#it might take me. a bit to slap em up there

[ruindgod]

ok maybe i will just add my princes here ... making a whole new blog is so. much and i'm tired!!! look forward to various fairy tale inspired princes for all ur fantasy fun ! later!

[messenger-of-babel]

Coloured Red

Summary: He likes you in his colour, just not that like that. (Jason Todd x reader)

Word Count: 2.1K

Notes: blood and injury. Hope everyone's having a good week so far! Not my favouriteeeeee Jason piece I have written but please enjoy anyways. xx

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It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Never like this.

He had been working out of the manor for a few days, something he was already reluctant to do. However, you had sent him off to "work" with a bright smile and a kiss on the cheek, wishing him well for whatever convention Librarians had. Instead of your boyfriend being the gruff librarian sorting returns every night, he was in fact the red masked vigilante cooped up in the cave, pacing back and forth in front of the Bat computer while Tim tried to trace their latest suspect.

Dick had called him back for some extra firepower in the latest case, and if he hadn't owed him one Jason would be back with you in a heartbeat. "Get anything?" he grunts to Tim, who's fingers are typing strings of code into the keyboard.

"Not yet," he hums, the younger man's face twitching with annoyance as the firewall warning flashes across the screen again.

"Give it time, Jay. we don't want to let them know we're onto them." comes Dick, who’s leaning against a railing and still fully suited up from his earlier patrol. "I've checked all through The Cauldron and Southside, no trace of them there. Penguin must have closed up shop around Cobblepot Steel when he started working with his new friend. Going through great lengths to gatekeep his new buddy from us." he hums.

"Well I want to get this meet and greet over with," Jason grumbles, crossing his arms while he scuffs his boots impatiently.

"Bee in your bonnet, Red?" Dick calls and Jason scoffs.

"You put it there. You wanted me to help take 'em down while the Bat is out of town with Superscout, but you don't even know where they are. I've spent a full night just waiting for boy genius here to get a lock."

Dick puts his hands up in mock surrender. "We'll be done soon, promise. Then you can go home to your sweetheart. Hey, you can even say you came back early just to see them. I'm helping you get brownie points." he grins, nimbly dodging the hand Jason had swung out to slap the back of his head. "Where are they anyways? Their place?"

"Safehouse." Jason grunts back. "Staying at mine while I'm helping you lot. Old Gotham, near the GCPD. Besides, I told them to mark down I'd be back tonight on the calendar anyways."

Dick whistles. "Didn't think you had a place that close to the cops."

Jason just shrugs. "They're not after me, and if they were it would be somewhere they wouldn't look. Plus it's a nice distance from you all." he grumbles.

Dick pushes off the wall coming to lean over a monitor near Tim. "Well if our mystery person is teaming up with Penguin, and he isn't interested in the drug business, what is he here for?" he hums, eyes focused on the map of Gotham that Tim has pulled up. He taps the screen after a second, zooming in. "Here. Dixon Docks. We haven't checked here yet. Penguin used to smuggle through here, but it also became a bit of a meet up spot. He might have gone back to old ground."

"Yeah, but Penguin shifted his focus into drug running. Bruce put him under pretty heavy surveillance, managed to shut down a lot of his operations for a while. You really think he'd be that stupid to start trying to smuggle firearms again?" Tim piped up.

"Maybe. But Maybe its not firearms. This spot used to be a mob meeting spot. He never visited the operation personally unless-"

"Unless he wanted to order a hit." Jason cut off his older counterpart, voice becoming modulated as he fixed his mask to his face. "Seems there's a chance his new play pal is a hitman."

"For who though?" Tim asks.

"Maybe the hit isn't one Penguin is ordering. maybe the Penguin's selling info." Dick calls, testing his in earpiece before giving Jason a nod. "Me and Hood are going in to take a look. Track our location and keep the cameras on."

Tim nods while Jason and Dick head for the bikes, mounting each of their respective vehicles.

"Finally something to do." Jason groans, stretching his arms above his head before catching the cocky grin from Dick speeding past him. "Show-off." he murmurs, his own engine roaring to life as he follows suit.

They had cleared the dock pretty easily, Dick's hunch being correct. Between the two of them the middlemen and thugs were strewn across the floor of the warehouse, and Tim had already called the GCPD to come pick them up for the arrest. "No sign of our flightless friend." Jason grumbled, stepping over an unconscious thug.

"Nor our new mystery visitor." Dick concludes, tucking his escrima under his arm as he goes through the stack of papers at the makeshift desk tucked behind some shipping containers. Jason has known the eldest robin enough to know when he was worried, and the tight way he now held his body was a clear sign. "You find something?" he asks, boots thudding as the come to stand beside him.

"You think Oz was beginning to catch on?" Dick asks quietly, turning the page to show Jason the blurry CCTV photo of Bruce, a crude cowl and ears drawn over the image in sharpie.

"Shit," Jason breathed, taking some of the papers from Dick and beginning to flick through it. "This is all of us." He confirms, worry beginning to gnaw at his bones. There were photos of Tim leaving the city library and entering the Wayne Tower. Photos of Dick back in Bludhaven in a police uniform, photos of him at galas. Photos of Damian at school and meeting with Alfred. The more he flipped through them the more his heart dropped. There was a photo for nearly every 'apprentice' of Batman, surrounded by question marks.

"Whoever is joining the dots isn't fully convinced of it themselves." he murmurs, blood freezing as he sees a photo of himself there. A photo with you on his arm next to him. Dick comes to peer over at it, cursing under his breath.

"Hood, don't panic-" he tries to soothe, but Jason is already pushing past him to tear at more of the documents on the desk. He rifles through the papers, the sound of approaching sirens and Nightwing's urging to leave the scene deafened by the ringing in his ears. In his tightly clenched hands there was a leger, with a list of addresses. In the middle, was his address. The address he had given you, highlighted in yellow.

"We need to go." Dick urges, hurrying him to mount his bike. Jason jaw clenches, and he shoves the piece of paper into his brothers’ hands.

"Yeah. We do." he grits out, but he hopes Dick can't hear the sheer fear held behind his teeth. His bike speeds off, roaring through the side street they came on as he reroutes for Old Gotham. Dick looks down, eyes wandering over the red written date next to the highlighted address, tonight date. "Jesus," he breathes out, quickly following behind his brother before he does something reckless.

Jason doesn't think that he'd ever driven that fast since he'd been on the run from Bruce, throwing the bike into park so violently outside his apartment that the tires burnt as they squealed. Dick wasn't too far behind him, calling out for him to wait in between talking to Tim on the other end of his earpiece. His heart is thudding in his ears, hands feeling cold as he scales the stairs to the fourth floor, knocking on the door rapidly. He didn't care he was in his full suit. He could make some bullshit excuse if you were fine, claiming some noise disturbance or the wrong door.

But if he wasn't?

Then someone was going to fear the fact he was already suited up.

"I told you to wait, Hood-" Dick snaps at him, slightly out of breath from having to run behind him. Jason doesn't listen, shoulder slamming into the door when you don't come to answer.

"Don't you have the key?" Nightwing hisses to him.

"Left it in my civvies." he grunts, stumbling slightly as the door gives way. "I wasn't really expecting to…" he trails off, bile rising in his throat and blood draining from his face. Dick pushes in next to him, still scolding. "You can't just go in like this-" he cuts himself off, catching sight of what Jason was burning into his brain. "Oh no, Jay..." he whispers, but Jason is already moving to your side.

His hands come to your head, softly cradling it in his large palms. Two fingers come to press against your neck, his breathing evening out as he finds a weak pulse. "They're still kicking." He grunts out, other hand coming to cradle the back of your head. He closes his eyes trying to scrub the image of you lying there in the living room, sprawled on the carpet surrounded by the shards of the broken window and white rug drinking your blood.

Your eyes flicker weakly and you make a faint cry when he presses down on the wound by your ribs, a sound that tears him up inside. "Shhh," he tries to say softly, but the modulator makes it robotic, stripping the emotion from it. "I gotta put pressure on it. Did you see who did it?" he asks. He can faintly hear Dick calling for Robin on the end of the commlink, calling for paramedics to come to his address.

He hates how warm his hands feel, gloves heating up as if they were stealing the life force from out of you. Blood is flecked across your lips from the spray, faintly mumbling the words, "didn’t see them."

He nods along. "That’s okay, that’s okay." he murmurs, but he wasn't sure who he was telling that to.

"Red Hood…" you groan out, hand coming the grip his wrist as he pushes firmer on the bullet wound. Your fingers are bloody, smearing the crimson across his suit. "You gotta…you gotta find my boyfriend," you cough weakly. "They were here for him. He’s just…he's just a librarian…" your eyes tear up, throat swelling with the weight of your words. "He was just coming back tonight…oh god…you have to find him… what if they-" you sob, causing your face to scrunch up at the pain that ripples through your body. "I wanna…I wanna see him."

Jason's heart is tearing into pieces as Dick kneels to your other side, hands coming to your non-wounded side as he preps the area, Tim faintly heard giving instructions on how to stabilise you until the paramedics arrive. Jason shakes his head, fighting back tears. Despite the side glance he gets from Nightwing, he pulls one hand up to his face, feeling for the latch under his jaw to release his mask.

When he pulls it away his eyes are red, tears already built in the corners. His lips have a tremble that hasn't been felt since he was in the single digits on the streets, and his hairline is beaded with sweat from worry. He offers you a weak smile, unable to stop the shooting pain that wracks his mind watching the hazy confusion on your face.

"Jay?" you whisper, the word more mouth than sound. He nods reluctantly.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Oh god, it wasn’t supposed to go like this.

He dreamt of the day that he could tell you his identity, of his real profession. He imagined all the best scenarios of you accepting him, of letting him spin you around the kitchen when he picked you up by the waist like he did so often. Of telling you while you both read together on the couch, your legs pulled across his lap. He never imagined the bad scenarios. He pushed those to the back of his mind. But as you reached up with bloodstained fingers, dragging the sticky red across his cheek in that oh so familiar motion, he knew right then that this was the worst situation imaginable.

He lets his tears wash the red from your fingers, trying to blink them out of his eyes so he could focus on saving you.

"Hold on, sweetheart." he murmured weakly, desperately praying for the wailing of the siren to reach his ears.

He had always said how much he loved red, loved you in the colour. Loved you in his colour.

Now he was thinking he never wanted to see you bathed in this much red ever again.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Jude Jazza’s 2nd Birthday: “The Cursed Moon Within His Merciless Arms” Chapter 1

MDNI. This is a fan translation. 100% accuracy cannot be guaranteed. Please expect grammatical errors and lack of nuance. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not repost or claim my translations as your own. Thank you for your support! ☾⋆

In these crazy days, it’s impossible to remember everything that occurs.

A week ago, a month ago, a year ago….I don’t think there are many who remember exactly what they were doing.

….But, everyone should be able to remember a piece of something that stood out to them.

Just as the moon waxes and wanes, so its’ brilliant face gradually changes.

If I could choose which part of each day I’d want to illuminate and etch it into my mind…..I’d illuminate it’s happiness.

That feeling becomes even stronger on the birthday of someone precious to me.

Kate: Mngh….

When I woke up in bed that morning, I saw Jude sleeping next to me, and I couldn’t help but melt.

I’d heard that he’d be busy at Raven company last night, and might be unable to come home….

I’m so happy he came back during the night and slept next to me.

(Today’s Jude’s birthday)

(I wanted to say “Happy Birthday” before anyone else, so I’m glad you came back.)

Jude: …..

Jude breathed peacefully in his sleep and showed no signs of waking.

(….He seems exhausted, I’ll let him sleep a bit longer.)

Careful not to make any noise, I started to sneak out of bed.

Despite that, Jude pulled me back from my waist and locked me in arms.

Kate: Jude….?

Jude: Cold.

Even with that limited explanation, it’s clear that he’s holding me back….

Kate: Do you want me to keep you warm?

Kate: Or maybe it’s just an excuse to cling to me?

I was so happy that Jude wanted me that I ended up teasing him without meaning to.

Kate: ….Oof!

Immediately, his arms squeezed me so tightly that my joints creaked, and I let out a groan.

身体が軋み “Shintai ga kishimi” = body creaks, changed to joints creaked

Jude: Must be half asleep for sayin’ such thin’s aintcha?

Kate: Ugh, that hurts…..! I just woke up, so please overlook my groggy comment….!

When I slapped Jude’s constricting arms as a sign of surrender, they finally loosened.

Jude: Woke up early this mornin’ hearin’ yer stupid comment.

Kate: …..It’s invigorating to wake up to the sound of your beloved’s voice. Good morning.

Kate: Oh, and Happy Birthday!

Jude: ….Yeah, thanks.

Jude replied disinterestedly as he sat up.

Kate: By the way, are you free today?

Even though I told him ahead of time that I wanted to spend his birthday together,

Jude has to pencil things into his schedule, so I asked him again.

Jude: Gotta business meetin.’ But….another employee can handle it.

Jude: I can take off work ‘n spend time with ya.

Jude: On the other hand -

Jude grabbed chin and pierced me with his provocative amethyst eyes.

Jude: — Can ya satisfy me ‘nough for the whole day, princess?

Kate: ….That’s what I plan to do!

After a light breakfast at a restaurant, we headed into town.

On his first birthday since becoming Jude’s girlfriend, my heart brimmed with excitement and my steps felt light.

However, the happy feeling was brief…..

Tanned Man: Where’d he go?! Jude Jazza!

Neurotic Looking Man: We have him cornered, he shouldn’t have gone far. You lot hurry up and find him!

Neurotic Looking Man: Don’t think you’ll get away…..I’ll kill you!

Although it was his precious birthday, we were hiding in the shadows of an alley.

Kate: ….Jude, who are they?

Jude: Buncha marine insurance guys runnin’ a shady business.

Jude: Even if an accident occurs, they’re known for not payin’ out, claimin’ it ain’t covered.

Jude: It was interferin’ with business ‘n an eyesore, so last month I dug up information ‘n sank ‘em.

Kate: And so that’s why they’ve got it out for you….

Kate: ….We could more or less escape. That house over there belongs to an older woman I was close to as postwoman.

I pointed to a house with a red roof on the other side of the wall.

Kate: I think if I ask, we can enter the back door and exit the front door onto the main street without be detected.

Jude: Then enterin’ the main road, we can blend into the crowd ‘n make a getaway.

Jude: ….What? Seems like ya wanna say somethin’ else.

(Naturally, Jude knows what I’m thinking.)

Kate: Even if we do get away, your enemies will likely target you again Jude….

Kate: The other option is to meet them head on.

I pulled up my skirt that I bought to wear specifically for Jude’s birthday.

A small gun was strapped to my thigh in it’s holster.

Kate: Don’t you think they should be held responsible for ruining your birthday?

Jude: Ha…such a dangerous woman.

Kate: The person I fell in love with is dangerous.

At my retort, Jude’s lips curled with amusement.

Jude: ….Oh yeah. Well then, whatcha gonna show me?

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Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Let Your Heart Be Light

Prompt Day 17: Lights | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Pre-Steddie, Steve & Wayne, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Everybody Working Together

"What in tarnation?" 

Steve nearly falls off the roof of the trailer, but somehow finds purchase and hangs on for dear life, barely escaping toppling over the edge. His heart is pounding in his chest. He really thought he'd be able to do this without being caught.

But no, Wayne is standing there looking up at him.

"Christmas lights!" Steve hollers, as if that isn't blatantly obvious. 

"Figured that on my own, kid," Wayne drawls, and then takes a drag off of his cigarette. 

"Sorry," Steve says, holding onto the strand of lights, not wanting them, or himself, to fall. "Do you want me to take them down? I just wanted to surprise him when he comes home."

Wayne shakes his head, and Steve doesn't really know how to interpret that. No, don't take them down, or no don't stop? Wayne starts climbing the ladder, which wasn't even among the options Steve envisioned being possible. 

Eddie hasn't even been here before. He went from the hospital, straight to a rehab facility that Steve raised holy hell about until the government paid for it.

They created this mess, and Steve wasn't about to let them get by with their obvious plan to just let Eddie just suffer, barely slapped back together. He may never be good as new, but Steve was bound and determined to get him as close as possible. 

And it's been months. It's not quite Christmastime yet, but Steve thought this might be a nice sight when Eddie finally gets home.

Wayne leans against the trailer, and points a finger, "You'll need to secure those a little bit better, or the wind will get 'em faster than you can put 'em up."

Steve just nods like he totally understands what he's being told.  

He's not exactly sure how he'll secure them to metal any better than he already has without doing permanent damage, which he was obviously trying to avoid.

"Hang on, I think I still got the clips I used when Eddie was little. Out in the shed, maybe. I don't know where anything is these days after the move," Wayne mutters, like Steve should know about the clips, or where they might be. 

But Wayne disappears down the ladder, and it takes a long, long time, but he finally comes back with clips that he'd obviously made himself at some point in the past.

They're magnetic. 

Gutters aren't magnetic, and Steve learned that the hard way when he dropped the first one, but Wayne slides a washer inside the gutter, and like magic – magnetic.

And that's kind of brilliant.

"Did you make these?" Steve asks, holding it in his hand, looking at the magnet that's glued on the back.

"Yup," Wayne says with a nod, snapping the magnet in place, then running the strand of lights into the clip. It's perfect. "Old trailer didn't have guttering, but it had eaves."

Steve doesn't know what that means, but he nods.

And they work together, outlining the whole trailer, one clip at a time. It's relatively painless.

"You should sell these," Steve says, "like, the hardware store should stock them right next to the Christmas lights."

Wayne chuckles. 

Steve's serious.

"I'd help," Steve says, and Wayne laughs some more.

But Steve would, he really would. 

It's getting dark, and Wayne plugs the lights in. They look great. They'll be better when it's fully dark, even.

"Thanks for helping, kid," Wayne says, and it's not until Steve is pulling away that he realizes that Wayne made it seem like he'd done him a favor, and not the other way around.

"Well, look at that," Eddie says as Steve holds open his car door. He smiles up at the lights, and mission accomplished.

Several days later, Eddie's on the couch while they all bustle around the trailer.

Dustin is folding over the printed cardstock toppers. Smoothing the crease with a butter knife.

"Will drew this logo," Dustin says, and Steve knows that. They all know that. 

It's an assembly line they've got going after making more clips. Wayne only intervened once he realized they were trying to use a hot glue gun and not the J-B Weld he'd used. 

Once he'd straightened them out, showing them how to make them correctly, they got to work. Now, they're packaging them up. Counting them out and putting them into clear bags, then stapling the cardstock label to the top. 

They look good. 

The hardware store, Melvald's and the Big Buy all agreed to carry them. 

Nancy was persuasive, and didn't mention that they were designed by Wayne Munson. She'd just insisted they were invented and made locally, which they are, and that was that.

Steve hopes half the town buys a few sets to put up their holiday lights, and in the process, helps Wayne and Eddie recoup at least a fraction of what was taken from them after half the town lost their fucking minds, trying to pin everything evil that's ever happened in this hellhole on Eddie's shoulders.

"How many do we have?" Nancy asks, notebook and pen in hand. 

"Two hundred and fifty sets," Robin answers.

Maybe this will work, but if it doesn't, well, they tried. He bought the materials. Wayne insists he'll get his investment back, plus a cut. Steve's not interested in that, but agreed, just so Wayne would let them proceed.

Dustin did the math, and yeah, the mark-up is pretty great, without making them too expensive. 

Nancy already made Ted use them on their house, and she swears he's been telling his friends how easy they went up, no more staples ruining his shingles.

Steve himself lined the entirety of his own house with lights, and sold his neighbors on the clips after they saw the finished product. It really does look great. His dad never hung lights, never had the time, but the house finally looks like a home with them up there, Steve thinks.

It's crazy, but this scheme just might work.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun! 💡

Notes: Looks like a least one type Christmas light clips were patented in 2002, so Wayne really could have been cutting edge. Never, ever underestimate redneck engineering and ingenuity. I can remember the heavy duty staple guns coming out to hang lights, so if there were clips, they must not have been widespread. (I love a good research rabbit hole, but this seemed like a goofy place to spend any real time digging, haha.)

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Hello, talented human!!! I’m craving something angsty that makes my heart hurt with Emily and girlfriend reader <3

Hey, friend! I've been thinking about writing this for a while, and your request was the perfect excuse. Very angsty, much sadness. Not resolved per se, but if you know the basic timeline/plot line of Season 6, you should be able to infer a somewhat happy ending 😉 Hope you enjoy! 💖 –illdowhatiwantthanks

White Fang

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: established relationship, angst, general threats of Criminal Minds-style violence, explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Something's going on with Emily, but her trying to break up with you is the last thing you expected. Takes place during the events before/surrounding 06.18.

“I think we should break up.”

Emily might as well have punched you in the stomach. You felt blood rushing in your ears, felt the love and trust you’d built with her over the last few years churn and unsettle themselves inside of you. Her words had taken you completely off guard. All you’d asked is why she seemed so on edge these days, if there was something you could do to help her.

“Emily…” you said, your voice floundering as you tried not to cry. You had arguments. You had points to make, but you couldn’t seem to get them out.

Emily folded her hands as she sat across from you at the kitchen table, both of your breakfasts sitting untouched in front of you. She shrugged.

“I just… I think our relationship has run its course.”

“Emily Elizabeth Prentiss,” you spat, your face growing redder by the second. “We live together. I’m in your will. We’ve been together for four years. Four years! We have a cat together!” you yelled, gesturing wildly toward Sergio, who perched in the bay window.

She was silent, picking at the ends of her fingernails, glancing at you every few seconds. She was lying. She had to be lying. You were no profiler, but you knew Emily. You knew all her tells. You knew when she was stressed, when she was lying, when she was trying to do something brave and sacrificial to protect you.

“I want your stuff out by the end of the week,” she said quietly.

You felt like you’d been slapped in the face. In your head, you knew that there was something under the surface. Something had Emily so scared that she was trying to… And then a lightbulb went on in your head.

You sat back in your seat and smirked. “No.”

Emily raised her eyebrows, frustrated. “No?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “No. I think you’re bluffing.”

“I’m not.”

“I think you are. I think you’re trying to White Fang me.”

Now she just looked confused. “I’m trying to what?”

“White Fang me,” you repeated. “You know, like in the book, where he lets the wolf go because it’s better for him in the wild. You’re trying to get rid of me because you think I’ll be better off without you.”

“I’m trying to get rid of you because I don’t feel that way about you anymore,” Emily said, but her voice cracked a bit, and you knew then that you were right.

“No, you’re not!” you exclaimed, sighing in frustration. You moved to the chair closest to her and took her hands in yours, even as she tried to avoid your eyes.

“Will you tell me what’s going on?” you asked quietly. “I promise I can handle it. I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere. Your White Fang plan won’t work on me, so you might as well tell me about whatever it is that’s got you so scared.”

Emily’s jaw clenched, and you could see tears forming in her eyes.

You brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her face in your hands. “Please tell me, Em.”

She finally met your eyes, and the unadulterated fear written all over Emily’s face was the first part of this conversation that had truly scared you.

She sighed deeply and shook her head, her demeanor going cold as she watched you. “If I tell you what’s going on, you have to do exactly what I tell you to. Understood?”

You nodded apprehensively.

“I mean it,” she said, eyes drilling into you, voice harsher than usual. “This is not a game. The more information you have, the more danger you're in. This is life and death. I am sorry you’re a part of it…” Emily bit her lip and looked away. “I need to know that you'll follow my instructions exactly.”

“Okay,” you agreed, quiet, more scared now than you’d been when she’d tried to break up with you.

“You remember I told you that, before I joined the FBI, I worked at the CIA and at Interpol?”

You nodded. Emily tugged on the strands of hair closest to her ear–an anxious habit–and you took her hand in yours, running your thumb along the back of it.

“When I worked at Interpol,” she continued, “I was undercover as an arms dealer for almost three years. Our team was investigating a former IRA captain, Ian Doyle. I infiltrated his operation by… by pretending to be in a relationship with him. Doyle had a son and, after we finished the op, I faked the son’s death so he’d be safe if Doyle ever got out of prison.”

This was so much information, information that, frankly, you couldn’t believe you didn’t already have about Emily. You thought you’d known everything, everything about her. Apparently not. You latched to the only piece of information that felt even mildly normal.

“IRA like the bank accounts?”

Emily sighed again, somewhere between amusement and deep, deep sadness. “No, baby. The Irish Republican Army. The terrorist organization.”

“Okay,” you nodded, your voice shaky.

Emily took another deep breath. “Last month, Doyle escaped from prison in North Korea. As far as my contacts and I can tell, he’s in DC. He’s tracking down the members of my team and killing them, likely for information about his son.”

Emily watched the wheels turning in your head as you realized what she was saying, watched you grow more and more scared. And she hated herself then. She hated herself for not having the fortitude to follow through on breaking up with you. It would be so much safer for you, so much easier, if you didn’t know, if she could just let you go. But she couldn’t. Not when you were holding on so tightly.

“But…” You tried to reason yourself out of the terror that had taken over your body. “But you were undercover, right? He doesn’t even know who you really are. He wouldn’t even know… that you’re here. Right?”

When she didn’t answer, you prompted her again, your voice high and desperate. “Right, Em?”

“I’m pretty sure he knows who I am,” she whispered, holding tight to your shaking hands. “I think he knows who I am, where I am… I think he knows… who I care about.”

You sucked in a shaky breath, panic shooting icy-hot through your body. Emily smiled wryly at you when you finally met her eyes.

“Do you wish you’d just left?” she asked.

“N-no,” you replied, a tear streaking down your cheek. “I’m just–I’m scared, that’s all. But I’m still… I’m still not going anywhere.”

Emily grasped your head and pulled you toward her, wrapping her arms around you and holding you close as you hyperventilated. She was overwhelmed by you–your love, your loyalty, your bravery in the face of what most people would run from. She hated to drag you into this, hated to be the reason you were in danger, the reason you were scared. But she was also so selfishly glad to have you with her.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly as your breathing slowed.

You nodded, pulling back to wipe your face and look her in the eyes.

“What are we gonna do, Em?”

Emily steeled herself for this part of the conversation. “This is the part where you listen, and you do what I say. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“You’re gonna go to my grandfather’s cabin in the Alps.”

“To France?!” you blurted, alarmed. Emily squeezed your hand.

“You’re gonna go to the cabin and stay there until I come for you. It's far enough off the map that you should be safe there. You’ll travel under an alias. I have bank accounts and a passport set up for you under a new name. You'll use a new phone. You cannot under any circumstances log into any of your social media accounts on it. You cannot tell your family where you are. You can’t tell anyone where you are. There’s a stash of burner phones at the cabin, which you can use to call your family once a week to tell them you’re safe.”

“But…” you protested lightly, scared out of your mind at this point. “What’ll I tell them?”

“I don’t care. Lie. But do not tell anyone where you are. If you don’t hear from me in six months–”

“Six months!?” you exclaimed.

“Listen to me, baby, this is important,” Emily said forcefully, grabbing the sides of your face, then softening her touch. She took a shaky breath and looked at you for a long time, as if she were trying to memorize every line, every contour, every bit of your face. “If you don’t hear from me in six months, I am probably dead.”

“Em!” you squeaked out, somewhere between a terrified yelp and a sob.

“After the six months is up, you can go back to the States, but you should continue to use your other identity for at least a year.”

“What about you?” you asked, rocking a little, trying to calm yourself down.

“I’m gonna try to shake Doyle.”

You closed your eyes, your body’s tremors seemingly out of your control for now. You didn’t even know where to start. The fact that Emily was some sort of undercover spy? That she’d been in a fake relationship with a terrorist? Faked the death of his kid? That you were fleeing the country and, even worse, fleeing without Emily? Somehow the worst part was that you hadn’t known any of this. You felt like, somehow, you knew both more about her than anyone and nothing about her at all.

“Are you alright?” Emily asked gently, her eyes full of apology.

You started to shake your head, then nodded instead. Emily had enough on her plate. Your sanity didn’t need to be one more thing to worry her.

“When do I have to leave?”

“I can get you a ticket for tomorrow.”

You blinked, trying not to cry. Of the two of you, Emily had definitely gotten the shorter end of this stick. But, god, you were so scared you felt sick to your stomach. But you wouldn't fall apart in front of Emily. You wanted her to know that you were strong and capable, that you could do what she’d told you to, that you’d be waiting there safe and sound when she came to get you. When she came to get you, you told yourself. Not if.

“I’d better pack,” you muttered, wiping your nose as you stood abruptly and made your way to the bedroom.

Emily wanted to follow you. She wanted to hold you and never let you go. But she thought you might need some time alone to process. If you had come back into the kitchen, you would have seen her bent over the kitchen table, her head in her hands, crying quietly.

Neither of you could sleep that night, watching the minutes creep by, feeling your time together dwindling down. After a while, you gave up on sleeping and just held each other, quiet and close in the dark.

“I’m sorry,” Emily sobbed out in the early hours of the morning.

“Shh, it’s okay,” you told her, wrapping your body impossibly closer around hers.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Em,” you whispered, kissing away the tears from under her eyes. “I love you.”

But this only seemed to make her cry more.

“I love you,” you said again, holding her so close you could feel her tears against your chest. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Your goodbye was short, chaste, both of you trying very hard not to make the other cry. Emily on her way to work, you taking an Uber to the airport.

“I’ll see you soon,” you said, kissing her one last time before you left. When you pulled away, her eyes looked sad, distant, full of doubt. You squeezed her hand. “I will see you soon.”

But you couldn’t shake the feeling, as you drove off, that it might be the last time you ever saw her, the last time you ever held her or kissed her or laughed with her. You shook your head, brushing away tears. There’d be plenty of time to cry in France. For now, it was time to become someone else.

[ao3lestappeninchident]

Can you please do a one shot with Max Verstappen based on "tell em" by Sabrina Carpenter

Tell em/ Max Verstappen

~The way that you're lifting me up, feel like heaven, oh

I know they can see it, I know they can tell it

So we ain't gotta tell 'em~

You and Max had known each other for a long time. Growing up as neighbors. You had attended a lot of his races and each time you would have the question if you were dating. You and Max had always said you were only friends, despite the growing feeling each of you had for each other. The media didn't quiet believe it and so did his fans, but you couldn't care about that.

A couple months ago the relationship between you and Max changed. After a night out you were seated in his apartment, which right now was also yours, and before you knew it you were straddling his lap as you kissed. The days following you both decided to keep it a secret. People don't need to know everything about your lives. The feelings of being a secret felt great.

You would be on a date without too many questions and paparazzi, just enjoying each other's company in privacy. You were just his little secret and he was yours.

Flash forward, you and Max were walking next to each other as you entered the paddock. He was carrying your bag as your hands brushed against each other with every step you took.

It didn't take long before a reporter had found its way next to you, "Did you finally become a couple?" Max had to keep himself from saying dumb stuff that would get him in trouble with his team, by biting his tongue.

You smiled at the reporter, "Nope," you emphasized the p and Max just stared at the reporter. "Max is just so kind to carry my stuff." together you walk further.

As you were far away from the camera, Max whispered in your ear, "hearing you say you aren't mine, hurts. But the feeling of us being a secret is lovely. Knowing no one can have you, even though they don't know it" you blushed as his breath tickled your ear. You playfully slap his hand away and he laughs.

You didn't have a reason to tell em. They could fantasize about their own thoughts about you two, but they wouldn't know the truth.

The rest of the day was filled with a bit of media for Max and looking at the data for the day. The weather would be good and there wasn't a druppel of rain suspected.

You were seated in the red bull garage as the first free practice started. People had asked Max lots of questions about your relationship, but he denied all of them with a smirk plastered on his face, while he played with the bracelet you got him a couple days ago. Your initials carved in it.

You had seen some pictures of the two of you from this morning, a lot from when Max whispered in your ear. It was a great photo's to the public if they didn't know what he was saying.

After the fist free practice, you and Max were sitting in his motorhome. You were seated on top of his lap, playing with his hair as he breathed in your scent.

"Should we tell 'em?" Max whispered as he placed kisses along your neck. You let out a soft whimper of pleasure as he continued. "It might be too much for them, they might get jealous. When I tell them the way that you're making me feel. "

As a blush spreads over your face, You grab his head in your hands and pull him closer to you, "I don't know if I want them to know what we know. I like keeping it to ourselves. It wouldn't feel the same if they know. Just our dirty little secret"

"Good, because we ain't going to tell em." he smiles and closes the distance between your lips.

[br4tphobia]

twinnem!! give me the top three times ony everrrrrr made his girl squirt!! like…….the top 3 most toe curling body jiggling eye rolling times hes made his boo buss it the FUCK open

AAA hey mama twwinnnn !!!! 🤭🤭 — omg its giving squirt contest ???!?!??! (scold me if this isnt to ur liking . 😞😞😞)

minors dni pls 😭

#1 .. your first time, telling him you never squirted 🤷🏾‍♀️

"are you serious.?" his tone is in disbelief, shocked by your words. "yes onyann!" — "You wanna try it? itll feel good, baby." "fuck it, sure.." next thing you know you find yourself exposed infront of your boyfriend, legs held up as he fingers you. “cmon mama.. you got it..” his voice is hushed in your ears, kissing and sucking on your neck. squirming around his fingers roughly abusing your walls, the pad of his thumb brushing on your clit every few flick of his wrist. he was determined to complete his task, nothing else was on his mind. your whimpers n moans are louder by the second, something overwhelming n heavy coming. the feeling of your pussy getting wetter and fluttering around his fingers, your body gets weaker, not being able to hold your legs up like onyan had warned you. slowly lowering your legs, his lips leave yours with his other hand wrapped on your neck, “hold em, baby.” he warns you with a light squeeze. — “f-fuck im sorry papa..!” more and more aching thrusts to your poor pussy that overwhelming feeling approaching you again, knowing what you hopefully thought was gonna happen “papa..papaa!” gripping on his biceps when you finally break. “there you go mama, doesnt that feel good?” cooing in your ear with a couple slaps to your wet cunt blocking your juices splashing on his abdomen a few times. “yes.. oh my god..” “told you.”

#2 ony punishing you for actin out 🤭

“lost that attitude.” his tone is warningly, swiping n typing whatever on his phone. “shut up talkin to me. pissin me the fuck off..” — “bet” you smack your lips with a roll to your eyes. “youre going to do..?” waiting for a response from the man paying no attention to you, all was heard was pure silence which was loud. “just keep that same energy.” meanwhile… “shittt .. im sorry papa!” your voice cracks at his mean pace — “shut that shit up mama.” your head was pushed into the mattress, your pussy aches fro m multiple orgasms in a row but it feels so good, face down your ass up, drool seeping out the corner of your moth, hair being pulled to go deeper in your guts, clawing at the sheets, not being able to do anything but curse n moan while he destroy yo shit. a harsh slap goes to your ass, ripples displaying from constantly being pushed back into his lower abdomen. due to loss of balance you lean off the bed a bit, “aht, where you goin?” — “nowhere baby, oh my godd” whining at his words, regretting your actions. he grabs you by your next to hold you in place, more and more fast, harsh stinging strokes piercing your insides he triggers that one spot. “slow down oya— fuuck!” silent screams leaving you breathless as you gush all over his dick, his pelvis glistening from your liquified orgasm. “mhm~..shit..” stroking you deep to spark more out of you. “might js forgive you for that..but you can give me one more, right?” “wait baby fuck.. shitshitshit” another slap to your ass, cursing n whining at the pleasurable pain. “i asked you a question, answer.” “yes! i can papa..” “thats what i like to hear.”

#3 a lil intimate moment with ony pounding up into you while u ridin 😋

“just like that mama..fuck you ride this dick so good..” moaning n groaning all up in eachothers ear, his hands gripping on you ass with your arms wrapped around his neck. your breasts bouncing beautifully in his face, taking one into his mouth. your nipple leaving the warm wetness soon with the pressure put on your back. his arms wrapped around your waist causing your breath to hitch,, “relax..let papa feel on his pretty girl, yeah?” “mm.. kay.” mumbled through you being lost in the pleasure. onyan tightens his arms around you and starts bucking his hips up, “baby! mphh!” burying your face in the crook of his neck to lower your pornographic sounds, “let me hear you, princess.” the instinct to lift your head up just like he asked took over, your loud moans filling his ears. “papa im gonna—“ cut off my your explosive orgasm. still being fucked through it roughly, dripping onto the silk sheets on the mattress, covering the both of you in your own juices. “makin’ a mess for me?” “m’sorry baby…” , “nono it ain nothing new, so why apologize?” “boy..”

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine the red hair pirates learning that scaring you is a bad idea

Got the idea watching this tiktok

Benn: yer gonna get yer ass beat.

Lime Juice: *putting on a mask* No, I'm not. (y/n) is harmless, they don't hurt me.

Yassop: listen man, just because they don't hurt us, or engage in fights, doesn't mean they're harmless.

Shanks: He'll be fine, the most they might do is slap him.

Lucky Roux: I dunno dude, I think you're going to get punched.

Shanks: don't listen to them, scare (y/n).

Lime Juice: *Gets in a crouched position by the door* Call em

Shanks: Sweetheart! Would you be a dear, and come here? I need to show you something.

You: *leaves the cabin office* What's up.

Lime Juice: *grabs your shoulders and roars in your ear*

You: *twists around into a boxer's stance and punches him straight in the nose*

Lime juice: OOF! *Falls backward and hits the wall*

You: *punches again him with your other fist*

Benn: Whoa, whoa whoa, (y/n)! Relax it's just Lime Juice.

You: I know! *Flicking your wrist because your hand hurts*

Shanks: I didn't know you had such a mean right hook, love.

You: *shrugs*

Lime Juice: what was the second punch for!

You: For having the nerve to pull that shit with me.

Yassop: damn!

Shanks: Take it easy there, love *pulls you into his arms* he meant it as a joke. He didn't know you didn't like jump scares so much, he knows now.

You: *glares at Lime Juice as Shanks kisses your forehead and rubs your arm*

Lime Juice: *pinches the bridge of his nose to stop the blood *Yeah, I'm sorry, if I had known that you didn't like them so much I wouldn't have done.

Benn: Especially because he would have known he would have gotten clocked.

You: *realizes you overreacted a bit* I'm sorry too,

Shanks: *adds* at least for the second punch, you earned the first.

You: *nods*

Lime Juice: *huffs* fair enough.

You: ... I'm going to go get Hongo to look at your face, because you are bleeding too much to be good.

Lime Juice: Thank you. *Soon as you leave* can we keep this a secret between us?

Shanks, Benn, Lucky Roux, and Yassop: Absolutely not.

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Congratulations on hitting over 5k followers, you deserve them all and so much more! I got so excited when I realised you're taking requests for short drabbles so I was thinking along the lines of a meet the parents sort of situation with Captain MacTavish. Maybe they're both on the same team or whatever and are now engaged but Soap still hasn't had the time to officially introduce her to the family so he does so when they're both on leave and she's just the complete opposite to him but they just fit (like a puzzle piece) and the family notices and absolutely adores it. Bonus Points if Soap is just completely whipped (cause he totally would be)

—I Can See It In Your Eyes

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [It's finally time to meet the family.] ❞

Blue eyes watch silently as you speak to his father, an easy and honest smile on your lips. John blinks at the ring on your finger as you move your hand in a display of the story you were telling—the OP in Brazil, John thinks he overheard minutes earlier—a matching band to his that had been there only a single month now. You both only ever wore them on leave, otherwise, they were stuck to the chain of your dog tags; hidden away until they could be brought back to life once more. 

Truthfully, this had been a long time coming. 

“She’s lively,” his mother comments, and John hums, bringing the beer in his hand up to his lips for a tiny sip from where he rests against the far wall. “Your father likes her, no doubt. Never seen him smile that much at any of the ones from the younger years.”

“Those weren’t serious,” John scoffs, scar over his eye pulling as he spares his Mum a glance through a smirk. “If they were, it’d be different, eh?”

“No,” the woman grabs at his ear, pulling it as he flinches and hides a snap of his teeth at her. “A mother can tell. They weren’t good for you—didn’t make you watch ‘em like that, least.”

A reddish sheen comes to the Scot’s cheeks, avoiding the digging smugness of his matriarch as he shifts his legs.

“Stop doin’ that, Woman,” John grumbles. 

“You’re doin’ it to yourself, ya little devil.” Growling, the mighty Captain out in the field is brought low easily by his mum’s own intelligence—but it wasn’t a secret. Everyone in the family could see how he looked at you, how when you spoke, his head snapped over to hear the sound of your voice like it was a call from sea and he a vessel lost to the curtain of mist. 

Even now, amid a conversation, those blue eyes couldn’t help but move back as you and his aging father bent over in laughter—a small flicker on John’s lips that usually held a cold smirk or nothing at all. 

His mum hums to him, watching you.

“I like ‘er.” 

“Good, else this might have been awkward.” He pushes out casually, one arm going to cross his chest to rest on his shirt collar. “There’s always eloping, aye?” 

Before his mother can grab at his ear again, you call out, and, like the dog he is, John’s head swivels and his expression settles down easily. 

“John, come and tell your part from Brazil! I only have my half, and I always forget the piece from—”

“From the time I catch the HVT on to the time the spider bit my fuckin’ arse, yeah, Bonnie, I know.” He smirks, waltzing over to the chair you sit in, and firmly moves you over with a grab at your arm. You hum in confusion, but it’s not long before John takes your seat and drags you atop his lap. Blinking quickly, you humph and look down at him with a raised brow. 

“We’re at your parents’, John,” your face is heated, voice hushed as you slap at his arm. “What are you doing?”

“Holdin’ my future wife, Dearie, isn’t it obvious?” The man’s lips twitch. “Ah, it’s fine. Settle back and let me speak now, eh?” 

You fake glare, rolling your eyes, but your legs shift nonetheless to a more comfortable position as John’s mum and dad share a soft look with one another. They really couldn’t have asked for a better match—you evened out his hard slyness, the wrinkles on his forehead, and the age that lies under John’s beard. And in turn, you seemed to beam and be about as easy a person to get along with as any. 

Even from the rare letters that the two would get, they had known you were something special because you’d been mentioned in the first place. John rarely told of his work, even less so about people. 

As John gets on with his side of the humorous and mostly dumbed-down tale of one of your shared operations together, they see you watch him; take in every word. The smile that peels your lips as you shake your head and say, ‘I never tripped, MacTavish, get that out of your head. You made that up—he made that up.’

“I didn’t,” John huffs, glaring at you. “You went down and got covered head t’ foot in mud, then I told you to get your arse in gear and ya cursed at me like a sailor.”

“Bullshit,” you raise your brows, pointing into his face. “You’re losing it!”

“Oh, we’ve been past that bend a long time ago, Bonnie, c’mon now.” 

The parents watch on, smiling.

[p0orbaby]

Hands Off

summary: Alessia doesn’t like people touching what’s hers

warnings: some jealousy, some possessiveness, a little suggestive

a/n: am I in my Lessi era?

word count: 772

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“Stop staring”

“I’m not”

She was. She was staring so hard she was certain she was burning holes in the back of Stanways head.

“Less, they’ve been partnered for warm ups, not being asked to confess their undying love for each other”

Alessia let out an annoyed sigh, her blue eyes finally breaking away from the scene on the field. “I know,” she admitted, her frustration apparent in her voice. “But it still bothers me. Look Tooney, look at the way she’s touching her”

Ella followed the blonde's line of sight across the grass, finding you on the ground with Georgia leaning over you, helping you stretch out a tight hamstring.

“Come on, Less, you’re getting riled over assisted stretches now? That’s a whole new level of possessiveness, even for you” she teased.

Alessia sighed, her jealousy palpable. “I mean, what if Georgia’s hammies get all the attention, and I’m just left here watching my girlfriend feel up another woman’s legs?”

Ella couldn’t help but grin mischievously as she continued to tease Alessia. “Well, if you’re that worried, why don’t you go over there and give her a hand? Show Georgia how it’s really done”

Alessia’s eyebrows shot up, a mixture of surprise and intrigue in her eyes. “You think I should?”

“Why not, she’s your girl. Who’s saying you can’t go and toss her around a little”

Alessia smirked at her friend's suggestion. "You know what, Tooney? I think I just might do that”

With newfound determination, Alessia picked herself up and strode confidently toward the two of you, a mischievous glint in her eye as she approached. Georgia and you looked up in surprise as she joined in on the stretching session.

"Mind if I give it a try?" Alessia asked, her tone playfully challenging.

Georgia chuckled, and you gave Alessia an encouraging nod. "Sure, go for it”

“Feel good, baby?” She asked as she wrapped her hands around your ankle and pushed.

“Yeah, the cold’s just keeping me tight is all”

“You wanna try one standing? Get you off the ground?” Alessia proposes, holding her hand out for you to grab after gently lowering your leg.

You considered Alessia's suggestion, then took her hand, allowing her to help you up. "Sure, if that doesn’t work I’ll go back inside and use the EMS for a bit”

As you stood up, Alessia moved in closer, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind. "Bend over for me then," she purred, her lips brushing against your ear.

You were lucky your cheeks were already bitten with cold, otherwise the whole squad would’ve seen you turn crimson.

A playful shiver ran down your spine as Alessia’s warm breath caressed your skin. You did as she instructed, bending forward slightly. Her arms held your waist securely as she began to guide you through the stretch, her touch gentle yet firm, and entirely void of innocence.

Long gone was Georgia out of your peripheral. Though you found it difficult to feel bad when your girlfriend's fingers were digging posessively into your hips.

It was the loud screech of Rachel and Millie behind you that had you pulling yourself upright. Your feet moving you away from where Alessia stood with a devious grin on her face.

“Looks like the peanut gallery is getting restless,” Alessia chuckled, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Rachel and Millie were practically howling with laughter, thoroughly enjoying the little show they had inadvertently stumbled upon. Ella was laughing as well, giving Alessia a playful wink. And Georgia had uncomfortably moved away towards the other girls putting on their bibs for passing drills.

“Keep that up Less and we might have to start putting age restrictions on tickets” Daly bellowed as she stirred towards the two of you, your own bibs in hand.

It was you this time that squealed, a reaction to a hand slapping your behind as you moved forwards to take what your teammate was holding out for you.

“Less” you warned, eyes darting around to see if anyone else had a front row seat to Alessia's antics.

“What? Just making sure you’re staying limber, babe”

“Girls” another voice shouted across the training ground. “Let’s get moving, the quicker we start the quicker we can get out of the cold”

Alessia leaned in close to you, her lips brushing against your temple as she whispered, “suppose we’ve got to listen to the boss. But we’ll continue this later, don’t you worry”

With a knowing smile of your own, you turned and looked your girlfriend right in the eye and shouted, “Stanway, buddy up with me for drills yeah?”

[genericpuff]

Do you have any entry level recommendations for someone looking to learn a bit more about Greek mythology? I’d love to read up on it but I’m not sure how to find reputable sources and avoid Americanisation.

I mean, at the risk of sounding crass, you're likely going to run into Americanization no matter what you do because America itself was built on many cultures, especially that of Greek philosophy and storytelling.

Buuut if you mean you wanna read some actual Greek myth content that AREN'T modern American spins on classic tales, Emily Wilson is a popular choice for many people dipping their toes into translated mythology as her translations are both simplistic and concise in their language choices as well as fun in their structure to read both internally and orally (iirc her translations are done in iambic pentameter which is very familiar to anyone who's ever read Shakespeare). I've been working through her translation of The Odyssey, it's been pretty enjoyable :)

I've also heard great things about both Lattimore and Fitzgerald, the latter of whom I will be reading next after I finish Wilson's translation. That said, I haven't read either of their works yet, so take my recommendation of them with grains of salt! (I hope you enjoy them though if you check 'em out! If you beat me to it, let me know how they went!)

OH also, I know it's sorta the opposite of what you're likely looking for as it's VERY influenced by modern contexts, but thanks to another anon I recently got into Destripando la Historia which is a super fun animated Youtube series that retells the stories of various different gods from different mythologies. If you're into stuff of the goofy anime variety, you might enjoy them, it's a Spanish series but you can turn on captions to read the translations! It's super beginner-friendly, it covers a lot of different stories and myths without getting into so much detail that it's overwhelming (but gives you a good kickoff point to start with!) and the songs and animations slap, Afrodita is one of my favorites haha

Overall the biggest advice I can give you if you're trying to avoid fanfiction-y / "Americanized" retellings is just to cross-reference. If you find a retelling you really like but aren't completely sure of its legitimacy as a functional retelling, keep reading, watching, and learning more. It's a skill like any other, and the more you read, the more you'll be able to pick out what's a legitimate retelling from studied scholars vs. what's fanfiction that you don't need to take too accurately or seriously LMAO

And honestly, nothing wrong with the fanfiction stuff! Mythology, in its very nature, changes over time, it's an inevitability and many of the myths we still draw from today are often derivative in and of themselves from even older versions that pre-existed them (see: Ovid).

it's okay if your introduction to Greek myth is through derivative fanfic, stuff like Disney's Hercules and even Lore Olympus ARE fun to consume for a lot of people and make for a good entry point into learning more about the myths!

What's frustrating - and what I tend to criticize the most here - is when the fanfiction gets advertised / sold as legitimate retellings; when the fanfiction grossly misrepresents the actual mythology and yet tries to claim it as legitimate anyways which results in fanbases that are running around with completely false information claiming it as fact. If you can give the team behind Hercules credit for one thing, their rendition may not be completely accurate, BUT the folks who made it never bragged about how much smarter they were than other people about Greek myth or call themselves "folklorists" when they didn't even have any formal education/training/etc. in it cough like another creator we know cough 💀 If we want to make a comparison between LO and a Disney film in terms of how it grossly misrepresents the themes and cultural contexts of the original stories it was drawing from... Disney's Pocahontas does exactly that 💅

So if you want to avoid any "grossly" Americanized versions of Greek myth that are borderline disrespectful to the stories they're drawing from... yeah, that's usually a pretty indicative red flag LMAO

But outside of those very specific scenarios, just have fun with it, there really is no "right or wrong" way to engage with the mythology if you're simply just wanting to learn more, the beauty of it being mythology is that it's very diverse in its mediums and thus you don't have to be restricted to learning about it exclusively through academic translations or lectures. Of course, there are cultural intersections with these myths that shouldn't be ignored, we always have to treat it with care when engaging with it so that we aren't overwriting another culture's traditions or beliefs - but if you're simply wanting to learn about and entertain yourself with some amazing stories that have quite literally stood the test of time, do so however you see fit :)

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Am I Acting Weird?

Part II

I've been jogging on this treadmill for over an hour now. Cardio sucks, and I hate this old unventilated gym! When I joined the football team, I did it for the parties and cheerleaders! I just wanted to drink with the cool guys and get laid. I still do, but I haven't had a drop of alcohol in weeks. I can't even remember the last girl I hooked up with!

I used to think it was weird that I was suddenly working out all the time. It was like my entire personality had changed overnight.

I know it's not weird now. Max, my younger brother, told me so. I have to keep working out until I become the quarterback of the football team. Then I have to bulk up and train even more, so I can become a professional footballer. That's my new goal in life, and I can't wait for my little bro to be able to brag about being related to a pro athlete.

Sure, I never really wanted to play football professionally. If it were up to me, I'd be out drinking with my buds, but it's not up to me.

That's not weird right?

I shake my head and slow my aching legs. Droplets of sweat run down my face as I work to control my breathing. My whole body is sore from the conditioning. It doesn't help that this is my third workout of the day. Between my morning weight session, afternoon field practice, and this, I am totally whipped.

I stagger over to grab my workout gear. My night isn't over. I still have to bulk my stomach up for tomorrow.

With a frustrated sigh, I stomp out of the gym and march directly into the diner next door. I nod to the greasy cook behind the counter. I've become a regular here, so he knows me pretty well.

"The usual?" he grunts with a toothy grin.

I nod and sink into a booth.

Max, my little brother, got tired of me eating at the house. Apparently, it took our father too long to cook my bulking meals. Max has me eat here after my workouts, and I completely agree. Max shouldn't have to share our dad with me. He deserved to have someone at home cooking whenever he wanted to eat.

"Four burgers, fries, and a soda," the cook snickers as he slaps the tray in front of me, "A growing boy needs extra protein."

I grimace and turn away from the chef. His breath alone is enough to make me lose my appetite, but I take a big bite and swallow. I won't gain mass if I'm not consuming mass, and I obviously need to get bigger.

I've broken out into a second sweat by the time I'm done. Forcing myself to up, I have to adjust to my bloated waist. You'd think I'd get used to a packed stomach, but I always feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night.

I let out a belch and carry the dirty dishes to the back. It always feels weird strolling into an employees-only area like this, but it's part of how I get my meals for free. You see, the cook let's is nice as long as I take care of two things.

The dishes are the first thing.

"Leave the dishes," I hear his husky voice behind me, "I never wash 'em anyways."

I drop the dishes and turn the sink off, holding my gut as it growls in pain. My belly might ache, but I've got one more thing to do.

The cook watches me expectantly. He licks his chapped lips, and grabs at the bulge under his apron, between his two trunks of legs. He's already fishing the thing out. I know what he wants, so I drop to the floor. This has become just another part of my daily routine.

It's how I thank the chef.

I don't know how this became a habit, because I absolutely do not enjoy it! The man is filthy, and a man! I'm not gay! I like women, but I have to eat a lot to bulk up and Max liked the idea of me eating for free. It's not weird!

I let him manhandle me a bit, gripping my head and pulling my hair. The cook gets off faster if he roughs me up a little. He usually only lasts a few minutes, but it's the longest few minutes of the day.

It's not sex. It's just a transaction!

"Oh, yeah!" he growls with his eyes squeezed shut, "Yeah, boy! Fuck!"

I whip my head off his hairy crotch and jump to my feet. I spit into a napkin and wipe my mouth quickly. I know from experience that I won't be able to get the taste of sweat and meat out of my mouth until I brush my teeth thoroughly at home.

My part is finally done here, so I just want to leave!

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow morning, jocky boy!" he laughs, but I've already stormed out, marching down the street to my house. I'm trying not to think about how I'll be seeing him in a few hours for breakfast.

"Hey dad," I mumble, stepping inside.

"Boy," he answers dismissively, not even looking up from his work. As usual, he's wearing his home uniform: a suit and white gloves. I have a similar outfit for when I'm hanging around the house, but dad gets a lot more use out of his now that I'm constantly bulking up. Max is really the only one who seems to dress casually around here anymore.

I guess that makes him the weird one.

"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to start up a conversation.

"What's it look like, boy?" he answers gruffly, "I'm cleaning up after Max and his guests. Now, either get your uniform on and help or get out of my way."

His attitude makes me cringe a bit. Dad and I used to be really tight. We used to bond over sports and craft beer, but he doesn't really care about anything besides Max anymore.

I don't think he's gone to any of my games for the last few months. He's always cooking or cleaning for Max. I wish I understood. We used to tease Max all the time together, but now he gets angry anytime I try and bond with him. Like, it's totally normal and right for Max to be his new favorite, but I wish we could still chat every now and then.

"Sorry," I mutter.

My father ignores me and heads off to the kitchen in a rush. He looks erratic, and I can tell he's just as exhausted as I am. He's made it a habit of working extra hours at the office everyday. It's so he can bring home the biggest paycheck he can earn every week, but I know is affecting his sleep.

"Where is Max?" I ask.

My dad frowns, tersely responding, "Max took his guests to a movie in my car. The house needs to be clean and snacks need to be ready for when Max gets back."

"Oh," I sigh, "Are his friends staying over again? I'd stay up with you and help serve them, but Max said I should be getting nine hours of sleep every night."

"Go to bed, boy. I'll handle it," he states firmly, putting the final touches on the silver platter.

With that, my father picks up the tray of assorted snacks and walks them out into the living room. There he takes his place by the door and stands in his usual position. It's where he normally waits to welcome Max home everyday. Father and I know that someone like Max shouldn't have to put their own coat away or take off their own shoes.

"Alright, dad, see you tomorrow."

He doesn't answer. He's already standing still as a statue and probably won't move until Max gets back. Hopefully, my little brother won't keep him up too late.

Sleep won't be hard for me to find. I can barely keep my eyes open, and I pass out as soon as I fall on my bed. The rest of the night is a deep and dreamless void, while my stomach processes all the food I ate.

When I wake up, I find dad like this...

"Dad? Dad!" I give his shoulder a nudge.

He jumps to life, jerking his eyes around the trashed living room.

"Did you fall asleep standing up?"

"Maybe," he answers with shock, "Max had me holding everyone's coats while they enjoyed some beer. They must have moved to the bed while I drifted off."

"Aren't they a little young for beer?"

"Max and his guests are welcome to my alcohol whenever they want it!" he snaps back at me.

"Geez, ok."

"You have a workout you need to get to, boy," he barks, "And I'm going to have to hurry if I'm going to clean up this mess before work."

I stare at my father as he scrambles to clean up the living room once again. He looks even more exhausted and disheveled than last night. Hopefully, he would be able to clean everything up with enough time to shower and shave. I know that all of the household stuff is his responsibility, but sometimes it seems like too much.

With a shrug, I turn and step out of the door. My day is going to be the same miserable routine as the last. I'm not looking forward to any of it, but that's not weird. Like Max said, I'll just keep my head down, and power through.

[lizzy019]

Hey hey!! I'm the anon who requested the poly Daniel Larusso and Johnny Lawrence fic, but if u wanted u could do a blurb just to get it off the list?

Also bc u have full creative freedom it might be nice

Idk, in my experience only writing other people's ideas for a while can lead to some killer burn out and I would hate if u got that :((

Ily, have such a nice day, drink water, all that stuff!! 🫶🫶

Thanks babe! I'll try 😭 I'm lacking motivation lately. I used GN reader for this, I hope you don't mind! <3

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"Whimperin' and moanin', like a bitch in heat. Bet your little Danny just adores it, huh?" Johnny snarled as you gagged on Daniel's cock.

Locked in an Eiffel Tower position, you felt utterly useless but to succumb to the two men. You really were like a dog in heat, taking everything they so graciously handed to you whether it be given aggressively or kindly. You took what you got and were thankful for it.

"Oh fuckin'- ah shit! Oh baby! Yeah baby, suck it! Suck it real go-oh fuck!" Daniel was such a bloody mess, his legs were barely holding him up if it weren't for Johnny's rough hands holding him still.

Johnny was smirking like he'd accomplished the greatest thing known to man, pounding into your wee, puffy little hole with vigour as you practically ate Daniel's cock.

It was stupid, all of this stemming from who had the biggest cock and who could last the longest.

But could you really find it in you to care when you were being used like a sex doll? No, you were enjoying it too much to really find a reason to complain.

Your body was sore, your back hurt from the constant arching and moving to adjust for the sake of your comfort, but it was always overtaken by Johnny pushing a hand back against you to keep you from moving.

"They're so good for us, aren't they, Danny? Look at 'em, just takin' these two cocks like a bitch. Bet they like it too, huh? Don't you? Don't you? Come on, fuckin' say it!" Johnny was cold with his words, as if trying to keep his cool even if he was staggering too.

He knew you couldn't speak with your mouth full of Daniel's cock, he just wanted an excuse to give your ass a slap, albeit not hard enough to hurt you.

Without any warning, Daniel had moaned just a bit too loudly as his hot semen filled your mouth and slicked your throat. It tasted yummy, as odd as it sounded. Like salt, but creamy and tangy with just a bit of sweetness to it.

Daniel didn't even seem to feel bad about losing and cumming first, he simply collapsed and let you use his body as something to lean on.

And sure enough, Johnny wasn't far behind as his cum spurted out of his urethra and into the condom he wore to protect you from his children ruining your hole and undergarments.

Poor Daniel, he had to catch you when you collapsed on top of him, and make sure he wasn't crushed under the weight of Johnny on top of you both.

But it was cozy, and you had to admit that being with these two men was nice, warm, and enjoyable.

"Johnny... next time, you should moan like me too. It gets 'em off." Daniel teased, kissing your head to soften the embarrassment he so obviously brought you while Johnny only laughed.

"Pfft, that's gay." Johnny muttered, rolling over to lay on his back and away from you two.

"...Johnny, you are gay." Daniel laughed.

Johnny simply shot him a look before trying to close his eyes and get some sleep. However, you were already long gone into your little sleep.

I kept messing up Johnny and Daniel because Ralph Macchio plays Daniel but he also plays Johnny in The Outsiders, so I had to edit this six times 😭

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3107

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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TIANA I was at Trinity and Jon's house getting things planned for Jey and my wedding soon. We were discussing what colors should be suitable for the wedding and what colors the guys and women should wear.

While we were doing that, I felt Gianna's kicks getting stronger by the second. I always felt worried that I might have her spend this time, but Jey would always tell me that she wasn't ready to come out yet.

But I knew that was most definitely ready to come out of me since the doctor said that she was positioned "sunny side up." So my water could break any day now.

"Are you to push out that baby girl?" Trinity asked.

"Phew, yes, girl, I am so ready to push her out. She's been kicking my damn bladder every single night." I said while rubbing my baby bump.

I heard her chuckle a bit, "Oh, girl, you'll be fine. Just wait until you start having contractions." I sighed while rolling my eyes at her.

"Bitch, imma be a champ throughout all of that, but like I told you, imma get that epidural." Trinity nodded her head in agreement.

That is what I going sticking with getting the epidural so I won't be able to feel the pain I had a huge fear of tearing while giving birth it happened to my mom when she had me so I pray that it doesn't happen when I have Gianna.

I felt my phone buzz, picking it up, seeing that Jey had texted me and was probably checking up on me and making sure I was good since I was in my 39th week of pregnancy.

Hubby🤍 sent a message. IMESSAGE 💬

Hubby🤍: hey, mama, I was just checking up on you, making sure you were doing good.

I smiled at the message and began texting him back.

Mamas🩷: I'm doing fine, Bubba; Gianna's kicks are getting stronger every second when she kicks.

Hubby🤍: you think you might go into labor today?

Mamas🩷: yeah, I believe so I'm not so sure even though the doctor told me that she faced up so Gianna might come.

Hubby🤍: well if that happens I'll make sure you have all the things you need ight?

Mamas🩷: Okay love 🫶🏼

Hubby🤍: ight then Ma, I'll see you after work tell Trin and Em I said wassup for me love you. ♥️

Mamas🩷: I will do that. I love you too.

I turned my attention to Trinity, who was showing me ideas for the wedding venue. I wanted it to be outside on the beach, where everyone could see the ocean swaying in the wind.

For Jey and I's wedding, I drew inspiration from Jon and Trinity's ceremony because I wanted it to be remarkable.

"I really like this, Trin, an outside wedding seeing the waves," I said, scrolling through some inspirational pictures.

"Where do you want to have it?" she asked, looking at me with curiosity. I nodded my head, determined to communicate that this was important to me. I really wanted this day to be unique for Jey as he embraced his culture.

"Yes, Trin, this is what I want. I want it to be special not only for me but also for him," I replied.

We agreed to have our wedding in Maui, Hawaii, and I was excited to share the planning process with Jey. Now, we just needed to figure out the guest list and our honeymoon plans.

'It's going to be perfect'

✧.* I spent the rest of the day at Trinity and Jon's house because I didn't want to go home. We were all watching an hour-long movie when I heard the door open. Jey came in with some food he must have picked up on his way home from work.

He hugged Trinity and greeted his brother with a fist bump before his eyes landed on me. He walked over and placed the food on the table. Leaning forward, he pressed his soft lips against mine, giving me a few sweet kisses before pulling away with a smile. I couldn't help but notice his grills; he always manages to look good, even after a long day at work.

"Hey, mamas, how are you feeling?" Jey asked while he took off his hoodie, exposing his abs a bit.

"I'm feeling okay; I'm just exhausted," I said, yawning.

"Well, before you fall asleep, let's eat some food, Okay?" I nodded, sitting up on the couch and grabbing the food that he had brought for everyone.

We all began eating our food together while watching the movie. As we were eating our food, I felt Jey's hand on my thigh, rubbing it as I made eye contact with him.

"Have you all decided where we are going to have our wedding?" I knew he was going to ask this question, which made me smile.

I nodded my head while calling for Trinity. She got up from the couch and came towards us. " What's up, girl?" I told her to show Jey where we would be having our wedding.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, unlocked it, and showed Jey that we were going to Maui, Hawaii, for our wedding. I saw his face light up while smiling.

"This is so perfect, baby. You all put some thought into it. I love the idea." Hearing his approval of the idea brings joy to my heart. Honestly, he hugged Trinity while giving me a peck on the lips.

"Well, honestly, it was Tiana's idea to have the wedding in Hawaii. She wanted it to be special not only for the two of you but for you, too," Trinity said.

Jey nodded his head while messing up my hair like I was some little kid, which made me push him. After we finished eating our food, we watched the rest of the movie together.

Me and Jey were cuddling together on the couch as he was rubbing circles around my baby bump feeling Gianna's kicks, one of her kicks made me groan is pain I couldn't wait to push her out.

As we were doing that, I noticed my phone light up, and I saw Jey grabbing it for me so that I wouldn't have to reach over. When I unlocked it, I saw that Malakai's mother had sent me a message.

'God, doesn't she know when to quit?'

Mrs Jackson sent a message. IMESSAGE 💬

Mrs Jackson: so I heard that you're pregnant and engaged now? Wow, my son has to suffer in that jail cell all because of your lies. If you had understood him, this wouldn't have happened.

Tiana: Ma'am, respectfully, your son was fucking crazy and mentally ill, but I guess yall didn't care about that, especially after the fact when he put his fucking hands on me and almost fucking killed me. But I guess you're more delusional than I thought.

Mrs Jackson: little girl don't get smart with me, that Samoan man will do you worst.

Jey was reading our messages and smirking at the fact that Malakai's mother had said something about him while he took my phone. I wanted to protest, but I didn't. Instead, I just let him say what he needed to say.

Tiana: This is her fiancé I would advise you to put some fucking respect on my name ma'am and maybe; MAYBE If yall raised your son right and not a women beater him and Tiana probably would be still together right? But no yall didn't second I could never put my hands on her.

Mrs Jackson: DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY SON LIKE THAT.

Tiana: whomp, whomp, anyways, imma need you to stop harassing my fiancée when she's pregnant and doesn't need stress piled up on her that could harm our child, so take your problems somewhere else.

He handed me my phone back and kept his eyes glued to the TV as I read the text messages exchanged between him and Malakai's mom. I felt so lucky to have him in my life. The way he defended me was genuinely attractive.

I was fed up with his mother threatening me and spouting nonsense—like it was my fault that her son was mentally ill and that they should have done better as parents.

"You know... you're so sexy when you defend me, love?" I said, gently caressing his beard with my hands.

He smirked down at me, rubbing his thumb against my lips before speaking, "Yeah? I gotta defend you alofa; you know ion' play about you." His Samoan language sounded so sexy, rolling off his tongue like that.

He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips. Then, there were a few more kisses, and after that, it was a whole make-out session between us. Jey wrapped his hand around my throat, pulling me in more deeply into the kiss.

His tongue was swirling around my mouth, feeling his dick hardened behind me. We pulled away from each other as he got up from the couch, signaling that I should follow him upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Before I could do that I heard Jon, "ya'll are just nasty no wonder why you got knocked up." That's when Trinity popped him upside the head, telling him to mind his business as he pouted like a kid.

✧.* SMUT WARNING "Fuck Alofa, keep ridin' this dick for me." I was bouncing up and down on his dick, holding onto his shoulders for more support.

He kept gazing up at me while he tucked his bottom lip underneath his teeth, watching me devour his whole length inside of me.

He loved the way my pussy swallowed his entire length inside of me, grabbing me by the throat and firmly thrusting his hips up to match my movements.

"Joshhhh, shit," I moaned softly.

I rolled my eyes in the back of my head, throwing my head back in pleasure as I felt a sting on my left ass cheek. He pulled my face closer to his as he smashed his lips onto mine.

We were giving each other sloppy kisses while he was beating my guts in like no other, this was having me feel dizzy.

All you could hear was skins slapping against each other. Trin and Jon could probably hear what was happening right now.

We pulled away from each other as he wrapped his strong arms around my waist while being careful as he began pounding my shit, causing me to moan very loudly.

"Fuckkkkk, Joshhhuaaa." I moaned as he watched me fall apart.

"Give me this fucking pussy mamas, give it to daddy." He grunted while continuing to pound my wet cunt.

At this point, I couldn't even handle it anymore, wanting to push him away immediately, but my body wouldn't let me. He gave me wet kisses on the neck before sucking it like a vampire.

Leaving marks all over my neck, "la'u pusi lea alofa?" I couldn't even comprehend what he just asked me, earning a slap on my left ass cheek.

"Y-yes! This is yours, Tamā, all yours." His facial expression changed when I spoke his language; he didn't know that I'd been studying for a while now.

I kept bouncing on his dick, circling my hips around the tip, trying to spell out my name on it seeing his facial expressions turned up whenever I did it.

"Ioe e fai pea lena alofa leaga." He growled. I loved it when he spoke in his Samoan language, making him sound so good that it turned me on even more.

I started to feel that knot in my stomach, gazing down at him as he placed wet kisses on my chest, cupping both of my breast's in his hand and sucking on the nipples.

"Daddy..this dick feels so good nobody can do it like you do, Daddy." I moaned softly, running my fingers down his mullet.

"Mhm...yo' ass better know who run this shit, mama fuck I'm finna nut all in yo' shit." Jey groaned, giving my left ass cheek another slap.

"Keep bouncing on this dick; make me nut," I whined at the sensation that I was feeling, feeling all of my wetness coat his dick up well.

He let go of my throat and watched me throwing it down in circles as his hands were behind his head. I saw him rolling his eyes in the back of his head as I moan escaped his lips.

I bounced on it with determination feeling my orgasm coming, feeling his dick twitch inside of me, seeing him bending his knees some before gripping onto my waist and thrusting upwards at a speedy pace.

I gasped, hitting him in his chest and signaling him that I was going cum, "Cum on this fucking dick, mama, do it." Seeing his eyebrows furrowed a bit while encouraging me.

I felt his dick twitch again, this man was having me in a daze at this point making me feel miserable like he always do.

My orgasm took over me letting out a loud moan feeling myself releasing all over him, my creamy essence coating his dick up so well as he continued to pump in and out of me.

The substance was stringing along our skins, and we could hear nothing but sticky sounds as it separated into a gooey-like substance.

Jey gripped my hips tightly as he pushed his dick deeply inside of me, feeling his warm seeds, while he groaned in satisfaction, slowly continuing to thrust himself into me before pulling out.

SMUT OVER. I sat up, seeing his dick come out of me while He and I were panting heavily, gazing down at each other while smiling.

"Fuck, mama, you got some good ass pussy." Jey commented before gripping my ass cheeks.

"You know all of this is for you, baby," I replied, feeling my legs getting wobbly as I moved to the other side of the bed.

He sat up, leaning forward, and kissed me on the lips before standing up. My eyes watched him go inside the bathroom, hearing him turn on the water in the tub.

Coming back inside the room, he walked toward me, holding out his hand. "C'mon, my lady, let's go take a bath together." I smiled at him as I held his hand, going inside the bathroom with him.

✧.* JEY After Tiana and I took a bath together, we lay down in the bed, cuddling. She lay down on my chest, and my fingers trailed down her back, watching her sleep.

I couldn't believe I would be marrying this girl and that she was having our child, too. I adored her so much. I grabbed my phone, which was next to her, to make sure I didn't wake her up.

Scrolling through my social media before going to sleep, I saw that Kehlani hoe-ass texted me on Instagram since I've been blocking her new numbers or accounts that she had made to say some negative shit.

hisfavlani: can't we just try again Jey like c'mon uceyjucey: aye, imma need to leave me tf alone Lani hisfavlani: can't we just talk about it uceyjucey: hell naw so stop texting me or it'll be some problems hisfavlani: fuck you Jey.

I felt Tiana shifting a bit on my chest, and I saw her eyes flutter open as she got up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom. I didn't really think much of it, as it was a normal thing for her to do.

I heard the toilet flushed as she opened the door seeing her face expression it looked like she was in pain but didn't want to show it, she laid back down my chest trying to go back to sleep.

She sat up again, holding onto her belly, which made me concerned as I got up from the bed and kneeled at her level.

"Mamas? You okay? What's wrong? Talk to me." I said, feeling concerned.

"Josh, I think I'm having contractions right now, and they hurt so much. I believe Gianna is on her way, " she said as she stood up from the bed, leaning against it, rocking her hips back and forth while her breathing exercises.

"Hollon lemme go wake up Trin and Jon." I left the guest bedroom, went to Trinity and Jon's room, and knocked on their door.

The door swung open, and Trinity appeared standing there, looking at me before speaking, "What's up, brother?" I told her about the situation with Tiana, and she knew immediately.

She wakes Jon up and tells him to get dressed because Tiana might be going into labor today. While they do that, I go back to check on Tiana, who is still rocking her hips back and forth. I can hear her breathing.

I came behind her, pushing her back down to relieve some pain from the contractions that she was feeling, rocking back and forth with her.

"I'm right here, mama. Just keep breathing, baby," I reassured her as she nodded her head.

I placed soft kisses on her back, rubbing circles all over it, trying to soothe her. That's when Trinity came inside the room, seeing Tiana's condition. She grabbed Tiana's hospital bag, which contained everything she needed.

"C'mon, Jey. Let's go before this girl has this baby on the floor," Trinity said as I nodded my head.

I held Tiana's hand, helping her get dressed. Despite her contractions whooping her ass, she managed to get her clothing on before we headed out to the hospital.

She did have one more week until she had Gianna, but I guess Gianna had plans of her own. I texted everyone that Tiana was going to have the baby today, so they needed to be prepared when the baby came.

Jon was driving towards the hospital as I held onto Tiana's hand telling her that everything is going to be okay and that we are here for her, seeing her struggling to push through the contractions.

We timed her contractions, seeing how far along they were, and it was coming back every minute or so.

I hope that she can get through the hard part of this before anything else. I can't believe that this is happening today.

Under Your Touch.

A/n: welllll Tiana finna push that baby outtt and Kehlani ass finna crash tf out when she see the baby.

I will be publishing MARKED after under your touch is completed so stay tune for that I might update again today hopefully 🤞🏽😭

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

[ruenextdoor]

I love you - pedro pascal x fem reader

summary: pure filth

MINORS DNI !!!

warnings: breeding kink, !dompedro, sub!reader, praising, daddy kink, needy reader, begging, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Word count : 594 (sorry this is so short my loves)

A/N : this is my first time writing smut... so it might not be the best. i hope you guys enjoy it tho 🫶

Pedro tore off your panties, discarding them somewhere in his room. Revealing, your poor, wet, sopping pussy begging for attention. He had two hands free, one he used to rub circles around your clit with his fingers and the other he used to unclasp your bra. And with that you let out a moan, the cold air brushing over your nipples, immediately hardening them.

“So fucking wet ..” he groaned “ This all f’me? All worked up because of me sweetheart?” All you could do in response was nod desperately, as he quickened his pace. Now, 3 fingers deep inside of you fucking you with his fingers mercilessly. He watched in awe as your pussy drooled all over his fingers. “ I need your cock, daddy please” you whined

“Greedy” he snarled, leaving a harsh slap on your clit. “Mmm, holy shit. Please fuck me, please.” you begged. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, hair stuck to your forehead with sweat, completely naked, nails digging into the sheets. The scene was quite pathetic, how you were all needy and whiny, but it was all for him, this was how much you wanted him, needed him.

“Since you asked so nicely” he said with a smirk, taking off his shirt and his pants leaving him in just his boxers. “You wanna take 'em off 'f me princess?” he cooed. You slowly took off his boxers watching in awe as his hard cock sprang out. “Fuck" you whined. He stroked himself a few times before he tapped your clit teasingly with his dick, sending vibrations through your body. “Please Pedro I’m begging you” you croaked

Finally, he slid into as you both let out moans of pleasure. Slowly starting to pick up the pace, one hands planted on your hip to keep you in place and held a steady speed of fucking you. The other harshly grabbing at your breast, toying with your nipple. Sounds of skin slapping skin filling the entire the room. He brought down a hand and started to rub your clit, increasing your pleasure. "It's so deep, your so big Pedro." you babbled mindlessly

Fucking you in all the right places till hit he finally hit your sweet spot, that little spongy spot that made you go feral. "Look at you, taking my cock like such a good girl." He was fucking you so good that your vision went blurry and you couldn't think straight. "Fuck Pedro 'm gonna cum" you moaned, eyes rolling as you threw your head back in pleasure, feeling your climax inching closer. He held a steady pace pounding in and out of you as he tightly held onto your hips, chasing his own high. " 'M gonna cum too princess" he breathed. "Cum inside me daddy, wanna feel you" you moaned. " ‘M gonna fill you up nice and good bunny” he groaned, fucking into you deeper with each thrust, helping you both reach each other’s climaxes.

“Im cumming, Pedro, ‘m cummin, fuck it feels so good daddy” you moaned. Moaning even louder as you felt him release inside of you, riding out each others highs. “Thank you.. thank you feels so good daddy thank you so much” you moaned. Completely out of it, he layed on top of you for a bit, still inside of you. Face buried in the crook of your neck, “You feel so good bunny” he spoke against your skin. He came up to pull you into a deep passionate kiss.

"Pedro?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"Love you more princess"

[shineon3]

HELLO GUESS WHO HAS FINISHED WORK

(it's me)

Danyul and whoever you'd like to put him with, and sleepy/drugged/drunk confessions for the ask game 🥳

From here. Hiii lovely!! Thank you for the fun prompt ^^ (For context, this is set in the 'Me and Mine' verse, in the early years of Max and Daniel's relationship)

“Oh, baby, this is hilarious!”

Daniel laughs, a loud, honking noise, hand slapping against his thigh. Max pouts next to him, cheeks deliciously flushed, and he has half a mind to spread him over the couch and worship his body all night, but the game they’re playing right now is almost just as fun as reducing his angel to messy babbles and moans.

Speaking of which, his Maxy gives him a playful punch to the shoulder, and he can’t help but tease him some more. 

“Cmon, sweetheart, you can’t tell me that’s not funny! I can’t believe you got that shitfaced.”

“Shut up, Daniel!”

His darling is definitely drunk right now, slurring his words, and it highlights his adorable little lisp, the way his tongue curls around Daniel’s name. They’ve been sharing a bottle of some liquor Daniel had been gifted, passing it back and forth between them while playing some drinking game Max had discovered on the internet. 

“Okay, okay, I’ve got another question, Maxy. Is there anything embarrassing that turns you on?”

“Wha-” Max chokes a bit on his spit, cheeks even more red. “That’s not fair, you asked two questions in a row!” 

“Ah, ah, ah, angel,” Daniel tuts, playful, flicking the blonde’s nose. “Should I remind you that you asked two questions in the last round? I’m only playing by your rules, ya know?”

“Ugh, fine!”

The blonde takes a moment to think about his answer, and Daniel watches him intently, a smile stretching his lips.

It’s always relaxing, watching his Maxy, no matter what the younger is up to. It helps Daniel settle, knowing his boy is close by and safe. It also helps the ugly, feral thing inside him settle, helps the voices usually accompanying his thoughts go quiet, hushed, no longer frantically hunting for their next victim. It’s the Max effect, as he likes to call it in the privacy of his own thoughts. 

When his angel takes a bit too long to answer, Daniel decides to poke his forehead, and he’s a bit surprised to see Max looking away. 

“Maxy?”

“You won’t… you won’t judge, right…?”

The question takes him by surprise, the younger's voice small and hesitant, but he’s quick to pull Max in his arms, reassuring him. 

“Of course, Maxy. We don’t judge, here, darling, not now, not ever, okay? This is a safe space, and you don’t even have to tell me if you don’t want to.” 

Max just nods, humming quietly against him, and Daniel doesn’t push, one hand around his boy and the other gently carding through the blonde’s hair. 

“Your… your knives…,” Max whispers quietly, so quiet that he has to strain his ears to hear it. “It’s… they’re kind of… when you use them…”

“Yeah, baby? You like ‘em?” 

The younger just nods, face hidden against Daniel’s side. Daniel presses a kiss to the top of his head, the familiar itch to pull his blade and draw blood thrumming through his veins, this time followed by the just as familiar burning heat of arousal. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, that’s hot,” Daniel grins, predatory, relishing in the little shiver going through his angel’s body as their eyes meet. He gets up, scooping the blonde in his arms before making his way to the bedroom. “We’re gonna need to talk some more about it later, set everything up, but I’m definitely on board, baby.”

Whatever reply Max might have had is lost in his moans, but that’s okay. They’ll have time to talk and arrange a proper scene later, after he makes a mess of his pretty angel.