#it’s going to take some time for this one to heal

[gojoest]

from pregnancy freak to postpartum freak — satoru finds himself in a tough spot while your body is recovering from giving birth to his child. he tries to be patient but motherhood looks so beautiful on you… and unfortunately, after you’re ready to have him again, there seems to be another little issue — one that likes to cry and disrupt the moment satoru has been longing for

MDNI, established relationship, f!reader (she/her), pregnancy and postpartum, you have a beautiful baby daughter, mentions of breastfeeding and satoru being really really weird about it, mentions of male masturbation, somno if you squint really hard (just to be safe), pet names (baby, beautiful, sweetheart), nothing too explicit going on here tbf, but there’s a sweet little hint of a potential breeding sesh at the end, not proofread, wc: 1.8k+

your husband (gojo satoru) and you have always had a marvelous sex life, one that would naturally induce a sense of envy in anyone who came to know of it, accidentally or not — the walls were thin, but sometimes it was the mouth of your husband that was too big.

but in all honesty, there has never been a day in which you didn’t desire each other carnally, even after so many years.

you thought, maybe, this might change after he knocked you up with a baby — you had read a handful of articles on the topic and how some men become more distant during that sensitive timeframe — but as it turns out, you could not have been more wrong. either those magazines sucked or your husband was some sort of mutation. maybe, it was both.

your pregnancy could be, in fact, easily considered the peak of your sex life — that round belly of yours really did a number on him, as well as on you. well, with you it was the hormonal changes your body was going through that made you so borderline sexually insatiable, and the mood to bounce on him would strike you more often than ever. at some point, your sex drive went off the roof — you’d ask him to fuck you multiple times a day and satoru couldn’t be more fortunate — he’d drop everything and oblige in an instant, like that was all he had been waiting for, which was not so far from the truth. it was safe to say that you enabled the freak in him, and he was grateful.

“thank god… i don’t know how else i could survive those 9 months with you glowing like this, becoming more and more beautiful with each passing day”, he’d say to you every time you pressed and rubbed your ass against his cock in the middle of the night, not so innocently waking him up because you had a craving.

you had a lot of sex, but he was always careful with your aches and pains, no quirky positions until the baby was born — your physique didn’t allow it as the pregnancy progressed anyway. but the passion was always there, undeniably so, growing along with you.

but things changed after you went into labor and your daughter was born. the perfect little angel, his and his baby’s baby. satoru has never been happier.

to be honest, he didn’t think about sex at all in the beginning. he was on cloud nine, overjoyed. every second of his day was spent exploring this new light in his life and taking care of the both of you.

after you got discharged from the hospital, he took it upon himself to look after the house and deal with the chores — he handled the cooking, he washed the dishes, cleaned, did the laundry and everything else that needed to be done — while you were healing and navigating through motherhood. he helped you nurse your daughter, there wasn’t a single night where he didn’t wake up along with you whenever the baby needed feeding or randomly started crying.

but soon enough, after he adapted to this new pace, his sex drive started showing signs of its return. it came back strong — in fact, stronger than ever, and once again it was none other than you to blame for it.

…because, being a mother looked so good on you.

you have been his wife for years. but now, you are the mother of his child, and that is a title that somehow makes you his even more than ever. it is so permanent. because, even if you leave him one day — which you never would since he would simply never allow it — being the mother of his child will always tie you to him, he will always have a place in your life. that’s it, you just made it impossible for yourself to run away from him. like it or not, you will be his eternally and irrevocably.

he liked watching you be a mother and couldn’t help but get bricked up each time you held your daughter close to your chest, revealing your breast and holding it to her mouth in order to feed her.

was this normal? to get this hard? now of all times? — he didn’t know, and honestly, he didn’t bother finding out. because, when was he ever normal about you to begin with?

all he wanted to do in those moments was pin you down and fuck himself into you. you could see it in his eyes and in his bulge that he was trying to readjust.

“don’t try anything funny in front of the baby”

“i would never — i am simply watching and engraving this scene into my mind, for later”

‘for later’ obviously meant when he was jerking off.

the doctor said “no sexual intercourse for six weeks”

your body needed time to heal after giving birth, and that was only natural. and it was okay.

but it didn’t mean it wasn’t arduous for him. he had to watch you day and night without being able to touch you in ways he wanted to.

and now it’s been two months. two whole months without him laying a finger on you. his urges were back with full force, but yours? not really.

sure, you cuddled plenty while the baby was sleeping, which made it even harder for him. but you never got sexually intimate after you gave birth. he was well aware that you needed more time, that your body was still not ready, that you were exhausted physically and mentally because, once again, you were going through all these changes — because of him.

he understood that. but still, he missed you so much.

he’d jerk off whenever he got the chance, more than once a day, in fact. religiously so in the shower, it was a must — or else he would find it more difficult to manage himself around you.

sometimes he’d watch you breastfeed the baby and secretly sneak into the bathroom midway through it to rub one out, because if he didn’t — he’d bust right then and there. but can you blame him? you looked so maternal, so ungodly and unapologetically beautiful. the way you hissed whenever the baby sucked too hard on your nipple made him wish it was him dragging those sounds out of you…

fuck. he was becoming a freak again.

there were nights when he would wake up, as hard as a rock, and watch you sleep while fisting himself in the spot next to you in bed. he would be careful not to wake you when pushing the cleavage of your gown down, just enough to take your breasts out. he’d peck you softly on the nipples and that would inevitably and always lead to him uncontrollably unloading himself inside his palm. sometimes he would make a mess of the bedsheets, other times — of your nightgown.

“shit— if simply touching your skin does this to me, then i don’t want to think what will happen to me the second i slide it in”, he’d curse under his nose while washing off in the bathroom. “fuck. i miss you, baby”, he’d brush a hand over his face. “look what you made of me…”, and he would get hard all over again, just because for a split second he thought of being inside you.

luckily, you soon started dropping subtle hints of desiring him — initiating longer morning kisses, biting your lower lip and giving him the look whenever he walked out of the shower, saying his name in that same sweet voice with an undertone of fake innocence you would use in the past every time you wanted him to do things to you, rubbing his chest as you cuddled in bed or on the couch, sometimes your hand would slide a bit lower down his abdomen… but, that was it.

satoru never saw past the pearly gates, because his sweet angel of a baby would always start crying in the most inappropriate of times, as if on purpose.

“you go — i don’t want to face my daughter with a boner”, he’d whine, and you’d chuckle.

he loved his daughter more than anything, but he was genuinely bummed out and he had to do something about it.

one afternoon, after you fed the baby and left her in the care of your husband to go and take a shower, satoru put his daughter in the crib and leaned over with a serious expression of a parent about to lecture their misbehaving kid.

“listen, little miss, because we have a problem”

the baby chuckles in response.

“…and apparently, you know it”, satoru snorts. “but listen here, i know you love mama and you want her all to yourself. but what about papa?”, he pouts. “papa loves her too and wants her all to himself, at least once a day, but you’re not giving him a chance here. it’s not like i am asking for an entire day, just stay put for 15 minutes — 15 minutes is all i am asking for. deal?”

his daughter lets out another sweet chuckle.

“i’ll take that as a yes”, he caresses her cheek before leaving the room with the baby monitor in hand to join you in the shower.

finally. it was happening.

he stripped out of his clothes and walked into the bathroom, placing the baby monitor on the sink countertop before stepping into the shower cabin, letting the hot stream wash down his body as he reached for you.

“hello, beautiful”

“oh—“, you jolt. “you’re here? but what about the ba—"

“shh—“, he puts a finger on your lips, his free hand snaking around your waist to pull you close. “don’t worry, she’s fine. if something happens, we’ll know it from the baby monitor — so just relax”

you smile against his fingertip and softly peck it before sucking it in between your lips. his cock, already hard and squished between your naked bodies, throbs with a powerful twitch. a low growl rolls out of his mouth.

“god… i’ve missed you so much”, his hips involuntarily push against you, a desperate attempt to seek more friction by humping himself on your stomach. with how starved he was for you, he could probably finish just from this. but he wanted to take it slow and savor every second.

“it’s been so long, isn’t it?”

he nods. “i thought i was going to die”

you laugh. “you’re exaggerating”

“i am not… i never thought our tiny little angel could be such a huge devilish cockblock”

“you shouldn’t speak like that about our kid”, you snort.

“but it’s true. she’s a sly one, and obviously she’s obsessed with you”, he pouts.

“i wonder who she took it from…”

“she’s going to cause me a lot of trouble, isn’t she? but maybe, if we gave her a friend, she wouldn’t feel as lonely. maybe then, we’d get to have more alone time — like this. what do you think?”

“she’s too young for a pet, satoru. you know that”

he laughs. “i didn’t mean a pet, sweetheart. but we can get that too at some point”

[emacrow]

He has offically lost his mind.

Warning of murder and talk of blood and Vivisection.

The Riddler, also known as Edward Nygma, drives in the stolen family car as fast as the speed limit could take him out of Amity Park.

His green riddler outfit was coated in blood that wasn't his, lightly glancing at Jazz, his distant niece in the passenger seat.

Her eyes were baggy and red as she sniffed, holding onto the three bundles in her arms.

A 2 year old toddler that was his nephew and two newborn(neverborn, uncle eddy, they neverborns.) Jack fenton sitting in the back between Sam and Tucker looking awkward as hell.

He had read the letter two days ago and visited his distant half-sister Maddie. He wasn't expecting his distant niece to be tied up in chair, some warp verison of the fear containment bubble, weakly crying and begging for them to let danny go.

He expected worse from his half-sister, but in that basement... it was like a living nightmare brought to life before his very eyes.

That was Danny on that table. His favorite little munckin of a deaged nephew with inverted coloring muffled screaming into a fenton mouth gag while Maddie digging into his chest with Jack tremblingly behind her, his large hand shakenly so much holding a jar with two babies in it, eyes glancing at Maddie and Danny with some sort of realization peaking in his glance.

Edward cautiously tips toe down the stairs as quietly as he can, holding his question mark staff as he listened on.

"M-Maddie, ph-Danny might be telling the truth. He is bleeding red now!"

"Oh, Jack, remember ghosts tend to mimic and possessed people around us. Phantom had been living right under our noses and using our sweet Danny like living costume, look how small he gotten afterall, Who knows how long he has the time to copy all Danny's personality to sabotage our weapons. Now be a sweetheart and hand me that bone mallet." The way his half-sister sounds so cold yet sweet made Edward sick to his stomach as he was inching closer, holding his staff at the right angle for a clean shot at her head.

"No. No, this is wrong. That Dann-o, that's our baby, Maddie! He has the exact scar on his left midsection from the fishing trip. Ghosts don't heal from scars when they are dead, Maddie!" Jack shook his head, taking a step or two back from Maddie. His face was becoming paler. Jack looked as though he was going to lose his lunch at any moment with horror in his eyes.

"That Thing Is Not danny anymore when it -" Maddie turned to yell at Jack was when Eddie struck. Hitting her hard in the head was a clean knockout.

"E-eddie?" Jack, look wide-eyed at Edward Nygma, who looks ready to swing at him but stopped, glancing at table.

"Sew Danny up now, or I swear to Meemaw Gretchen, I'll beat you within every inch of your life if he doesn't make it." Eddie growled as he hit Maddie one more time for good measure with the staff.

He thought she was clear from the insanity that was their mom, but apparently not.

He pushed back the flashback and kept focusing on driving. Those GIW creep tried to ambush him one more time, then he got a bloody cane to beat them with too.

Part 1 here <-

[katebishopsbaefy]

oh my god 4 and/or 12 with billie i would die🙏

(also i love your writing sm💕)

prompt list

4) slow sex while one or both are injured

words: 607

“This is so dumb… This is so dumb…” she mutters to herself over and over and over. It’s starting to drive you insane.

“Billie, it’s not dumb. It was bound to happen at some point,” you snap, a little harsher than you meant you. When tears fill her eyes, your heart just about shatters.

She’d broken her ankle. Again. This must’ve been, what, the fifth time? It just wouldn’t stay healed, especially not with all of the jumping around she did on tour. She already knew the drill, all the icing and physical therapy and extra precaution that comes with the injury, and she was dreading it. In fact, you both happened to be sitting on the couch, icing her foot like the doctor had told you to do often.

“It is dumb. I didn’t- I don’t understand-” Billie starts, but her tears slowly start to take over.

“Oh, Bil…” you whisper quietly, your voice softening at the tears leaking down her cheeks. You know how hard this has been for her in the past. You hate to see her go through it again. You can’t move her much because you don’t want to jostle her foot, but you reach a gentle hand out to wipe her tears. “Hey… it’ll be fine, I promise. We’ll just… have more time to hang out. That’s not that bad, right?”

When you soften, she softens. She looks up at you with tearful, red eyes and shakes her head, her bottom lip protruding in a small pout. She looks adorable. Miserable, but adorable, and you can tell you might be getting through to her a little. “We can watch so many movies, and you can teach me how to crochet, and I can teach you French, and we can rearrange the whole house… it’ll be fun. I think you need a good break, anyway.”

At all of the suggestions, she can’t help but crack the tiniest, most heartbreaking smile you’ve ever seen. The look alone could make you cry. You cup her damp cheeks in your palms, and softly kiss the tip of her nose as you return the smile. “Can I getchu anythin’ right now?”

She sniffles softly, and her gaze leaves yours for a brief moment. Not for long, though. She’s not one to get very embarrassed when asking you for things. “...Can you take care of me?” she asks in a small voice.

If it’s possible, you soften even more. You can tell what that look in her eyes means; it’s not really about the sex. She just wants to feel close to you. And you want the same thing. “‘Course, baby. Here… lie down…”

It takes a long moment of giggles and almost falling off the couch, but you manage to get her situated with her back propped up against the armrest of the couch with the ice still on her foot. You slowly climb over her and rest your head on her chest, your finger on her clit. You rub soft circles into her, being so incredibly gentle with her. That’s all she deserves: gentleness. When she sighs, you can tell you’re doing a good job. Your lips trail over her neck, not hard enough to leave marks, but just enough to give her even more comfort.

“M’gonna come,” she mumbles through breathy moans and sighs, her body starting to tremble softly under you.

You kiss your way up to her lips, and mumble soft reassurances against them. They might be within the context of the sex, but you really mean them in the context of the long healing journey ahead of her. “I’m right here.”

[chimielie]

hockey player!iwaizumi x f!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, like sweeter than cotton candy, slight injury

When Hajime lost his tooth, he hated it.

He’d always privately had a little bit of a complex about his looks. Growing up best friends with Oikawa made it hard not to compare their looks and come up lacking. He tried not to let it get to him, never verbalized it to anyone, knew that he was still fine. Just nothing special.

They both grow up playing hockey—at least he can beat up Oikawa on the ice (and they always laugh about it off of it). Oikawa goes pro, right out of high school, and Hajime spends a little time dicking around playing college hockey in America before he gets drafted.

He had met you at the bars after a game; his first win after being traded to the team Oikawa’s played for for a couple years now.

The memory is clear: It’s great to be back together, but he feels some trepidation in the car the guys rented, some childish part of him reticent about the idea of going out and watching chicks swarm his best friend, just like their teen years.

He doesn’t even really have time to think about that once they’re in, though, because he, the newbie, gets sent up to order. While he’s waiting for the bartender to pour them the first round of shots, you tap him on the shoulder, touch so soft he barely feels it after getting pummeled on the ice. His right shoulder is tender because he’d slammed hard into the railing right after stealing the puck from Ushijima, sending to Tooru, who had pushed it neatly into the net. An assist on the first goal of the night, and he’d gotten a goal in himself by the third period too.

It twinges as he turns to face you, a clear question written all over his face. It’s not like he’s totally oblivious, like he’s never been flirted with. It just somehow always surprises him still.

“You’re fine,” you declare, already a little tipsy, your cheeks warming as he observes you in your night out outfit. He doesn’t notice a single other girl, talking to Oikawa or not, the whole night.

The next morning, you repeat it to him, curled up against his naked chest, eyes unclouded by drink but your words just as genuine.

It was the first time he’d ever thought of being fine as a good thing.

So when the tooth, his right front one, comes out, cracked by a hard high stick to the face, he almost doesn’t want to come home after the game. It probably doesn’t make sense to get it replaced completely—injuries like this are common in his line of work, and it’ll be a hell of a lot more trouble to keep replacing fakes. He opts for a partial denture, something he can take out during games, but the mold takes twenty-four hours to cure.

You attend as many of his games as you can, but he’d insisted that you head home on your own while the doctors checked him out. You’d ceded only on the condition that you’d have dinner waiting when he got back, something soft and good at room temperature so he wouldn’t aggravate the nerves.

He frowns when you see him, crossing the room and hovering your hands over his swollen cheeks and telling him how worried you’d been, how happy you are he’s okay.

“When’s it gonna be technically healed?” You ask, and his heart clenches.

“It’ll probably be sensitive for a few more days, but they’ll have a coverup ready by tomorrow,” he says. Before he can crack a joke like so you don’t have to look at this ugly mug too long, you’re looking at him with a contemplative expression, one he doesn’t know how to read.

“So… will it hurt if I kiss you?” You want to know. “I feel so bad, ‘cause it must have sucked, but you look so cute like this.”

His heart drops straight through the pit of his stomach in relief.

“Yeah, baby, it’ll be fine… Ow! Ow! Okay, little gentler.”

Still, he wears the flipper as often as he can once he gets it. He doesn’t like the way it looks, the gap, he reasons. Just because you say you do doesn’t mean he’s okay with showing up to functions looking even more like a scrub to your perfect ten. And yeah, he’d think you were beautiful with a paper sack over your head, but it’s just different.

He can hear you whispering before he even walks into the kitchen. You beam up at him, as beautiful as that night in the bar, and his face breaks out into a smile before he even registers it.

“Do you wanna…” you nudge your daughter, and she turns to him, smile just as bright as yours. His heart stops.

There’s a big gap in that smile, the right front tooth missing.

“Look, Daddy!” He catches her up in a big hug, hefting her up so he can inspect her face closely. “Now we match!”

It’s all crashing down on him. He’s bubbling up with it, the fizzy feeling you’d given him in the bar, the tears as he vowed until death do us part, the softness as he’d cradled her in his arms for the first time. You stand, leaning your head on his shoulder as your daughter tells him all about the loss of her first tooth, about the importance of being the first in her class to lose one.

“You’re so brave, kiddo.” He kisses her head. “Makes you even cuter. Want some yogurt?”

[cuntdestroyer3000]

Lovin’ you

dividers by @mikeykuns

Arthur Morgan x f!reader

hella fluff, mentions of pregnancy, breastfeeding, no physical description of reader, no use of y/n. 750 words.

A/N: I’m having delulu fantasies of being Arthur’s much younger wife who was so scared to be married off to him but realizes he’s just a big teddy bear :3

Because I would fr have that man’s babies.

It was evening when he finally arrived, his hulking figure visible in the distance as neared on horseback.

You’d been waiting for Arthur to come back home. You’d just had your child and it was his first time being away from you since. You had anxiously anticipated his return.

You wanted to run to him but you didn't. You knew the son you had just given him, who fussed lightly in your arms, wouldn’t appreciate that.

So instead of running to greet your husband, you just stood outside waiting, barely able to contain your joy and excitement. You watched him ride, his hips moving fluidly.

He made his way straight to you after taking care of his horse.

“Hey sweetheart.” He gathered you into his arms, hugging you and your child all at once.

“Here uh, for you.” He mumbled and held out some pink and white flowers that he must have picked while he was out.

Arthur loved gathering flowers and you always had fresh ones in the little home you two shared. He was always so shy about it too, but you thought it was sweet.

“Oh Arthur, thank you!”

He blushed as you took the flowers from him eagerly, jostling your baby a bit.

“Here lemme take him.” He said gruffly and gently took your son from your arms.

Your baby boy looked even smaller in Arthur’s arms. The sight of him, so big and strong, such a powerhouse of a man; holding your beautiful child. Something so sweet and innocent, something brought to life by the love you two had for each other. It made your heart swell in your chest. You couldn't help but think about him taking you in your bed, the broken moans he would make as he spilled himself deep inside of you.

You knew you still needed to wait though, your body needed to recover from childbirth. You had given birth in Arthur's arms, crying out as he soothed you. It had been painful and you were still healing, but you couldn’t help your yearning for him.

“That’s my boy.” He murmured to his son, who reached out a little hand. The love in his eyes as he looked down at the little bundle in his arms made you melt.

“Are you hungry?” You asked softly, “Come on inside.”

Arthur followed you into the house, carrying his son with one burly arm. His other snaking around your waist when he caught up to you, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head.

-

You cooked him up some of the fish he’d caught while he held and played with the baby. It was hard to keep your eyes off of them; you’d missed Arthur so much, and you had a feeling your son had too.

When the food was ready, you served it to him and sat across the table from him, nursing your baby.

His eyes roved over you as he ate, there was a gleam of affection in them while he smiled softly.

“What?” You asked, smiling and looking down demurely, heat rising to your face.

He shrugged, still smiling.

“Don’t know…just think it’s nice.”

You smiled for real and cupped the back of your baby’s head, looking down at him.

“What’s nice?” You asked softly.

Arthur got up and slowly walked over to you, his large form making you feel especially small since you were sitting down.

He leaned down and kissed the side of your head.

“Seein’ my woman, feedin’ my child like this…”

He reached around you and ran his large hand over his son’s little head.

You felt tears filling your eyes.

“Arthur…” you murmured and turned to face him.

He kissed you softly.

“C’mere” he grunted, gently guiding you up and moving you to the bed you shared.

You settled into his lap, much like how you had when you’d given birth; your back against his bare chest, his shirt recently discarded on the floor somewhere.

“There you go, girl.” He murmured as you sighed, snuggling your face against his neck and getting comfortable. He hummed as held the back of his boy’s head, guiding and helping you get him to latch onto your exposed breast again.

He kissed your temple as you relaxed fully against him, holding you gently and running his hand up and down your arm, your head tucked under his chin.

The baby fussed slightly and then settled, nursing some more before finally falling asleep. You dozed off soon after, and Arthur held the both of you; still wondering what he’d done to deserve something as beautiful and precious as this.

TEEHEEEHEEEE I just had to write something cute and fluffy about him. I haven't even played the game yet but he seems so sweet I love him already.

[supernovae-explosion]

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊

I. II. III. .·:¨ Artist | Dividers | Masterlist ¨:·.

Hello! To pick a pile please clear your mind and focus on the images above, whichever one speaks to you the most or you feel the most drawn to, this one is for you! If more than one speaks to you, feel free to read both. Remember to take only what resonates with you 🌠

Pile I.

While tossing the cards I really got some baddass vibes from this collective, intimidating energy... (A bit of emo energy as well) Your beauty and aura makes people shy, I hear that you guys really have that confidence in you, or maybe you're trying to have it, fake it till you make it, am I right? >:3c No, seriously, you're really, REALLY charming, but I feel like your energies may be unbalanced, feminine to be exact. Take care of yourself, go do your skin care routine! Go get comfy, it's a self-care day! Spirit is telling me, that you may be going through some tough times you have some goals in mind that need a lot of changes in your current life and it's challenging for you. Especially inner transformations, these are just as hard if not even harder, then the outer ones. You really are delaying this, but I feel like these changes will turn out to be good for you, you're just resisting the inevitable because it's scary, I fully understand you, but people are noticing this too, even though you're putting up a front. I know you can do it, you are a really strong person. Take some time to rethink all of your plans, don't make rushed decisions and furthermore DO NOT let people change your opinions, you know what you want or at least have some general idea of what you want. And unfortunately people are envious, your energy makes them very easily jealous. They may want to sabotage your goals and dreams seeing you struggle might be satisfying for them, maybe not on purpose, but beware and remember to be assertive! Show these people who's the baddest b**ch here. 💅

Advice: Your enthusiasm gives you energy and motivation to follow your goals. Healthy, honest and assertive communication is the key. Let your feminine energy inspire your creativity, and masculine to keep you confident in your beliefs.

Songs: After Dark by Mr.Kitty | A Match into Water by Pierce The Veil

Pile II.

I couldn't stop laughing while tossing this pile, maybe because the first song that played on shuffle was Lalala but the vibes were kinda goofy in a positive way! But the moment I saw the cards it started to look like a cover-up. It seems like people don't see the real you, they're blinded by the masquerade of abundance that you put on. Numb to the feeling was the second song that played, and honestly it fits with the vibes I'm actually seeing in this pile. There's some trouble in sleeping, somethings are keeping you up, you're stuck with your "demons" while putting on a mask for the people about how good you have it. You keep on pushing and pursuing your goals while hurting and overthinking, you only let them see the good sides of this hard work you're putting into this situation 🥺 Others see you as someone with a bright future, broad horizons and a bright way in front of you, someone who pushes through everything that life throws at them. But they don't see the impact that pushing through has on you. Let others help you a bit, you don't have to suffer alone even though it feels like you can do everything on your own, or better than it would've been done by them.

Advice: Substitute interdependence that's based on satisfying others with assertiveness and strength. Let it go, let the universe take care of it. You healed the past scars enough, you're ready to let love inside your life again.

Songs: Lalala by Y2K, bbno$ | Numb to the feeling by Chase Atlantic | Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Rey

Pile III.

The beginning is born from the ending, there's no ending without beginning etc etc. This pile is giving me strong... Homewrecker vibes, sorry dude but i'm being honest... You're seen as someone hot-headed, someone who rushes into things, who makes connections easily, but you brought some destruction into someone's life. Maybe meeting you changed this person's whole core belief system? They started questioning what they know, which brought them pain and confusion in many ways, which I see by 10 of swords here... But as I said at the start of this pile, for a new chapter something has to end. (Homewrecker by Marina has started playing girl what you doing...😭) Anyways, you seem as someone balancing energies, you change people's perspectives on life itself, your presence is strong and you know what you want and you get it.

I wanted to know more about this pile and started tossing some cards, and two flew out right onto my floor... Nah girl you bring new beginnings where ever you go, but you're very generous, or like people to be generous with you... Have you ever been interested in sugar baby type of relationships? I'm not judging, good for you go get that bag ✨

Advice: Your unique characteristics are the most important part of you getting what you want in life. Don't compare yourself to others, focus on your progress and how far you've come. Make new healthy relationships, a support group that will resonate with you.

Songs: Supermassive Black Hole by Muse | You Right by Doja Cat, The Weeknd | Homewrecker by Marina

[lukolathoughts]

Is it a shark? Or an Anchovy?

Dearest gentle reader,

The ship's main cabin is cosy and intimate with an ornate fireplace, stimulating the crackling flames of a roaring fire illuminating the room with a toasty orange glow. Around a large round table sits my crew. We are laughing and merry. We discuss war stories, baby photos and battle scars. The ship rocks peacefully over gentle waves as the sun sets to darkness. Laughter echoes around the cabin and glasses clink as many a bottle is shared. The atmosphere is jovial. Jokes are told and raucous laughter erupts.

I glance towards the ships round porthole. We are below decks so I can see the deep darkness of the ocean. Occasionally, fish swim past in a swirling shoal. An occasional red jellyfish. A lone crusty crab scuttles by. I marvel at the wonder of the ocean and our great ship. The USS Lukola. Splendid in in's majesty. Last week's attack, practically forgotten. The USS Lutonia lurks somewhere near shore, cloaked in darkness.

In the midst of another great anecdote by a crew member, I glance again towards the porthole and a large shadow glides past it. I sit forward, frowning. My eyes narrow towards the porthole. Am I the only one who has noticed?

Show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I want to go to bed, I had a little drink about an hour ago, And it's gone right to my head, Wherever I may roam, On land or sea a-foam,

My crew member abruptly swings her leg on the table and pulls up her trouser leg, proudly showing us last June's battle scar. Now, long, red and nasty looking, but healed. I swing my head towards the porthole and the shadow darkens it again and swishes past. Is that a fin?

"Guys..." I sit forward, warily. My heart starts to beat, but my voice is drowned out by laughter and merriment. I stand and walk towards the porthole and press my nose against the thick, cold glass. I can only see the endless depth of the ocean and the deep blue of the sea.

"What are you looking at, ZG?" Number 2 asks. "I'm not sure..." I reply, quietly. I squint again as the laughter fades and I see it. A shadow blacker than night, has started to journey head on towards our ship. The shape gets gradually bigger and bigger. It becomes unmistakable in it's speed and ferocity.

Dum dum, dum dum, dum, dum, dum......

You're gonna need a bigger boat.

I brace for impact.

No there is no Jaws-esque crash through the porthole as it smashes into the ship. No thrusting of an air tank into the razor sharp teeth of a shark. No me getting my head chomped off.

Not a torpedo this time either. There are no holes in our ship, but it does take a beating. We once again lose some passengers. Even I, run up to the deck and put my leg over the side and cry. I peer down at the murky depths and I see the tiny little anchovy circling like the predator she is. Dressed cheaply in black, disguised as a great white. But more like a shrimp. My number two, drags me back over. She shakes me, puts me in timeout in the crew cabin and takes over cleaning up. She is the best. The crew rally around and I know we are ok.

Then we process.

Ok, guys enough with the fish analogies. Lets call Antonia out for what she is. The girl with the snake. I haven't forgotten. As for Luke, please if you are reading this know that we support you and we are sorry you have to pretend with this farce of publicity. Call me delulu if you want to. I know what a lot of people think of us 'hardcore' Lukola's. It really is not delulu now, it is critical thinking as I have discussed previously. I was just as upset on Sunday evening as everyone else. It is not the fact that I may be wrong in my tarot readings, I can admit that freely if I have to. It's my concern for Luke and examination of the evidence that gives me pause. Luke, blink twice if you need help.

If we go back to the world tour and watch Luke's behaviour and body language for the entire six month tour when around Nicola and the Bridgerton cast, we can see that his behaviour around Antonia the last two times we have seen him at the Boss event and last Sunday's GQ, is vastly different. It is like night and day. Light and darkness. We can go back further than Nicola, to see his behaviour with Jade. There are plenty of video evidence that Jade shared to prove this to be true.

Last Friday, high off endorphins from the Polin - heavy Bridgerton event, the fandom was overjoyed to see a relaxed looking Luke sans Antonia on Valentine's Day at a dinner. He happily greeted and spoke to fans outside and answered questions. Lukola's breathed a sigh of relief. He was alone on Valentine's Day. No rings, wearing black. Nicola was also wearing black at the IFTA's. Also no rings. Their soul - matism from different countries is poignant.

All is quiet on Saturday, but what we didn't know is that there is a hilarious joint birthday for Jake and his friend Becky 'Jecky'. A combined name quite similar to 'Jakola' don't you think?

Nicola, like the magic travelling person she is, is in attendance. Now this party seemed to go over the head's of the Jakola's on Sunday and I had to log out of twitter for a good week to escape the pure vitriol against Nicola. This is also classic British humour. It is what us Brits do, we take the piss. I do not mean to discriminate if you are not British, but some jokes seem to go over some people's heads. It is not fair for me to keep on about Jake's sexuality on public platforms, but Jakehole's I am speaking directly to you. Let this young lad be and let him be who was born to be. He was wearing a 'too old for Leo' badge because now he is 25, Leo will not date him anymore. The joke is Leonardo Dicaprio won't date anyone over the age of 25. (I'd say 19 these days, but whatever). So why would Jake wear a badge that says that? I'm telling you now no straight man in the UK would do it. Being gay even in 2025 in the UK is not funny. Is not something straight or gay men joke about. Homosexuality discrimination is very real.

"The UK, which once used to be one of Europe’s most welcoming places to be gay, has seen a 462% increase in sexual orientation hate crime reports since 2012." Metro, June 2024. Jake is from Nottingham which is up in the Midlands in the UK. The area is very working - class. A while back he shared an extract on his Instagram stories from Shuggie Bain by Douglas Scott. The book is about a young boy growing up on one of Glasgow's toughest council estates. The book is then followed up by Young Mungo, which is the story of a young gay relationship on the same council estate. In England, hate crimes against homosexuals rose to 2,591 per 1000,000 people in 2023/2024. My point is, Jake would have been extremely familiar with homophobia growing up in the midlands (Nottingham) in the 2010's onwards. He has had reported issues with his own father and acceptance of who he is. The article that accompanied the music video that Jake starred in, 'You me at Six - Mixed Emotions' states, "With Jake Dunn who played the protagonist in the video, we actually spoke a lot about toxic masculinity and his experiences within his sexuality and the impacts it has had on his relationship with his dad."

Jake has clearly been through a lot to get to this point. I google him and every article I can see is how he is in a relationship with Nicola Coughlan. I feel they have agreed to this in some shape or form, but I think now enough is enough. Denying a young person like this his sexuality, is extremely damaging. There was no shade towards Nicola on Saturday. It was shade for the sub-fandom of Jakehole's who refuse to see the truth. Jake is being as clear as he can with who he is. It is time people listen. The ship is gone. Red Jellyfish, I am talking to you.

Back to Luke, Sunday went from bad to worse for me. I will not stand for people disparaging Nicola publicly. I was upset over that and then here comes black widow Antonia clutching on to Luke like the barnacle she is. Ok, we're back to fish! Again, she had no coat, purse or phone and was dressed cheaply for the event. There is video footage of her walking way in front of Luke entering the event. He did not pose with her for official red carpet photos and then he made it damned obvious in my opinion that he left without her. Alone. Getting into the car alone. Antonia nowhere in sight.

Then comes his stories. He makes the whole thing look like he is single until the bed pasta. Luke knows that pasta is associated with Anchovy and traumatises his fans, so he also throws in Love Island which is Nicola's favourite tv show and fries/chips with various sauces, again Nicola coded. Then a text message to some bloke called Gary. Are my messages getting through Gary? (General audience) are you getting it yet!! I'm not so delulu to think that Antonia could very well be in the bed of pasta, but for someone so vapid as her, watching Love Island would equate to her mentally wishing she was on it. Prediction for a few years. Anchovy again doesn't post to her stories about the event. She does however post her 'Barely' knickers brand (don't get me started) and Luke obligatory likes it. Cue fandom eyeroll. There's a lot more I could say about the timing of Luke's 'forced' appearances with Anchovy and her 'barely' brand and dance video launches, but frankly my dear I don't give a damn. (My six year old would not wear knickers like that, let alone my wedding party).

What upset me most is watching Luke's aura and personality change when he is around Antonia. As an empath, it hurts me deeply and it's literally like watching him get cloaked in darkness. When I think of Anchovy this comes to mind:

"A succubus is a female demon or supernatural entity in folklores who appears in dreams to seduce men, mostly through sexual activity. Repeated sexual activity with a succubus will result in a bond being formed between the succubus and the person; and a succubus will drain or harm the man with whom she is having intercourse." Wikipedia. I am not calling Anchovy a demon, calm your jets. It is a metaphor for her influence over Luke whatever it may be.

Luke literally looks drained when he is around this girl. It seems to me, he can only stand it for short periods. It was rumoured he only stayed for forty minutes maximum at the Bafta after party on Sunday.

I have seen this before. I have watched painfully as Meghan Markle decimated Prince Harry to the literal shell of a man he is now. He is broken, isolated and the laughing stock of the world. I cannot and will not go through watching another yacht girl from Soho House destroy a man I care about in the media. That is why it has to be PR. It just has to be.

What I will say about the Sag awards is for everyone to remain calm and stay on the ship seated and buckled up. I did get some nice cards for Nicola yesterday of victory and success, so we shall see and we wish the Bridgerton cast the best. If Luke takes Antonia I will be shocked, because if he won't pay for her dress, hair and makeup for small events, I'm confused why he'd bankroll a costly LA trip. Also, is he planning on wrestling her phone out of her hands the entire trip? Anchovy ruined two Bridgerton premieres, so hopefully Luke will not be coerced into dragging her bony behind across the world. I still believe this is a massive PR distraction. Why hasn't Deux Moi posted about Luke and Antonia? Why the solo pap pics of Luke released on Tuesday, but no mention of Anchovy. What is going on? Stay tuned folks and pray.

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s February ficrec frenzy

Hi everyone, just under two weeks to go until we're so so back, and it's time for February's rec post of all the fic that I've read and loved over the last month! Basically I've been rolling around in delight at all the interpretations of the behind the scenes hug fic, so you may sense a theme. As always you can find previous rec lists here.

22 February 2025

It’s a good thing we’re so normal and well-adjusted and could never fall in love with each other! by @luckshiptoshore my dear friend wrote her first Buddie fic, and it's a delight. Posing the question, what would happen if Buck and Eddie had an ongoing fwb arrangement, and hadn't thought any deeper about it than that because they're both straight right, so it's just blowing off steam? Coupled with Buck's canonical bi awakening...that makes him reassess what exactly has been going on all this time. Witty and so much fun, bless these idiots, they have but one braincell between them but boy does it spark when rubbed together.

there is no road by @ghostlandtoo such a gripping take on Eddie moving to El Paso and Buck in LA missing him, this is a dual POV in which Buck is striving to be fine, and Eddie is struggling to adjust, and they're both missing each other. When Eddie is injured on the job, Buck drops everything to come to his side, and together they heal and slowly start to unpeel the layers on their feelings. Really fantastic examination of how to be there for each other when you know what you feel but not how to unblock obstacles in the way. I especially loved the Eddie POV and myriad family dynamics in this one.

so make the best of this test (and don’t ask why) by @littlefreakbuckley oh this one took me by surprise in the best way! Buck 1.0 wakes up in the marriage bed of future Buck and Eddie. Adjusting to learning he's into guys too now, and reckoning with the realisation that he's built a family since his early season 1 pre-Abby relationship days, what unfolds is both flirtation to the max and a beautifully introspective journey of acceptance. And one VERY intrigued Eddie. Hot and sweet, their idiosyncrasies and banter were so on point, with such a lovely subtle characterisation shift between 1.0 and Buck that still made them both feel distinctly them even with the gap in wisdom and growth: just gorgeous. Also hot, did I say hot? Hot! 

crying after sex by @eddiebabygirldiaz I'm always here for an ren's fics, and oh hello, this one is a stunner! After a hook up following the Risky Business scene, Buck and Eddie have kissed...but they've yet to define anything, and before they can have that conversation, one or the other bolts. When Eddie moves to Texas, Buck spirals and has a lot of sex and spirals some more. They miss each other terribly, and through their discussions, they find their way to each other, but not without a few speed bumps. I really love the self reflection they both go through here, and the structure which means we get to see so much of how they cope, love, and grow together.

his indecision's bugging me by @peachino a beautifully written contribution to the 'Eddie moves out and without telling him, Buck moves in' speculation. The language and descriptions in this one are so gorgeous, with Buck's head being a delightfully messy, tangled place to inhabit. There's paint metaphors, Buckley sibling conversations, and an Eddie who is gently accepting and amused. I love you squatter Buck!

crash test anthem by @clytemnestraaa part two in gear shift harmony, Buck is not having a great time in LA, and the firefam are concerned for him. Really diving deep into his abandonment issues and his less than healthy ways of dealing with them, this is putting him in the torment nexus.

tailspinning by @doitgently taking Buck spiralling to the extreme...this is that one time Buck snooped on Eddie's fridge calendar to the extreme! With a mix of location tracking and memorised schedules, the codependency is off the charts and yet remains somehow incredibly sweet and charming - such a fine line and executed so well. Buck knows what he's doing is insane but god help him, he just needs to know.

slaughterhouse by @kithmet 'Buck has resolved to be the greatest friend ever. He’s handling this move so well. And not at all being abnormal about Eddie’s house. Or Eddie’s belongings. Or, well. Eddie.' In which Buck accidentally starts magpieing Eddie's belongings in a reaction to him moving away and feels very guilty about it but just can't stop himself....and Eddie's reaction might not be what you expect. This one tickled me so much, lovely little klepto.

oh brother, I see (you burn like me) by canadadry SISTERS!!!! Oh oh how I loved this...chapters split between Adriana and Maddie, this is a third person POV to Buddie, from the eyes of their siblings. What Adriana witnesses coming in fresh contrast to poor Maddie's slowly boiled frog experience of the two. Lovely characterisation and just so much fun, I really loved that they bonded over the insanity.

We're Overdue for a Revival by @bespectacledbunnys in which Chris agrees to come back to LA but he has one condition....Eddie must marry Buck. The only problem? Buck and Eddie are totally platonic? Right? I love the comedy of errors sensibility to this fic, along with the marriage of convenience trope wielded by teenage melodrama. Chris is brilliantly given agency here, allowed to be a messy and contradictory and hurt teenager just trying to be okay. Love Buck's easy acceptance and the firefam's incredulity. So much fun, and a delightful ride.

Okay let's leave it there for now, with Eddie perpetually in El Paso and Buck perpetually Not Okay About It. So excited to be back with more canon informed fics soon, happy reading everyone! 12 days until 8b!

[oceaniddoesstuff]

Omg this is an incredible idea actually i LOVE the idea

OOH and wayne and Ra's bickering via subliminal messaging cause obviously they're not gonna just outright *say* that they both hate eachother and acting all high and mighty and stuff, that is untill Ra's plan goes straight down the drain when Bruce just CALLS HIM OUT ON HIS BULLSHIT IN PUBLIC and DOESN'T beat around the bush and stuff to save his self image and manage to weasel his way out of situations like Ra's probably plans to.

Also also MAYBEEE Ra's would absolutely try to bribe one or two of the batkids or whoever is accompanying Bruce at the time to act sick or something and try to just TAKE BRUCE AWAY FROM A GALA. And the batkid obviously accepts the money, hiding a shit eating grin and does the exact opposite, trapping Ra's with no way to get rid of Bruce at the very least cause what's Ra's gonna do, try and call out a kid in public after getting humiliated by bruce? And well Ra's *could* try and confront the batkid in private (still not sure which one would be there, maybe all of them even, dunno) but HOW'S RA'S GONnA DO THAT IF THEY DONT LEAVE BRUCE?

Getting actively bamboozled and trapped by children. Ra's would probably lose his mind, and it would be incredible. (None of the batkids tell Bruce, by the way. They tell him Ra's tried to bribe one of them. Never tell him *who* so brucie's gotta go on a little murder mystery of his own (and get it wrong))

Also also what about some DOMINO MASK DISGUISES untill they get some actual disguises on hand. ITS JUST GOTTA HAPPEN, right ?

Now here's where paths diverge, while it IS great and I am all on board for Ra's dunking people like a carnival just WHO he dunks is the problem. Cause here's the thing right, I have a feeling that he *wouldn't* just dunk a non believer. That's holy Baja, of course he's not gonna let some non Baja blast person have a dunk, that's HIS free reign. But do you know what Ra's would do ? While it would be fun, i personally think Ra's would have leveraged the pit waters against non believers to get followers. like if someone's family was sick, for example. I think he'd try to gain trust among his followers by *staging* it. We've been talking about evil, but this would be a whole DIFFERENT evil. That shit eating grin while he looks at his OWN followers, battered and beaten just so he can prove a point while he looks uncaring and sets up the carnival style drop.

I don't know if im explaining it well but like where would be the gain in *helping* a non believer would probably be his excuse. He would tell his followers that the pit waters aren't for non believers, and if you want the pit waters, you have to donate to the "great cause" (probably something like healing the entire world idk) and every time belief goes down he just so conveniently happens to have a believer who's looking mighty hurt so he can "help" his people and heal them back up.

Maybe nowadays the ceremony is different. Maybe he's gotta change his ways cause people were getting suspicious and figuring out his scam and while usually he'd just get his abundant goons go "deal" with them, he simply can't afford to anymore considering the amount of people getting suspicious. And he can't risk this information getting out. BUUUT being the person he is, maybe he'd have tiers. Like patreon, yknow. If they donate a lot, then they're higher tier, and therefore he's getting more money and therefore he lets them get a free dunk. What's the harm in a Lil more money after all ? (He never tells them about pit rage. Just throws em in.)

APOLOGIES FOR THE GIGANTIC WALL OF YAP!

Jason: It’s your spleen! You lost an ORGAN Tim, you should have told us!

Tim: So? You don’t have your tonsils, that’s an organ!

Dick: That’s not the same and you kn-

Jason: Jokes on you, my tonsils grew back in the Lazarus Pit so your argument doesn’t even make sense!

Dick, now fully turned toward Jason: Your tonsils did WHAT

[romanarose]

Strange Arrivals

Kermit (SNL) x Alien!reader

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Summary: He's a little strange, but Kermit endears himself to you when he wants to take you just as you are. Tentacles and all.

Warnings: Tentacle porn. I've got not excuses. Tentacles in ass, tentacles in mouth, tentacles all over body. Slight body horror/unrealistic sex??? idk brother, the tentacles are going ALL THE WAY UP AND DOWN. He's not hurt though I promise and he's begging for it. It's 10/10 for everyone he's having a great time. Cum inflation. Suspend your disbelief.

Immersivity: Reader is an alien, no gender no nothing. Reader has tentacles idk what to tell you. Told from readers pov so no descriptions other than, once again, tenacles. Might be my most inclusive fic ever. Except for the tentatcles.

A/N: No muppets were harmed in the making of this tentacle porn.

Dividers by @sister-lucifer

Support artists! Relogging is the only way to spread work!

The woman had been taken, pantsless, kicking and screaming upstairs.

The other man was taken to a different room for some experiments.

But this one was for you. 

You spoke first. “Be not afraid.”

His response surprised you. “Awfully easy for you to say that, you ain’t the one being abducted by aliens. I’ve seen Independence Day.”

This made you laugh. “I understand your fear, let me help.” You raise your hand to the man, enveloping him in a light liquid. With pride, you watch as his body language calms. All his fears, anxieties and pains leave him pliant and comfortable.

“M-my knee...” Her murmurs softly, bending down to touch his right leg. “It don’t hurt no more?” When he looked back up at you, his brown eyes gazed with wonder, mouth slightly agape and he processed what was happening.

“It’ll remain healed after you leave, do not worry.” The question in his head is answered before he can ask it

He grunts as he stands up like he was expecting pain but received none “I injured it years ago, playing uh, competitive paintball.” You got the impression he was trying to impress you. Paintball meant nothing to you, but the inferior being trying to impress you was cute, like watching a nervous little animal slowly come to trust you. Him adding in the competitive paintball was like a cat bringing him a dead mouse. ‘Look! See! Are you happy with me?’

You threw him a bone. “That’s very impressive, Kermit.” 

Wonder strikes his face. “How do you know my name?”

The answer was simple. “I can see into your head. Don’t be alarmed. It’s nice in there.” And it was. He was cozy inside.

He gives a little nod, not sure what you mean. Kermit stands pretty tall despite his slouching. You wouldn’t need to fix his shoulder pain if he didn’t sit like a shrimp and stand bow legged, but old habits and such. He dressed strangely. The socks with sandals were a surprise, but you’d be lying if you said they weren’t doing it for you, and the mullet was unexpected, but he was handsome, no denying that. Yes, Kermit would do perfectly fine for you.

He shuffles his feet, switching his weight on one side to another. “You uh.. Yuh said the pain would stay gone when I get back? That mean you ain’t plan’n on keep’n me here?”

“No, you simply are here to serve a purpose.”

“And what is that?” 

It’s as good an opening as ever. You allow your full form to show, light emitting from your body in rays, tendrils of fleshy waves extended out from you. Kermit’s eyes go wide, but he doesn’t stumble away as many have before. 

“Do you fear me?”

His voice was soft, nothing more than a whisper. “No.”

“Do you want me to change to something else?” You shift your form feminine, a beautiful one that was an amalgamation of the most attractive women on his earth. He shook his head. You change to a man, seeing if that was more your taste. Most of the men you used would choose the former, but some were more inclined to the masculine. “Perhaps like this?” 

He shakes his head again, staring at you with reverence. “Before. What you were before, uh, please. Ma’am. Sir.” You change back into all your glory, and a smile appears on his face. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Pride filled your chest. It shouldn’t mean anything to you that someone such as him thought you were beautiful, but it did. 

Now, it was time to get to work.

His eyes widen as he’s raised up, the light beams guiding him like they did when he was picked up, and you raise a hand, beckoning him towards you. “Come.” You say, easing his anxieties once again. “Come here.”

Kermit relaxes into your light and is guided forward, pulled into your warmth as the tentacles wrap around his body, pulling off the clothes, piece by awkward piece until he is stripped bare for you. No resistance, no fear. Nothing but desire swallowing up the brown in his lust-blown eyes. Kermit’s cock is erect as tendrils slide over his body, feeling his, pleasuring him, wrapping him up in warm excretion and touching all the soft sides of him.

He’s breathing heavily, but isn’t afraid, and makes no moves to try to get away. Instead, when a fleshy extension reached his face, Kermit leaned in. You slide the end of yourself over his cheek and you swear he hums against you. He’s beautiful like this, submissive and wanting, his cock leaking pre-cum for you. Sliding down dim, over his chest and down to his slight beer belly, following the trail of hair to the patch it leads to. He gasps, cock twitching and waiting for attention but you tease around him instead, under his body, between his legs and through the hairy thatch between his asscheeks.

“Do you want it like this?” You ask, more out of courtesy, but you do go through precautions for comfort. “I can still change your perception, make this look and feel like any other sexual encounter.”

“No.” And for once he sounded firm as his eyes swept over your form. It must’ve been such a strange sight for him to see, but he preferred to take like this, as you were, the odd little man. His body was beautiful for you, tanned and soft, receptive to your touch as you explored him. Then, your tentacle wet, you slide it inside him.

Kermit’s mouth drops open and you think it might be a gasp, but instead it’s a shuttered moan of pleasure. Deeper, deeper inside him, you go as far as you can get and begin to pump inside him, Kermit’s hands reaching and grasping at your appendages for something to sturdy himself.

“Sh-shit…” And you can tell he’s never had anything up there before. And he likes it. “More.” he gasps for breath. “Dee- ohhhh, shit, d-deep!” 

Which makes you chuckle. “I’m as deep as I can go, human.”

“I can take it.”

So, you thrust deeper inside his guts, impossibly deep that you’ll have to heal his insides once more before you send him on his way, but the sounds he’s making are worth it. His guts move to make room for you, prying inside him with slicked up skin. 

And you want more of him.

His body is covered in you but it’s not enough, so another tendril wraps around his neck. He breathes, but the lack of oxygen to his brain provides more pleasure. When you get inside his mouth, Kermit’s eyes roll back in his head. He likes this, he likes being used but it's more than that. You’re using him for your own pleasure, sure, you use him for his specimen to study but you never treat yours poorly. You love humans, and like a little pet you want to scratch behind his ears. This is your version of that.

He’s so warm inside.

You can feel Kermit’s heart beating inside his skin, your tentacles nuzzled up inside him, down his throat deep enough his ribcage beats against you, and god, does he look good like this.

Wet. Submissive. Held up in the air suspended by the tentacles thrusting in and out of his body in a sloppy mess and he moans around you. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper inside him, sliding in and around the curves of his insides without damaging the poor human until your tentacles meet inside. Kermits cock bobs in the air as he moves, his balls drawing tight and you see him begin to twitch, suffocating in his pleasure.

He’s close, writhing and jolting and you don’t want to ruin his orgasm so you walk right up to where Kermit hangs and wrap your three fingers around his cock. You lower him down to your eye level which still brings him a foot off the ground, putting your face right to his cheek. From here, you can so easily hear the wet sounds of throat fucking him, your own extasy cresting. You adore how he could’ve taken the easy way, had sex with Megan Fox or Oscar Isaac or whoever their hall pass is, but instead he chose to experience this with you.

His eyes are locked on yours, lidded with lust even as he mouth is spread open wide enough to stretch at the sides. You kiss his lips, feeling yourset fuck into him.

“Come for me. You’re safe here.”

And he does, spilling all over your hand as his body writhes and jolts in the throws of a long-lasting orgasm. He’s enraptured, you can sense it in his mind. His seed is collected by you into a little cup, and sent off. That’s what you needed, it didn’t need to be like this, but you loved playing with your humans.

You had one more parting gift for Kermit. Stuffed inside him as he cums down from the best high he’s ever felt, better than any drug or drink he’d have again, you release yourself into him, orgasming inside his body from both ends. With a smile, you can see how his stomach inflates, taking every last drop you give him until you know he can’t take another second.

Gentle. Slow. Carefully, he’s laid out on the med bed, soft tendrils caressing him as you pull out and leave a mess dripping out of his hole and onto the table. Kermit’s eyes are wide, but not in fear. Rather, it was disbelief. You bathe him in the liquid that eases all his ailments and approach the bed.

“How do you feel?” You know the answer.

His answer is breathy, his chest heaving and bare. “Incredible. That was- fuck…” A smile grows on his face and he laughs. “You’re amazing!”

You continue to feel him, easing his body and his mind back into real life. This can be overwhelming for humans, so you don’t want to just withdraw.

“Do you want to forget?” You ask him. “All of this. I can erase for you if you’d-”

“N-no!” Kermit gasps sitting up, reaching out to hold a soothing tentacle to his inflated belly. “I don’t ever wanna forget this.”

The sounds from upstairs signal the others are done with their experiments, so it’s time for you to be done with yours. Slowly, you pull away. 

“Dress.”

He hesitates. “And I won’t forget?”

“No, you won’t.”

He nods, standing and picking up his kaki's and putting them o- oh he wasn’t wearing underwear when you took him. Okay. Kermit opens his mouth and closes it a few times. You know what he wants to ask.

“Yes, you will see me again. The friend with you, she is a regular visitor.” Something inside you swelled with pride, happy to know he wanted to be with you more in this imitate way. You felt the same as him. All the humans you’d been, studying their sexual behaviors and biological responses, and none stuck you the way he did.

A bright smile spreads across his face. “"n will it be as fun as this?”

You find yourself matching his smile. He was a special one, and you’d be seeing him again soon. “Yes, Kermit. It can be like this every time.”

Thank you sooooo much for reading this experimental piece of mine!!!! Ive never really done monster fuking. closest ive written was paranormal with ghost!joel.

Please consider reblogging bc theres not gonna be people looking this character up lmfaoooooo

Comments mean the world to me

Check out this kermit fic by @letsgobarbs for more!!!

I have another kermit wip so lmk if you wanna be tagged in that

Love yuh!!!

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Oh AND be sure to follow my new blog @cosmic-kid-in-motion ill be transfering things over there soon!!!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi! I adore your writing! Could you please write some fluff? Where either the hero or the villain has nightmares and the other takes care of them. But the one that takes care of them is actually breaking into their base to get information. And the one with the nightmares is usually super happy and doesn’t like to show their pain. I hope all of that makes sense lol! Thanks no pressure if you can’t do it or you’re busy!

The villain couldn't think of any words. Not really.

All they could do was stand there, glued to the ground. Breaking into the hero's room had been quite tricky. After all, this building was packed with security.

But now that they were here, they couldn't believe their eyes.

It was messy. Very messy. Some furniture was simply destroyed - a table was split into two, as if the hero had punched through it. The shards of a vase were discarded on the ground and above all that: paper. A lot of paper.

The villain suspected the hero had thrown several files to the ground and the many pages had simply spread through the whole room.

They dared to look at the hero. The very same hero that turned away and clenched their fists.

"How did you...?" the hero began. Their voice was anything but stable, anything but usually cheery. "...ah, nevermind."

"I disabled the security system for a while," the villain said. Their voice was quiet and they were debating if they should throw themselves out of a window. The discomfort of the entire situation was crushing them. They shouldn't have been here.

They took in a deep breath and took another look at the hero.

Whatever had happened, the hero seemed to be another person entirely. They were distant, so very distant.

It wasn't like their relationship had the deepest connection. The villain was more of an inconvenience to the hero, they supposed. A fun obstacle they liked to taunt. But still...the villain had never thought the hero to be capable of destroying their room like this.

Maybe it hadn't been the hero after all. Maybe another hero?

The villain's eyes narrowed.

"You're bleeding," they said. The hero didn't turn around, but they did look at their knuckles. They let their arm drop as if it was nothing.

"I don't have any valuables here, so if you want to steal something, you should..."

"What is going on?"

The hero was rational, even though they were coming across as playful most of the time. The hero was smart, they were in control of their emotions.

But this?

The hero squeezed their eyes shut and leaned against the wall.

"I'm not sure you're the right person to talk to."

"Oh."

Technically, the hero was right. It still stung a little, though.

They exchanged looks.

"But...do you know that feeling of healing horridly?" They looked at the ground and the villain wasn't quite sure if the moonlight illuminated their nemesis or an angel. What a horrible feeling. What a horrible pain in their chest.

Was it normal to feel this distraught? At the sight of someone they were supposed to loathe being this hurt?

"Do you mean not getting over something?"

"...not exactly. I..." They let their lashes flutter and the villain feared they were seeing tears in their eyes. "I've been working through some stuff. Things from my childhood, past relationships, my work...you know, stuff like that. And I'm trying really hard to heal. And not to turn bitter. I'm trying not to let it hurt so much. But...I think I can't. I feel like, even if my wounds do heal, the scars will spoil me forever."

The villain didn't know what the hero was talking about. Hell, they couldn't even relate to it. They had never given themselves enough time to think about healing. Most of the time, they pushed everything away that hurt and moved on.

"I feel like it stains, it's like blood that I can't wash off my hands. And it makes me so incredibly ugly, it makes me so sick. I have nightmares and I...I..." And there it was. A simple sob the hero didn't manage to swallow. They covered their mouth with their hand, turned away.

And for some reason, for some strange reason, the villain walked over to them, pulling them close. They hugged the hero, embraced them as if they were the only two people in the world and let the hero sob, soaking the villain's uniform in tears.

"I understand," the villain whispered. They tried to sound as soft as possible. This wasn't exactly their field of expertise, not by a long shot, but they knew what it was like to pretend. To doubt. To fail. "It won't be like this forever, I promise. It will fade."

"It won't go away, though, it will always be there. It will always-"

"It will fade," the villain repeated. They brushed some tears out of the hero's sight. "And one day, you won't notice it anymore. You won't think about it."

They took the hero's hand.

"I don't know what you are going through right now, but I know that you are strong and capable. You can beat this."

Suddenly, the hero pulled them closer again, pressed their face against the villain's shoulder. They didn't say anything and the villain thought they themselves couldn't come up with anything better. So, they just held onto the hero and waited until their nemesis calmed down.

Eventually, the hero leaned against them. Their voice was quiet.

"...I know I have no right to ask this and you can decline, of course. But could you stay a few hours?"

The villain felt their cheeks burn.

"Yes. I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone right now anyway." They pulled the hero a bit closer again. "But I am going to take care of your knuckles first."

In the end, the villain fell asleep next to the hero, despite their best efforts to stay awake.

[babybearnation]

Trans! Oscar x reader please!

i gotchu :3

trans!oscar piastri x gn!reader (fluff headcanons)

you didn't know oscar was trans when you first met him

you just saw a pretty boy and wanted to make his acquaintance and maybe score a date with him

luckily for you, oscar was totally smitten with you from the get go

you two got along well and remained friends for all of one week before the two of you were started making out during a movie

when you ask him to be your boyfriend, oscar pulls back and you're terrified

he's gonna reject you, or he's gonna say he just wants something casual

the latter would hurt less, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt at all

to your surprise, however, oscar confesses that he can't be yours until he tells you something that may change your feelings for him

you were adamant that nothing would but let him tell you his truth anyways, not wanting to be rude or pushy

when he confesses that he's trans, your response is to kiss him, hoping to soothe his worries with your tongue

oscar is surprised before he bursts into tears, grateful that you still wanna be with him no matter what

you two are insanely close afterwards and oscar is willing to answer any questions you may have about his transness

if he didn't have top surgery when he met you, he wouldn't feel comfortable going topless or even bindereless around you at all

you'd only see him topless after he had top surgery, in which case he'll let you kiss and touch all over his chest and scars (once he's healed, of course!)

wouldn't be as shy with taking his underwear off around you both pre- and post-surgery though because he doesn't experience bottom dysphoria as much as top dysphoria

loves when you compliment him and will giggle and blush if you call him handsome

does love it when you praise him for things that aren't related to his transness because it reminds him that you see him as more than just his gender

you two go to pride events together and one of you will carry the other on their shoulders for a moment and the pair of you will have so much fun that you vow to do it every year

you drag some of his friends along as well, like lando, liam & logan

not into dressing femininely but might wear one or two pieces if he knows it'd make you happy

his first time saying i love you came after he'd had a bad day

you'd picked him up from work and driven him home without once demanding he tell you what happened or asking if he was okay beyond the first time you did

you waited for him to speak and when he didn't, you carried on like normal, not wanting to upset him

you made him food and you two ate in silence

you showered together in silence

when, at last, you both got into bed, you were expecting (and totally fine with) more silence, but instead, oscar finally told you what happened

you held him and comforted him through it before, at last, oscar quietly whispered out those 3 little words

he didn't mean to say it right then and he panicked, thinking you'd reject him, but you didn't

you said it back the second he finished speaking

that was the first night you two made love as well

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[lyricwritesprose]

Oh, for heaven's sake. Are we really calling that a costume? Are we really calling that a costume? You're supposed to be supervillains! Are we trying to say, "I am a dark god and you will bow to me, mortal insects?" or are we saying, "I am the sort of loser who starts my villain arc because I was turned down for junior prom?" Have some pride!

Also. Your weapons. I suppose guns will cut it in certain weak cities, but you're not in one now, are you? And they certainly don't have any style, and they also don't have a nonlethal option. You do have to consider your level of force. It makes a rather large difference in what heroes come after you and how hard they do. Speaking of which, what's your exit strategy? Please don't say "a car." I'm forty-five and I'm on blood pressure medicine, my heart can't take this level of secondhand embarrassment.

Is it at least a very good car?

It's a WHAT?! No. No, no, no, absolutely not. You deliberately gave that man your money? For something that looks like a retro video game and has the trunk space of a sedan and catches on fire for no apparent reason? I mean, I have supported other supervillains in the past but only the saddest of Sad Basement Bigots would ever call him super.

And your plan. Do you have a plan? Have you heard about—you point that weapon at me, young man, I'm not done talking to you—have you heard about silent alarms? Have you timed the police response? It averages four point four five minutes to this bank at this time of day, by the way. I do hope you took different times of day into your calculations. You didn't? Oh, dear.

Really, your best option at this point is—pointed at me I said—your best option is to cut and run. There is a particular word, you see, one that you don't want to whisper in the darkest corners of your dark heart, and it's going to occur to one of you any moment, and after that, it won't be long until the screaming starts—

Yes, that word. Hostage.

That wasn't wise.

Oh, pipe down, you had it coming. First of all, you bring shame to the profession, and second of all, you aren't playing with a hero, you're playing with me. And you didn't manage to point a gun at her, so you might even live—ambulance response to this bank is ten point two minutes, you have a fighting chance.

No, you don't actually want to know what would have happened if you'd pointed a gun at her. Nothing as friendly and sane as death. You see, the thing about heroes is that they care enormously about the entire world. The thing about me is, I have just as much hope and love in my soul—and it's all focused on three people. I'm a thing heroes have nightmares about, not because I'm heartless, but because I'm not. Heartless people don't care enough to do the things I've done. So if by some miracle you ever heal enough to stagger into a bank again, waving a gun—pray you meet a hero and not me.

A retired Super Villain is at the bank with their daughter when a group of Villains rushes in and starts to rob the bank.

[dramalove247]

Favorite Things: Century of Love pt 1

Some series get better the more you think about it and this is definitely one of those. There are so many layers to this story and the characters. You expect popcorn from a story that starts with a magic rock and a goddess that is launching a BL ship, but this story ended up being an entire meal.

Century of Love is definitely going to need a re-watch. It's so easy to get caught up in the immediate action and loose focus on the complex themes woven throughout the series. Love the exploration around fate vs choice, stagnation vs growth, love and loss, trauma and healing, prejudice, forgiveness. This show gives us so much to explore and digest. Re-watching it will be so satisfying, someday, when we have the emotional bandwidth to handle all this show dishes out.

Spoilers ahead with discussions and posts about some of the many reasons we loved this series:

We are huge suckers for a red thread. This scene had us instantly hooked and smiling. @namtan gave us 😍 GIFS:

@jimmysea put together a great post showing so much of the cute Episode 6 gave us right before the story starts heaping on the pain.

Ready for more pain? Every time we revisit these scenes, it hurts all over again. But apparently we are here for the pain because we love them. @heretherebedork put together a great post about Vee not being able to say goodbye and lot go of those he loves. Ironically, the only way for Vee to save San is to let go. It hurts so much and we love it!

This scene was devastating. Everything about it was epic and so well done, we love it more than is healthy! @heretherebedork once again put together a great post highlighting some of the layers that make this scene so rich:

😍 And @wanderlust-in-my-soul capture the scene so well in this gorgeous GIFS:

This scene was so bitter sweet. Both of them look like they are seconds away from shattering to pieces. 💔 This part of the story was devastating and the acting was perfect. Offroad looks like he already had a hard cry. @wanderlust-in-my-soul again gave us stunning GIFS:

"Please don't do this if you don't want me." This script is great! Thank you @namtan for GIFS of this great scene:

This series had so many beautiful scenes, it's impossible to choose a favorite. But this scene was definitely up there. Plus the acting was equally 😍 @poetry-protest-pornography had a great post with stunning GIFS of this scene:

@gay-meowmeow cracked us up with this!

❤ There were too many posts we loved to share them all here! Find more in Part 2

[genderfluid-insomniac]

could we, very pretty please have some Touya Todoroki with afab/gender neutral reader after the war where he got healed up magically and surprise them with a wedding ring, getting the happy ending he deserves :(? he still goes to villain rehab or sum but that's a detail

Touya Todoroki x reader/// The Happy Ending He Wanted

The end of the war was heartbreaking for you seeing the man you love on death's door and once the war was over and he was in the hospital you visited him every day. Your relationship with his family isn’t the best but it’s been getting better as they see how happy Dabi gets when you visit him and Shoto is the first of them to start talking to you. Eventually, most of the family got to know you and liked you more seeing that Dabi was a lot different around you than them. However, Endeavor and Natsuo weren’t so happy to meet you at first since you had been “supporting and encouraging him” in their words while he was a villain.

There was only so much the hospital and people with healing quirks could do for him when it came to curing him. His skin grafts were able to be fixed a little and could be out of their bandaging within a few weeks while other injuries didn’t take as long. The one thing that was unfixable was how damaged his nerves were and his inability to feel pain or extreme cold. As far as he was concerned the latter part was a blessing and preferred to live the rest of his life with his nerves even if it meant not being able to register physically much which he didn’t like normally. In a few months, he was out of the hospital and into physical therapy and CBT that was mandated so that he could resolve or start to cope with his mental health and trauma (mainly since he’d been one of the main villains during the war and he was deemed a danger to the public without it).

After every therapy session, you’d come to pick him up with food for you both and head to a secluded place often in the park to eat while you asked how the session went or switch to a different topic if he didn’t want to talk about it. The last couple of days your boyfriend’s been acting strange, stranger than usual that is, and sometimes you would go to meet Dabi outside the rehab center only to get a text that one of his family members had picked him up or had to go run errands with him.

You understood at first since with all that had happened he and his family would have to find time to return to some sense of “normalcy” but you would be lying if you said you were starting to feel like he purposely started avoiding you when he could. You both still often got lunch together and spent the evenings relaxing or watching a movie but he was suggesting you spend time with Fuyumi, Rei, or Shoto when he had to run errands for a while.

Eventually, you got your answer when he asked you to meet him for dinner he got and suggested you both eat by the pier, agreeing and dressing a bit nicer since you were both going out. You both talked about many things, your job, recent life events, social lives, and random topics but all of a sudden he shifted the conversation to what’s happened the past year. He talked about how for some reason you chose him back then when he was still a villain and in the darkest part of his life, making choices he regrets, and yet you still stuck with him. You weren’t expecting his at all and yet your heart picked up as Dabi quietly talked about how you earned a special place in his heart as time progressed.

How during the war part of him was terrified that you were going to get hurt or already dead since no one was safe not even the other league members. Even more so while Hawks was with them as a double agent he would find out somehow about you and use it against Dabi to make him cooperate. How once the war was over and he finally saw you he nearly cried if he could, incredibly glad that the one person in his life that he cared about was still alive and loved him. You didn’t know you were crying until you felt a tear hit your hand and looked back at your boyfriend to see him equally emotional and smiling a rare genuine smile while he knelt down on one knee.

You both stood in silence for a couple of seconds before quietly laughing at the tense emotional atmosphere and asking if you’d marry him, saying yes without hesitation and gently cupping his face and kissing him. You hugged one another after he slipped the ring on your finger.

[kiwii-11]

to love me!

in which . . . your vampire mate is the sweetest man you know, which is why you think it’s such a shame he fell for you.

or . . . three moments throughout their relationship where darlin’ felt like they didn’t deserve sam, and the moment that changed everything.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov, darlin’! reader, quinn arc ew, previous toxic relationship, insecurites, references to actual audios, based off ‘couldn’t make it any harder’ by sabrina carpenter!!!

one: healing you for the first time.

“sam, don’t you dare—”

“i gotta’ disinfect it, darlin’—”

you bite back a curse as he gently pats your open wound with medical care solution. one hand crushes the couch pillow between your fingers, the other hits a fist against sam’s back in retaliation. he tells you to stop and you shoot him a glare.

a pile of bloodied tissues lay on the rug beside you as sam kneels on the floor to get better access to your wounds. you were reluctant to let him in when you heard him knock. you regretted it as soon as he started lecturing you.

with your last hit, you rest your hand against his shoulder with closed eyes and furrowed brows. sam drops the wipe into the pile and places a square patch on your thigh to cover your wound.

“see? ain’t that hard,” he says as he glances back at you, “you’re stronger than that, aren’t ‘cha?”

you lay back down and cover your face, breathing out heavily. you were sweating and you felt like you were about to pass out.

“we’re not done yet,” he claims, “i saw that bruise peekin’ out from your collar. let me heal it.”

“it’s just a bruise, sam,” you sigh as you push his hand away like a tired kid, “leave it.”

“it’s already so tough, darlin’,” he scoffs whilst taking your hand, “it’s fine, i still got a lotta’ magic stored up in me.”

if he had met you when you were younger, before you distanced yourself from the pack, before you had met quinn, you would’ve gladly accepted his help. maybe if you hadn’t gotten yourself into this big of a mess, it would be different.

you’ve always had a thing for accents. upon first meeting sam, you were a bit thrown off by his tone of voice. you would be lying if you said that him calling you ‘darlin’’ wasn’t one of the most sweetest things you’ve ever heard. if you were your past self, you would’ve done anything he asked simply for being so kind and having such a voice that made you swoon.

it has your mind racing, and you know that if you don’t stop thinking about it now, you’ll—

“fuck…” you mumble out to yourself as you hug a pillow to your face.

“it’s alright, i’ll just fix this one up and then i’ll grab you some medicine,” sam replies, gently placing his hand over your bruise, “deep breath for me, darlin’.”

sam watches as your hand closest to him reaches out and grips his wrist. your fingers shake a little and sam lets out a small sigh, “it’s okay. just breathe.”

you do as your told and feel the magic coursing through your body. it hurts for only a moment and you relax straight after. you drop your hand from his wrist and slowly move the pillow from your face. you felt so much better already, and the look on sam’s face says that he knows that already.

“you can let me do this, y’know,” he claims as he picks up all the bloodies tissues and medical supplies, “don’t act like you can heal yourself, darlin’. no shame in callin’ me for help.”

you watch as he tosses them into the bin.

he was so kind. and you were doomed.

two: quinn’s reappearance.

to have all your intimate moment exposed to not only your partner, but your pack leader, was probably one of the most hurtful things that quinn could’ve ever done to you.

standing behind that glass made you feel exactly how quinn intended — nothing.

on the drive back from the department, after a tight hug from david and the most gruelling hours you’ve ever had to endure, you’re silent as sam’s hands grip the steering wheel as tightly as possible. he can’t even begin to understand what you’re going through; all he can do is glance at you every few seconds.

“are you hungry?” he asks to break the silence.

“no, i’m not.” you sigh out, sure that he had heard you.

sam nods his head as you continue to stare out the window as the passing cars. the silence was unbearable. you both could tell what the other was thinking.

his hand moves to rest on your thigh, thumb brushing against the material of your pants. it’s a wordless piece of reassurance that he offers you. your arm resting on the window ledge, your hand holding your head up as you face the outside world — your whole position screams that you’re shrinking.

but his hand stays as a way to tell you that he’s staying right where he is. you itch to hold his hand, to link your fingers with his. but you don’t.

you don’t want anyone to touch you, you feel so disgusting after having your private moments spilled to the people closest to you. but when it’s sam, his touch lingers even after it’s gone. you hold yourself back from reaching for his hand.

you were impulsive and often said things you didn’t mean. you were similar to david and asher in that sense, as you’d grown up around them. milo’s quick wit rubbed off on you too. it only took a few months distanced from them for those aspects to blow up in your face.

maybe quinn made them worse. you could feel yourself becoming a stranger to your pack in favour for the manipulative vampire, and he never even rejected the idea. he made you complicit, and you came to despise that version of yourself.

“i love you, darlin’.” he whispers out once he reaches the red light.

your fingers twitch against your face at the statement. with the bundle of emotions you were feeling right now, you could cuss your situation out, say things you would regret and just blow up in his face. you couldn’t handle feeling so loved when everything made you small and weak and disturbing.

how could he still love you after everything he’s heard? how embarrassing it is for your lover to hear all the things your ex had done with you. you couldn’t bare to say a word.

he knows you love him too. sam knows it with his whole heart, especially after becoming your mate.

sam’s hand remains there for the rest of the trip. he doesn’t ask you anything else, nor does he urge you to hold his hand. he just wants you to know he’s there, he’s not going anywhere.

you stare out the window for the remainder of the trip.

three: attending the summit.

when sam said that it was a fancy party, you believed him, but nothing prepared you for this whole show.

you pulled your collar a little and stared down at your shoes; sam had warned you of the dress code, and you felt kind of out of place here. milo and his mate were practically in their element right now, and even asher was holding up well. you tried your best.

“you look as if you’re a second away from throwing your guts up all over the marble floor,” you hear the snide remark come from porter beside you, “whatever is the matter? where’s that charm we’ve all grown to tolerate?”

you glare at him. he’s a flirty son of a bitch, he proved that upon your first meeting. sam had gone around to say ‘hi’ to everyone whilst you were waiting for david and his mate to come back from their talk with the head of one of the vampire calm leaders. porter had this habit of popping up out of nowhere whenever you were alone. you promised to play nice, so you will try.

“where’s your little plaything, porter?” you hum out as you sip your drink, “thought you were bringing a special someone to the summit?”

“well, i thought it’d be best for my treasure to spend their time relaxing tonight rather than standing around like a lonely little puppy,” he comments, which makes you roll your eyes, “honestly, the summit should be used to strengthen your connections with all these people. wouldn’t you benefit from such a thing? you know it serves quite well to be liked.”

“i’m guessing you’re living a hard life then.” you retort. porter chuckles.

sam beelines for you as soon as he sees porter saddled up at your side. in an instant his hand is on your hip and he’s pulling you away from him.

“porter, don’t you have other people to converse with?” he sighs out, “are you tryna’ start something with my darlin’ before we even get to the dinner?”

“oh, so motherly, samuel,” porter laughs as he waves his hand, “but you’re correct — i do see vincent’s ‘lovely’ looking quite uncomfortable with the duke from the east. excuse me, i’d love to make him blow a fuse.”

he leaves without another word as you tug on your sleeve. it felt stuffy in here. you were suddenly so aware of how your clothes were feeling on your skin now that sam was nearby.

“are you alright, darlin’?” he hums out as he stands in front of you.

you were leaning against the wall and placed your glass on the table beside you. sam covered most of your view of the party. he stared at you with a gentle smile.

“never knew all this glitz and glam could be so suffocating, i can hardly hear myself think with everything going on — the sheer amount of cologne and perfume in this one room is sickening,” you comment as you rub your neck, only to double back on your complaints, “i—i’m sorry, i didn’t mean—”

“no, i agree with you,” he laughs as he nods his head, “can be overwhelmin’ with your sense of smell, huh?”

you give a hum of agreement. you forget that you’re not here to provide any security, just to be with sam. maybe you should keep these comments to yourself. it meant a lot for you to say ‘yes’ to coming to the summit for sam, and he made it known. why would you try to make him upset?

“you look amazing, darlin’,” sam states as he reaches a hand to cup your cheek, “sight for sore eyes. everyone’s watchin’ you.”

you know that for sure. you could feel their tense gazes from every inch if the room. they were tearing away at your appearance, you just know it.

“not a good thing, i think,” you hum out as you lean against his palm, “where’s the coat rack? i should—”

“you don’t need your jacket, darlin’,” he tells you whilst leaning in to press a kiss to your other cheek, “you’re lightin’ up the room. everyone’s either jealous of you for lookin’ so good, or jealous of me for getting to come home to you.”

“as if.” you mumble quietly, hand resting against his chest.

you were out of place. everyone looked so comfortable in their clothing, whilst you felt like your chest was about to cave in on itself. your shoes sounded too loud, your colours didn’t match the theme, it was all wrong.

sam pulls away with furrowed brows. he brushes his thumb against your skin with a smile. “you listenin’ to a word i’ve been tellin’ ya? you look ethereal, darlin’, believe me. i told you that before we left and i haven’t changed my damn mind. you look so nice, you’re the most beautiful person here.”

the pure love in his eyes makes you sigh out a little, grinning at your mate, “thank you, sam. you clean up well yourself.”

he rolls his eyes with a snort before leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. your hand moves from resting against his chest to caressing the side of his neck. when he pulls away, he says he can introduce you to some of the other clans. you take him up on that offer.

he was always so kind, always knew what to say. he’s the perfect partner, and he’s with you.

final: sam comes home late one night.

it’s 5:30am and he’s just now walking through the door, missing the sunlight by a hair. sam texted you letting you know that he would be coming home in the early morning, so you should go to bed instead of waiting for him. you decided to listen to him just this once since you had work to do in the morning, so you went to bed alone and hugged his pillow close to your chest.

you didn’t really enjoy sleeping without sam near. after that first night he stayed over, you’ve found it hard to go back to how it used to be. he was so tender and calm, how could you not feel at ease around him?

he’s smitten as soon as he sees you in your shared bed, blankets tossed to and fro due to you not cuddling with him. you’re sound asleep, so tired from all the work you’ve been doing around the house — sam thinks the apple tree outside is growing nicely — while he was gone.

“good mornin’, darlin’,” he hums quietly as he presses a kiss to your cheek. you stir, eyes squeezing shut before your hand reaches out and lays across his lap. it humours him. “how d’ya even know i’m here? you’re sleepin’ soundly.”

with a hand squeezing yours, sam stares at you. your expression was so calm that he feels his heart squeeze. he wanted to provide that life for you that was stress free, always ending with you two snuggled up in bed together. as hard as that sounds, he’d fight every day for it.

“thank you,” he sighs to you quietly, “i thank whoever is listenin’ that i have you with me. you make it easy to love, y’know that, darlin’? it’s so easy to fall in love with you. i know it was a long way for us, but i’m so glad that we made it here.”

the bed dips again as he kisses your forehead, lingering for a few seconds more.

“for the rest of our lives, i promise to dedicate every single moment to being with you, if you’ll have me,” sam chuckles out as he lands another kiss to your cheek, “and i know you will. you’re not the best at hidin’ that sweet smile of yours; lucky for a fella’ like me who loves to see it, and who loves you with all his old heart.”

as he leans back up, sam gently caresses your cheek. “i’ll shower and come back to bed, darlin’. keep it nice n’ warm for me.”

sam stands up, taking off his coat and hanging it up. his shoes were already at the door and he was gathering some clothes to lounge around the house in. as he sets his clothes on the dresser opposite you, he heads to the shower.

but not before halting at the door.

“i know you’re awake, darlin’.”

he hastily catches his bed pillow, which you throw at his face full force. an embarrassed expression paints your features, much to sam’s delight as he lets out a hefty laugh.

“how did you know?” you complain whilst covering your face.

“i can hear your heartbeat quicken whenever i tell you i love you.” he admits as he tosses you the pillow back.

“why would you say all that stuff then?” you question, sitting up with a pointed glare.

he tilts his head as he holds onto the doorknob. “because you were awake to hear it, why else?”

his cheeky smile is the last thing you see as he goes into your shared bathroom to shower. you had been up since you heard him rummaging around in the kitchen to grab a drink, but were too tired to get up. so you pretended to be asleep until he came into the room and began talking.

you lay back down and try to get some more rest, but his words were replaying in your mind.

‘it’s so easy to fall in love with you’, he says. the sweetest man in the world tells you this.

you used to wonder if that was even possible. but he’s living proof that it is. you’re easy to love because it’s sam who’s doing all the loving.

and he’s never wanted anything more than you.