#it was lovely to write ♥

[yeonjune]

Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project ✙ "GGUM" MAKING FILM

[bunnyrafe]

intriguing… tell me more, what do rafe n babydoll argue about during sex?🤔 (idk why i feel a film noir character typing this xbxndn)

bestie… what don’t they argue about ??? as much as we love rafey and babydoll, they can be a little toxic. most of the time their arguments are about how much he works, money, or his attitude overall ‘cause we all know he has a short fuse…

“can’t stand the way you speak to me sometimes,” you huff out, tugging on his hair as he hovers above you.

the force behind his thrusts ‘n how well he fills you up makes it hard for you to get it out, but you piece each word together and hope for the best.

“yeah?” rafe grunts with a dangerous edge to his voice. he squeezes your hips in his palms— his grip is painful, makes you mewl while he continues on, “that right, babydoll?”

suddenly everything’s moving so much faster. his hands slip down, tucking themselves under your knees and forcing your body to fold in half under him while you squeal.

your lungs burn. every fiber of your being feels like it’s actively buzzing because you swear he’s almost too deep. and it’s fucking annoying, because how are you meant to stay mad when you barely have the consciousness to do so?

“well— nothin’s every fuckin’ good enough for you, but you don’t see me complaining ‘bout that…”

rafe murmurs over your parted lips, swallowing up the strained whimper that falls from them when the fat head of his cock kisses up on your cervix. the grin that tugs at the corner of his mouth is wild now that he’s clearly pacified you and fucked the last bit of frustration right out of you— “so just be a good girl and lemme take care of this bratty cunt.”

[doawks]

༊*·˚ what it’s like being with joshua hong.

♫. that’s my girl, frank sativa.

contains sfw & nsfw.

Joshua likes to call you an angel because that's what you are. In fact, if he's feeling extra sentimental (which he normally is) ━ He'll tell you that it was obviously fate that brought you two together. He remembers his late nights when he was usually deep in thought, and how he would pray and pray for God to send an angel his way and bring sunshine to his world so his heart could heal and grow ━ It's memorable to note that since he's met you, you've done just that. Brought light to his world and now his heart's big and fully grown.

Joshua likes to spoil you from the hairs on the top of your head down to the tip of your prettily manicured toe because you deserve the best and nothing less. Seriously, whatever you want. 'Cause nothing is ever too much for his girl - ever.

Joshua likes to show you off━ not to flaunt you like you're some kind of animate object and ignite jealousy in other males, no. But to show the entire world how breathtakingly beautiful you are.

Joshua always, always has you in mind. It doesn't matter what he's doing or where he's at. He needs to have you in his mind, especially when he's on tour and he's so busy to the point where he can't even pick up the phone to text you. The mere thoughts of you and your pretty face is what's keeping him sane.

Joshua likes to listen to anything and everything you say. Every little thing, even when you think he isn't listening━ he is. He likes that you always get so excited when you speak about your day or something as simple as the weather, it's so adorable and he's very fond of it.

(nsfw) Joshua likes to kiss you━ Wherever. But if he's going to be appropriate, Joshua likes kissing your pretty lips because they're perfectly molded and feel so soft against his. He likes to kiss your nose, your cheeks, your forehead. But if he's going to be inappropriate, Joshua likes to kiss your neck, your collarbone or down your pretty body so he can ease his way down to your cunt - spending his morning in between your thighs. Obviously kissing on your clit and puffy lips, because he loves kissing you ━ every damn inch of you.

Joshua likes making everything about you. If he hears one of the members talking about something they like and you just so happen to like it as well, best believe this man will be like, "Oh! YN likes that as well!" with a big ass, boyish grin on his face. Or if he's out at the store shopping for clothes or anything and he see's something that reminds him of you, he'll be thinking, "YN would probably like this." and end up buying whatever it is . . . this correlates with him always having you in mind.

Joshua likes when you send pictures of yourself because he's always quick to make it his wallpaper instantly. He's also saving every picture you send and adding it to his "My pretty girl" collection. He's so whipped for you, it's honestly crazy. And when he's on tour or far away from you, he goes through that collection with a small, content smile on his face ━ silently soaking up all your beauty from the screen awaiting the days 'til he'll get to see your pretty face again in person.

(nsfw) Joshua likes to be sweet and delicate with you. He likes to whisper huskily in your ear, telling you how pretty look while taking his cock like a good girl. He likes━loves to tell you how one day he's going to fuck you full of his come and make you mommy - belly round and breast full of milk as they drip from your swollen nipples. But Joshua can also get rough and mean, telling you how much of a nasty little slut you are for taking him from behind in this dirty public bathroom at the club because you just couldn't wait 'til you two got home so he could properly take care of you. No, you just couldn't wait. Now you're whining and moaning like a bitch in heat while Joshua's splitting your pussy apart on his cock, mascara running down your face, his hand in your hair - pulling the back of your head to his chest.

Joshua's love language: Act of Service. You honestly don't even know why you try to lift a finger when Joshua Hong is around. He makes breakfast every morning and on top of that, he feeds it to you! Giving you a look and a disgruntled grunt when you attempt to lift up your own fork. When he's home before you are, he running you a bath as soon as you walk through the door ━ when he comes from the bathroom, he's making his way over to you, pulling you over to the couch, placing you onto his lap and rubbing your back soothingly; letting you tell him all about your day, not saying anything until you were fully finished. In the bath, he's seated in the back of you and he's washing every part of your body, kissing the skin behind your ear lovingly while doing so.

At the end of the day, Joshua just likes loving you and he will continue loving you until his last breath on this Earth. Even then, he'll still be loving you in the afterlife.

[just-french-me-up]

If you'd still like Dreamling kiss prompts, how about 7 or 17?

@martybaker asked : Hello, your fics are so lovely! May I humbly request ‘A kiss to shut them up’ if you’re still taking prompts? 👉👈 @anonymous asked : Thoughts on dreamling 7 or 17 (to shut them up or to distract - maybe even both at once?) for the kiss prompts?

We're shutting him up, yall! This is a Retired!Dream one, in which Dream struggles with the human body and human condition, and can't see how he can measure up to his old self in Hob's eyes. Angsty you say? Deceivingly horny I raise you! I kept this sorta M rated but... hey if there's more to come *winkwink* who knows?

The human body was a curious thing. It required constant attention, fluids, fuel, maintenance, care. And yet it was so... limiting. Morpheus could still remember how it felt, to think of a place and feel the ground shift under his feet without ever having to move. There had been no hunger then. No thirst. No itching, for his skin had never had the notion that it could be too dry.

If he had ever felt those things, it had been because he had chosen to.

Now the world imposed itself to him, there wasn't much of a choice.

Urges baffled him the most. The dryness coating his mouth on a particularly hot day, his mind conjuring up images of cold, condensation-weeping bottles. The drowsiness taking hold of him after dinner, weighing on his eyelids. The burning, devouring heat flaring in his abdomen as Hob would step out of the shower, a towel lazily tied around his hips, the line of hair trailing down his navel guiding Morpheus' gaze downwards.

It was a strange thing, to be overcome by such sensations. An infuriating thing, really. He ought to be able to resist them. He had been able to resist them, once, to ignore them, dismiss them into nothing if he so chose. How vexing it was, to be a creature of wants and needs, when your existence had been nothing but careful control.

He would not tell Hob, but he could not help but feel... lesser. How clever could his mind be, now that he only had access to his own? How good could his hands be, he who had been able to breathe life into dream clay, fashion lands and castles with a single thought? How pleasing could his touch be, now that he was barred from his lover's unconscious? How could he compare to who and what he had been, once?

They had not made love ever since his encounter with the Kindly Ones. Hob had never pushed, reading Morpheus far better than Morpheus ever could, now. There had been times, here and there, when Morpheus had thought they would, with lingering kisses growing deeper, embraces in bed tighter, but something had held him back. Some bitter gnawing feeling at the pit of his stomach. Yet another thing he could not seem to control.

Yet he wanted. Desperately, frustratingly so. The most mundane things would strike him as the most erotic sights he could fathom. Hob drinking his coffee in the morning, his Adam's apple bobbing as he'd swallow. Hob reading the day's papers, his gaze intent, focused. Hob reaching up to grab this or that from a cupboard, his shirt riding up and showing his navel, while his tired pajama bottoms hung from his hips, revealing the slight dips there, a hint of hair...

Morpheus' body would betray him often, subjecting him to fantasies and erections that, much like the rest, he held little control over. Unlike food, lust was a hunger he never seemed to satisfy. It only grew.

If Hob had ever caught him staring, he never said anything. Instead, he was highly skilled at noticing when Morpheus' mind would start spinning on itself, feeding the loop of existential dread looming over him. He had taken to giving Morpheus tasks, then, something to focus on. Although it would not quite clear the storm, it muffled it somewhat.

Perhaps he'd sensed another one of Morpheus' spirals that night, when his voice rose from the bedroom.

"Oh, bollocks! Love? Might need a hand here."

As he stepped inside the bedroom, Morpheus found Hob standing by the mirror, struggling with his button-up. He flashed a quick contrite smile at him, emphatically tugging at the fabric.

"Can't manage to button those buggers off," he explained.

"Allow me."

The human condition was one thing, but buttons he could handle. Morpheus' touch was methodical, surgical almost, as he focused on the task at hand, yet three buttons later, he could not help but feel his focus slip. He could feel Hob's warmth under his fingertips. His heartbeat. As he breathed in, Hob's scent filled his lungs, distracting him further. By the time he was done with the shirt, his mind had gone elsewhere.

Hob wore an undershirt, a thin, almost see-through thing. It required barely any effort to see his chest in spite of the fabric. Morpheus' eyes trailed down, heat flushing his cheeks. Mindlessly, his thumb traced the line of hair down Hob's abdomen, his mouth filled with want. He could feel hot breath against his lips. Humans were not meant to withstand such hunger.

They were kissing before Morpheus could articulate another thought, Hob's mouth warm and soft against his, the coarse brush of his stubble adding fuel to the fire overtaking him. No doubt Hob had meant for this to be tender, but Morpheus was famished, taking, and taking, and taking all that was offered until his lungs might explode. He found himself gasping against Hob, nose to nose, forehead to forehead.

"Hey," Hob whispered, gentle to a fault. "It's okay. There's no rush."

Morpheus swallowed hard, feverishly catching his breath. Hob's palm was invitingly cool against his cheek.

"I will keep," he continued. "We don't have to―"

"I want to," Morpheus rasped, weeks of frustration pushing the words out of him. "I want you. I just―"

"Just what?"

The patience in his voice was the lifeline Morpheus held onto as he sighed, embarrassment flooding through him.

"This form, it feels... finite. Flawed. Lacking."

Fallible, he did not say. He watched as Hob's eyes grew round, ridicule joining embarrassment.

"Duck―"

"I am not as I once was," he continued, overcome with the need to justify himself. "I am no longer suited to anticipate your every want. I can not satisfy you to the degree I once could. Everything I have to offer is bound to disappoint in comparison."

Hob's stare felt heavy, too heavy for Morpheus to hold, but as he looked away, Hob took his chin between his fingers, directing his gaze back to him.

"Love, I―. Sex is not about making some kind of... of ranking."

"Your unconscious would rank it, regardless."

"Fuck my unconscious. It's my conscious self who wants you, magic dick or not."

The corners of Hob's mouth twitched at his own joke, but seriousness soon took over.

"I love you," he said, prompting Morpheus to look away again. "I love you. I would love you Endless, I would love you human, I would love you if you were a tentacled monster and hell, you've been that before if you'd recall!"

Morpheus fought back the smile creeping up on his lips.

"I never cared how we'd fuck. Well, I did, but― I did because it was you. I wanted to be with you. I still do."

Hob sighed, and they stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other.

"At least now we know that mind of yours is well and truly yours and not a Dream of the Endless exclusive."

"An unfortunate discovery."

Hob's hand settled on Morpheus' waist, his thumb brushing the fabric of his shirt.

"I do want you," he said. "Whenever you're ready. If ever. But I don't want you holding back because you've convinced yourself I may not enjoy it well enough, according to some cosmic standard you've set for yourself."

Morpheus nodded slowly, his own thumb back to tracing the happy trail on Hob's stomach.

"I have always found you pleasing enough, after all," he dared, shooting a tentative look at Hob. "As human as you are."

Hob made a face, pulling him closer by the waist.

"Your compliments need work, duck. But I do think there's a silver lining to this whole human condition you are overlooking."

"Is that so?"

Hob smirked at him, fully conscious of how devilishly handsome that made him. He had had, after all, centuries to hone those skills. How long would it take him?

"You no longer have access to my unconscious, right?"

"I do not."

"Which means you can no longer anticipate my every want, as you said."

Now that was rubbing salt into the wound.

"Yes," he conceded with a frown.

"Well imagine how arousing it is, my love," Hob said, his eyes darker by the second, "to be able to surprise you."

A warm shiver went down Morpheus' spine, sending his pulse into a frantic race. He swallowed thickly, holding Hob's gaze.

"How arousing?"

"Very. Cock-achingly, one might say."

Morpheus glanced down, finding Hob's trousers tight, his hard cock pressing against the fabric, making his knees weak. The human body truly was weak in the most delicious way.

"I could dare you to surprise me," he teased back, his breathing loud in his ears.

"You could."

Gods, that mouth of his, Morpheus was quite certain he could be undone from that tone alone. But still.

"But should you find me displeasing, you ought to―"

The rest of his words were swallowed into a kiss, unheard and discarded, replaced by tender sighs and wanting hands, and after a while, Morpheus found he'd forgotten what they even were, his mind blissfully blank save for pleasure.

The human body was a curious thing. A highly pleasing thing, at times.

Send me a kissing prompt?

[prentissluvr]

thinking about later seasons transfem sam my beloved <3

tw: mentions of rape, being misgendered, and hating oneself

she’s so stoic and quiet and her face always looks tired. but she takes charge and does what she can and loves jack so much. she knows that kelly will always be his mother, but she is his mother too.

jack is very confused the first time that sam is misgendered in front of him. "sam is a girl," he says, matter of fact. sam can't afford to tear up. she explains it to jack when they get home and he thinks of her no differently. just that she is even stronger than he thought.

mary finds out she has a daughter. mary loves her. mary sees herself in sam. mary trims the dead ends of her hair, but doesn’t chop it short like she did with her own hair. sam's hair gets longer and a little curly when it rains or she doesn't brush it after a shower. always, mary sees herself in sam. a tired, guilty mother. a tired, guilty woman.

she stutters more than she used to, and she tries not to feel insecure about it. she doesn't notice it most of the time when she does stutter, though, because she's too stressed and tired to worry about something so small. her boobs are bigger these days, and she loves it, but her shoulders are forever too broad. she's a little bit more okay with that than she used to. maybe they have to be that way so she can carry the weight of many worlds on them.

she can never ever let on that lucifer raped her in the cage. she does not have sex.

she loves eileen from afar for a long time. but she trusts her innately. sam appreciates her more than she could say for her blatant and unabashed bisexuality. eileen makes her feel safe and seen in almost all of the ways. they have an understanding of each other that they have with maybe no one else.

she feels seen by charlie and rowena, at least a little bit. her and charlie talk about being lesbian, and charlie is one of sam's greatest supporters. she was sure that they'd finally make it to the dress shopping hang out that they'd been planning for years once they got the mark of cain off of dean. she dies and so does so much of sam's hope for the little joys. doing makeup together in her room in the bunker, talking about their favorite hot lord of the rings girls, the characters in books they like that they headcanon as queer. in the combined pool of pure and genuine and full love for sam in the world, charlie was responsible for most of it at the time. that love doesn't truly die, but sam is still less actively loved for who she is without charlie.

rowena trusts sam the most for many more reasons than the fact that she's a woman. she used to say things like "us women have to stick together, sam," to manipulate her. now she says it with heart. she calls sam beautiful when she flirts with her. she calls them a pair of "stunning, powerful women." she affirms her very often, just because that's how she talks.

and rowena is quiet about her bisexuality. she isn't insecure or worried, but the casual and unobvious way that she treats it is nice for sam. they rarely talk about that sort of thing, but sam is the first person out of this group of people that she offhandedly mentions it to. this is not an accident. she offers her spells that boost estrogen safely, quickly, and easily. rowena starts learning about and exploring the potential role of magic in transitioning.

the first person to love her unabashed and for who she is, with no reservations and nothing tainting anything, was jess. everything is so different now. sam is a grown woman. she's in her thirties. she's essentially a mother. everything is so much worse. somethings are better, easier. she has people that love her and care about her. she will never forget jess and what she did for her. because jess loved her, she let ruby love her, she let charlie love her, she let rowena love her, she let eileen love her, she let her mother love her. she hates herself a lot. she doesn't always hate her body. she actually feels good in her skin sometimes. she feels horrible in her skin sometimes.

she is trapped in a cycle of guilt and weariness and grief. at least she still knows how to smile sometimes. she is trapped.

[gleefulpoppet]

NOW COMPLETE

Sonder Word Count: 460,500 [Explicit] Lots of art and photographs

[AU] Kurt is one of the most respected and talked about men in the fashion industry and business world. His app Style•Revolution is the fastest-growing app in history, still rising after three years. Recently, he moved the company to Seattle to be at the heart of the newest technology epicenter in the United States. Yet, with all his success, experience keeps teaching him to be wary of people’s motives who want to be close to him, and he wonders if he’ll be alone forever. Or maybe this city has plans for him that he can’t imagine when his gaze locks with a mysterious, honey-hazel-eyed busker.

You can read on AO3 [here].

[ruexvn]

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𝙰/𝙽: 𝙰𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 24 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 20.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚓𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝-𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙴𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜! 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜: 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 40 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 '𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎' 𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚜. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜

"𝚎-𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎?"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

"𝚢𝚎𝚜?"

"𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜?"

"𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔... 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘-"

"𝚏-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔....", 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝...

"𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝!..", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. '𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢!' 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

"𝚞𝚑.."

"𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.. 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜"

𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚜? 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

"𝚊𝚑... 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚑𝚖... 𝚠𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜.....𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?"

𝙰𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚣𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.

"𝚘𝚔?.."

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 ��𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎....𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

"𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖&𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍...𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚢!... 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚏 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚢.."

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜.

"𝚢-𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑-..𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚑?"

"𝚢𝚎𝚊 𝚒 𝚞𝚑.. 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 2 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗"

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

"𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝...𝚘𝚛-"

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗-𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?"

"𝚢/𝚗.."

𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝

"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜"

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎, ��𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗

"𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢?"

"𝚢𝚞𝚙, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖"

"𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗?"

"𝚖𝚑𝚖..𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜... 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 '𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢'"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐

"𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 17 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍."

𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛? 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎?

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗?"

"𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔"

"𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗..."

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛?", 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜.

"𝚗𝚘!", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍. "𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝...."

"𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢"

"𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝"

"𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎....𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗"

"𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞..."

"𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎?"

"𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎... 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖..𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝!"

𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎. 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙.

"𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢/𝚗.. 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢....𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏"

"𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍.. 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖"

"𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑��𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐"

𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗..𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝

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[iamthecomet]

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wait but like, if the ghouls hadn't seen humans as anything other than prey they would have no reason to glamour as them, so like they used to disguise themselves as cats, something a little too big and wild to be a housecat but if you look fast enough why would you question it?

as they start to get comfortable they start to take on more and more human traits, showing that they think the humans are part of their pack now

you're so smart comet i'm kissing your brain

I know we talked about it earlier too, but I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS.

Sure the cats are big but they're just cats, right? Forest cats are big. They're not feral though--they don't run or hiss or swat. They watch. It's a little eerie, a little creepy. But Nihil's boys are invested immediately. Terzo catching the eye of the biggest cat, of course. He's black, with a charcoal gray patch on his chest. Dark nose. Vibrant--purple, no they must just be dark blue--eyes. Nihil and Imperator both have that uncanny valley feeling. Like what they are looking at is both cat and not, but they don't seem dangerous. Just a little too sentient. Not pets. Even when that big black cat follows Terzo home one day--he never becomes a pet. A companion, sure. And then when the others start to hang around, they too are never pets. They tolerate attention, they appreciate food. But they cannot be tamed or commanded.

"Typical cats," Imperator says, but Nihil isn't so sure. Wary. Always. And then weird things start to happen. Secondo swears he saw a naked woman out at the lake. Just a glimpse. A moment of eye contact. A ghost? A siren? Seconds later the pure white cat that likes to hang out on the shores pads over to him, nuzzles against him. Looks up at him with eyes that feel a little too familiar. And then there's Terzo's cat--hardly a cat now. Bigger than ever. And Terzo swears the cat--he calls it Omega--talks to him. But that's just silly kid games, right? It's gradual, gentle. Until eventually when they take humanoid forms it feels--normal. Not surprising at all when Omega is suddenly a person--or an approximation of one. Or when that pretty white cat shifts right in front of Secondo and asks if he wants to go for a swim.

[zumicho]

@ZUMICHO IS SIGNING OFF ! ☹

IF YOU WANT MY NEW @, SEND AN ASK SO I’LL KNOW TO SHOOT YOU A DM WHEN I HAVE IT — ♥︎ SEE YOU THERE ♥︎

info for my ongoing/uncompleted fics under cut, for those curious

MATADOR is now a personal fantasy between me, mitch, lia, dodger, and molly — might redo it on my new account but it won’t be anytime soon . mechanic iwa you will be missed

GROWING SIDEWAYS will be revisited on here one day <3 I love it too much to let it go, thank you 88 ford

BLUEPRINTS will be rewritten into a oneshot on the new acc

PANORAMA is ……… tbd, on hold for now

and this , WILL be happening on the other side. stay tuned

got to 676 friends on the little time I was on here and I’m so incredibly grateful for you all 🫶🏼 MOUSETRAP OGs !! you have my heart and you will be seeing a new and improved writing style on the other side (if I see you over there)

me rn #plotting

[bunnyrafe]

omgomgyesghegrhgrr i am literally so feral over this i am frothing at the mouth, chomping at the bit for more (if you want to / feel inspired to write it ofc!!!)

thinking about how after the second time you fuck he begs you to stay with him, because when you’re right next to him he doesn’t have to try to desperately keep tabs on you and wonder if you’re seeing another guy. makes you delete tinder and any other dating apps you have right in front of him, while you’re wrapped up in his arms. he’s a psycho but he eats you out so good after you do that for him…

“that’s my good girl,” he’ll moan the words out, in complete bliss now that his plan is falling into place and you’re one step closer to being under his control. he nips at the plush flesh of your inner thigh and laughs against your soft skin once you squeal ‘n tug his hair— “no one else can have this sweet pussy— won’t allow it.”

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Eustass Kid Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #20. "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @swampstew

Summary: Eustass up and vanished for a whole day, and gave orders to keep you on the ship no matter what. Then he had the audacity to expect a warm welcome.

Content Notes: oral sex (reader receiving), of course he calls them mouse, vaginal sex, inappropriate use of a devil fruit >.>, cream pie, swearing, short but mighty - fluffy end

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Kid’s golden amber eyes were on you like a predator watching its prey. His head was between your thighs, and after a few teasing kisses against them, he was now buried in your cunt, eating you like a man starved.

It felt good.

It felt really good.

But you’d be damned if you were going to let him know how good it felt, or how much you missed him.

He’d been gone before you woke up, and came back so late you were truly dead to the world by the time he came to bed. The day had dragged without him around and no one on the ship seemed to know what had kept him. Only that Hip and Hop had explicit orders to keep you aboard. No exceptions.

When you’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, you’d wriggled yourself free with the intent of just being somewhere else when he woke up. Your movements, careful as they were, had been enough to wake him. After you’d refused to kiss him, and he’d refused to tell you what he was up to, you ended up here.

Kid was certain he could fix your bad attitude and had spent the last ten minutes kissing your body and stripping away your pajamas. You didn’t deny him, didn’t tell him to stop, but you refused to kiss him back until he told you what he was up to.

Damn him and his skills.

The first soft moan escapes you, and you can feel the grin on his face with his lips pressed against your pussy like they were. There was no winning for you now, and even if you didn’t want to give in, your body was done trying to protest.

Your legs trembled as he gripped your hips and twirled his pierced tongue against your clit. Your hands grabbed the sheets so roughly your knuckles were white, and a much louder moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harshly on the bundle of nerves.

You could feel the familiar hum that followed his devil fruit power, and nearly swore as a smooth, round, long, and cold metal object began to rub your slit, just below his lips. It was a gift you had given him some time ago, a perfectly smooth glob of metal that you had happened upon after a particularly fierce battle.

It reminded you of a wish stone, aside from the fact that it wasn’t a stone, but for Eustass Kid it was a perfect one. You told him about wish stones, gave it to him and just left it at that. It had been a few months before either of you had admitted your feelings.

You were delighted to know he kept it on him all that time, but you couldn’t believe what he was getting ready to do with it.

“Is… is that my g-gift?” You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to give an inch, but you were too surprised by the revelation.

Eustass only looks at you, spreading your legs wide as he teases your clit with his teeth. Your body freezes, if you buck you could hurt yourself, but the hard, almost sharp sensation of his teeth against your throbbing clit was sending lightning through you.

The brute could be terrifyingly precise when he wanted, and you’re nearly whimpering as the metal wish stone pushes into your cunt. You can’t move, you can’t twitch, all you can do is accept every single drop of pleasure. The stone’s nothing compared to Kid, but it’s vibrating as it slides back and forth inside you while he pays careful attention to your clit.

The pleasure’s building, your toes are flexing, and you’re worried you’re going to leave holes in the sheets as you try not to move.

“Kid – Kid, please. Please. I ca-can’t take it!” You cry as the pleasure seems ready to overwhelm you. You need to move, you can’t stay perfectly still when you cum, you know you can’t, and you want to squirm and scream and cry for him on top of it.

Everything stops, except for a few heavy, lazy licks from Eustass against your shivering clit.

“You miss me, mouse?” He questions evenly, bright eyes regarding you from beneath hooded lids.

You almost cry, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Gonna show me how much you missed me?” He prompts, the wish stone slipping out of you and into Kid’s hand as he changes positions, caging himself over you.

You nod as thick arms hook your legs and push them open, Eustass Kid leaning down closer to you as his heavy cock presses against your clit. You reach out as he leans down closer, letting your hands disappear into his fiery red hair, pulling yourself up to meet him and kissing him.

The press of your lips together included the push of his throbbing cock into your pussy. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you gasped from the pleasure, Kid leaning into you and diving into the kiss as he thrusts deep inside you. He took you, devouring your cries and moans with relentless and aggressive kisses as his hips slapped into your thighs.

He was so precise. So exacting. Even at his most bruising, Kid took you to the limit he intended. Limits you weren’t even originally certain you could reach. Not just behind closed doors either.

“K-Kid!” You cry, your voice muffled by the continued kisses. His lipstick is a mess on his face, it’s a mess on yours, you’re sure. How late did he get back, that he didn’t even clean it off?

“Yeah, sweetheart?” The question falls from him in a grunt as he continues to pound into you.

“F-fuck, fill me up, please!” You beg, feeling yourself melt at the glint in his eyes as the devious grin slips along his face.

“Missed you too, mouse.” He grins before leaning down and kissing you again. His tongue pushing past your lips as he commands control of both of your mouths.

Your body tenses, shivering against the immovable will that his Eustass-goddamned-Kid as the pleasure within you crests. Your cry of pleasure breaks the kiss as you’re squirming uselessly under him. His lips find your neck instead, teeth and tongue leaving their mark and urging more desperate growls of pleasure from you as you orgasm against him.

A few heavy thrusts, a satisfied grunt that sinks into your neck, you can feel his pleasure already leaking down your body. He slumps against you, head resting against your chest, as you both just enjoy the quiet afterglow for a moment.

You wonder idly if he got any sleep at all last night, and what could he possibly have been up to? What the hell happened yesterday that would leave Kid docile and spent after a single round?

It would be some hours before you would know. The velvet wrapped custom wooden box was still perfectly wrapped in Kid’s coat. From the box to its contents, he had made everything, in a single day, at someone else’s workshop, because he didn’t want you to see anything.

Not until he was ready.

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[sweet-beezus]

@khoc-week

Man, the final day already...

It's been so fun to poke around all those OCs, always a pleasure to experience and makes me excited for next year!!

I've been busy, so I may go back in to reread all the posts and appreciate them in full, but just know I absolutely adore everyone's OCs and thank y'all for being unashamed to post and talk about them!!! ♥ ♥

Genuinely, it's so enriching for me-

Without further ado, the final prompt!

Day 7 - Future

Considering that Myst gets trapped in the Realm of Darkness with Lugh before Aqua's sacrifice (I say as if I'm not the only one aware of this information, but the time frame is vague so far so who even knows when it happens-), you'd probably imagine that her future would end up lonely, especially if she and Lugh got separated for... mysterious reasons. ([cough cough] another old man bites the dust, my condolences to old men enjoyers.)

However, she finds herself running into Aqua at some point and the two traverse the realm together until they reach that fated shoreline, waiting for someone to come get them.

The both of them do end up caving in to their individual darknesses, Myst having to face a sort of guilt for losing Lugh (situation pending, I'm leaning towards her striking him down herself in a fit of darkness induced hallucinating) and it corrupts her in a way that will definitely haunt her forever.

Oh, yeah babey we're making the decade in the dark truly mean something this round-

This makes them a girlboss anti duo of some sort at the end of it all, and this is where their story merges into the wider span of my extended sorta canon-compliant timeline! (which I still have yet to actually write, it just exists in my mind forever now-)

However, if we're talking the actual future beyond that, I anticipate she takes some time to heal and eventually finds an apprentice of her own!

I feel like she would take a page out of Lugh's book with her teaching style, but would make it fun and engaging yet respectful to the places she would travel to.

That aside, she'd probably hang around the Land of Departure from time to time and travel for more out of the box lessons, but most of it would be there to at least bring some use back to the place. She never had a more permanent training ground, so this is the closest she's got, even if it carries memories that haunt everybody.

She'd be a very interesting mentor, especially since a decade in the dark makes it so you miss a lot in terms of what's hip and what's old fashioned, but even with the healing time it's not quite clear whether or not she'll actually go anywhere to find out. That's what the new young people she'll meet are good for!

She'll be like a grandmother in a 30-something's body, more or less. Just depends on how she'll go about it and if she'll understand, it's all about breaking down those trauma walls.

I feel like she'd get a kick out of being the fun aunt to all these weird kids she gets to meet, maybe to a degree where it annoys Aqua juuust a lil bit.

Anyway, that concludes this year's KHOC Week!!! It's been a blast to participate again and I can't wait to hang out again next year!!

She deserves a bit of whimsy in her life-

Speaking of Aqua, I anticipate them getting happily married, and once they're mentally well enough for that, or temporarily retire, perhaps starting a family!

Even more whimsy!!! Which will benefit them in the long run most certainly!

[prentissluvr]

thinking of a very specific moment in the dhow but imagine sam’s knocked out and you’re injured badly and dean’s calling 911 bc even he doesn’t know what to do and he’s also injured and just linking pinkies with sam. being scared, not knowing if he’s okay or if you’re okay or if dean’s okay but you’re in contact with him and 911 is otw so it’s okay! but right now it’s all so scary and you wish you were sam right now, knocked out and concussed so you didn’t have to be awake and scared and worried about everything

-🌬️

UGHHH the angst i love it sooo so much <33 this is perfect my love ughhh

tw injury and blood!

you're laying on the floor, practically helpless. you could be bleeding out, but you're not too sure. you're more than likely in shock; that's why you can't feel very much. though, as the adrenaline starts to fade, the stabbing pain gets worse. but you're not paying yourself any mind as you stay focused on the fact that you saw sam get hit over the head, two times, hard.

your neck hurts when you turn to look for him. you find him quickly. he's not too far away, but his eyes are closed and his forehead is bloodied. he's limp on the floor. you call out his name. there's not answer.

then you hear dean's voice, floating in and out of your focus. it sounds like he's on the phone. he's calling for help. maybe it'll be okay. you're not so sure

you reach out, painfully, achingly. he's so close. you can't reach him. you really stretch and the searing pain in your stomach causes you to grunt aloud. where's dean? the next room, maybe? what happened, you wonder. then your pinky catches sam's and it might be okay.

[lady-wyrd]

Iseult in The Last Kingdom 1x07

[gleefulpoppet]

Sonder Chapter 71: Tally-ho! [~2300 Words]

“I love you, Blaine.” Kurt bites his lip, his eyes glossy as he pulls Blaine’s wedding ring off his finger where he’s been keeping it safe and holds it up. “I want to put this on your ring finger where it belongs.” “Kurt!” Blaine says breathlessly, covering his mouth. His heart races as he lets those words soak in. “I don’t know what that means for us. I won’t deny I’m terrified. But I also know that I never want anyone to doubt again that I’m your husband.”

You can read Chapter 71 [here] or from the beginning on AO3 [here].

[zeroducks-2]

strapping you to a chair and forcing you to write fluffy sladick >:3

Reporting live from the chair I've been strapped to, have some fluffy Sladick!

(I used this other ask to give myself a prompt, I hope you'll see it anon!)

5. "Sing to me" Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Dick has never been a fan of the rain, even if living in Gotham he needed to get used to it if he wanted to survive. It doesn't mean he has to like it, and the way the city is perennially covered by layers of polluted air and stormy clouds is his least favorite aspect of it.

However. Sprawled on the bed with way too many pillows propping him up in a semi-sitting position, the wall-sized windows of the loft letting him see the entirety of Gotham bay, the way it's engulfed by clouds, the soft patter on the glass... well, that he's been enjoying greatly. He's been at it for a while now, just resting like that and watching the rain fall on the gray sea, and by this point he's hungry and would get up if he could, but he doesn't dare move. Not with Slade currently sleeping face down against his chest, an arm partially wrapped against Dick's middle.

Dick has fingers running through his hair, slowly and gently enough not to rouse him, and listens to his heart beating in an uncharacteristically slow way. They had a rough night. He knows he'd be dead, wasn't it for Slade. Slade would be dead too, wasn't it for Dick. At least they're even, he thinks with a half smile, and if this isn't the first time he and Deathstroke exchange favors, it never happened before that once the mission was over, they'd found themselves kissing and groping each other under the relative cover of an isolated alley.

«Little bird.»

Dick doesn't flinch because he's used not to, but his caress halts if only for a moment. «I thought you were sleeping.» He says and it's true, not much changed in the way Slade's breathing and his heart is beating, he might be sleeptalking for all Dick knows.

«I was.» Slade straightens up but remains over him. He doesn't lean against Dick's chest anymore, instead cages him with his own. «But, I understand you might want to go.»

Dick smiles and leans in to close what little space there is between them and kisses him, and their bodies are not touching anymore so he can't be sure, but he could bet that the man's heartbeat picks up.

«I'll stay until you're fully healed, okay?» He says but barely even finishes the line because a hand comes up on his cheek and there's another kiss, deeper this time, more urgent. Like Slade was still gripped by adrenaline after seeing Dick get nearly decapitated.

«Yeah.» The man says, appearing to forcefully pull away but their foreheads remain touching. «Stay as long as you wish.»

Dick frowns and brings both arms up to hold him, recognizing apprehension when he sees it. «I'm alright.» He says, straightening up on his knees so that they can embrace properly. «I'm not hurt. You made sure I wasn't. Please don't be worried about me.»

«I know, Dick.» Slade replies and runs a palm down Dick's naked spine, and he frowns, realizing that this is the first time the other calls him by his first name. «I'm not worried. I'm just glad you're here with me.»

He widens his eyes and feels his face flush, not knowing what to say or do with what he just heard. He doesn't break the embrace and searches the edges of the bandages he himself wrapped around Slade's middle; that's what prevented them from actually tearing each other's suit off in that lane, the night before. The fact that Slade was bleeding out, the wounds too severe for his healing factor to take care of without assistance. At least they managed to get to Slade's safehouse. Or, well, whatever this luxurious loft in Gotham Central classifies as.

«Sing to me?» Slade asks, holding him back and breathing in once dipping his nose into the hair on the side of Dick's head. «Like you did last night.»

Dick smiles, he thought Slade was passed out and didn't even realize. He nods and lies back down with him, letting him rest against his chest again, then hums an old song from his childhood.

Thank you for asking Jelly and anon ♥ Here's the prompt list for whoever wants to peruse it, or send me another prompt :)