re late you deserve it—and speaking of late, care to explain why the three of you are late?” she narrowed her eyes at the three of them, well, avoiding eye contact with kuroo for already established reasons.

Ironically enough, kuroo was the one to open his mouth.

“oops—so sorry. We totally weren’t practicing for the volleyball event your majesty is planning” he retorted with crossed arms in front of his toned chest, causing kenma to audibly sigh as this was a sign for the beginning of a long argument.

His figure leaned casually against the desk, just close enough to be infuriating. And though she despised him with every ounce of her being, she couldn’t deny—much to her own dismay—that there was something irritatingly magnetic about the way he carried himself.

Before she could open her mouth to respond, kenma beat her to it.

 “are we gonna get this over and done with before chairs end up being thrown across the room or is that gonna be hard?” he asked, pulling out a random chair and sitting on it. “you should ask—”

“I think the question is posed to you, because as far as I remember, the one who threw the chair was—” “can you not”

And just like that, the bickering spiraled into a heated back-and-forth. Kuroo’s smug grin only fueled her irritation as their words collided, the volume in the room slowly rising. 

Meanwhile, Kenma and Akaashi exchanged a long, knowing look—equal parts exhausted and unimpressed.

“Enough,” Bokuto finally interrupted, his voice cutting through the tension like a sharp whistle.

“I really want this meeting to finish without losing anyone’s life and before the Yakiniku restaurant down the street closes,” he added, causing everyone to deadpan. “you really do have a big back, ko” she jokingly stated as she placed her notebook in front of everyone, wanting to start the meeting. “Y/N!”

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“okay before we move on to distributing the roles, is everyone happy with the tasks we’ve come up with?” she asked, her eyes making contact with everyone. kenma and kaashi were discussing something about the food stalls, kuroo had a smug smirk on his face and bokuto was sat , practically hugging the back of his chair as his chin rested on it. “you mean the tasks you came up with,” spoke up kuroo, that smug smirk only getting bigger. “thanks for establishing this groundbreaking, flabbergasting news, Kuroo. Have you got anything in mind or do you just like commenting for the sake of annoying me?” she mocked, sarcasm dripping from her words. “I actually do, but it’s not my problem that I can’t even speak about what I have in mind because your inferiority complex comes out every fucking time I speak to you” smirked kuroo, oblivious to how those words slapped her in the face. and suddenly, the room fell silent. No more murmurs were heard, only the sound of her heart palpitating like a maniac inside her chest could be heard in her ears. the pen she was previously holding felt too heavy now, the classroom’s floor looked like it was ready to swallow her alive, and for reasons she cannot comprehend, a fuzzy ball appeared in hear throat that she struggled to push down, but eventually did. “excuse me? What—what inferiority complex are you talking about, have you—” and before she could even complete her sentence, he cut her off. she hated how he knew her—knew how to get on her nerves every single time. “no—don’t even begin. Have you seen yourself, trying so hard to not fall below anyone, to be better than everyone in every way possible as if you’re compensating for whatever the hell you’re insecure about. Stop bossing people around, ask for opinions, y/n. the world does not revolve around, or else I’m scared that you’ll end up alone on your death bed,” he breathed, he breathed words that were similar to needles, puncturing holes inside of her heart. He was so oblivious—so oblivious to how right he was, to her, he hit everything right on the spot; yet so oblivious to how he just hurt her.

Because despite all these years of rivalry, no word from his infuriatingly sharp tongue had ever truly struck her—until this very moment. For the first time, his words cut deeper than she thought possible, leaving her feeling exposed, as though the walls around her were closing in, trapping her in a relentless cycle of suffocating doubt and raw vulnerability.

“Is that what you think of me?” Her voice wavered, startlingly soft and brittle, like glass on the verge of shattering. “That I’m a petty, stuck-up girl who’s also a control freak?”

Kuroo opened his mouth, but for once, words failed him.

“Y/N—” Kenma stood, his voice quiet but urgent, trying to cut through the tension.

“No, it’s fine.” She held up a trembling hand, her gaze fixed on the floor as she shoved her belongings into her bag. “I’ll leave. Continue without me. Good luck.”

Before anyone could respond, she pushed past the four boys standing in stunned silence, the slam of the classroom door echoing behind her like the final chord of a tragic symphony.

And then, nothing. 

A heavy, suffocating silence settled in the room, too thick for anyone to break immediately. 

Kuroo felt it in his chest, a hollow ache he didn’t want to name, as if her absence had stolen all the oxygen.

Because she never reacted to any ofhis word in the same manner she did now, she always, always had some sort of funny response back.

“Do you ever think before you speak?” Akaashi asked finally, his tone as sharp as the glare he aimed at Kuroo.

“No, because I promise you, Kuroo, you’re the stupidest person I’ve ever met. maybe even stupider than Bokuto,” Kenma added bluntly, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“Hey! What did I do?” Bokuto protested, a faint whine in his voice.

“You’d better fix this,” Kenma said firmly, ignoring Bokuto’s comment as he leveled a rare glare at Kuroo. “Because you messed up. Big time.”

And with that, Kenma walked out, leaving Kuroo to grapple with the weight of his own words—and the look in Y/N’s eyes that he couldn’t seem to forget.

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Glasgow Meeting - COT

Summary: It wasn't supposed to be out in the world that they were dating. Well not yet, they weren't ready, but a small slip up changed everything. Well at least Ghost and Scotty get to meet Soap's family.

Warning: None

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A/N: Finally posting more! Also if you squint you see the veeeerrryyy early beginning of Ghoap. Time to set myself out, enjoy! This is my headcanon of Soap's family, inspired by some ideas here and there from the fandom. Don't @ me ;w;

It was not really planned. A trip to the surrounding area of Glasgow to visit his family was partially planned, yes. Soap had tried to get some days off to do so, but wasn't sure when. What was not planned was to tell his family he had a girlfriend. Especially not one who was sharing with his best friend! 

Soap was on the phone with his brother, video call to be precise, talking about his possible visit. Ghost and Scotty were busy in the kitchen preparing tonight's meal. They weren't aware of his call, which would explain the slip up. Scotty went to the living room to tell him to come set up the table. "Hey handsome, come help with dinner."

"Handsome?" A voice came out from his phone. Soap and Scotty looked at each other in fear. The realization. "John… Who's that? What are you hiding?" By the end, his brother was teasing him. 

"No one! Fi-" It was too late. Soap didn't have the time to tell him to keep down, his brother was already spreading the news like wildfire. The Scotsman sank deep into the couch. From afar, Scotty mouthed some apologies. In a matter of seconds, the whole family was trying to ask him a question at the same time. Ghost silently approached behind Scotty, alerted by the noisy conversation. He questioned her.

"I think I screwed up." She whispered back. "That's his family on the phone, and I called him handsome out loud."

Ghost patted her shoulder. "Well that's gonna be interesting."

"You know he's most likely not gonna tell them about you, right?" Ghost simply shrugged off the comment. At least, Soap was capable of evading the interrogation by pretending that he should really help with chores and he couldn't introduce her. This would be left for the day he will come to visit. In two weeks. Which was plenty of time to figure out a reason on why Ghost would be tagging along. He could have stayed behind, but he was honestly curious to see the origin of Soap. And maybe also to see how everything will unfold in person. 

The reason as stupid as it would sound like was that he made a bet with his lieutenant and now he was there. After the long drive to the surrounding area of Glasgow, it was time to stretch and meet the family. Soap's family took him to the words, but they didn't seem very convinced by his excuse. The mask was not helping his case. However, that didn't stop them from giving Scotty a warm welcome. She did not feel completely uncomfortable, she was simply not used to this. Ghost having no relatives, she had never really experienced that. Last time she had been introduced to in-laws was years ago. Scotty now understood how Ghost felt when he met her family. 

Soap's family lived on the outskirts of the capital. Far enough to be able to have a small farm, but close enough to not have to drive hours to get to some civilization. They owned a few goats. Scotty and Ghost smiled at each other when they realized that this was the last thing they expected from Soap's backstory. Farm boy turning military. 

Soap was also the middle child out of three. Mackenzie being the eldest sister and Finn the youngest brother. Mackenzie took a liking to Scotty very quickly, saying that finally she could have the little sister she always dreamed of. She kept a hold of her for a while leaving the boys together. "Being overly open runs in the family." Ghost noted to Soap.

"Aye! We like to make everyone feel at home. Big contrast to you, sir." 

"Watch it, sergeant." 

The next few days went without a hitch. After the slightly awkward introduction, everyone warmed up to each other. Scotty and Ghost got to learn how to take care of goats, played with the young ones and helped around the farm. It might not look like it but it was physical. Even with their military training, after three days they were drained. All in all, it was a good time. Soap was glad that his lieutenant also enjoyed himself as he might feel like a third wheel. The three of them had kept the secret to a maximum. None of the MacTavish family suspected a thing. However, Soap noticed that Ghost and Scotty were itching for some time together. While the others did not catch on, yet, he saw that sometimes Scotty would stand a little closer to him, fingers softly brushing against each other. It was a risky move but they always made it work.

One night, at the table while enjoying their dinner, Soap's mother asked The one question. "So Johnny, when are you planning to have kids?"

Taken by surprise, Soap spat his drink while Scotty almost choked on a piece of meat. Ghost kept it cooler than the others. Barely moving an inch. "Ma, you can't ask this like that!" Soap nervously laughed, cleaning the mess he made. "We started dating not long ago. That is not really in the plans."

"I don't think it will ever be." Scotty said in what she thought was a whisper. But when she saw all eyes on her, even Soap questioning look, she realized it had been a little louder. Also realizing that really only Ghost knew about it. She swore she told Soap at some point, but maybe she imagined it. 

"What do you mean?" Mackenzie asked. 

"Hmm… Well, to keep it simple, I can't have kids." Scotty shrugged it off. 

"Oh I'm sorry hen!" The mother apologized. 

"It's alright. You didn't know, and it's not like it affects me. With my job, maybe it is better that way. If we…" The we resonated a little bigger than just Soap and her. "Ever want kids, adoption is still an option, right Johnny?"

He nodded. After that the meal went back to normal, brushing off the serious sad undertone of it back to where it belonged. They all helped clean up and after some down time, everyone went to bed. 

Once Scotty was sure that everyone was asleep, she sneaked away from Soap's room. He knew why and simply told her to be careful, to be back before morning. Ghost was sleeping on a couch bed in a small room on the ground floor. Tiptoes, she carefully made her way down, praying every step to keep it quiet. Coast was clear, she tiptoed still to the room; years of practice. Scotty knocked softly on the door. On the other side the bed creaked, a lock turned and Ghost cracked the door open. Once he saw it was her, he let her in. He had barely closed the door, she was already kissing him. "I missed you."

"Johnny, don't give you enough?" He chuckled. His arm wrapped around her waist. He lifted her off the ground to bring her to the bed. 

"No he does." She smiled back. "He gives me all I want, but I feel like it's been ages since we had alone time together."

"Don't get any idea, love. We can't be too noisy." Ghost peaked a kiss on her collarbone, pressing softer ones along her neck to her cheek to finish with a deep kiss on the lips. So much for saying such, when he was the one who craved her as bad as she did. They stayed in each other's arms for a moment, appreciating the tenderness going on. Her fingers brushed his dirty blond hair while they talked. Or whispered. She wished she could just allow herself to relax more in his embrace, to the point that she closed her eyes to rest on him while he would be stroking her back to sleep. But that was out of the question, because if Scotty fell asleep now there was no way she would be awake before next morning and explain to the family why she was sleeping with the lieutenant.

Reluctantly, Scotty kissed Ghost one more time before making her way back to Soap's room. Her heart was pounding fast at the idea she might be caught. Luckily, no one dared to come out of their room. She made it back to bed with Soap, sliding under the blanket. Soap was still awake. He shifted on his side to face her, one arm getting a hold of her and pulled her closer to him. "It wasn’t too hard?"

She shrugged. "It's not like I won't see him in the morning." 

"And now you are back with the prettiest." He nuzzled her neck. Scotty chuckled saying that they were both the prettiest, no fight there. He squeezed her more, going for a kiss on the lips. "Just two more days and we go back home. Then you can do all you want with him, I won't even be there." 

"You always say this and half of the time you end up joining in." She teased him.

"Only because someone always begged me to come." His hands ran under her shirt. Scotty felt something hard on her leg. Her eyebrows raised. Soap smiled and shrugged off. 

"Come on, Johnny." Scotty insisted on his name, she knew how much he loved hearing it from her. "Look who is all excited now." He chuckled. It's not like they never did it quietly before.

The next morning, surprisingly, the three task force members woke up before everyone. As thanks for the hospitality and because the calm morning would allow them to do something they hadn't done in awhile, they prepared breakfast for the household. Nothing very fancy but it was a nice gesture. One that the mom appreciated when she found the food ready to eat with the table set. When everything was done Scotty insisted on doing the dishes, to which Finn and Mackenzie argued, but in the end, they worked as a team to do it. "Had some fun last night?" The eldest nudged her. Scotty frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"John always forgets my room is next to his and… don't worry I understand. It must be hard to resist the MacTavish charm, aye?" 

Scotty's cheeks turned hot and red quickly when she understood. She was sure they had been quiet enough. Whatever was the reason she heard, the conversation turned to another topic. Mostly why the weird nicknames. Force of habits, the three of them still used their call sign when talking which could be confusing at first to the one who didn't use it. She had no problem explaining the reason behind hers. Ghost, they only had to know it was like that and no other reason. Soap, they would have to ask him as he rather liked to keep it classified. After that, Soap took his girlfriend and workmate to the farm to help feed the goats. 

It was fun to again be just the three of them. Goats being happy to see the food being spread, baby goats jumping everywhere and headbutting each other. Scotty was crouching to pet one when another hopped on her back and a triumph baa. They all laughed heartily. Soap asked if the two of them could get something in the barn. 

They went to grab what was asked. They looked around without much success. Scotty decided to climb the ladder to go see in the upper section of the barn if it might be there. She lost her footing halfway up. Ghost was just behind her and stopped her fall, or at least made her landing softer. "Thanks and sorry!" Scotty said, trying to get up. But Ghost's arms keep closed around her. "Simon, not here."

"If anyone says anything, let's pretend I broke your fall." He smirked behind his mask.

"That's what you did! Not that we have to pretend!" Scotty lifted his mask for a quick kiss. Kissing on the ground of the barn was not the most romantic, but they kissed in a worse situation. Battlefield was one. 

"What the fuck!" A voice echoed in the barn. Their blood froze. Ghost pushed her away and they stood quickly. Finn was standing there with a bucket that he dropped. "Johnny!" He yelled. The anger was noticeable in his tone. Before they couldn't even explain themselves, he left in a hurry. 

Despite their best effort to catch up, Finn outran them. Mackenzie and the father were with Soap, when they saw Finn waving his arms shouting. The Scotsman was confused at first, but his heart sank down as soon as he saw Ghost and Scotty run behind him. That could only mean bad news. "Johnny! Your girlfriend is fucking whore!" The young one dropped once he was close enough from everyone. The insult was filled with so much rage. 

"That's no way to talk ab-" Mackenzie started before being cut off by the youngest. 

"She was kissing that asshole! In the barn!" He pointed at Ghost when they finally reached the group. Scotty thought her heart was about to burst out of her chest between the sprint and the stress. Mackenzie and her father look at the two with disappointment and disgust. 

"We welcome you in your family and you dare cheat on my brother like that!"

"No wait, it's not what you think!" Scotty finally breathed out. Soap also turned to speak but was cut off by Finn.

"No it's exactly what I think! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Let me ex-" 

"What there's to explain, nothing!"

"Enough!" The father yelled over everyone, it echoed on the fields but brought back order. "Let's hear whatever she has to say." His tone, although firm and calm, was also filled with animosity. Soap who hadn't been able to say anything so far watched this all unfolds. He knew. He knew that if Ghost dared to speak, Finn wouldn't no hesitate to jump on the man. Meanwhile, he could see the sheer panic in Scotty's eyes. No matter the words she did be using, it would take a lot to convince his family.

Soap took the first step while everyone was holding each other at gunpoint with their eyes. He grabbed Scotty's hand in his, intertwining their fingers and squeezed tight. "Camille is my girlfriend. And… that is Camille's boyfriend." He pointed to Ghost who stood there, close to her, her fingers only brushing. The three other McTavish were bewildered. It took a few seconds before anyone spoke again. 

"Wait what?" Finn reacted first. "Your lieutenant is also her boyfriend? What?" 

"It's a long story." Soap replied. He tried to make short, give the big idea of how it all came to this. While Ghost and Scotty had been together for over two years, he started dating her or was added to their family three months and half ago. The three of the clan, looked at the Task Force trio processing the news. 

"So… are you also dating Ghost?" Mackenzie asked, visibly unsure.

"No, only her." Soap replied with a nervous laugh, cheeks slightly pink. "Look I didn't want to say anything about yet, exactly for this reason."

"It's a hard concept to grasp, lad." His dad crossed his arms on his chest. "But I suppose, as long as you are happy. You are all happy then, that's all that matters. Now… to explain this to your ma… Good luck. Mack, let's finish what we started." 

"That explains better why he was there then." Finn realized looking at Ghost. "Better than your sorry excuse." He nudged his brother. "And really Camille, one man was not enough? I'm kidding. Still feels weird, but like dad said if you are happy." He was about to go away when Soap grabbed him by the shoulder and made him turn around.

"Finn, you have something to say to the lady." 

"What?.... Oh right… I'm sorry for calling you a whore I didn’t mean it, I was just shocked and furious." He extended his hand. Scotty took it with a smile.

"No worry. Thanks." Finn left them on this to also return on his task, leaving them there alone standing. 

"Only us can call her that." Ghost spoke. Scotty gasped and shoved her elbow in his side.

"Simon! Come on!"

"I mean he is right." Soap added. She turned to him about to do the same she did to Ghost but he dodged. 

"I must admit, I'm glad I don't have family so we don't have to go through this two more times." Ghost sighed. They looked at him unsure. "Well there's still her family who doesn't know about. Or did you say something?" 

She shook her head. No she had not and this would be for another time. Telling the MacTavish was enough for now. Especially that the mother was still clueless about all of that. Not that Scotty had forgotten, but she was focusing too much on seeing how everything was working out that this had been a second thought. Well there was still time till then. For now, they could try to enjoy the last days, together without the fear of being exposed.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

The Next Layer

(A fic requested by @idiotwithanipad . Hope it's okay, I've been lacking in creative energy this week).

They'd been playing. Hide and Seek, of course, Kitty's favourite. It had been Amy's turn to Seek, though she was usually better at Hiding. Sometimes too much. There were days when, not feeling in the mood to socialise but not wanting to disappoint her friends, she agreed to play only to find a moment to hide away good enough so that they'd never find her. At least, not until they gave up and asked either Robin or Humphrey's body to "hunt" for her.

Today had ironically been a day when her spirit had been rather high, almost to the point where it matched the level of the bubbly Georgian and the permastoned Pagan. A day where she'd wanted to play, to laugh, to lay in the sun and laugh about the "grown ups" as if they were all much younger than nineteen to early twenties, before running about and indulging in schoolyard games in the house, before they planned to sit on the roof all night and chat until Silver's eyes would begin to droop for her month-long slumber.

She didn't make it that far. Never would again. Had she known that the last month the three girls had sat on that roof together would be the last time....

When she opens her eyes, she knows the sky is not that of the one that blankets over Button House, or anywhere on Earth. It's colors are serene, gentle hues of soft violet and sapphire and turquoise. The sun shines bright but not to the point of annoying or blinding. She doesn't squint. Just like the moon, she realises she can stare into the centre of this sun as long as she wishes. What surrounds the sun are both clouds and stars and nebulas and comets. She remembers once visiting the Planetarium in Londond on a school trip. This makes it seem like a public bathroom floor.

"Fuck! Silv, are you seeing this?" Is the first thing she asks. At the reply of silence, she sits up.

Long, soft grass that flows like waves of water with the warm breeze cushions her. The emerald field stretches for miles as she sits atop a hill, spotting a lake on the horizon and mountains glistening as if topped with diamonds. Maybe they are.

Where the fuck is she?

"Silver? Kitty?" She calls out, heart pounding as she realises she's alone; "HUMPHREY? ROBIN?!"

It must be a dream. Maybe she passed out and Silver touched her with her ghost power to give her some funky dream. It wouldn't be the first time. Except Silver never did so without her permission, and the types of dreams Amy had were nothing like this.

No water park where the liquid is Manco Loco. No ICP concert. Not the park with her friend Shan. Not her and Humphrey - a whole and modern dressed Humphrey - sat watching a movie and eating popcorn like a normal father and daughter.

This place is beautiful. Gorgeous. But it's not somewhere she would wish to be. Not alone.

"ANYONE?! IS ANYONE THERE? GUYS!" She calls out so loud, her voice echoing towards the mountings; "I SWEAR WHOEVER HAS TAKEN ME HERE, I'M GONNA RIP THEIR BALLS OFF AND STICK THEM DOWN THEIR THROATS!"

"Oooh, 'ark at her! Had I offspring I swear she be mine own kin." Chuckles a female voice.

Amy turns in the direction as the wind carries a swirl of tiny orange lights that merge together to form a figure. A slender, older woman not much taller than her. Puritan clothes. A thin set of lips with eyes alight with humor.

The teen steps back.

"Where am I? Who are you? Where are my friends and what's going on?!" She demands.

"There there, child. One question at a time. Wes all been where you are and know it can be scary." The woman says, raising her hand.

"Wh...what can be scary?"

Her mouth has gone dry. There's a part of her already that suspects the answer but she's afraid to believe it.

"The suckings off."

A new voice. Amy blinks as another set of floating sparks form a taller woman next to the Puritan. Before they have even finished solidifying, Amy knows who this one is, having looked at the sketch of her beside her friend's bed many times.

As good as Alison's drawing is, it doesn't do justice to the sweet softness and kind smile on the woman's face as she gazes fondly at Amy.

"Are you....Mary?"

The woman nods, wearing the same peasant dress, but there didn't seem to be any sign of soot or smoke or the scent of toast that everyone had always said was part of her. Even her hair, though tucked partly beneath a simple bonnet, seems smoother and tidier, not the slightest singe.

"That I be. And I knows who you is. Amy, daughter of Humphrey Bone." She says with a cheeky grin.

"We have a little Lady in our midst, Mary!" Her companion teases, nudging her slightly.

Amy sets her jaw. She doesn't like being made fun of at the best of times but right know she's far from the mood for jokes.

"I ain't no fucking lady."

"Don't mind Annie, love, she don't mean nothin' by it." Mary placates before the two of them can clash; "Head bit was always so lonely, I is glad he got to have a child of his own."

"How the hell do you know about me and Humphrey? Is that what you all do in this place, spy on us?!"

Annie shrugs; "Sometimes."

Mary gives her a warning slap to the wrist and a sharp glare.

"T'is not you I watch, child. I look in on my little'en when I can and most often than not in recent times, yous been at her side." Mary explains.

Little'en. "You mean Silver?"

Another nod.

"When I first got my suckings off and arrived here, at first I be overjoyed, in most part to be reunited with my beloved." Mary reaches to take the Puritan's hand. Annie gives a coy smile and squeezes it.

Amy understands now. She remembers Silver and Robin talking about Mary's "wife" who they hoped she was back with.

Shit. They're gonna be so happy to learn...

She watches as Mary's eyes turn sad; "But my heart did begins to crumble when I realised I has left my girl behind. She hads become the daughter I lost, as if returned to me like Lazerus, and now I was parted from her. I woulds have gladly taken being blown back just to return to her...."

The look on her face as she meets Amy's eyes makes the teen want to scream. The truth stabs deep at her chest.

"....No....No." She shakes her head, tears forming.

"Amy-."

"I don't want it! Not now, not when I've finally started to enjoy it. Fuck, I've even started having some civil conversations with Fanny and Cap! I was having fun with my friends, I...I had a dad! Have a dad! Fuck, no, I'm not losing that! No ones gonna take it from me!"

The beauty of the landscape around her now seems like a wide open prison. She would run, but she wouldn't have the slightest clue as to where she would go, or what direction. There are no roads, no doors, not even a bulding in sight.

Nothing but....space. Fields, mountains, water and the surreal sky.

"Who is in charge? Is there some sort of God or....fuck, who was it Silver worshipped, Percy-fee, the Goddess of the Dead?!"

Annie covers her mouth this time to stifle her laugh; "Think you mean Persephone, Poppet."

"Don't call me that, only Da..." She bites her lip. More tears fall.

She'll never hear him call her that again.

A sob escapes her and she hugs herself, tighter than she ever would. Despite having just recovered from a flare up of HS, she expects the scar beneath her arm to be irritated. But there's nothing.

She frowns. She touches her joints. Her armpits.

"Your buboes be gone now." Mary explains; "They shan't arise again. There be no maladies of the flesh in this layer."

"Thank Jove, my throat used to itch like crazy with them bread crumbs back in the other place." Titters Annie.

No more HS? No more flare ups? No more itching and seeping and having to hide down with the Plaguers in the basement? The thought takes time to settle. It had been part of her since puberty. It was a silver lining and yet...

She would gladly suffer her skin to be covered with welts if it meant going back to Humphrey right now.

As she crumbles, Mary steps forward, her arms open. Amy let's them encircle her, now that physical touch won't cause her the pain it once did. For the first time in years she takes comfort in a motherly hug, and understands for a moment why Silver adored this woman so.

"There there, little'en. It not be so bad." Mary whispers, stroking her hair, "This place doth hold many wonders. Annie and I shall tutor thee on how to appreciate them."

"W-wonders?" She sniffles.

"Hmm. Like that funny helmet of yours. What purpose doth it serve?"

Amy pulls back from the hug; "My headphones? They...play music but...they're broken now."

"Are they?" Asks Annie.

The Puritan steps forward and taps them.

Amy nearly jumps with surprise as music, real music, the same that had been playing before she died, suddenly sounds through the speakers resting beside her ear. She gasps, thinking she'd never get to hear ICP again except for through the Bose speaker in Higham Suite when it was her turn to use it.

"Wha....How did you....?" She stares at Annie as if she were a witch.

Annie laughs; "That only be a glimpse of what be possible here, girl."

Mary squeezes Amy's wrist.

"Here we are not prisoners. Here we may go where we wish, when we wish, see splendors beyond even mine own imagination. We may eats, drinks, laughs and make merry as we please. You willst never be bored here, young one. And wes shall be with you, at least until there be others who hath been sucked off that ye wish to meet?"

Amy remembers her grandparents. Childhood pets. Are they all here somewhere? Waiting for her?

She gulps; "I just want....I just want to go home."

The words make her sound like a little girl. That's how she feels.

Mary's face swamps with sympathy as she pets her.

"I know, dear girl. I know. That be the price we pay for Heaven, Is afraid. To leave our loved ones behind and wait for thems to catch up."

That's all she can do? Wait?

"But....you said you'd looked in on Silver? That you saw me?" Amy asks.

Mary and Annie share a glance before Mary nods.

"That be the truth."

"How?" Demands Amy.

"There be a great waterfall, that be a mirror, that be a window to the old world." Mary explained; "T'is through there we each may watch our loved ones for a time."

"So like a magic webcam?" Amy simplifies; "Take me there."

"Child, it's advised that one not look at it for a time. That you should take a moment to get used to your new home." Advises Annie.

"Fuck that. This ain't my home. It won't be until Humphrey is here with me. And Silver and Robin and Kitty...." She says, clenching her fist; "Take me there. Now. Please."

Her voice breaks on the last word as she looks at Mary, who cannot resist the plea of a heartbroken child.

She takes Amy's hand in hers. Then the world swirls around them. Amy feels her body dissolve, nauseating at first and then strangely freeing for a few seconds, before it becomes whole again.

In a dense, green woodland, in the middle of some hidden grove, they stand before the waterfall.

Amy follows the women's instructions to step into the pool, letting it drench herself up to her waist in warm water. She stares at the vertical stream. And wishes.

In three blinks, she sees them. Hears them.

-

"Fifth time now. No Stompy." Robin pants, having returned from another sweep of the grounds.

"One more. There must be somewhere you missed!" Humphrey demands of the caveman.

He shakes his ragged head; "It no good, head bit. There no smell of her around. Even body bit give up."

With a wave of his paw, he gestures to where Humphrey's body sits on the floor in front of the fireplace where it first fell centuries ago. Like a giant forgotten headless doll, it sits, slumping slightly forward.

Head of Humphrey scoffs as he rests in Kitty's hands; "Useless, the both of you! Come on, girls, you know my Amy, she's just the best at this game but we can find her."

"But it's been hours. I'm tired." Kitty sighs, though she sounds more heartbroken than exhausted. She doesn't wish to say she agrees with Robin.

"We'll never find her." Silver sits in the windowsill, her tone nearly robotic, drained of its spark; "She's gone."

"Don't say that! No one saw her go!" Humphrey rebukes.

"I did!" Says Mick, on a rare intrusion up above ground level; "I was about to help her find a good spot and then....whoosh! Caught me right off guard."

"Ah. There you have it, Humphrey." Says Captain, stoicially; "An eyewitness."

"His kind wouldn't have been counted as a witness in my day, let alone human!"

"That's enough, Humphrey! You're not yourself. What would Amy think to hear you speak of her friends that way?" Kitty chastises.

"Yeah, I loved that girl like she were my own niece! She was as good and decent to us as any have been!" Mick defends, upset.

"I know, I...." Humphrey sniffs; "I just...I just can't believe it...I feel like I only just found her and now...It's so...bloody unfair."

"Hmm. It's gonna be very strange not having her scare the living daylights out of me. I'm gonna miss not seeing her in the corner of my eye." Julian mused, patting Robin's back.

"She certainly was an unforgettable character. And as much as we clashed, I secretly admired her spirit." Fanny spoke.

"A sweet girl....underneath all that...y'know." Pat guestered to her make up and overall appearance; "We'll have to contact Alison. She can help us arrange-."

"The funeral?" Silver finished, then stunned everyone by bursting into laughter. "Haha...Hahaha.....Hahahahahaha!"

She hugged her legs close as she began to rock. Everyone stared at her.

"Silver? Love, are you okay?" Asked Pat gently.

"Hehehehe....of course....Of course, I'm okay....At least I was awake for this one...Hahaha....." Despite her laughter, her eyes shone with tears. "Thanks Amy. If you're watching....Thanks for not leaving while I slept.....Thanks for one last laugh....Hahahaha...."

It's Robin who rushes over to her and gathers her into his arms, understanding her moods better than anyone, how they often seemed to border on mania. She fights him at first, hands batting at his furs before sinking into him.

Humphrey cries next. Kitty holds him tight as she let's her own tears fall, Captain reaching forward to pat her back.

No one speaks for a while after. There will be time for a proper service to say their goodbyes.

-

Amy pounds at the water like glass.

"I'M HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE! YOU FUCKING IDIOTS, WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?!" She wails and sobs before falling on her knees into the water.

Mary moves to pull her away but Annie holds her back. She needs this as much as the figures in the waterfall need their grief. As much as Mary needed to scream and cry when she was taken away from them. From her Silver.

So they stand. And they wait. They stay with her.

[total-killer-brainrot]

Under the Blade

Gripping your hair so hard tears sprung in your eyes and pulling you up so you were nearly face to face with him. He plunged the blade down, deep into your mattress, dangerously close to your aching pussy. His voice was low when he spoke, dripping with arousal behind that voice changer.

“Ride it.”

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A visit from Ghostface takes an unusual turn when the killer wants to try something new.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,952. Ship: Ghostface x Reader. Fem!Reader. Tags: Stalking, Threats of Violence, Knife play, Groping, Verbal Humiliation, Choking, Breathplay, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Hair-pulling, Glove Kink, Aftercare, Established Relationship

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This is not an original idea, saw it on booktok and thought 'ghostface would so do this.'

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There was a weird feeling at the back of your neck. A prickly tingling that had had you on edge all evening. 

Before getting dressed into your comfy pyjamas you checked the closet door. Making popcorn you kept looking over your shoulder, as if someone were creeping up behind you. When finally settling down for the movie you just couldn’t relax. Something was very wrong. But you couldn’t figure out what. You had checked every single locked door a dozen times already. Every window was shut, curtains pulled tight. But yet that awful feeling was still there. Someone was watching you. And it was driving you crazy. 

Every single creak made you jump. You had already missed half the movie thanks to your rampant paranoia. Finally shutting it off with a frustrated sigh before heading to bed. 

You heard the footsteps too late.

A quiet step directly behind you before a gloved hand clamped over your mouth and pulled you back, stifling your scream and trapping you against the intruder’s body. He was strong, absurdly so. Holding you in place so easily it was almost embarrassing. Something hard and cold nudged against your ear and in the corner of your eye you saw stark white. A mask? You didn’t dwell on it long as you felt something even colder against your throat. A soft, admittedly, very attractive, voice crackled to life next to your ear. Almost like it was being altered.

“You scream… I slit your pretty throat and leave you here to die… try to run, and I catch you and slit it anyway. Got it?” You winced as the blade started to dig in, nodding as quickly as you could without causing any damage. “Good girl…” And despite the pure terror at the position you had been put in, that one small praise made your knees weak.

You were very impolitely manhandled to your own bed. Tossed down onto the covers so you could finally get a look at your assailant. White mask forming a perpetual scream. Black robes totally covering his large form. And that knife. Glinting in the dim moonlight. He caught you looking at it and gently turned the blade in his hand. 

“If you do as you're told… this old thing won’t hurt you.” Though his words comforted you very little. You were backed into a corner, pressing yourself as close to your pillows as you possibly could to make some distance. He stood there, watching you. Eerily silent. Head tilted in a strangely endearing way. You could tell he was studying you. Gauging your reaction. For what? Judging if you’d be a good enough victim for him? You met his gaze, at least you tried. It was tricky with the mask.

In a flash he was on top of you. One hand on your hip tugging you closer as the other hastily tugged off your shorts. You realised that you could feel his hard cock pressed up against your inner thigh. A soft groan sounded from the man above you. 

“You know… I was gonna kill you… spread your insides all over your living room… but you decided to be a tease and get all dressed up for me in those little pyjamas…” His hands trail down your thighs and you can’t help but shudder. It felt so good. He had barely touched you and you were already drenched. Something about the ‘masked killer having his way with you’ really got your blood pumping. Perhaps he could see it in your eyes, because you were sure you could hear a quiet distorted laugh as he blatantly groped your ass.

His hand had nearly reached your clothed cunt when he pulled away. Easily slicing through the thin fabric and pulling it away. You tensed as you felt the sharp tip of the blade dig into your thigh, before he flipped and it pressed the blunt handle against your bare clit. You gasped and titled your head back against the pillows as he ground it against you harshly. The metal was cold against your core. Sending shivers up your spine and sparks of pleasure through your brain. 

Just as you were starting to get into it, gripping the bed sheets as you matched his movements with your own. Pleasure heightening as you chased your peak, he pulled the blade away. Gripping your hair so hard tears sprung in your eyes and pulling you up so you were nearly face to face with him. He plunged the blade down, deep into your mattress, dangerously close to your aching pussy. His voice was low when he spoke, dripping with arousal behind that voice changer.

“Ride it.”

There was no room for argument. And the way his tone dropped as he commanded you made your brain go blank. You would do anything he wanted if he kept talking like that. A quiet gasp escaped you when he pulled on your hair harder. Indicating that you were taking too long following orders. You quickly snapped into action, situating yourself so you were hovering over the handle. Taking a deep breath before dropping down slow. 

The handle wasn’t uncomfortably big, but it was hard and unforgiving. Your breathing turned uneven as the finger grooves rubbed against all those perfect spots inside you. Once you were seated up to the guard you paused, trembling at the unfamiliar feeling of being filled by a knife handle. The coolness of the metal quickly warming inside you. Your big bad assailant was kneeling silently in front of you. Allowing you to adjust. Watching each little twitch of your face and subtly groping himself at the view. 

Once he had decided you were taking too long his hand left your hair to trail down to your hip, gently guiding you to start moving. Tugging your tank top down to reveal your tits with the other. You groaned as those leather gloved hands groped you, teasing your nipples mercilessly. One particularly hard pinch made your hips jerk forward, which in turn hit those unforgiving grooves against yet another mind blowing spot inside you. You had to place one hand on his arm to steady yourself as you chased that sweet spot. Grinding down onto the knife with a needy whine. Your eyes closed as you dropped your chin to your chest. Barely registering the staticky laugh above you. 

“You know… only a fucking whore would be getting off to this so easily…” His voice was confident, but slightly strained. Just hearing how much you were affecting him was enough to make you clench down on the metal below you. You gripped his arm hard and gave him, what you thought was, a cool smile. Realistically you looked a mess.

“Only a fuckin’ freak… would come up with something like this…”

When he laughed you could almost hear his real voice through the changer. The man behind the mask. His hand traced up from your tits to tighten around your throat. Making you gasp as he cut off your air. Helping guide you even faster. You could feel the edge rushing closer. Pulsing around the handle as your eyes rolled back. You felt his hand leave your hip but you kept up the same pace. Chasing your peak desperately. You choked out a surprised moan when you felt a gloved thumb press down on your clit harshly. 

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. And the intruder helped you through it. Keeping the pleasure heightening until it was almost painful. You started to feel dizzy. The lack of oxygen paired with the intense rush. Your mouth opened and closed uselessly. Distantly you wondered if he noticed that you were about to pass out. With the mask totally covering his eyes you couldn't tell if he was even looking at you. And he was still abusing your poor clit. A tear rolled down your cheek. You hadn’t even realised you were crying. You weakly tugged at his wrist, you couldn’t pull him off, he was so strong. But perhaps you could draw his attention to your predicament.

Through your spotting vision you saw him reach up and pull the mask off. He grinned at you. He was so pretty when he smiled. Pulling you close by your neck and kissing you deeply. His lips were soft. Though you were too far gone to kiss back properly. 

Finally he shoved you away, releasing your neck and sending you sprawling back against the pillows. You coughed and gulped down air desperately. Not noticing him easily remove the blade from your mattress. When you had finally regained some semblance of composure, you opened your eyes to be blessed with the sight of him dragging his tongue down the handle. His own eyes closed as he tasted your orgasm dripping down to the blade. Another spark of arousal made you squeeze your thighs together subtly. At least you thought it was subtle.

“Oh babe… you’re still all horny after that? I knew you were a slut.” 

You shuddered and tugged on the dark robes to draw him closer.

“Just shut up…” You mumbled weakly as you kissed him. Hooking your leg over his hip as you reached down to fumble with his jeans. You could feel how hard he was. And you wanted that cock so bad. He was quick to help. Pulling off the dark robe and shoved down his jeans and boxers. The whole ‘ghostface’ schtick totally abandoned as your boyfriend finally allowed himself to go after his own pleasure. 

You moaned out his name and he breathed a sigh of relief when he finally slid inside you. You only had a few seconds to analyse how different it felt from the knife handle before he started moving. Pounding into you hard and fast. So worked up after watching you lose your mind on his lucky blade. There was no way he was going to be able to gut someone without getting hard and distracted. Though that wasn’t a huge issue.

You tugged on his hair and whined. His lips trailed down your neck until he caught one of your nipples between his teeth. Gently pulling and grinning around the sensitive bud as your whines reached a higher pitch. He knew your body like the back of his hand. Knew exactly which buttons to press to make you go mad. This man would be the death of you one day, you had no doubt about it. 

When he finally pulled away from your chest you could tell he was getting close, and you were nearing your second finish as well. He easily lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and the new angle made you arch as he was able to rut deeper into you. You didn’t know when he had removed his gloves. But you didn’t care. His bare fingers ghosted over your clit and you were gone once again. Toes curling as you clenched down on his cock, causing him to grunt and still inside you. The pair of you lost as you both rode out your orgasms. 

When you finally had the sense to open your eyes once again he was watching you with a dopey smile. You returned it and pulled him close for a much gentler kiss. Mumbling against his lips.

“We have got to do that again some time…” 

He nodded in agreement. Slowly pulling out and reaching for the damp cloth he already had prepared to clean you up.

“You make such a good victim. God you were so hot.” He pecked your lips once again and grinned as you stretched out in bed with a yawn. 

How did you get so lucky?

[21witnokidz]

IN THE GHETTO

Chapter 10

Warning: Smut

8 years later

Moldy peaches? No. Bit off apple? No. Stale bread? Doable.

The gang had made their way close to a town called Armadillo, fairly close to Blackwater. All you were trying to do was find some food since y’all were running out.

“Dutch you’re not gonna believe what I found. It’s gonna blow your mind”. Of course you were being sarcastic when you presented him the stale bread you found in the empty cabin.

“Hm.. well I bet that’s better than whatever the hell they’re giving to Arthur in that prison” Dutch said helping setting up camp.

That’s right. We had a little run in with the O’Driscolls before coming here resulting in Arthur getting arrested. I don’t know what he expected when he decided to try and stay behind to loot the dead bodies he shot.

“I’m gonna go and bust him out. You comin Hosea?”

“I might as well. I already have a plan in tact”

You and Hosea rode your horses to the Armadillo jail and saw the sheriff sitting at the front desk smoking a cigar.

“Here’s the plan. You’re gonna go in there and report a robbery while I slip in there and get our boy out”

Hosea always had some scheme cooking up in that brain of his. We honestly could’ve gotten Arthur out yesterday but we all thought we should keep him in there for the night for him to think over his stupidity.

You walked inside the jail and put on my best face to look like you had been shaken up.

“Mister sheriff please! There was this terrible man outside who robbed me! If we hurry we could catch him and throw him in this place like the rest of the trash here!”

You looked directly at Arthur while saying the last bit who had his hand covered over his mouth trying not to laugh.

“I’m sorry ma’am but we have to wait for someone else. I can’t just leave the jail without anyone keeping watch-“ the sheriff tried to explain

“Please sir he’ll get away. He stole my engagement ring my late husband had given to me and... and- that was the only thing I had left of him” finally you broke down into tears.

“O-ok. I’ll look for just 5 minutes but after that you’re outta luck I’m sorry”

“Thank you” you got up and wiped your crocodile tears

After you and the sheriff left, Hosea came in and stole the keys. He unlocked the bars to Arthur’s cell.

“Took ya long enough”

“Yea well Annabelle insisted you stay another day for being stupid”

Annabelle, Colm O’Driscoll’s sister, a girl who Dutch had found to be sweet on. Now she ran with y’all in the gang taking on the same role Bessie had.

After the sheriff had looked for the nonexistent man for 5 minutes he gave it up like he promised, sending you on your way with 3 dollars for sympathy. You kinda felt bad for lying to him. You found your way back to Arthur and Hosea seeing Arthur with that stupid smirk.

“Hey darlin’”

“Don’t hey darlin’ me”

Still you let Arthur pull you into a kiss. Things had been different since that accident at the mansion. You and Arthur agreed to just not talk about it again and move on. Now Arthur was 22 and you 21 and you guys were much more mature. Or so you liked to think.

“Is there anything back at camp I’m starving”

Those men at the jail most likely hadn’t given him anything to eat ever since he got thrown in there.

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Back at camp everything was set up including your and Arthur’s shared tent.

“Ok please tell me we caught a wild boar or something” Arthur expressed his hunger once more.

“Well geez Arthur. Not even a ‘hello’? As soon as you come back you immediately start asking for food” Bessie, who was just recently gossiping with Annabelle was still a nagger. Still you guys did make up after the whole scene you caused after the mansion job.

“We have salted beef with stale bread. Take it or leave it”

“Oh I’ll definitely take it”

Ever since we figured out what gang the man with the pig birthmark belonged to we had been tracking them down. Eventually Dutch did become rivals with their leader, Colm O’Driscoll. After all he stole his sister from him, Annabelle.

Arthur leaned towards you after finishing his food.

“Wanna go into the woods?”

Immediately you got up and made your way to the woods with Arthur right behind you.

“Be careful you two” Hosea meant that both ways of course.

Arthur pushed you up against a tree and attacked your lips. “That food must’ve done something to your nerves huh baby?” You laughed into his mouth. “Nah it was that cold night in jail. I hate being by my lonesome without you”

“What’ya want me to do to you sugar?”

Whenever he used that name you knew exactly what was on his mind.

“Anything you want”

“Ooh I like the sound of that”

He threw your shirt over your head and started nipping at your neck. You started wearing pants and a shirt more often since it was easier to ride a horse and get around. The only downside is that it was harder for Arthur to get his access to you.

He pulled your pants and undergarments down and grabbed your hips. You unbuckled his belt and pulled his already hard member out. You put your arms around his neck and kissed him hard. “I’ve missed ya so much sugar I fear I might be fast” Arthur admitted. He inserted himself into you slowly and you both sighed at the same time. He pulled out and pushed himself back in fully bottoming out.

“Stop being gentle and just fuck me”

“Patience sugar”

He started at an agonizingly slow pace which was actually starting to make you frustrated. Like damn he just was just talking about how much he missed you and now he’s trying to tease you??? Despicable. You squeezed his shoulders hard and he understood and decided to stop teasing. He quickened his pace causing moans and whines to slip out of your mouth.

“You like that sugar? You want me to go faster? Harder? This is your rodeo doll just tell me how ya want it”

“Harder. Please you feel so good don’t stop”

He slowed his pace down a little to put more force into his thrusts. He could feel the tension in his stomach start to build up. “It’s gonna happen. Are ya close?” You shook your head and Arthur felt a little disappointed. He knew he wasn’t gonna last long but he at least thought he could make you close before he came. He pushed you harder to the tree for support and brung his left hand down to start rubbing on your clit.

“Oh Arthur. That’s it just hold out for a bit baby”

“How can you just say that when you’re squeezing me like a vice down there”

Finally he brought you to an orgasm that left you shuddering in his arms.

After a few more thrusts he finally pulled out and came on the floor. You both were breathing hard but were glad you both got able to finish. Believe it or not that was kind of a luxury. Between Arthur always being called to go on jobs or him just simply not being able to hold himself long enough, one or both of you always gets left unsatisfied. And whenever Arthur cums too fast, which is often, he always feels really bad and makes sure to use his fingers on you after.

Still his ring for you sits heavy in his pockets.

[augment-techs]

For the pinned post 37 with Conner x Kira

"Ah, ah, ah; you do this if you want anything done to you back. Three orgasms already and nothing for me? I didn't picture you as so greedy, Kira."

"My jaw is going to fall off, how the hell haven't you cu--ummm!"

The curl of her toes at such a tiny lick of bright red coral tongue to the bubblegum pink tip of her pretty godhead poking out of the foreskin she had never fathomed could be so pleasant to rub at; such a lovely thing that Kira would have to remember for later. When they were back in their own skins and their own senses, not running rampant with an absolute ocean of hormones flooding into parts of their bodies changed until Hayley could set them right.

She almost did a fold over onto the floor of the jeep Dr. O would kill them in if he found them in the midst of partaking their momentary enjoyment; the strain of Kira's new cock not so very different from a dog straining at a leash, or a foot straining against too tight pantyhose.

Conner was good enough to cease playing with his new tits to press his palm into her flat abdomen and push up. Like pitching a tent or holding a teddy bear up; she might have had additional flesh to experiment with and learn to fathom, but she still weighed nothing more than a handful of grapes to the jock.

"...This is so not fair," she gritted out, balancing like a cat before stretching out again so they were practically belly to belly and she could figure out a better angle to proceed with finger fucking the bright magenta cunt she'd managed to get lovely and wet, but had yet to get anywhere near an orgasm, "I remember being able to get off from humping a goddamn table corner when I was thirteen, how the hell are you not half-insane now?"

Conner grinned, shit eater wide and without an ounce of remorse as he didn't even give her a warning, lifting her up so they were face to face again, wicked little tongue slipping out to have a go at her neck as still much bigger, long fingered hands smoothed over her pretty balls, "It's not my fault that I have more staying power than you. Call it endurance, or call it stamina; I don't think your mouth is gonna do the trick, babe."

Biting her lip and fully aware that she was humping the air, looking most ridiculous, Kira counted her blessings that she could still parse through innuendo in the heat of the moment.

"I-- ...You mean..."

Teeth nipped and sunk into her shoulder as one of Conner's clever hands disappeared below the seat for a moment, the sound of fabric thrilling to Kira's ears and cock, until the sound of plastic made her almost start cheering.

She had rather few occasions to be pleased at the sight of the little disk made of sheep skin.

"Always come prepared," was about as far as Conner got with his preening before Kira carefully opened the condom wrapper and had him walk her through sliding it onto her twitching cock.

The little shit almost put it to full use much too soon while she lined herself up and he suddenly wrapped his legs around her, pulling her down and pressing her in; making her eyes roll back in her head with his whisper in her ear, "Feels so fucking good to be inside me, isn't it babe?"

She almost attacked him, all feral animal in heat; breathing hard into his tits pressed up against her cheek and he bucked up, "...The best."

He grinned into her hair and surprised her again, slipping both hands down her ass and slapping them to get her going pumping properly and not just grinding back and forth like a slug, "And you feel so big and hot, too."

She made a whine not so different from a dog begging for a bone, Conner's tits too enticing not to bite on and pinch not quite as hard as she could, but enough to stop his dirty talk and get him to make embarrassing noises.

And squeal. And release Kira around the middle so she could set her own pace as he brace his hand to the car door.

Oh.

"Ohhh," she grinned, a mirror to Conner's from earlier, eyes laser focused on the dark pink nipples and the way Conner went still under his inspection, "So those are your real G-spots."

"Do not--"

Too late.

[ign9rechris]

content: toxic(?)!chris x fem!reader, fluff, crying, black out.

word count: 516

𐙚˙⋆.˚ Chris and I just had a huge argument. His words were still echoing in my head, and no matter how far I drove, I couldn’t shake them.

“YOU DO THIS EVERY DAY. JUST SHUT UP! IT’S SO IRRITATING HAVING TO HEAR YOU COMPLAINING.”

The memory of his yelling made me flinch all over again. I hate that I’m so sensitive, but I couldn’t help it.

Tears filled my eyes as I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the apartment. I didn’t even look back.

Now, here I was, parked on some random street, curled up in the driver’s seat, hugging my knees. I was crying so hard my chest ached. My mascara had smudged all over my sweatpants, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Was he just tired of me now?

I cried until there were no more tears left, just a dull ache in my head and the heaviness in my chest. My body felt weak, and at some point, exhaustion won. I passed out, my head resting against the steering wheel.

A loud knock jolted me awake.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

I shot up, disoriented, and rubbed my eyes. For a second, I didn’t know where I was, but then I saw him standing outside my car window.

Chris. I rolled the window down just enough to glare at him. “What the hell do you want, Chris?” My voice came out hoarse from all the crying.

“You forgot to turn off your location.”

His words were clipped, but there was a softness in the way he looked at me.

“Figured I’d find you out here.”

I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my seat. “So, what, you’re stalking me now?”

running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t just gonna leave you out here alone, cryin’ in your car like this.” I huffed, crossing my arms. “Maybe I wanted to be alone. Did you think about that?” “Yeah, I did. But you’re not thinkin’ straight, and I ain’t leavin’ you like this.” for a moment, His voice was steady.

“Why are you even here, Chris?” I finally asked, my tone softer than before. “You already said what you wanted to say back at the apartment.” He sighed, leaning his arm on the roof of my car and looking at me through the open window.

“I messed up. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I just… I was frustrated, alright? But that’s not an excuse. I didn’t mean any of it.”

I looked away, blinking back the fresh sting of tears. “It felt like you did.” “I know,” he said quietly. “And I hate that I made you feel that way.”

There was a long silence between us, the kind that felt heavier because neither of us knew what to say next. I wanted to believe him, but my heart still felt raw.

“Look,” he started, his voice soft, “I don’t know how to fix this right now. But I know I don’t want to lose you over somethin’ stupid. Can you just… come home so we can talk?”

I hesitated. My eyes dropped to my lap, where my hands were twisting nervously. I still felt hurt, but a part of me wanted to give him the chance to make it right.

I finally looked back at him, without saying anything, I unlocked the car door. He pulled it open and crouched in front of me. His hands, rough but warm, reached out to cradle my face. I froze, my breath hitching.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “I was a jerk, but I’m here now. I’m not goin’ anywhere until you know how much I care about you.”

Before I could respond, his lips crashed against mine.

It wasn’t a careful kiss, it was intense, raw, like he’d been holding it in all night. His hands slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I felt his thumb brushing over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I gasped softly against his mouth, and he took that as a sign to deepen the kiss.

His tongue grazed against mine, hot and slow, and my fingers instinctively gripped the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him closer. I could feel the warmth radiating off him, the way his breath hitched as if he needed this as much as I did.

His hands moved down, one resting on my waist, the other cupping my cheek like he was grounding himself in this moment.

His lips were rough but perfect, and the way he kissed me made it feel like he was pouring every ounce of his frustration, regret, and care into me.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together.

He looked at me, his eyes dark but soft, and whispered, “Come home with me.” I didn’t say anything, just nodded, my lips still tingling from the kiss.

sorry this looks rushed lmao😭.