#im on a seal kick tonight

[femmeboyhooters]

Why does life ALWAYS have to be shit

[turcott3]

birthday boy

juraj slafkovský x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, alcohol, unprotected sex, oral sex, nipple play, overall a lil freaky and a lil fluffy

(happy 20th to slaf!!)

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“finally, we’re home.” you sighed in relief kicking off your heels as you walked through the front door.

“finally just me and you.” slaf giggles, tickling your sides harshly.

“it you don’t stop juraj. it’s your gift on the line, not mine.” you say sternly as he quickly comes to a halt, continuing to giggle.

“that’s what i thought.” you huff, unzipping your tight dress.

“i love my team and all they did for me tonight but, im so glad to be home.” he states following behind you.

“me too.” you smile sweetly in the mirror as the boy plays with the zipper on your back.

“so what’d you get me? it’s the big twenty you know.” he nudges on.

“how about let me go change and grab it, and you’ll find out.”

“deal.”

“great, go sit on the bed and close your eyes until i come back.” you say sternly as he covers his eyes quickly.

you strip out of your formal attire, putting on your latest set of lingerie and top toe to the kitchen, grabbing to fresh bottle of whipped shots you bought the day prior.

“open” you say lowly, presenting yourself in front of him with your hands behind your back. slowly, he separates his fingers, peeping through the slots he’d just created.

“baby, move your hands.” you giggle, freeing one hand and pulling his hand off his face.

“wasn’t sure i could trust you.” he jokes.

“well.”

“well what? you look fucking gorgeous. gotta give me a moment to readjust to seeing light okay.” he giggles, before really taking in your figure as you stood only two feet away from him.

“sadly, i am not the gift.”

“you’re always the gift.”

“juraj, please.” you say holding your hand up to stop him. you loved him and how he always had something to say back to you, which was something you weren’t always used to.

“i’ll stop.” he says sealing his mouth shut. you reveal the sleek can from behind you, holding it out to him.

“whipped shots? what is this alcoholic whipped cream?” he asks and you nod as he looks up at you. a smug look stretches across his face with a smile. in a hurry, he pulls you to him by your waist, sitting you on his lap. he pulls the top off the can and shakes it up.

“give it a taste baby.” he coos, spraying some of it into your mouth. you loved the creamy taste of it, and the way it coated your mouth with a velvet texture.

“try it baby, it’s good.” you say licking the bit that had missed your mouth off your upper lip. he sprays some into his mouth, humming at the sweet flavor.

“now do me a favor, and lose these.” you say unbuttoning a button from his shirt while you scanned his whole body with your eyes. without question, he complies. he pulled his clothes off quickly, leaving himself only in boxers. you sprayed some into your mouth, capturing his face in your hand, pulling him in for a kiss. his tongue plunged into your mouth, getting a taste of the vanilla flavor once again. he deepens the kiss, tugging you closer to him by the back of your neck. your hands found their way to his clothed and hardening cock. you loved the way he was obsessed with you. getting him hard was an easy task when it came to you. the simple sight of your gorgeous curves made his abs clench, in hopes of not getting a massive boner in public. all the brunette ever wanted to do was love on you.

“fuck.” he grunted, breaking the kiss apart at the number you were doing on his now throbbing cock.

“just let me…” you trailed off, tugging the waistband of his boxers down allowing his dick to spring free of its previous constraints. you shook the can and brought it to his tip, spraying a small dot of the whipped cream onto his tip, that was already leaking with precum. you swirled the cream around his tip, coating his cock with the velvety texture of the whipped cream. he tasted just like vanilla as you took him all the way into your mouth, working your tongue around the bottom of his shaft.

“my fucking god.” he grunts, gathering your hair with his hand so he could see the joy on your face as you gagged on his thick and, now creamy, cock. your eyes brimmed with tears as you reached the base of him, where his happy trail threatened to tickle your nose and ambush your entire process, but you pushed on. you removed him from your mouth, milky spit webbing from the corners before licking it away. he brought your lips back to his passionately. you could tell the further the two of you went the closer to drunk you were both getting.

“can you lay down for me baby?” he asks taking the can from next to you as he pulled away. you nodded as you climbed onto the bed, removing your bra before laying flat on your back.

“now let’s just,” he starts, tugging on the legs of your soaked panties, “take these off.” he smirks, tossing them to his hamper across the room. he brings the can to the inside of your thigh, spraying the cream in a line, inching closer and closer to your heated core, stopping a millisecond before making contact. his body finds his way between your feet as his tongue made contact with the line of whip on your leg, slowly moving up, licking up the sweet whipped cocktail. your anticipation grew as he locked his warm brown eyes on yours. before you could think, his now velvety tongue makes contact with your clit, a contact you’d been waiting what felt like an eternity for.

“fuck juraj.” you moan out, gripping the sheets with your fists.

“tastes so good baby.” he smirks, looking up slightly before diving in, his tongue twisting your swollen chit in circles as his hands gripped the outside of your thighs.

“oh my god.” you moan, gripping onto the boys soft locks between your legs. the sensation made you practically hallucinate. his attention to detail in pleasing you was like a fucking drug and you were addicted to it. he pulled away just before the urge to squeeze his head between your thighs like a watermelon took over. breathlessly, he runs his fingers through his now messy hair, attaching his lips to yours.

“baby please,” you beg.

“please what my love?” he asks.

“fuck me, please j, please.” you felt yourself begging for it. it became a need more than a want. you felt like you were truly addicted to him. he sprays a bit of the cream on two fingers before responding.

“open up for me pretty girl.” he says and you do so as he slides to fingers into your mouth. you suck them clean of the whipped shot, allowing yourself to become more and more intoxicated. he positioned himself between your legs, lining his throbbing cock up with your pussy before pushing in slowly, the smooth feeling of the whipped cream lingering on both of you. you could never get over the way he effortlessly stretched your walls, his tip immediately hitting the delicate spot deep inside of you.

“god juraj.” you huff quietly as his begins his slow thrusts. they were deep and powerful, and very quick to make you finish. you prayed to every god, hoping you could hold off a little longer for his birthday, or at least provide you the strength to go until he was done. his thrusts became stronger and quicker as he pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with his grunts and your moans. somehow, you grabbed hold of the can, spraying the whipped shot onto your tits enticing him even more. he takes your title into his mouth, rolling your nipple gently in between his teeth as he sucked the substance off of you. your moans turned into screams as the feeling was all to much for you.

“such a good girl.” he says lowly, attaching his lips to yours, tongue plunging back into your mouth like a puzzle piece. your fingernails carved pictures in his back as he adjusted his angle, hitting your g-spot consistently now.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you whine, never wanting this feeling to end. he fucked you impossibly deeper, pushing your climax to the front of the line. relief washed over your body as your stretched cunt contracted around him tightly, bringing him to his own climax, coating your walls with his milky seed. his thrusts slowly came to a stop as he fucked himself dry in you, tears soaking your cheeks from the orgasm you’d just experienced.

“god i fucking love you.” he giggles, kissing your cheek sweetly as he pulls himself out of you, running his fingers through the sensitive folds of your pussy, coated in the mixture of your climaxes, but also the creamy texture of the shots. you grab onto his wrist, sucking his finger completely clean of the mix, leaving him floored.

“happy birthday baby, i love you too.” you giggle, looking up at him through your lashes.

“happy birthday to me.” he replies, tackling you back onto the bed, the pair of you now too drunk to care about the mess you made in the sheets.

“would you say i did good?” you slur.

“i say you did. same thing tomorrow?” he smiles at you, pulling you to his chest.

“or maybe same thing in an hour i don’t know.” you giggle, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of your night pleasing him.

“when you sucked me off with this shit,” he starts shaking the bottle, “that was nuts baby. you’re fucking perfect. such a pretty girl.” he coos into your hair before kissing you gently on the head

“i can arrange more of that, yeah?” you smirked, grabbing the bottle from him and shaking it as he rubbed himself hard once again.

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[dilfl0v3rss]

Omg plug Connie and him teaching his suburban princess his ways😩😮‍💨

here we gooooo🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

“wake up fat butt. taking you t’school today.” connie mumbled, tapping your ass lightly until you opened your eyes. you gave your boyfriend a death stare as you sat up and scratched your head. bonnet nowhere to be found as you were previously sleeping peaceful in your boyfriends tee shirt. “what?” “you wanted to learn more about what i do so you gon be my partner for the day since ony at his family renunion.”

your brown doe eyes widened in excitement as you hugged your boyfriends lower half from the bed. cheek pressed against his print in his boxers as you mumbled a bunch of “thank yous”. you’ve been begging connie for weeks to show you more of what he does, but he’d always tell you he didn’t want you in that type of work. it took a little convincing,but he finally agreed after you did some “handiwork” a handjob. now you’re here, learning your first lesson.

lesson one: weighing and packaging the weed

“no no no mami you gotta weigh it before you bag ittt” connie sighed as he turned the bag of weed upside down. letting the herb fall back onto table. “i did connn. the thingy had a three and a five before i put it in the baggy” long acrylic nail pointing to the small scale as you whined to your boyfriend. “three point five princesa ay dios mío. the ‘thingy’ gotta have a dot in between the three and the five.”

your eyes widened as you realized your mistake. “ohhhh okay okay okay. lemme try again” you began picking up the pieces of weed and placing them on the scale. watching carefully until the desired weight showed before putting them in the pretty pink bag and sealing it up. “doneee!” connie lifted his head from his phone, taking the small baggy from your hands before he turned it left and right.

he looked closely for any mistakes with the packaging, but he found none. it was “perfect baby. good job” connie rewarded with you a kiss on the forehead before handing you another bag. “now you got about forty more to do and you gon go mobile wit me.” connie chuckled at your loud gasp as you smiled to your yourself. “wanna shoot your gun” you mumbled as you continued weighing another pile. “whatchu say?” “huh? nothing papa. m’working”

lesson two: selling the product

his lips curved into a smile as he watched you hum your favorite song. brown eyes studying the nature outside the passenger window while your pretty fingers stroked connie hand that was on your thigh. connie’s first group of clients were college students. usually needed a quick blunt in the morning to calm their nerves before their day starts. as he approached his usual parking spot for selling, he let go of your thigh to lay his glock on his lap. “got my princess wit me so i gotta be extra careful”

his words made your stomach flip as you looked at the weapon laid on his sweatpants. “can you teach me how t’shoot it?” your eyes widened in hope as you watched your boyfriend tilt his head back, thinking of whether or not he should teach you. it would be good for you to protect yourself, but with him almost always around you would rarely need to. plus if you weren’t with him, you were with friends so you’ll never really be alone. “i’ll think about it ma” he mumbled before nodding his head towards your window.

you didn’t get the chance to dwell on his words as you watched the college boy, probably from some type of fraternity, walking towards the car. hat on backwards, covering his blonde hair while his shirt sat way too tight on his chest. his khaki shorts rested evenly on his hips as he shamelessly tried to look all up in connie’s window. “c dawgggg. wassup man?” connie rolled his eyes, already annoyed with the loud mouthed man at his window. connie nodded his head while saying hey before asking what it was the guy needed. "since im throwing tonight ima need a zip. finals been kicked everyone's ass and now that they're over, it's time to celebrate!”

connie turned towards you, eyeing your figure in your pretty skirt before a smirk planted on his lips. "you heard em mama" you nodded your head before reaching into the backseat for your boyfriends heavy duffel bag full of drugs. connie watched your skirt begin to ride up your ass so he made sure to block the guys view with his body until you finished. you sat the bag in your lap, digging through the different packages of weed until you found two bags. one was a little smaller than the other which confused you because you forgot if an ounce was the larger size or the smaller one. "uhhhh im kinda in a rush" the boy said before connie gave him a deadly stare, signaling for him to shut the fuck up.

you lifted your head up expecting to see the impatient client, but connie blocked your view with his head, giving you a calm smile and a nod for you to take your time. "i-i don't remember which one it is." he rested his hand on your lap. "think ma. if you get it right i'll buy you a new bag." your eyes lit up at the offer. you began to think back to when you were packaging the weed at the house, eventually handing him the larger bag. connie smiled as he lightly took it from your pretty hands. he held his hand out to the guy, waiting for him to pay up. after he paid connie handed him the bag.

"uhh why’s it pink..” connie rolled his eyes in irritation. why can’t he just take the weed and go. “my partner worked hard weighing and baggin that shit. this her product and you gon cop it and be happy wit it, you heard?” the guy lifted his hands in his defense before giving connie a nervous smile. “alright a-alright man thanks. t-tell your new partner i said thanks too." connie rolled up his window before turning towards you. “how i do papi?” your pretty smile making butterflies appear in his stomach before he leaned over and to give you a sloppy kiss on the lips. "did good mama. we gon stay here for a little bit then go to my other stops for my other clients ‘kay?” connie smiled as he watched you excitedly nod your head. lip tucked behind your teeth as you mindlessly played on your phone.

lesson three: counting and distributing the money

after the two of you finished, connie took you to your final destination before taking you home, the trap house. the smell of weed was pungent as you walked deeper and deeper in, stopping when you seen him take a seat at the dining room table. “come” he said while patting his lap. you sat down without complaint before connie pulled out a a couple stacks of cash. the two of you sold to a lot of people, but you weren’t really paying attention much to how much they were paying, only really worrying about giving the right size baggy. it must’ve been a really good day though because by the time you finished every single bag was sold. he had some good shit.

“you made all this in one dayyyy?” brown eyes wide as you stared at the bills in disbelief. connie’s arm tightened around your middle before he chuckled. “not just me mami” before you knew it your boyfriend separated the stacks evenly, sliding the other half in front of you before beginning to count the money he had left. “gon head pretty. count your cut” you eagerly took the money, long nails clanking together as you tried to quickly count the different bills. “what’s the third one for?” you eyed the third pile of money that sat next to connie. it looked about the same size as the both of yours. “my brother”

before you could speak the sound of a loud engine approaching the house cut you off. then in walked your boyfriend’s “brother” ony. a bag holding four to go plates in his hand as he typed away on his phone. “i know m’hella late gettin here” he mumbled as he mindlessly kicked the door closed behind him. he hasn’t looked up at you yet, still focused on his phone so he kept speaking as if you weren’t there. “just got the meanest head from kiki. swear that woman could suck a watermelon through a straw. had to block her tho cause i can’t be cuffing no bitch that be aight wit sucking dick in my granny room. nasty lil th-”

he finally looked up from his screen, eyes widening in shock as he looked at you and connie giggling in the dining room. “man why you ain’t tell me you brought her hereeee” he fake whined as he walked up to the two of you. giving you a peck on the cheek before dapping connie up. you raised your eyebrow at him before connie replied. “this why she wont let you get a date wit her sister bro” connie chuckled as he watched ony place his hand on his heart. ony had been asking you for months to set up a date with him and your sister, but you tell him all the time that you’d never willingly put any woman in your family through that, knowing his promiscuous lifestyle.

“sis i swear ima good man. if she ever text me back the rest of them girls gettin dropped on god.” you rolled your eyes, playfully scoffing before you caught sight of the stack of money that was for him. “yea whateverrrr” you said before nodding your head towards the money. “shit, thank you ma. this yours hermano” connie grabbed the stack and handed it to ony before also sliding him the empty duffle bag for him to fill with new product. “good looks. so how was it suge? like being a lil plug?”

you smiled as you shrugged your shoulders. mind wandering to the multiple events that went on today. “hmmm it was aight. i liked packing the weed up. oh and connie let me use pretty pink bags to put them innn.” connie smiled up at you, tickling your side before nodding his head towards the white bag ony placed on the table. “hope one of them plates is for me. if you can’t break bread you fake” ony chuckled before opening up the bag and handing him two of the plates. “got two plates of food and two plates of sweet shit that nanna made. ian know you was coming sis but you know i would’ve got you one.” you shrugged your shoulders before getting up from connie’s lap, taking the plate of food towards the microwave for him.

“it’s good connie gon share” your boyfriend shook his head at you. mumbling to himself as pulled out his phone. “cant have shit in this house” him and ony began to chuckle as your face turn into one of annoyance. you walked back towards him. swiftly plucking connie on the back of the head before laying his plate in front of him. “ay! mujer loca” he said while rubbing his “sore” head. ony continued to laugh while he walked towards the kitchen to heat up his food next. “hurry up and get married so i can get a niece. wanna take her t’disney and buy her dolls and shit.”

ony refused to even think about having kids of his own unless it was with the right woman. and since he doesn’t feel like he’s found her yet he plans on living his dream of spoiling a little princess through you and connie. the two of you laughed before waiting for him to sit back down with his plate so you can eat as a “family”. when he finally sat down, he immediately started rolling his eyes. “y’all laughing, but m’dead serious. have my niece” you playfully slapped his arm before beginning to eat your food. “don’t got time for kids right now. i’m a big time drug dealer.” connie nearly choked on his food when he heard your words, making the three of you laugh as you continued to eat together.

“just for today mami. tomorrow you my suburban princess again”

[deadvnstudios]

hellooooo fools paradise team:3c i am STILL stuck on the valentines day post LOL & so im curious: what would the romanceables valentines day plans with the MC be? or similarly/alternatively what would their ideal date be in general? 

“Darling, it’s already nine! While I adore your resting face, I’d prefer to be the very first thing your bright eyes happen upon this special morning.”

Ever the romantic, Mona takes Valentine’s to its extreme. Before you’ve even awoken, she’s already matched your outfits for the day, intent for there to be splashes of pink, white, and red adorning you both from head to toe. Breakfast in bed is a must, and though you fear for your tastebuds - she follows the recipe. Flowers, chocolates, cards, gifts - anything you can imagine awaits you once you finally rise from your cell of slumber. After all, this is your perfect day and Mona’s already planned dinner and a murder party for you to solve together as you dine. In the evening, after you’ve had your fill, you’ll attend a couple’s painting class. Though she could instruct herself, she follows protocol, delighting in the shared drinks you two split and the paint spills you mark each other with.

“Oh…this? I painted it because it’s your favorite animal…right?”

Starting with a nice long walk around the park with his partner is an ideal start for Noel. Valentine’s isn’t about grand gestures, or trying to outdo one another. It’s about remembering the pleasure of each other’s comfort that tethered you two to begin with. However, something handmade from him to you isn’t off the table. The day will pass without hurry, the two of you spending hours at a local craft cafe, sampling treats and putting together trinkets for one another. When your crafts come to a close, you’ll pack up and pick-up some takeout that you’ll share while cuddling on the couch back home.

“Holy shit…my retinas are burning just looking at it. It’s perfect.”

Valentine’s, being a commercial holiday, is nothing more than an obvious capitalist scheme to Mary. So, why not indulge in the shopping fever to win over each other’s favor? Mary corrals you into an hour long shopping spree to start, the two of you picking out gifts secretly to surprise each other with later in the evening. Along the way, she’ll demand a fashion show…or a few, the two of you parading down the aisles in glitzy and gaudy outfits meant to shock any who pass your path. When the two of you are eventually kicked out, the two of you will rush home to find that Mary has planned an indoor picnic just for you. The rest of the night passes quickly as you feed each other treats, and take turns thinking about what kind of future you’d like to build together.

“Woah…almost feels like they based that riddle on us! Isn’t that strange?”

Vein + Valentine’s = flirtatious fun! There’s no better way to prove the strength of your relationship than putting it to the test in an Escape Room challenge Vein booked for the two of you. Expecting the space cowboy theme to come to a natural conclusion, you’re surprised that some of the clues needed to find the final prize involve riddles centered around your relationship and inside jokes. Though you press Vein, her lips are sealed. That is, until you find the final prize: a commissioned portrait of the two of you in your favorite game. To celebrate your victory thereafter, Vein takes you to her favorite local pizza joint. After all, you’ll need the energy for the arcade tonight. It’ll be an all out race to see who can win the grandest prize for the other.

“C’mon, sway with me.”

Valentine’s is guaranteed to be a late start for the two of you - and quite honestly you’d be lucky if Tempest opened his eyes before noon. But whenever he should manage to rise and conquer the day, Tempest is determined take you to a concert of your favorite artist that night. But if the date line-up isn’t in the cards, you can be damn sure he aims to surprise you good with the tickets at the dinner table. The dinner itself is relaxed, dim lit with a band in the back where you two can shoot the can. But when you’ve both had enough, you’ll stroll around the city, touring your favorite haunts, ending up at a pub at the end of the night, tipsy dancing to the songs playing through the speaker as you play pool and darts.

“Must we leave our sheets with such haste? I am but the moon, unready to separate from the sun who warms it.”

The virtues of Valentine’s are not lost on Sorin, nor the reason the holiday itself was created. But Sorin doesn’t yield to the standard expectations of the consumerism. There isn’t any need for showiness, time spent in your company is satisfying enough. The day will be spent indoor with activities Sorin has already prepared for the two of you. Cooking together, dancing to your shared songs, and cracking open a candle painting kit are just snippets of all they have planned for the two of you. The night ends, however, with the most elaborate surprise of all — a scavenger hunt, You search the halls of your hall, following the train of notes left by your love. When you finally reach the end, you happen upon a box filled to the brim with poems and other writings Sorin has penned to you.

[tackypwupies]

Royal Hearts

Shinso x Fem!reader Hi! Im mya and this is my first story! I low-key do not know how to work this so I'm learning rn lol but yeah hope you enjoy the story if y'all do I'll make another part it!! Plot: you live in a castle on in Ireland and it is sealed off by trees, your mom forces you to marry a man that you HATE, but instead you run off with this handsome boy and experience what its like to live in a city. Warnings: sfw, abuse, forcing Feat: Mirko, Hawks, Mina, Momo, tsu, and kaminari ________________________________________________

Y/N'S POV!!

You are in your room reading a book when your mom bursts in without warning, “Hey, I found a potential match for you to marry! His dad is wealthy too!~"...All Mom cared about was wealth, but I wanted a man who I could trust and love deeply. Instead of worrying about his wealth or public recognition. “Mom? Why can’t I choose who I want to marry, how do you know the man you chose for me will be right for me?”..” Because mother knows best love, now get dressed we’re going to meet him soon”...

As she walked out of my room, leaving me a little angry , I couldn't help but feel frustrated. Throughout my entire life, my mother has always made decisions for me, never allowing me to have a say in anything. This time, it was about who I would marry. I couldn't understand why she couldn't trust me to make my own choices. All I wanted was to freedom to decide for myself, to have control of my life I slipped into a stunning long white gown and adorned my hair with two delicate light yellow bows, a cherished gift from my grandmother. Completing my look with elegant white heels, I headed down to the main entrance where my eagerly awaiting parents and siblings stood. Suddenly, a sleek white limousine was parked in front of the castle. As the driver stepped out, he swiftly opened the door on the left side of the car, adding to the growing sense of excitement and anticipation in the air. I rolled my eyes as I saw who it was, Nico. I hated Nico and my Mother knew it!.. She must have done it on purpose!.. Nico is the last person I would marry..” Serious Mom! Why would you ever make me marry..Nico! He’s such a jerk..”..” He’s not a jerk, and I know he's the perfect match for you! Now when he introduces himself to make sure to smile and drop that frown.”..you hated your life right now. Nico, His father, Mother, and Sister got out of the car and walked up the stairs when Nico got up the stairs, he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it..” M’lady, You look stunning tonight, as you may know, I'm Nico, your charming prince and soon to be husband!~”.. “Mhm.."*giving him a fake smile* "Well Nico you know me as Y/n your princess and soon to be wife..”You hated to say those words but you had no other choice..” Ah! Lovely to see you two getting along!~” Your mother hummed as you wanted to kick Nico really bad, he knows what he’s doing, you know he's not slick. He swiftly took your had in his walking into the castle with your parents following behind.

[storiesofsvu]

Jesus fucking christ.

We had TEN people at the bar tonight. TEN. And then a group from the theatre came over at like, 11pm, pianos stopped at 12, and THEY JUST WOULD NOT LEAVE. We had our entire cashouts done and printed and sealed, the bar torn completely down and a guy STILL tried to order a drink from me?!?!

Anyways. I’m FINALLY fucking home and it’s 2 am, but it’s “Thursday” so y’all know what that means!!!

Law & order (svu, oc/mothership maybe) spoilers under the cut!

Domestic snuggles.. imma miss this shit

Also why do people never plug their phones in overnight on tv!?

Grace that is a NICE coat, she looks great.

Noah being 12… someone remind me to do math on this later.

“I’ve been on 500 bumble dates, how different could these questions be?”

OKKKKAY now I understand more why Velasco was in the wedding shots, cause I lowkey thought it was weird he was there for the ceremony.

Nice plaid muncy… #bivibes

Jessie an billie have pink drinks (I assume Shirley temples) and it looks like Velasco just handed noah champagne… like I know it’s probs gingerale or apple juice but like… BRUH. It looked like Velasco was so distracted he just handed alcohol off without realizing it was a kid lololol

Is it REALLY that big of a surprise that johnny d has other kid out there? Also how long is it until noah asks about his dad? Like what has liv told him?

Noah knows he’s adopted, he knows his mom is dead and that he can’t see gramma Sheila anymore, he only has liv and she works so much that she definitely should let them meet.

OH okay so he knows his dad was a criminal… noted… noted….

liv…baby…. I know you’re concerned about him being johnny d’s kid, but like, so is noah… also bebe remember the time you left your kid with his “friends” and they locked him in a dog cage? Pls. let him play playstation.

Okay staying the night is a little much. Like first watching them look like a full happy family, but also FLASHBACKS TO SHIELA STEALING HIM.

FUCK Velasco in a suit… I forgot how good that looks.

“EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ANIMAL” OH MY GOD GRACE lololololol

Jfc. These rollins and liv grilling this guy in the hotel room?! Getting all super close power lady?! FUCK ME.

STOP IT YOU TWO!!!  THIS IS FUCKING TOO MUCH. THEY’RE BOTH TOO FUCKING HOT. IVE MISSED AMANDA FLIRTING WITH PERPS, I’VE MISSED THE TWO OF THEM FLIRTING TOGETHER UNDERCOVER FUCK. Imma miss this.

Grace m’am, you are on the stand, homegirl do up one more button pls.

Oh muncy…. You sweet summer child. I LOVE you but I hope sonny tears a STRIP off you because you deserve it. Like all im picturing rn is barba/alex/casey basically murdering you.

“on a scale of 1-10?”  “I’d say Vladmir putin.” FUCK FIN lololol

“remember I used to joke about you two in a hotel room? And now here *we* are” THAT’S GAY LADIES.

“You were a different person, you would’t let me in.” EXCUSE ME OLIVIA?!?! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS A GIANT CUNT IN S13!! YOU were the one who kept brushing off amanda whenever she tried to talk to you or learn anything for like a year!

GOD this scene mustve been so fucking hard to film for these two….

Okay…. Okay… I said this to the discord earlier this week as I got to s8. Muncy does have some Dani Beck vibes…and her on the stand just enforces that. (minus the fact that I love grace and HATE dani)

Carisi saying “my wife” while looking all lovey dovey eyes. FUCK.

GOOD GOD. Im fucking bawling over the actual good bye scene. Fuck me. (also was that walk past then pull back into a hug a call back? Or is that just me?)

Okay. I am VERY glad honestly that Muncy was both not at the wedding and didn’t get a hug at the end (despite a random uni getting one). Not only have they only known each other 9 eps, it just wouldn’t be fucking fair to Kelli. I get it, Molly might not have known she was a replacement when she auditioned/got the job BUT, it just would’ve been a kick in the face to Kelli. Still and always love them both. But… yeah… it’s like when you have to train your own replacement right before getting fired kinda thing? Not cool. So im glad they were able to do that..

 Okay. Onto mothership… lets see how much I have to say lol.

Mechad is a fucking snack. Why must I be attracted to at least two people on every one of these shows? Three hours of tv after getting off work this late is TOO MUCH AND I still have a new criminal minds to watch. Fuck.

 Fuck…. That escalated quickly…. I mean….expected but…

Oh jesus christ…tonight really is about cops fucking up.

This is heartbreaking. The poor suspect is now gonna get extra charges because they were wrongfully arrested/sent to rikers. Fucking ouch. Why l&o gotta be like this tonight…

Okay… my stream cut out for the second time and fucked up and we ALL know Im not invested enough to care.

OC time here we go.

This purple looks great on bell!

Okay, new guy, cant remember his name rn, but him not only getting everyone gifts but having them wrapped that nicely? What do we think? Did he have the store do that or does he do it himself? The “I’ve always been that guy” makes me think he did it himself.

“merry Christmas everyone” jet’s way of saying “welp, mom and dad are fighting on xmas..”

Okay just kidding this stream died on me too… so…imma call it here, have my svu thoughts and some other tiny ramblings for tonight byyeee

[keefwho]

November 20 - 2022

8:45 AM

I here someone mention throwing up at least once a day which is annoying, but something I have to get over. I just hate having to hear about it sooo much. Like people use it for humor but I just think it’s gross and unsettling. Or they’ll regale a story about how horribly they vomited this one time. I don’t need to hear it. But I gotta apparently. 

4:42 PM

I just reminded myself that things don’t have to be stressful because I always get the impression that I’m meant to suffer with certain things. I think of commissions as HAVING to be dreadful and something I’ll fail at because of how little I care about the idea. But I don’t need to think like that. I can shake myself of this belief. It sucks that I have to do them but I can still relax about it and use them to have fun or practice at least sometimes. They’re always easier than I make them out to be too. I’ve never really failed catastrophically. Things don’t always turn out how I wanted them but it’s just like that. 

6:59 PM

I think I set myself up for failure because of my desire to predict the future and keep everything in my control. If I imagine the outcomes of something I have to do, it’s a lot easier to believe I’ll fail because thats the only outcome I can ensure. I can’t ensure success because I might fail no matter how hard I try. I hope being aware of this will help me stop thinking of myself as being on the losing side in everything. I literally sabotage myself without being aware of it. 

8:51 PM

Tummy hurts tonight and it’s bad enough that I don’t think I can push through it and do the things I want anyways. I’m sitting back and chilling until it’s better. I don’t know why it’s bad tonight, maybe it was what I ate today. A whole totinos pizza for breakfast and butter noodles for lunch. It feels like something needs to come out for me to feel better but it’ll take time. Until then I just feel like ass. Hopefully it’ll pass soon. I don’t want to be woken up in the middle of the night by this. It’s taking a lot to keep a level head about this. But being aware that I’m prone to panicking helps to avoid it. 

I even consider taking one of my nausea pills but they are in short supply, they are for something serious. It sucks because they take about 45 minutes to an hour to start kicking in so I have to decide ahead of time. 

9:16 PM

Yeah I’m pretty sure it’s just something that will pass. Sometimes it’s hard to tell until I’m certain I feel things moving along. The nausea is very on and off too and almost always associated with that movement. It doesn’t help that it’s dinner time and I had a small lunch. I don’t want to eat yet though. 

10:13 PM

I’m PISSED that a lot of my Rice a Roni cups tend to get compromised. Like 1/4 of them. Sometimes they’ll be clearly broke open at the seal but other times the seal will just be weak and the powder inside will be all clumpy which it isn’t supposed to be. And they won’t cook right so I end up not eating those. The thing is they are probably fine, its just rice and seasoning powder. It’s probably okay if they end up not being air tight like the oatmeal I buy which comes in paper bags that are not perfectly sealed. These things are my comfort food when I don’t feel good and I only got 1 left. I hope my parents go to town soon so I can stock up. 

11:14 PM

I feel ashamed documenting all this here because I feel crazy. I ended up taking one of the pills because I’m still afraid and I feel that bad I guess. I dont know whats wrong with me. There’s a slight chance I might have a low grade fever, I think my temperature is a little high for this hour. It’s 98.5 which obviously sounds fine but I think it usually reads 98.0 or less at this hour. But Im not sure. To be safe I decided to take the pill. I still think it’s probably just something going through but I don’t know. Either way I should feel better tomorrow. I just gotta relax. 

I need to try not to get in my own head too much. If left unchecked, I tend to believe I MUST be sick. Its still very likely I’m fine and will feel better soon. I have to accept it when it happens otherwise I’ll keep feeling bad because I believe I should. 

12:01 AM

I started feeling better in the bathroom. I don’t know if it’s the pill kicking in or (without TMI) what happened in the bathroom. History tells me whatever was bothering me is out or at least almost out and I should feel better. I guess I’ll have to see.

I can’t wait to read all this later and be ashamed. But I’m documenting it so I can dissect it later. 

1:05 AM

I gotta be brave and go to bed. I feel pretty okay right now but I worry there COULD be something going on with my tummy and the pill I took will wear off and I’ll wake up to nausea. Unlikely but possible. I have to sleep though. 

Gotta resist waking up and giving myself mad head. 

[leopardsealz-remaking]

wait does everyone know abt the ross seal

[machi-luvv]

"You're quite something, hm?"

You and Lisa take an aphrodisiac.

Character(s) : Lisa, and Lisa only. ;)

- Fem!Reader

Warning(s) : NSFW, alcohol, aphrodisiac use, Lisa uses a strap, mommy kink, overstim, ass slapping, praise and degradation, dacryphilia, Lisa's possessive, i make up for it at the end i promise

This is really just me sating my desire for Lisa to actually ruin me! Ive never used tumblr, but I present this to you, because im just wonderful like that. <3

Have fun!!

You shivered underneath the blankets, thinking of your lover. Today was rough, and all you craved at the moment was her touch.

Lisa usually returned home at around 10:00 pm, or earlier, depending on her mood (or laziness). Though it was now midnight, and you stayed anxiously awaiting her return.

A bit frustrated, you got up out of bed. A sudden urge for a drink plagued your mind. At times like these, thats all that could really comfort you. Making your way to the living room, you opened the cabinet, gazing at all the liquors. "What's this?" You questioned, bringing up a purple tinted flask. It had no label, only the color to show. "I don't remember buying this.." you muttered, but still opened the glass. You brought it up to your nose, wafting the air. It had an odd smell, but so did every other alcohol in the world. Without a second thought, you sealed it. You walked over to grab a glass to pour it in, when you hear the front door open.

"Y/N? I'm home!" You hear Lisa yell. "I'm in the kitchen!" You respond, readying two glasses now.

Lisa sauntered towards the room, eyeing you shamelessly in your nightgown. You smiled at her, looking at the bag she held. "You look delightful, but what are you doing up?" "Well, I was waiting for you, but it didn't seem like you were coming anytime soon. What held you up?" You question, a kind of upset look on your face. "I'm sorry dear, there was so many books to put up, and it was a bit too much for me." She answers sincerely. "That's okay, i'm not mad, I did find an odd flask of liquor though, want to drink?" You ask, both glasses in hand while you wait for her answer. "Darling, of course, but it's quite late. Are you positive you want to?" "Very much so." You say, walking towards the couch you shared. You placed both glasses on the table in front. "Now.. take a look at this." You turn around, presenting the purple flask to Lisa. She scans it for a second, till her mouth turns into a small smirk. "Oh, we're drinking this old thing?" She asks, taking a few steps in your direction. "You know.. that's a stimulant." She states as she turns her head towards you, her smile still sticking on her face. "A stimulant for...?" "For your sexual desires, cutie." Your face goes beet red, and you place the flask down in embarrassment. "Oh! Well- uhm. You bought it? 'Cause I for sure don't remember even seeing it before." You question, still embarrassed from the information. "Yes, I bought it for us." She picks the glass back up, holding it in front of you. "We could try it tonight you know? A cutie like yourself should have some fun every now and then" She giggles, pressing the alcohol up to your chest for you to take hold of. "I'd love to see you in such a state.." She mumbles as she rubs a hand against your hip in a suggestive manner. "Okay okay... we can try it, just a little." You say, still just as red, but excited. She smiles, placing the bag she held in her other hand next to the couch. "What did you buy?" You ask. "Just some lotions and other useful things" she says as she gestures you to sit down. You didn't question it.

About an hour passed, and you could already feel the effects taking place. Lisa was ranting off about the day, laughing occasionally at herself for small jokes she'd make. She picked up her glass to take a drink, but took a glance at your wandering eyes. "Did the drink kick in yet, cutie? You have quite the stare." She teases, but you smile at her words. "Maybe, it isn't my fault you're so..." You sit a little closer to her, leaving your hand on her cheek. She stared as you rubbed against her body. Taking in how drugged up you looked.

"...enticing."

"Really? You flatter me." She smiles, holding your neck to pull you into a kiss. It was innocent, at first. She took her other hand to your thigh, letting her nails run on bare skin. You took it upon yourself to deepen the kiss, letting yourself go. It was unbelievable how much this liquid enhanced your senses. The both of you still sat next to each other, attempting to contain yourselves while you touched each other like horny teenagers. Your hands trembling on her face as she begins to grope your ass, pulling a strained moan out of you.

She positioned herself towards you, pushing you down into the cushions. "Archons.." you mumble, eyes half-lidded with lust. "Shhh love.." she tells you as she drives a hand up your thigh, teasingly. You whine in anticipation as her hand kneads your soft skin. "What do you want me to do my love?" She questions. "What? Lisa.. please are you serious.." you say frustrated, how was she going to ask you such a question in an obvious situation. "Lisa? Really.." She says with a serious expression, pulling herself off of you, despite her own needs. "No!- Wait, I'm sorry.." She glares at you with waiting eyes, her hand still positioned on your thigh. "I'm sorry mommy.." You whisper. "There it is." She says excitedly, laying herself on you again wasting no time to rub at your clothed clit. You nearly cry out with the sudden contact, being more horny than usual has you as sensitive as ever. "Mommy's going to take care of you baby." She tells you, taking a hand to slip off your panties. The air hitting you makes you cry out. "Please, touch me.." She smiles, taking two fingers to your pussy. You moan loudly, but slap your hand on your mouth to try and muffle the lewd noises. "Mm baby now don't do that.." she says, taking your hand and replacing it with her mouth. She runs her tongue over your lips before plunging forward. She takes you all in, letting herself moan against you. Her hands rubbing against your clit stimulating you even more. "Mommy.. please.." you mumble against her. Grinding your hips on her fingers, to get a pace going. She quickly plunges her fingers inside of you, making you moan out in pleasure. "Mommy's got you, I'll make you feel so good"

You flush at her words, the way she speaks to you ignites a whole other feeling. Her long fingers hit every aching crevice in your pussy, plunging in and out quickly. The pace has you uncontrollably moaning for her, the pleasure becoming all too much. You feel a strong ache, a knowing feeling. "Mommy I'm gonna cum!-" You nearly scream, and she gives you such a lustful look. "Cum my love, you're so good for me." You kiss her roughly as your body convulses, all the sensitivity catching up to you. You can feel her smile on your lips, but you separate as your mouth makes a small "o" shape. She watches the face you make, whispering dirty words in your ear as you orgasm. "You're so slutty for mommy hm? I make you feel so good don't I? Mommy is just everything to you isn't she?"

After a moment Lisa pulls away completely, leaving you confused. "What are you doing?..." you ask, sounding pathetic with your higher pitch. She reaches for her bag, pulling out a strap. "I'm doing you with this." She states, with the biggest smile across her face. Your face turns a harsh crimson, but you don't protest. The thought of her stretching you out has you aching all over again. "That's what you bought?.." You ask, staring at the large size of it. "That's right." You watch as she undresses, her figure never looking any less perfect. She pulls her strap up to her lower half and adjusts it. Once she's done she gives you an amused look. "Come here." Sitting back on the couch, she makes you straddle her. "I want to see all the cute expressions you'll make.." She helps you pull off your nightgown, and places kisses on your bare skin.

You look at her with an excited expression, holding her strap to your entrance. "You've got this baby, mommy's right here." That reassurance was all you needed.

You sink down slowly, moaning as her strap fills you up to the brim. It burns, but it's such a good feeling. Suddenly, Lisa gives you a rough slap on your ass, making you arch forward in pain. "You're such a whore for mommy, hm?" She tells you, close up to your ear in a near whisper, snaking her hands all over your body. She grabs your ass with no warning, and pulls you down onto the strap. Her hands set into a motion, pulling you up and down at a quick pace. "Ah!- Mommy please!.. Slow down!" You moan, but she ignores you. Forcing you down as she nuzzles her face into your neck. "You're all mine, no one else's."

Is this what Lisa was like when she was stimulated like this? These are her true feelings?

She starts sucking onto your neck, placing her hands on your tits as you got situated to the speed. Moving all on your own now. "Yes!- I'm all yours mommy! You fuck me so good!" You're so overwhelmed with pleasure at this point. Tears welling up in your eyes as you rock your hips even harder. "Archons- it's so good.." your voice breaks a bit, making Lisa stop her movements. She sits up to get a good look at you. Your tears already falling, as you mutter to her "I love you so much.. I'm all yours." You couldn't tell with your current state of mind, but she was in shock. Seeing you so drugged and drunk on her strap, crying, proclaiming your love for her..

It made her insanely aroused.

A smile crept on her face, "Mommy loves you too baby, you're so hot like this.." she brought herself down to your chest, sucking on your breasts vigorously. "Mm- yes! Archons yes!" You yell out, still roughly fucking yourself on her strap. Is this really what that drink did to you? "Mommy's got you baby, I've got you." She holds up your body, keeping it still as she pulls her legs up. You're confused for a second, before she thrusts her hips upward, pushing into you at an intense speed. All you can do is grip her shoulders as she holds your ass up. "Oh my- Mommy please!- Fuck..!" The feeling is too much, tears in your eyes, her thrusts are just so quick and deep. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting your tears fall as you feel another orgasm coming. Lisa pulls you even closer, still thrusting into you. "You look so slutty, so good for me. Are you gonna cum for mommy?" "Yes! Please, don't stop-!" you beg, your grip on her shoulders tightening. You don't know how she has the strength to keep the pace up, but you feel too good to question it. Finally, your orgasm washes over you. You hide your face in the crook of her neck, moaning. Thighs shaking as your body freezes, and your cum drips from the strap. You can feel her hands let go of your thighs, letting you rest. The both of your rough breathing echoes in the room, but you hear a small laugh come from Lisa.

"You're quite something, hm?" She breathes out, and you bring yourself up to look at her. "That was.. really good." "I can tell." She smiles, taking her hand to wipe away your tears. You can't help but hug her, lying on her body again, taking in her scent. She wraps her arms around you. "I love you Y/N." "I love you too Lisa." She lets you sit to the side while she removes her strap. You feel like you can pass out right there. Standing up, she puts an arm under your legs, and one underneath your back. Picking you up bridal style. "Let's get washed up and head to bed, how does that sound?" "Absolutely wonderful" You say, letting your head rest against her.

You definitely have to try that again.

Its the way I kept adding more warnings the further i got for me. �� smh

[josiewrites]

Yours to Tame

I’m finally feeling okay enough to write again!! 

I haven't know peace since the BCC formed, and last night hurt my soul. So I'm fixing it. Bryan and Wheeler deserve better.

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Wheeler sighed as he walked into his hotel room, grateful to have a few minutes alone. He should be happy; the BCC won all their matches tonight, and it was his birthday. So why was he still so tense?

Leaning against the door, Wheeler admitted the answer to himself.

"Fucking Bryan."

He wasn't sure when Bryan's focus shifted from him to Garcia, but he knew the breaking point was long past. After Bryan strapped the Pure Championship, his Pure Championship, around Garcia's waist, all Wheeler saw was red.

Kicking off his shoes, he threw his bag on the floor as he flopped onto the bed, face buried in the pillows. Was he mad at Bryan? He was much past mad at this point, he was pissed. But beneath the anger was the dull ache of sadness.

A knock from the door pulled him from his thoughts, and he pushed himself up off the bed. "I just need a few more minutes, Claudio," he started as he opened the door. "I-"

Standing at the door wasn't the gentle Swiss giant, but the very man Wheeler ached over seeing. "You got a minute, Wheeler?"

Bryan's voice was level, but his crystal blue eyes were distant. Wheeler felt that anger boil up in him again, same as at the arena. But Bryan was still his teammate, his mentor, his friend, still his…

With a shrug, Wheeler stepped aside and let Bryan in, closing the door behind them. "Congratulations," he said simply, leaning against the door again, arms crossed against his chest.

"Happy birthday," Bryan murmured softly, turning to face Wheeler. "I meant to tell you earlier, but…" his voice trailed off, and Wheeler saw something he never thought could even exist in the tactical mind of Bryan Danielson.

Trepidation.

Wheeler searched Bryan's expression, hoping to find something, anything, to cling to. But it seemed as though Bryan's mind was elsewhere.

"You're really thinking about him right now?"

The words left Wheeler's lips before he could even process them, but his heart has decided what to say. "Even now, with me, you're thinking about him?" His voice tightened and he felt tears well up in his eyes, but he didn't care. Bryan needed to know how bad he'd hurt him, how angry he was. He needed Bryan to know. "How long has that been going on? Since I first joined? Since this first happened? Since we first happened?" He launched himself off the door and approached Bryan with a quickness, the same one that made him deadly in the ring.

"Did you pretend I was him every time?"

Bryan’s gaze met Wheeler’s, and in it was the fire Wheeler had grown so familiar with. “Really?” His voice was filled with venom, but there was underlying pain. “After everything we’ve been through? After everything I’ve done, you think that about me?" He stepped towards Wheeler, pressing his forehead against the younger man's. "When you bled for this," he whispered, faintly tracing the letters 'BCC' on Wheeler's chest with a gentle fingertip, "I knew you were special."

Wheeler closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his mentor, his woodsy cologne, his clean soap, just…him. "Make me believe it," he whispered, opening his eyes to peer into Bryan's.

Without a moment's hesitation, Bryan surged forward, sealing his lips over Wheeler's. Wheeler's breath hitched against Bryan's mouth, caught off guard by the older man's movements. As angry as he was, Wheeler still found himself relaxing into the kiss, drinking in everything that was Bryan Danielson, making him his again.

"It was always you," Bryan panted, one hand dragging down Wheeler's chest as Wheeler's hands gripped his hips. "Do you feel that?" He took one of Wheeler's hands and rested it on his growing hardness. "Do you think he does this to me like you do? Think he gets me hard like this, can make me beg like you do?" His hips bucked up instinctively as Wheeler caressed him. "It was always you, Wheeler."

Wheeler gasped, his hand dipping below Bryan's waistband. "That's right," he breathed in Bryan's ear as he tightened his grip, pumping him slightly. "You're mine, Bryan. He wishes he could get you like this."

"Fuck, Wheeler," Bryan panted, his head lolling back as Wheeler bit and sucked against his throat. "Fuck, I'm sorry, please, fuck."

Pulling away, Wheeler smirked, proud of the mark he left on his mentor before releasing his grip. Bryan released a low growl in protest, but Wheeler's smirk only deepened. "That's what I like hearing." He chuckled as Bryan fought to regain his composure. "I'm going to celebrate my birthday with Claudio and Mox. You're coming with me. And afterwards, maybe, we'll pick up where we left off. Understood?" Bryan grumbled an affirmative as Wheeler kissed his forehead. "Good boy, Bryan."

[valeriwa]

that charming bastard suna rintaro x fem!reader fantasy!au entry for the amazing @ichigomis's nice to meet you collab <3 hope you like it! a/n: too much plot and not enough suna im sorry wc: 1.1k

being the young queen has been tiring and relentless. it's difficult to keep up with the intense pace the palace has set for you. the court throws politics at you, and sneers when you turn to your advisor. you didn't realize that then noblemen would be so against your not taking a king.

they've officially tried to make your rule harder, hiding behind saccharine smiles and false truths. sometimes, you wished you were born a bit crueler but this was who you were.

"what is it this time?" your tired eyes followed one of your lady-in-waiting, who was anxiously holding a letter. she jumped, startled and timidly gave you the envelope. you flipped the letter, examining the seal. it resembled the face of a fox.

"the empire of inarizaki sent this, i suppose?" the lady-in-waiting nodded. you took the letter opener and sliced through the seal. the letter inside was written in extraordinary penmanship.

"they're sending one of their archdukes to me to negotiate an alliance." it was not specified which prince but you could only assume it would be archduke shinsuke, the oldest of the four.

you took out your own parchment to write the reply. it wasn't an odd request, though the thought of having to prepare for the prince would only add to your growing headache.

you'll think about it later.

they said that he'd arrive in two weeks, enough time to clear up the pressing matters at hand. however, the only thing on your mind was relaxation. one of the dukes, the one who had something against your marital status, decided to stir some trouble again.

"your majesty, your tiredness is getting the better of you. surely, you must find a spouse to share the burden with." gasps rose when they heard the duke's terribly blunt statement. he could easily get imprisoned for that. and maybe if you had a harsher reputation, he wouldn't have dared to say it.

you were tired. but who isn't when they run a country?

"duke, you're awfully invested in my wellbeing. daresay, you want to be my husband and share the burden with you? if i'd known, i'd let you down easier." your snarky retort had the court burst into light giggles. the duke, himself, started blubbering and reddening.

you dismissed the court shortly afterwards. you were left alone in the throne room save for your personal array of guards.

you had heard there was festivities in town tonight, and you planned to kick back and relax. the thought made you sigh in satisfaction. you looked to your guards, wondering whether to bring one or not.

it would be dangerous to not bring one, and utterly irresponsible. but you were not going to be under watch tonight. it was sort of ridiculous to be queen and still be stopped from doing what you wanted.

you walked back to your room, footsteps heavy. the guards stopped at different places, all close to your doorway. the multiple ladies-in-waiting stood, ready to help. you waved them off, telling them explicitly that you wanted to sleep to the morning and to not disturb you till that time.

they left, and the sudden urge to actually sleep overcame you. but no, the town would give you calm that sleep could never. you dressed in your plainest dress, and a hooded robe to keep you undetected.

this was going to be your night, and you would soak in the festivities and leave with a lighter heart.

the little tavern was bustling with activity. mugs filled with ale were being passed around, and you couldn't help but smile.

it was lively, a change of pace from the dreary palace walls. although you did love being the queen, it didn't seem like your ministers were on the same page.

"would you like a drink, miss?" a man dressed in more extravagant clothes than the rest appeared. he made you somewhat uneasy; you didn't particularly want anyone to approach you in fear that someone would recognize you.

"sure," you replied which made him shout an order over the noise. the barkeeper nodded, getting to work.

"what's your name, miss? would hate to keep calling a lovely lady like you miss," he said, his eyes glinting when you let out a laugh.

"only if you tell me yours, kind sir." he looked away, chuckling and nodding his head. shrugging in a way to say that's fair.

"then i suppose we should let the air of mystery remain?" he said, one corner of his lip upturned. you smiled, the hood resting at your hairline so he could see your face.

you had just barely noticed but he spoke with an accent. maybe you hadn't registered earlier because you were, well, slightly enamored by him.

"you're not from around here, are you?" you asked, drinking the just served ale. the man raised an eyebrow in fascination, clicking his tongue and made a gesture with his hand to say go on.

"you have a weird accent sir, and i've never seen someone with eyes like yours." your admittance had him looking right at you. there was almost triumph in those eyes.

"you're right, this is my first time in this kingdom. any other observations, miss?" he had leaned forward, still holding eye contact.

"a nobleman, perhaps? why would a noble be caught up with the commoners, i wonder?"

"i wonder too," he said, hands touching yours. what did he mean by that? does he not know why he came here. or maybe, just maybe, he's wondering why another noble came here? you, perhaps? wild speculation, yes, but it couldn't calm the racing of your heart.

you opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. you were lost in his intense gaze. his hand slowly grazed your back and up till the back of your neck.

there was barely an inch between the two of you. his eyes flickered to your lips, an almost inaudible gasp leaving your mouth at his action.

"may i?" his breath was warm and you leaned forward to close the gap. it was brief, a peck really. you pulled away, cheeks red and lips trembling in anticipation.

your hood had fallen off while you were er, immersed in the activity and he put it back on, and then kissing you harder, deeper. his hands fell to your waist, and yours wandered up to his hair.

he pulled away, breathless but grinning. the realization of what you did was just creeping in. the carelessness of it all had you reeling. if anyone found out—you didn't even want to think about that.

"i'm terribly sorry miss, but i'm afraid this is where we must part."

"that's okay sir, i have somewhere to be as well." you had to get out of here, before anything worse happens.

"maybe this is why nobles come here," he said, answering your question from earlier. but the way he phrased it was strange, applicable to all nobles. to you. but he doesn't know who you are.

"maybe. i wouldn't know."

"announcing archduke suna rintaro of the empire of inarizaki."

you were on your throne, dressed in one of your more fancier gowns and the crown rested atop your head. a delegation from the empire emerged led by the archduke.

your eyes widened, breath caught in your throat when he looked at you. memories of a fortnight ago flashed in your mind. you were supposed to make a greeting but the shock had rendered you speechless.

"what an incredible honor to have finally met you, your majesty," he said, bowing deeply. he tilted his head imperceptibly, as to not catch the attention of onlookers, to flash you a grin. like a secret only you two knew about.

that charming bastard. you couldn't help the smile that overcame your face.

maybe you should send the duke an apology letter for thoroughly breaking his heart.

[x3kristax3]

Part 20 

We finally pull in front of my loft and Jessy is there.

"Everything okay?" Asks Jake

"Yeah i know you guys had plans for tonight alone but i need some girl talk with my bestie" she says

"Okay but you owe me" he says with a weird facial expression 

"Let me know when your home, okay?" I say

"Will do"

I lean in and kiss him "i love you" i say then look surprised as that's the first time i said it

He smiles "i love you too" he says pull out of the parking spot

Jessy and I go inside. I grab 2 plastic cups and pore something strong to drink

"So what is it that you couldnt wait and needed to tell me tonight" she says standing

"Your gonna need to sit down and this can't be repeated" i say

"Okay lips are sealed" she says sitting down

"When i got off the phone with you we were at his friends house. Well i stood outside the door and they were talking" i say taking a drink

"Well what did you hear?" She asks

"He plans eventually to propose to me with this ring. He  said the moment he saw me even though i was so mad at him he knew I was the one for him" i finally get out

"Oh my god! So he is planning it" she says

"Yeah just no idea when and i don't want him to know i know okay?" I say. As i say that there is a knock on my door and I look at Jessy. "Did you tell anyone i was home?" I ask

"No i didn't"

I look through the peekhole and see nothing.

I open the door and I smell Jake's cologne but someone grabs me real fast and puts a blindfold on me. I hear a sshh and the door close. I start kicking and screaming and i smell Jake again.

"Jake is that you?" I ask, getting super scared but no answer "Jessy?" 

"Yeah they got me too" she says in a scared tone

"Please we don't have anything you want just let us go" i start crying

An unknown voice says "give me that ring" as i feel someone take if off

"Please no that ring isn't worth anything" i say crying

"Thats where your wrong this stone is priceless" says that voice again

I start going into a panic attack as im pulled out of a van."Please just let us go. You can have the ring" i cry.

As i do my hands are untied and the blindfold comes off my eyes are still closed. As i hear the voice "look up at me"

I look up and see Jake.

I turn around and there is rose petals said will you marry me

I turn to face Jake and he's on one knee with the ring in hand. I walk away and he stays. I look and see Jessy and Dan standing off to the side. I turn back to Jake and he's standing up. He put on a button down shirt and is confused. "I'm sorry this was too fast" he says reaching for my hand but i pull away.

"You promised to never hurt me. I started having a panic attack cause i thought i was being kidnapped and robbed" i say with tears still streaming down my face

"I'm sorry, i thought…."

"You thought that the romanic gesture behind you and you being on one knew would make it all okay?" I say

"Krista the kidnapping was my idea" says Dan trying to help Jake

"He still let it happen and YOU of all people should of known better. We had a conversation about all of this one night at the bar. You didn't want to drink but came to hang out cause you were bored" i say in tears

Jessy hugs me

"Krista things were suppose to happen different but Jessy wanting the girls night kinda messed it up" say Jake

"You could of done it another night" i say with Jessy just hugging me

"Please Krista" jake say and I can tell his geart is breaking

I let go of jessy "you sure?" She asks

I turn to him "I'm not gonna answer your question. I just can't." I say still in tears

He reaches for me "I'm sorry" as i walk into him and he holds me.I finally stop crying in his arms. "Im so sorry Krista i shouldn't have done this. We had such an amazing day and i just wanted to finish it with a night to remember. Please at least take the ring back" he says

I grab it and slide it on.  My left hand and look at it i see jake noticed what I did. I take it off and put it back on my right hand.

His gets a notification and its from Julie. I walk away then turn around " she knew you were going to huh? Thats why you wanted me to meet her." I say still upset

"She knew i wanted to propose to you. She didn't know when or any of the details. This whole thing was suppose to happen different. Can I take you home?" He asks

"Yes but you can't stay" i say

*****

I wake up to my alarm going off and roll out of bed. There is noone else in the loft so i just grab a robe. I head downstairs and make coffee. Im sitting in the kitchen looking out the window and I see Jakes jeep. I look at the time and its 8am. Normally he doesn't stop by this early. I throw on a jacket and boots and walk out to his jeep. He's sleeping in the back. 

I knock on the window and I see him jump.

"Come inside its to cold" i say as i head back in. A few minutes later he comes in.

"After last night I couldn't leave you" he says. He sees me playing with the ring in my fingers. "If you don't want it back even as a promise ring you don't have to wear it" he says

"I don't know what hand to put it on '' I say as tears start forming. "Minus the whole kidnapping thing that was exactly how i imagined you proposing to me so in my heart I still want to say Yes and kiss you."

"But….." he says pouring a cup of coffee

"But i was so scared Jake. Specially after how this all started with Duskwood. For all i knew i was being kidnapped" i say as i put my head in my hands on the counter

He pulls me close "I'm sorry sometimes I don't think of the consequences… but last night when I saw how mad you were it dawned on me and I realized in that moment I could lose this forever" he says

"I almost called Phil this morning caused I couldn't call Dan" i say

"What would you have said" he asks

"I dont know but after last night im expecting him to just show up cause Jessy probably told him" as i say that there is a knock on the door

"Krista its Phil. I see Jakes Jeep let me in so i can protect you" Phil yells through the door

I sigh "give me a few minutes. He's in here" i say back." I head upstairs and get dressed i throw on a pair of jeans and a sweater. As I come downstairs Jake must have let Phil in. "Really Jake?" I say crossing my arms

"I'm gonna head out anyway. Let me know what you decide" he notices as i put the ring on a chain around my neck and he leaves.

"You really let him stay the night?" Says Phil

"He slept in his Jeep I went out and got him this morning cause we needed to talk. And we were not done when you showed up"

"Well Jessy told me. You can't let him do that to you as he grabs the chain and pulls it breaks it.

"What the hell Phil?" I yell

"I told you this already he doesnt deserve you and even wearing this ring means your letting him walk all over you." He says putting it in his jean pocket

I put my hand out "thats not yours to take. Give it back" 

"Nope" i reach my hand in his pocket and he smiles i pull out 2 rings

I look confused.

"You have 2 choices…. Ring 1 will take you back to Jake the other ring is a chance with me"

"You realize you don't have a chance right after what you pulled with Ashley right?" I say tossing his ring at him and putting Jakes on. I do it so fast i don't realize i put it on my left hand

He pushes me against the counter and kisses me. As he does Jake walks back in see us and turns around. I push Phil away "get out" i say as i fall to the floor in tears

"He doesnt deserve you" he says

As he walks out my door Jake meets him with a punch to the face and walks in and locks the door. I look up and see the frustration on his face. "Did you really pick him?" He asks me instead of me answering I show him my right hand "there isn't anything there." I look and noticed i put it on my left and I show him. He sits on the floor in front of me and pulls me close. We hear Phil outside banging on the door. " want me to deal with him?"

"No can i see your phone to call Jessy" i say

He hands me his phone and I call Jessy

She picks up "what do you want after what you did to Krista last night?" Shes mad

"Hey it's Krista. Please tell me your not at the garage yet we need your help. Your brother is banging on my door" i say

"What happened?" She asks

"He showed up, Jake left. He broke the necklace i put the ring in this morning and tried to get another chance. When i tossed the ring for him at him he kissed me and Jake saw waited for hin outside and punched him and locked us both in the loft but now he's banging on my door over and over again" i say

"I'll be right there…. Ill tell Dan too" she says

"Thanks" i say hanging up the phone 

We hear Phil yell "get out here Jake don't run and hide after one punch let's fight this out"

"He's not gonna let up until i give in to him" As he says that i hear Dan and Jessy outside. He goes to grab the door and Phil falls in cause Dan threw him against the door

"I warned you Phil to stay away from her. She has a good thing with Jake and you're not gonna be the one to ruin that." 

"Fine, can I just say something?" Phil asks as he look at me

'Go ahead" i say crossing my arms

"Since our first conversation i wanted to see where things went but I guess I'm just gonna be your boss cause shit your friends are crazy" he says as he gets up. Jake grabs his jacket

"Jake don't" I say he lets him go and Phil walks away

"Thanks Jessy and Dan" i say as Jake walks out to the garage

"Wait what hand is that ring on?" Says Jessy

"Im just testing it out but bye get to work. Ill see you guys tonight at the bar. A drink on me for each of you" i say closing the door.

I go to check on Jake and he's punching the punching bag without gloves on. "Here lets get some gloves on you" i say

"No you have no idea how much I wanted to pound his face and you wouldn't let me" he says

"If Dan tried anymore i would of stopped him too" i say leaning on the mustang he looks at me. 

He grabbed my hand and pulls me close. "You know we're completely alone right? Last time We were out here there was a house full of people"

I smile "yeah i know… why do you think i shut the door on Jessy and Dan knowing you were coming out here" 

He smiles and grabs my chin and kisses me deep. He feels me go weak. "Before we go further. Which hand is that ring staying on" he says breaking the kiss but staying close

I try to lean in and kiss him but he keeps pulling away. "The hand its on" i say

He grabs my left hand and feels it on there. He picks me up.

We wake up in my bed and Jakes look at me "was it worth it all?"

"Yes" i say as I curl up into him.

*******************The End********************

[dulceackles]

How much salt can ants handle / Victoria De angelis

Requested: no 

summary: as the night sets y/n finds herself suffering with anxiety. However, she gets a call from victoria who takes her on an adventure beautiful enough to ease her racing mind and a broken heart.

Pairing: Victoria De Angelis x reader (she/her, third person)

word count: 1.7k

content and warnings: angst, tw anxiety

In a dim light the room looked heavy. Like the walls might stumble and the sealing might fall. In a dim light of her bedroom, y/n felt her mind touch the rye needle. The art of taking things easy was something y/n had never learned. In her mind, she didn’t know where the world ended or who loved her. A lot of the time what she knew was only the crooked feeling of her own skin tightening around her like a rigid corset or her breathing getting stuck in her throat. And so t was that night too. 

She couldn’t tell what were the big things so she made the big out of them all. And the future full of big things made itself terrifying to a small human. Y/n got up from her bed. She had been trying to sleep thoughts away but what didn’t come as a surprise, head full of disasters was hard to sleep with. The cold floor felt piercing underneath her bare feet. Slowly she walked to the old sofa sitting in the back of  her living room. 

Sometimes she made a list in her head of all the bad things that could happen. And after that, if she was ever ready, she made a list of all the bad ways she could react to the bad things happening. A lot of the time it felt like the birds didn’t arrive at the glow of spring or like the sky never cleared. She knew most of her fears were irrational, stupid as someone would say. Still, everything stopped them from going away. She wished that maybe when she was older it’d get easier but more than that she feared they never would. 

Corset, that was her skin was. Then what sounded like a firework in the silence, her phone rang. She looked at her phone screen with her tired eyes. It was Victoria. A million bad things could have happened for her to call y/n at night, atleast that’s what y/n thought but as she answered the phone, she heard Victoria’s warming voice. 

"Hi," her voice was energetic like it wasn't midnight at all. "I hope I didn't wake you up."

Victoria knew y/n ralely slept at those hours. Many times they had been texting at two o'clock in night, wishing time would stop and night would last little longer. And y/n loved that about her, that like the sky was for mountains she was always there for her. Over the last year that she had known her she had grown feelings towards her she was too afraid to admit outload.

"Oh no, i was awake." Y/n muttered to the phone her voice still slightly shaking and she wished Victoria wouldn't notice. She wasn't feeling great but Victoria defendly had snapped her out of her own stormy mind.

"I can't sleep, I think I took a little too long nap at 5 pm but I also heard there's a blood moon tonight," Victoria explained herself from the other side of the line. "So wanna come to watch it with me? To the swing?"

The swing was the place Victoria had showed y/n the first time they ever met. They'd been drunk at friends' party and the story had taken elsewhere and so the two girls had found each other on this forgotten field with only the threes and one old swing.

"a blood moon?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah. Thought i'd be pretty cool." Y/n could only imagine the expression Victoria had on her face. Sometimes she got really excited over spontanious things and y/n never wanted to be the one to ruin it.

"Sure let's go." Y/n said to the phone. She was pretty happy about getting outside the dark apartment she had been rotting in for the past few days and feeling all the emotions she didn't want to feel.

"Good cus im already at your door." Victoria laughed.

“What?” Y/n trots to the window on her left and as she looks down to the apartment front, she indeed sees the light-haired girl with a big smile on her face under the street lights.

Y/n chuckles a little bit, "alright, I'll come down in a sec."

There was only one store in the whole tinpot sleeping town that was open during the night and even though it meant a little longer walk, the girls were certain the moon could not be watched without a family-sized pack of chips.

The greenish-yellow drugstore light flickered over them as they searched the stacks from those one specific brand of cheap flavored chips they had grown found over mainly because it was what they always bought when they were together and it was night. It had become this unwritten rule that where there was night, food, Victoria and y/n, the food was these chips.

“I swear to God if they don't have them.” Victoria already blustered until both of their eyes snatched into the orange pack with pretentious font over it.

"There!" Both of them yelped at the same time causing the tired-looking cashier to glared at them like he was about to kick them out simply because the girls were too awake for him to have them in his store at that time of the night but then again, he hated drunk party people more than he hated night owls.

Victoria and y/n grabbed the chip back and ran to the cash register like there was only one second left. And how could have they known but as the chip back flowted on the black assembly line, y/n felt as if maybe there was.

" thank you!" Victoria thanked the cashier as she grabbed y/n's hand and began to hasten out of the store.

Victoria's shoft hand felt electric on y/n skin. Sometimes it almost slipped from her mouth that she wished Victoria's hand would never leave hers or more so that no stranger's hand would ever find Victoria's. But of course over anything she wished as an endlessly burning sun that one day Victoria would hold someone's hand that maybe was stranger to her but a lover to Victoria. Sometimes she wish it could have been her but something behind her eat whispered to her that prehaps she was the worst thing Victoria had ever gotten attached to and that's why it never slipped from her month.

The moon indeed was red that night. Hanging in the sky it shimmered the earth with its red cast. The dirt underneath their toes rustled as they finally reached the swing.

"Take a swing, I'll see how many chips you can catch." Victoria said as she opened the chip back and prepared herself to aim at y/n's month.

Y/n giggled. She maybe had played the game last time in elementary school but she also remembered being good at it.

Y/n pushes herself into the swing and launched herself forward, trying to get into the best speed possible.

The rough old rope felt foul against y/n palms as she holds onto the swing and Victoria tried to throw chips at her but quite frankly, in the dark y/n couldn't tell at all where the chips were flying at.

"This was harder than I remembered." Y/n laught as victoria waved her hands.

"Did you catch any?" Victoria giggled. They both knew this was dumb but it was the best part of it.

"No I mean one hit my face and that was the closest one" y/n stopped the swing from swinging.

"Damn. Well, the ants gonna have a diner party tonight then." Victoria walked closer to y/n and sat on her lap to the swing. A lot of the times they just came to the swing to sit and talk and because there was only one swing, they quite often also tested the ability and streight of the old ropes holding the swing on the tree.

"Not sure how much salt the ants can handle tho." Y/n said as she wrapped her arms around Victoria.

"Me either, maybe not at all." Victoria said as she watched the moon over them. "It is red indeed." Victoria signed.

"Yeah, it is." Y/n could smell the sweet smell of her soft hair. She wanted to lean her head against her neck but resisted because what she thought was prevailed to exposing the truth that she thought she was hiding.

"You know what else was red? Your eyes when you came down the stairs." Victoria got up and turned to face her. "So what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Vic." Y/n let her cold hands fall to her lap.

"I also know when you lie." Victoria crossed her arms, eyeing y/n who still sat on the squeaky swing.

Y/n just stared right back of her. She didn't really know what to say or how to express what was wrong. In a way, she hoped she'd understand or that she'd know how she felt when everything felt big and the sky was falling. But she also feared she was a blue burden and so she didn't know what to say.

Victoria signed. It spiked y/n's heart because she didn't want to make her frustrated or angry with her, she just didn't know what to say and she didn't feel brave enough either.

But what came to y/n as an suprise, Victoria leaned little bit forward and pressed her warm lips againgst her fraught onces. Victoria's lips felt soft against hers and her tongue slowly traced her lips. It was tender sweet and y/n heart race and blush rose as she tasted Victoria. Y/n lifted her hands to gently pull her closer and Victoria slightly smiled into the kiss of how into it y/n was getting.

Soon Victoria pulled away, leaving y/n swollen lips. She looked up to her and Victoria gently run her thumb over y/n's lips before sitting back into her lap and wrapping y/n's arms back around her.

"When you feel like talking just tell me." She said as she watched the moon that was just as red as was her heart. "I truly believe you'd feel better if you sometimes talked to someone."

Y/n nobbed, and then she wrapped her arms tighter around her snuggled her head into her neck.

[tparker48]

Request for Preyslavee

Today Tyler's folks were out of town as they called him to watch the house. He would be sitting in the living watching a little bit of TV as he enjoyed his snacks.

"So this what its like to be an to run the house. Sure im small, but at least the folks trust me to look after it. Don't have work breathing down my neck, got the tv, and more importantly, i got the house all to myself" Tyler said stretching his body before slouching onto the couch. "Ah, nothing can stop it from where im sitting" as he watched the television, a shadow appeared above him as giant ass hovered above. Before he could react, it soon hurtled towards as his vision was covered my mounds of muscle. He was able to shout on the inside. But on the outside, nothing but the softened muffle was the only thing to signal where he was underneath.

"Surprise squirt! Didn't expect to see my little brother here"

"Grgh! Daniel?! What are you doing here?"

"What's it look like im doing? Watching the house to keep it safe. And it looks like i caught a slacker" he felt Tyler push against his cheeks as he felt his little limbs sink into him. He then tauntly rocked his ass ontop before getting up. "Heh, you're punier than i remember. You sure you didn't get smaller".

"Peh!And i see you still have rank smell" Tyler said as ge spat to the side. "Nah! I gotta change clothes now!" Tyler hopped off the couch as he walked along the carpet. Doing his vest to ignore his older brother as his smug face towered over him.

"Aww, don't like the smell. I think it suits you well squirt".

"Shut your face!"

"Ah i remember way back when we was younger. The fun you and i used to have, boy were those the good times" Daniel following behind him. Purposefully moving his feet closer as he nudged into Tyler's back with his toes.

"Those were not good times! Half the time we spent was almost against some parts of your body"

"Ah that you were. Still remember swim day at the beach. Ahaha! Seeing ya squirming my shorts was the best feeling after that swim. Still remember exactly where your outline was. Riight there underneath my c-"

"Gyaah! Do not even bring that one up" Tyler shivered. "Can't even sleep on pillow without thinking THAT. Im heading to my room, you can have the front and-" A foot would land in his paths as bumped into the side. Following back as it lead to Daniel.

"Ah ah ah, i wanna spend some quality time with my wittle brother. Its been almost 6 months since the last time we hanged out together. Come here you!"

"Hey hey! What are you-grgh!" a firm hand gripped around Tyler as he was lifted upward. He tried struggling to get free, but the pressure wouldn't let up. "Let me..go!"

"Not before you meet your old friend mister belly" with the hand holding tyler, he lifted his shirt as his slight pudgy belly wobbled out from underneath. He soon brought his gripped hand closer as he splayed it across his belly button. With Tyler being in the center as the surface jiggled. "Go on, say hello".

Tyler could barely move as the hand held him into the squishy surface of the belly. The. Sounds of churns lingered and ranged through his ears as the sound of his brother's voice even echoed inside. As the gurgles went into a more deeper tone, he staryed to push against it as the belly morphed around him. But the hand behind didn't move. "Nrrgh! Get..off me!"

"Aw you're so mean to mean mr. Belly, he's your old friend afterall. Say...why don't you pay to pay him a visit".

"What?! No!"

"Yeah, that sound like a great idea" Daniel started to lift Tyler above him as he gaped his mouth open. Sprawling his tongue out in the process as drool dripped partially from.

"No no no! Stop!"

"Heh" as he let go, Daniel watch as Tyler vanished passed his nose before feeling his body slide along his tongue. As felt pressure further inside as slowly start to close it.

Tyler soon saw the light of the hallway begin to darken as he tried to climb back up. But the large tongue would keep him from making progress as it waved underneath. "Ah ah" a taunting tone echoed inside the mouth. Before the lips sealed and left him in the dark. "No!" He yelled before everything around him started to shuffle. Though he couldn't see, he felt the tongue underneath begin to twist around him as he felt himself being dragged around the mouth.

On the outside, Daniel would walk around the house as he went back to the living room. Sitting down on the couch as he toyed with his little brother inside his mouth. He moved him with hus tongue to the left cheek as the his brother voice could be heard in the compact flesh. Before disappearing and then reappearing at the other as he rubbed hus tongue up and down as he enjoyed the feeling of Tyler struggling inside. He rubbed him a couple more times side before letting his mouth gape back open. Letting Tyler have a glimmer of hope as he tried crawling his way out.

He managed to get out partially grom his brother's mouth, but only hanged as his shoes rested between daniels teeth. W-what?!".

"Enjoy the ride down squirt" Daniel flicked his head upward as he tossed Tyler into the air. As he came back down, Daniel would be eying him with his mouth open wide as Tyler plopped inside. Closing it back up, he tilted his head further back as he felt a slight bulge at the back of his neck. The sensation of kicks lingering at the end of his tongue as it slid into the tube.

"Daniel no!"

**gulp**

As Daniel's throat clenched, a bulge slid down its length as Tyler's voice echoed beyond the surface. Slowly traveling further below before softening as it past his collar bone. On the inside, Tyler could barely see or hear anything but the sounds of clenching muscles surrounded him. Doing his best to move his body to stop his decent, but the muscles didn't respond as they slid Tyler down. As he was squeezed through the sphincter, his body was deposited into Daniels stomach as he landed against the sponge like walls. "Daniel, let me out of here! You know mom and dad said not do this again!"

"They aren't here, which means you get spend good old time with Mr. Belly" Daniel placed both hands along the sides of his belly as he juggled it around. Tyler felt the area come alive and hus balance become unstable as he wobbled from one side of the belly to the other.

"Daniel! Stop it! Im...ooh im dizzy"

"Heh, still get see sick huh? Aw that's shame, cause its gonna be a bumpy ride in there. Oooh, which brings me to tonights dinner. We're having pasta tonight. Or well, heh me"

"You are not having dinner with in here. Im gonna cause you a hell of a belly before you even know what's" Tyler yelled as he pushed against stomach's walls. But only received a push back as he fell over.

"Aha! A belly ache, That's a good one" Daniel started to make his way to down the hall as he made his way to the kitchen as he prepared a meal for the night. Mixing and cooking with the materials he had available, he focused on the sensation going on from within as he heard Tyler yelling at the too of his lungs deep inside his body.

About an hour passed as Tyler slouched against stomach wall. Accompanied the stomach's churns as the sounds of silverware muffled beyond them. "Nah, hiw do i get myself in these types of situations. From being nearly sat on to now being in a lousy brother's belly" Tyler sighed. "Well, at least its empty. And besides, they he couldn't eat that much pasta right?" Movement started to cause the stomach to gurgle before the opening above began to open. A large noodle would seep its way through as it landed onto his lap. As Tyler tries to process it, another piece fell into the stomach as meaty chunks followed it. "Oh no.." Fluid would start to fill the chamber as the scent of lemons mixed with the must. "Stop eating! There's no room. Daniel!"

With the prepared meal, Daniel would be sitting on the couch as he forked through the pasta in front of him. Continuing to wolf it down as ye eased it inside with a cold cup of lemonade. "Daniel!" Was the only thing he heard come out from the his growing belly as he felt the food in his join in with the rest of his stomach. He only chuckled to himself as he gave him stomach a firm pat and a rub.

The inside would just about be filled up the brim as food continued to fall inside. Tyler barely staying out of the chewed food as he perched against an indention in the wall. The food starting to climb its way towards the Tyler's safe place as some of the liquid splashed over his. "Please stop filling, please stop filling, please stop filling" he hope as the content reached the edge. Lightly spilling itself into as it slightly rocked. But before the it fill the gap, it stopped as the sphincter above closed back in place.

"I can barely feel you in there Tyler. But i can sure feel that food" Daniel released a loud belch as he gave his stomach a firm pat. "Id give you some, you probably already have a belly full of it hehe" he started to hear Tyler's muffled lingering from inside as he turned the volume on the TV all the way up. "What's that? i can't hear ya over television, you'll have to speak up in there haha. Don't worry, I'll let you tomorrow. Big brother promises".

"Daniel, so help me if you don't get me out of this, you'll be sorry! You hear me?!" Tyler yelled inside, but was only met with the muffled sounds of the television. He gazed at the pile of food spread out below him as he watched the contents wobble inside. The belly firmly clenching around them as they as bits splashed into Tyler's legs. "Ah come on!" Tyler tried his best to rub off the chunks that landed into him, but they would got aways as he resulted to fanning his hands. He soon heard the sounds of snoring as the stomach began to rumble. "Is he...sleeping? Oh no no, you Can't go to sleep! Daniel! Damn it, Daniel wake up!...Gah!" Before Tyler could react, he felt the area flip over as the contents created a wave and crashed into him. He could tell which way was up as he swam around before deciding to follow the stomach's side walls. Eventually he resurfaced, but could finding a footing anywhere. "Peh!....Peh! Daniel....peh! Wake up!"

On the outside, Daniel would be turned on his side as he gave his belly a firm scratch. Feeling the contents inside jiggle underneath as he focused on the churns. "Mmm, now that was some good food. Enjoy your stay in my stomach...Tyler" he mumbled before drifting off.

The next morning:

Daniel would wake up to the sound of the Tv going on as he sluggishly opened his eyes. Turning off the Tv, He stood up to his feet as he scratched his belly. "Man what a night. That pasta last night really hit the spot" as he started to walk forward, he had a hand on his stomach as he walked around the house.

The commotion would catch Tyler attention as feel the belly start to move. "He's awake? He's awake! Daniel!" Tyler yelled standing to his feet. The food he was once swimming in now formes into puddle as he pounded into the walls once more. "Daniel! let me out of here!"

"Hmm, there was something i needed to do from last night. But what was it?"

"It was to get me out Daniel. Daniel?!"

"Hmm..." He went to the kitchen as he searched the fridge. He saw a carton of milk that was half empty as his stomach growled. "That's right!"

"Yes! He's starting to remember. Now i can finally-"

"I forgot to get more milk for my apartment"

"What?!"

"I better get some along the way. Don't want the miss to be breathing down my neck again" Daniel soon started to get dressed as he went for the door.

"No no, Daniel! That wasn't it! That wasn't it!" Tyler pounded at the the fleshy wall for Daniel to hear. But the sounds of the stomach's shifts masked it as Daniel left. Leaving him to endure the constant churns as he awaits for him to remember his promise.

[undercoveravenger]

Under Your Skin

Creature Week 2020: Day Four

Pairing: Gil x Selkie!Male!Reader

Request: “Gil from Descendants with a selkie male reader who keeps visiting the Isle?”

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The first time that Gil had seen the seal he had been pretty young, only eight or nine years old. He’d been hiding on the beach under the old docks, since he knew that his brothers and father would give him hell if they caught him crying again. His mother told him it was because he had a kind heart, but Harry had always just said it was because he was a crybaby. He’d tried to not let it ever get to him because even a grumpy friend was better than none at all in his childish mind, but some days the brunet’s words really weighed on him.

Which was why he was curled up under the docks on his own, wiping away tears with chubby hands and sniffling away sobs as he tried to figure out why he was just so different from his older brothers.

He was startled from his reverie by the sound of a splash and a quiet barking sound. His eyebrows furrowed and he scrubbed a hand across his face as he looked down at the small seal pup staring up at him. “What do you want?” he muttered petulantly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Go away. I don’t have any fish for you.”

The seal had merely barked up at him, splashing its way out of the shallow waves and up the small stretch of rocky beach until it was sitting in front of him, placing one little flipper against his leg.

“What?” He had asked, feeling kind of dumb as he looked down into the seal’s wide (e/c) eyes. It was an animal; he knew it couldn’t understand him.

Nevertheless, the seal had let out a quiet groaning noise and shifted onto one side so it could put a flipper over its face. It only rested it there for a moment before straightening up again and staring pointedly up at Gil.

The blond had rolled his eyes, but swiped at his eyes anyway, surprised to find that he must have stopped crying without realizing it.

The seal let out a pleased bark, nudged its head against Gil’s leg and then turned and flopped its way back into the sea.

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Gil could recall a few other times that he had encountered the strange seal through the years, but it mostly appeared when he was hiding out under the dock. Once it had appeared when he was on Uma’s ship after she won it from Harry’s father. Harry had given him a strange look when he had waved down at the small spotted creature, muttering under his breath about selkies invading their waters.

The blond had been understandably confused, tearing his gaze away from his little seal friend to look at the brunet. “What’s a selkie?”

Harry pulled a face, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at the seal playing in the waves. “There was a group of ‘em that lived near Neverland accordin’ to my dad. Beautiful ladies and gents tha’ could turn into seals when they wore their sealskins. My dad used to tell me about men he knew that’d take their skins and hide ‘em in order to keep the selkies as their wives. As soon as the creatures found their skins though, they’d be back at sea and the men who loved them would never see them again.”

“Why would they do that though? If the men loved them, why wouldn’t they let it be the selkie’s choice?” He found his gaze trailing back to the pinniped, watching in awe as it danced gracefully through the waves. 

Harry had shrugged, “They were still wild animals.” He placed a hand on Gil’s shoulder, “Look, mate, don’t go chasin’ after any selkies, yeah? I don’t want to see your heart get broken by some stupid seal.”

“Yeah,” Gil had mumbled quietly, knowing it was easier to agree with Harry than to disagree. “Stupid.”

He’d been haunted by the betrayed look in the seal’s eyes in the years following, in which the seal seemed to have chosen to remain unseen, even when he visited his old hiding spot under the pier.

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Years passed and the seal had all but vanished from his thoughts; the strange encounters slipping away as he grew up, the crew and his classes at Dragon Hall taking up his spare time. He was working a spare shift at Ursula’s Fish and Chips as a favor to Uma when it all came crashing back.

The blond wandered over to a table with a stranger sitting at it, his legs kicked up on the chair across from him and an oddly patterned leather jacket slung over the back of the chair next to him. “What can I get started for you tonight?” Gil asked, grinning brightly as he got ready to write down the (h/c)’s order on the notepad he’d brought over.

The stranger looked up from his menu when he heard Gil speak, a faint grin causing the corners of his mouth to quirk upward. “The special, please.”

The blond didn’t even realize that he had spoken, too surprised by the familiarity of the stranger’s warm (e/c) eyes. Gil was certain that he had never seen the stranger before, but his eyes were practically identical to those of the baby seal from all those years ago.

“Hey, are you alright?” The stranger asked, standing and putting a steadying hand on Gil’s shoulder. “You seem a little out of it.”

He nodded slowly, shaking off his previous stupor. He was sure it was nothing more than a coincidence. “Yeah, um, the special, right? I’ll get right on that.” Without even waiting for him to confirm his order, Gil took off, weaving his way back toward the kitchen so at least he could get a brief respite.

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“The hell’s wrong with you?” Harry snapped as he strode through the swinging door into the kitchen after his friend, “Table six has been waitin’ on their food for-” he cut himself off as he took in Gil’s frazzled state. “Gil, mate, are you okay?”

The blond looked startled at his friend’s sudden appearance, seeming to almost physically force himself out of his thoughts. “I- yeah, totally great.” He forced a smile but Harry didn’t seem convinced.

“What's got you even more out of it than normal?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Gil shook his head, hurrying to load the food he’d been meant to take to a table onto a tray. “Nothing, just- I saw the guy at Table Ten and he looked really familiar, is all.”

Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Table Ten?” He rolled his eyes as Gil nodded distractedly, turning to peer through the narrow window that looked out into the dining room. “There’s no one there, just some manky old jacket.”

“What?” Gil asked, visibly baffled as he moved to verify what his friend had told him, “But he was just-?”

The brunet rolled his eyes, snatching the tray from Gil, “Go.”

Gil looked up at him with wide eyes and Harry nodded toward the abandoned jacket, “You said you might know ‘im, right? Go take that jacket and use it as an excuse to find out. I can handle things here, just be careful, yeah?”

While he was stunned that Harry was so encouraging for him to go looking for someone he might not even know, Gil took advantage of it, throwing his apron on the back counter and hurrying out to grab the jacket that the (h/c) had left behind before running out of the restaurant.

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Gil wasn’t sure how exactly he knew where to find you, but as he came to a stop under the old pier where he used to hide as a kid he wasn’t surprised to see you sitting at the water’s edge, staring out over the breaking waves.

“You, um, you left this at the restaurant,” he called, slowly picking his way across the rocky shore toward you.

You didn’t even startle at the sound of his voice, which made Gil wonder if you had left the jacket behind on purpose. There was an odd look in your eye as he sat down beside you. “You actually brought it back to me?”

“Yeah?” Gil asked, confused by the incredulous look in your eyes. He turned his gaze down to the coat in his lap. From far away, the jacket had seemed almost black in color, but from this close he could tell that it was actually a dark grey, dappled with even darker spots in a seemingly random pattern. It was incredibly soft and Gil almost didn’t want to let go of it. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You let out a disbelieving snort, turning back to look over the water. “A lot of people wouldn’t, if they knew what it was.”

“They wouldn’t give it back if they knew it was a jacket?” Gil was definitely confused.

The sound of your laughter made Gil grin, even if he wasn’t exactly sure what was so funny. “Something like that.” You chuckled, eyes twinkling mischievously. You bit your lip, turning to look at Gil suddenly, “Y’know, I used to come here a lot when I was younger.”

“Really?” The blond gasped, “Me too! This was where I’d come to be alone.” He grinned sheepishly, pushing his hair back out of his eyes.

“I know,” you said, smile fading a little at the obvious confusion on the blond’s face. “I was there.”

Gil shook his head, brows furrowing close over his azure eyes, “No, I was always alone. Except for when this little seal-” he cut himself off, voice trailing off as his gaze dropped to the jacket in his lap. Now that he looked closer, he could tell that the jacket wasn’t leather at all and the spots almost looked like the ones that had been on that little seal all those years ago. He shook his head, eyes finding yours quickly, “No, it’s not possible-”

“Isn’t it?” You cocked your head, nodding in the direction of the Chip Shop, “Your friend certainly seemed to believe in selkies. Or he used to, at least. I had hoped he’d convince you to believe the same before I came back.”

Gil’s eyes darted between you and what must’ve been your sealskin. “If you’re telling the truth, then why did you leave this behind? Anyone could’ve taken it and then you would’ve been trapped on land forever.”

You laughed, grinning fondly at the pirate, “I knew you wouldn’t let someone else take it. Not after the way you reacted to seeing me again, even if you didn’t know it was me yet.”

“Why did you…?” Gil started, though his voice failed him before he could ask what had been weighing on him.

“What, leave?” When Gil nodded, you sighed, but chose to answer him anyway. “I had to. I had just about gotten old enough to learn how to change forms, so my family and I had to go away until they were sure I could control it. And what you said on that ship had hurt. I had thought you’d realized that I wasn’t going to hurt you; that I wanted to be friends.” You shrugged, casting your gaze back out to the horizon, “I still do.”

Gil swallowed, trailing his fingers lightly over the dappled spots on your jacket as he thought about what you had told him. “I want that too.” He bit his lip nervously, “And I’m sorry about what I said back then; I didn’t know.”

You waved off his apologies, grinning wryly, “I couldn’t have expected you to. It’s not like I could tell you. But let’s start over, yeah?” You turned to face him, holding out your hand, “I’m (M/N), and I can turn into a seal.”

The blond laughed but shook your hand anyway, “I’m Gil.” He grinned nervously, “And I happen to really like a guy that can turn into a seal.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, twisting your hand in his so you could interlock your fingers. “Well, that’s sure convenient, isn’t it?”

Gil ducked his head to try and hide the blush dusting his cheeks but jolted a little when his gaze fell back to the jacket in his lap. He was quick to offer it to you, though he couldn’t bring himself to let go of it immediately, “How do I know you won’t leave again?”

You grinned at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips as you took your sealskin back, “Don’t worry, even if I do have to go, I’ll always come back for you.”

[danny-williams]

kiss it better

Coda to s2.6. yknow the one. it’s the boxing episode. Here’s a refresher if you’ve forgotten. Also im pretending that the final scenes w Joe never happened.

It takes Steve a while to notice, because the fight takes a lot out of him, and he’s almost dead on his feet by the time Danny pulls up in their driveway and ushers Steve in for a shower - but Danny’s mad at him.

Steve knows because he’s been keeping his distance ever since the boxing match. 

He didn’t grab at Steve’s chin to get a closer look at what is promising to be an impressive shiner underneath his eye (if the way his muscle is throbbing is indicative of anything), or thrust an ice-pack Steve’s way and demand he hold it against his shoulder. 

In fact, apart from insisting that he be the one to drive them home because you might have a concussion you goof, what if you lose consciousness at the wheel and then run someone over? Danny barely speaks to him.

Danny stands behind the rest of the team, all smiles and laughs and casual comments, but doesn’t look Steve in the eye. Not once.

The idea that Danny might be upset with him ping-pongs around his head, forcing him to replay the events of the day over again in his head, looking for a moment where something went wrong and he hadn’t noticed, something that forced Danny curl into himself and avoid Steve.

Try as he might though, he can’t think of anything.

Still, he can’t let the thought that Danny’s upset with him though, and after three failed attempts at sleep - he reaches on the other side of the bed, where Danny has his head nestled into the pillow and is snoring faintly; and prods Danny until he stirs. 

“What’s the matter? Did we catch a new case? Do the criminals on this island not understand the concept of bed-time? Unless it’s life or death, and I mean literal life or death Steven - it can wait until the morning. So this better be good.”

Steve opens his mouth to comment on the way Danny was snoring, a quippy thing meant to cut the tension, but what comes out is: “You didn’t check me over after the fight.”

Danny eyes, which were half-lidded from fatigue, are completely alert now - bright, and wide, and completely trained on Steve. It’s the kind of thing to make a lesser man squirm.

“I got hit, a couple of times actually. Got myself a shiny new bruise and everything,” Steve gestures just below his eye, “But you didn’t - you didn’t check me over. You always check me over, after I’m injured.”

“You woke me up in the middle of the night because I didn’t kiss your boo-boo better?” Danny asks, with a touch of incredulity in his tone, “This is low babe, even for you. If you wanted me to kiss you better all you had to do was ask.”

And yet, Steve notes silently, Danny makes no move to approach him. 

“That isn’t -” Steve grits his teeth in frustration, because he recognises that waking up his partner this late is questionable, and Danny is completely entitled to have something to say about it, “I don’t want you to kiss it better.”

Lie, the thought comes unbidden, before he can tamp it down, but he tries to let it not show on his face.

“I’ve gotten used to you looking me over when I’m injured,” he tries to explain, “You always do it. It’s a thing, with you, with us. I get myself injured, and then you loudly fuss over me and tell me all the ways I’m going to send you into an early grave.”

Danny’s silent for a couple of moments and then - 

“Yeah well, that’s when we’re on the clock. You wanna get injured on your own time? That’s all on you. I’m not touching that mess with a 12-foot pole.”

It occurs to Steve that this is bigger than he previously thought it would be, and he shuffles closer to Danny, trying to get a better look at him under the faint moonlight. 

“Danny, you know that me fighting tonight, that was for charity right? I don’t get my kicks out of having the shit beaten out of me.”

“Then you should’ve stayed down,” Danny says, louder than he probably meant to, because his voice reverberates around the empty room, “The first time you fell down, when I asked you to stay down, you should’ve stayed down.”

“Look, I get that we lead dangerous lives. That our jobs mean sometimes shit’s gonna go sideways. I hate it, but I even accept that your inherent Navy SEAL-ness means that you run headfirst into danger. Hell, half the time I’m right there with you.” Danny huffs, and he reaches out to touch the bruise developing under Steve’s eyes, but stops himself at the last second. His hand hangs there, right above them. 

“But tonight? The fight? All these injuries were pointless. Meaningless. They were to feed your ego, and I’m sorry if I’m not okay with watching you get beat up. Even if it is for charity.”

Steve pulls his hand out from under the covers, and intertwines it with Danny’s, pulling Danny’s hand close to his chest.

“Hey, listen to me, listen to me,” he says again when Danny rolls his eyes, “You feel that? That’s my heart, right there, in the middle of my chest. I got a little banged up, sure, but I’m okay Danny. I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know that you goof,” Danny flexes his fingers against Steve’s chest, but doesn’t make any effort to take it back, “That doesn’t mean I’m going to ever be okay with seeing you hurt. Or that I’m gonna play nurse for you all the time, because that’d probably encourage you.”

Steve waggles his eyebrows, “But you’d look so good in a nurse outfit.”

“Don’t make me smother you with this pillow Steven, because I will. You don’t want to test me.”

Steve laughs, full-bodied and loud, and uses his grip on Danny’s hand to pull him closer, until Danny’s tucked next to his side. It’s still the beginning of the year, so it’s cool enough that they can do this without the heat making it too uncomfortable.

“I am sorry,” Steve says finally, “I wasn’t trying to get hurt - and yeah, a little bit of it was my ego, but it was mainly to give the crowd a good show. I wasn’t thinking of anything else. Honest.”

Danny sighs, tilting his head to press a kiss on the underside of Steve’s chin, “I know babe. Doesn’t make it any easier on me though.”

“I’ll try and not get myself as injured.”

“That’s all I’m asking. Now go to sleep or I swear to god, I’m gonna give you a matching kisser on the other side of your face. And it won’t be that pretty too.”

Steve tightens the arm he has around Danny’s waist; and closes his eyes - letting the sounds of the ocean wash over him until his breath evens out.

Fin