#mark a sheperd

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Okayz girlls I need to know for once and all, do I have a type or not.. each one of these men, can make me go a little feral🤭😅... Please help me out .. and sorry for spamming y'all with pretty pics, but hey... Ya know me...😋🤣

@jackles010378 @k-slla @winchesterwild78 @angelbabyyy99 🩷

[nescaveckwriter]

Hurting Angel - Chapter Three 💓🐞

Summary: Did Crowley kidnap her daughter? Does he have a good side, or is it all bad!.

A/N: Oh yay, I just love writing about this man, starting to become a Crowley girlie for sure, let me know what you bugsies think, and once again, thank you for every like, reblog and message. much love🐞❤️💕 🐞

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱 Also, some comfort and funny moments

Word Count: 1691

Cover Art: Done by me 🐞 and the pic's from Pinterest and Canva 💕

Characters: Crowley, Bridget York, Lainey York, Doctor❤️

Tiny little hands tugging at her, lets her open her heavy eyelids, her eyes still a little puffy of the sleep, not recalling where she is, she looks over to the young voice, big brown eyes, glancing at her, her voice angelic ''Mommy! Mommy'' the little girl with her cute round face and short little legs makes her way up the bed, plunging down, to her side, her voice brittle, ''Lainey?'' 

The little girl squeals as she get lifted up in the air, his deep English accent, warning in a gentle way ''don't hurt your mom now'' her eyes widens as she realizes what's  going on, filled with anger ''let my daughter go''

Placing her down, throwing his hands in the air, ''Listen Bridget Love, I just don't want your little one to hurt you''

Holding her hand out to the five year old, ''come here sweetie'' trying not to reveal the fear and anger in her voice, the little girl runs towards her, a confused look on her little round face, ''it's okay sweetie'' glaring at him, her blue eyes piercing through his dark brown orbs, ''how, how do you know my name?''

A smirk forming on his lips, ''Love, I have many connections, it was easy to find out who you were, and you were so worried about your daughter that, I had to find a way to get her too you!''

''So what you kidnapped my daughter from her school?'' her lips pursed

''Not me so to say, I have men who does it for me'' a smug grin plastered on his face.

Holding Lainey close to her now, ''I hate you! Let us go'' she demanded

The man gaggles a bit, ''Pick a number and get in line, love, the queue is long''

Not amused by his answer, she shifts on the bed, feeling the pain pulsing on her side, her voice flat ''what do you want from us''

Inspecting the woman with her blue eyes, her blonde medium length hair, revealing the slight friction from the pillow, her face elegant but strong, her plum lips, pursed together, the little brown eyed girl, with the two brown pig tails safely tugged behind the woman's arms, his heart, flutters a little, but he shakes the feeling, without a single word he just leaves.

Sighing she checks Lainey out, trying to make sure she's okay. ''Are you okay sweetie'' 

The little one just nods her head, ''yes mommy'' she searches her mother's face, her brown orbs as big as they can get, ''mommy''

''Yes sweetie''

''Why don't you like the funny sounding man'' she questions 

''Well honey, it's grown-up stuff, okay'' she smiled

Folding her arms, her little face very serious, ''Well I like him'' she claims

Letting out a little laugh, ''honey, you like everyone''

She puffs her chest, ''not everyone, I don't like Jimmy, he's just mean''

She can't help but to laugh at her daughter's face, ''I know sweetie, how could I forget''

As he stands out side the room, waiting for the doctor to show, he hears the room that is now filled with laughter, ''it sounds like heaven'' he mumbles underneath his breath.

''Good morning, boss'' the doctor greeted

''What's so good about it'' he sneered, his usual comment not quite reaching his eyes, as they seem a little lighter than normal.

The old man laughs, as he knocks on the door, announcing his entrance, ''Good morning you two'' he greeted

The young woman's face went from smiling to immediate disgust. ''Hello'' she hissed

''Hey little one, why don't you go outside for a little while, okay, I just want to check on mommy'' he asked

Looking over at her mom, and after she nods, giving the go ahead, she jumps off the bed, announcing ''I'm going to play with Cowley''

Bridget lets out a giggle, ''it's Crowley sweetie''

Pointing her finger at her mom, ''I know, that's what I said'' then she runs off screaming ''Cowley, Cowley''

Taking a deep breath, focusing on the doctor's aged face, anxiously she asked ''doc, why is he holding us hostage.''

The old man, gives her a smile, ''Bridget, he's not keeping you hostage, he's keeping you safe''

Amused she lets out ''safe? safe from what exactly?'

Seriousness in his voice ''from the men who did this too you, by now they know who you are, a up and coming famous reporter, they would want to silence you and most probably your little girl too, just because they can, remember, they must've had your purse''

His words drenching into her mind, ''wait what! your actually serious, that's just great, that's just marvelous'' screaming now, ''I didn't ask for any of this''

''I know you didn't, and I'm truly sorry, you had to go through it, but we just want to help, I promise'' he assured.

''Urghhhhh! Can't life just give me a break'' the frustration building up inside her, trying to fight back the tears, enraged she shouts at the poor old man ''LEAVE! GET OUT DAMMIT''

Crowley comes running in, ''What the hell, is going on here?'' he questioned, glaring over at her, then the doctor he gestures to the old man, he should leave a little while.

She gets up to a standing position, still dressed in the button-up shirt. ''I want you all to leave me the hell alone'' she sneered

He walks closer towards her ''listen here now, you little ungrateful ...'' he bites his bottom lip in order to stop him, from saying something horrible, instead he looks into her ocean blue eyes, ''The doctor just wants to help you''

''I know'' she snaps at him

''Then let him, dammit'' he demanded

She squeezed her eyes shut, in order to fight the burning of the tears, threating to spill over the edges.  

His voice loud and deep ''Look at me dammit, you will listen to what he says'' 

Her eyes flung open, eyeballing the man, with his dark hair, and strong face , her voice brittle and shaky ''why'' is all she lets out

''Because....'' he couldn't even finish the sentence when she just chipped in.

''Why'' her voice breaking now ''why me, why did they have to do this to me''

He strides closer to her, feeling a little uneasy as she sways from side to side. Trying to think of a right answer, but then he sees the flood of tears running down her delicate cheeks.

Her voice barely audible ''I'm not a bad person, why do life keep testing me''

Her little body trembles with every sniffle and tear, he can't help it, he gently pulls her closer to his chest, his chin on the crown of her head, his hand caressing her hair, it seems like the embrace gave her the permission to break, perhaps the initial shock of the events that lead up to this point, needed an outlet. 

Hearing his heart beating, feeling his arms around hers, the gentle stroking of her hair, as she just stood there sobbing, who would've known, that she'd find comfort in the arms of 'the devil' the aroma of cloves and pine, hits her nostrils as he held her even closer, a low roar, escapes his lips ''I'll take care of you love, let me please''

She glared up at him through her thick lashes, a soft whisper, rolls over her lips ''Okay, I'll let you'' he looked at her surprised, she can hardly believe it herself, but for some reason, he made her feel safe.

Glancing down at her, he felt the urge to taste her lips, to hold her and never let her go, but how could that be, he's only known her for a few days, he can already tell this woman, isn't a human being, but rather an angel,  getting angry at himself, for feeling so out of control, he lets go of her, placing her down on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed together, his voice deep and flat again, ''You will listen understood'' he demanded. 

Shocked by the sudden coldness, she couldn't even form words, to reply. She just sat there the dampness still visible on her face. She knew despite the fact of his attitude towards her now, that'd he wouldn't hurt her or Lainey , and with knowing that , she can start the recovery process,  because she's going to nail these bastards, they can't just go around butchering people. 

The doctor comes in again, smiling, ''let's check you out, what do you say''

Just nodding she smiles ''Where's Lainey?'' 

Laughing ''She made new friends with the chef, and she's eating a cookie''

''Thank you, and sorry'' she mumbles

''Don't mention in, now come on, get yourself comfortable, you shouldn't strain yourself so much'' he advised

''I won't,'' smiling now, ''I never said thank you for saving my life''

''Thank you, but mostly it was that somber man, who did the saving, I just did the stitching'' he lets out a gaggle

''Well thanks anyway,'' fighting to keep her eyes open, ''why do I feel so tired''

The doctor explains away, but soon realizes she dozed off. He laughs when he sees the tough man he knows as the Boss, the Devil, whatever you want to call him, gets dragged in by a five-year old , a big smile on her face, her little cheerful voice, brightens the room ''Mommy needs a cookie too''

Crowley goes down too the little one's height, in a soft compassionate voice ''mommy is very tired, and she's sleeping now, why don't we put her biscuits down here, okay, she can eat them later'' he takes the crumbled biscuit and places it down on the bedside table, as he turns to face the little girl again, so that he can maybe find something to distract her, so that she doesn't bother Bridget, but what his faced with, lets a smile pull at his lips, Lainey, climbed up the bed, next to her mother, and in her embrace the little one's eyes were closed as well, both mother and daughter drifted off to sleep. Taking one of the blankets, he tugged them in snugly. He walks away into the hallway, realizing that those two is tugging at his heart-strings, and he doesn't like it one bit, he is alone for varies of reasons. And with those thoughts tumbling around in his mind he walks into his office, closing the door behind him.  

Chapter Four Here

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i’m delirious so instead of sleeping i drew pikmins over images. also a doodle of blood falcon and oleafmar because do you see my vision

[excelsiorfics]

The Golden Door

Date: 14th Feburary 2024 Author: AceArchangel Rating: Teen Word Count/Status: 9,116, ongoing Dynamic: David Alleyne/Tommy Shepherd, Victor Borkowski/Tommy Shepherd, David Alleyne/Ashida Noriko, Julian Keller/Tommy Shepherd Characters: Tommy Shepherd, David Alleyne, Victor Borkowski, Ashida Noriko, Julian Keller, Emma Frost, Jean-Paul Beaubier, Mark Sheppard Tags: Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, Childhood Trauma, Tommy goes to Xavier's, Character Study, Internalized Homophobia

Summary: Tommy lowkey expected to rot in that facility. When a woman comes to take him to a new school, he is the last to complain. Joining a squad, surviving genocide, navigating romances, and fighting the government and terrorists, high school with superpowers is as chaotic as ever.

What if Tommy attended Xavier's rather than joined the Young Avengers AU and Incredibly Slow Thinkfast slowburn. Like they will not kiss for at least 30k. More of a character study than a ship fic.

[lesbianamalvada]

McSteamy is the nickname for Mark Sloan, a plastic surgeon on the hit show Grey's Anatomy. He was introduced in season 2. He would regularly perform sex reassignment surgeries. He is Derek Sheperd's (McDreamy's) childhood best friend but they fell out after he had an affair with Addie (Derek's former wife). Well they all make up, since Mark and Derek are like brothers and Derek is in love with Meredith now. A lot of stuff happens that I won't get into but basically Mark falls in love with Meredith's long lost sister, Lexie. In the season 8 finale, Mark, Lexie, Derek, Meredith, Cristina, and Arizona are involved in an aviation accident while on the way to Idaho to perform a surgery. Lexie is crushed in the debris and after failing to save her he confesses his love to her. In the ninth season premiere it is revealed he is on life support due to the injuries he sustained from the crash. He doesn't make it but in a way he gets to be with Lexie.

My point is Mark would have never botched a top surgery.

cosmetic plastic surgeons do not give a fuck about you. their offices are like assembly lines. they do not care about you. they do not care about your feelings. they only care about how much money they can make off of your insecurities.

this especially includes so-called "gender affirming" cosmetic surgeons. "oh i found this great surgeon who affirms me" no you did not. you found a snakeoil salesman who is going to have you chasing a dragon you will never catch.

[shelbgrey]

Hiiii!

Can i ask for a mark sloan x reader (kinda?) but mostly derek sheperd x reader (platonic)

She is younger than derek and she is his person and he is hers, it also helps that she never really had feelings or attraction to mark and always rejects him (maybe she likes someone else in the hospital?) and she is a major merder supporter

I love addison bit she had no right showing up to seattle the way she did💀

Being Derek Shepherd's person headcanons:

Paring: best friend!Derek x reader, Mark Sloan x crush!reader, love interest!Jackson Avery x reader

Summary: the reader is Derek's person and only wants Derek to be happy. Mark is in love with her, but she loves someone else.

A/n: sorry this is so short, I've just lost motivation to write this last few weeks

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You just couldn't understand how or why this happened, Addison cheated on Derek and now you were following him to Seattle.

You didn't expect Mark to do this, let alone Addison, but you took Derek's side like you knew he'd do for you.

Derek has been your best friend for as long as you could remember, you guys go way back. To the point you knew each other as kids. You were in the same class as Amilea and that's how you met.

But you didn't become friends through her like you'd expect. Amilea was actually really mean to you growing up. Derek nor the rest of the family knew Amilea messed with you everyday at school.

Derek only found out because Amilea was forced to invite you and her whole class to one of her birthday party's. Derek saw Amilea pushing you around and immediately put a stop to it. Even mark helped a little. Then you guys had sorta been best friends ever since.

Anyway, you moved to Seattle and it actually brought you two closer. He bought a trailer to live in and you got an apartment close by. You guys are close but not close enough to live in cramped trailer with him.

You actually loved the fact he found someone new. Meredith seemed to understand Derek better and he seemed to smile more when she's around.

You and Meredith actually became very good friends and you even lived with her and your other intern friends for a while.

You couldn't stand it when Addison showed up, and she had no right to show up the way she did. It hurt you to see Derek in this position. He wanted to do the right thing so badly.

You were the only one he could genuinely open up to without being judged. If your not good with advice that's okay, he's just thankful your there to listen.

You and Addison did used to be good friends, and you'd be lying if didn't say she was like a big sister to you. You never peged her as a cheater, but here we are.

But even though you had Derek's back through thick and thin, it's wasn't hard for you and Addison to fall back into the routine of your old friendship.

But there has been a few times you've become a messenger or they'd use you against each other.

“Hey, don't shoot the messenger Shep” you said rolling your eyes after passing a message to Derek from Addison.

Then fucking Mark showed up...

He's always flirted with you and even though it seems genuine with you, I think it pisses him off you don't fall into his charms like other women do.

You've always known Mark liked you, but unfortunately you never felt the same way. You knew deep down he was a sweet person, but you only saw him as a close friend.

The last time you regected him was when he started the affair with Addison.

But it's always been you in Mark's eyes and it he can't help but be crushed. I wasn't about sleeping with you anymore, it was more than that. He wants to he the one to make you happy, protect you, and wake up with you every morning.

“what's wrong with me? What I wouldn't give to have y/n look at me the way Meredith looks at you” Mark told Derek one day.

Derek has always been over protective of you. When you were a kid he protected you from bullies now he feels he needs to protect you from certain people at the hospital.

Usually he'd be pissed given the circumstances Mark and him were once in, but he couldn't help but feel nothing but sympathy for Mark. He had seen the way he looked at you. It wasn't the lustful look he gave Addison, but actual love.

But Derek wasn't gonna help set you and Mark up. He knew you didn't love Mark and he wasn't about to put you guys in a relationship that wasn't genuine.

What really crushed Mark was when you started showing interest in Jackson Avery. It was huge mental battle because he cared about you both so much.

You didn't realize this, you thought everything was good between you and Mark. You'd never intentionally hurt him. As far as you were concerned you, Mark, and derek had become this amazing trio again.

What you did know is you never felt this way before until you met Jackson. He was kind to you from the start and honestly loved that fact you wanted to be around him because he was just being himself and you weren't choosing to be around him because he was an Avery.

He'll even listen to you drool over him. “Jesus, you might as well jump his bones right now” he joked.

You were usually the shy one, but you actually stated flirting with him first, which he found adorable. “why have a Harper Avery Award when I have an actual Avery to hang out with... Those awards don't have your eyes”

Derek was actually glad you found someone like Jackson. He loved seeing you smile more and just be more up beat.

“can't help it, he's sweet and funny... And have you seen those eyes?”

Mark did learn to move on and when he found lexi he couldn't help but notice things about you and Jackson he hasn't before.

Like he saw the sparkle in your eyes every time you looked at Jackson. Mark notices the way Jackson treats you and cares for you.

He relised he's thankful your happy and in a loving relationship. He's happy too now, so there's no since at being jealous now.

Everything seemed to be at peace now, you had Jackson, Derek and Meredith got married on a post-it note, Mark had lexi, and Addison went to work at a private practice.

[ineedjesusverymuch]

Diabolik lovers headcanons pt. 3 (even more stuff)

Hi, it's been a while, no? Even though I feel a bit like I'm screaming into an empty void, I do enjoy writing my thoughts down.

The Diabolik Lovers fandom gets smaller and smaller and since just a few blogs are active, I wanted to post more! I know that without Rejet producing more content (that is canon and not "just" new merchlines, even though I deeply love the art), the dl fandom is bound to shrink. But: now, there are a lot of very respectful blogs, which I do enjoy! The toxicity just shrinks a lot on smaller fandoms. And I really love that no slander of Yui is happening!

Now, lets get into the headcanons after my short ramble.

I won't write anything nsfw this time, just a quick psa.

⚠ I'll try to mark anything that could be triggering with this: ❗trigger warning ❗

⚠This post will briefly discuss topics like: parental trauma and childhood trauma.⚠

The topics in this post will be mostly happy or cute (?), asks are always appreciated!

As always, I'll try to be at least a bit true to canon. But... Well.

this time I did not just ramble about Kanato, I think I talked about Laito quite a bit though...

Headcanons under the cut ⬇

First of all: Shu.

Genuinely loves dogs (remember the scene with Yuma? The little puppy? Yes.)

All fluffy dogs are loved, just as all other dogs.

Loveslovesloves Golden retrievers and sheperd dogs. Likes big dogs a bit more than small dogs, more to hug.

Deeply hates toads. Not frogs, toads. He thinks they're quite ugly and hates how big they can get

Shu is Not dumb but being a little fuck by not-obeying-karlheinz's-orders-like-being-good-in-school

Has only socks with terrible obnoxious patterns, like the weirdest psychedelic shit? I'm talking about rainbow colored mushrooms on sunyellow backdrop and comical faces. (Ngl, it's a vibe)

Huuuuge crush on Yuma. He likes his long hair and the fact that Yuma doesn't try to lie to him. Shu likes honest people and Yuma with his blunt approach is amazing for him. Also, he is convinced that Yuma is very simple to understand, nit at all complicated like some other people.

Next in Line is Reiji! What a surprise.

Has a huge collection of Hand cream and lotion. He has those long, slim fingers and his nails are manicured so impeccable that they don't even look real anymore.

Wears only black socks. Its a hassle to sort them since some of them have different lengths or fabrics

Has pet rats. Definitely pet rats.

They're cute and all but he's named ever single one outrageous names like Berthold and Brunhilde, the typical old german names you'd read in very old books.

Reiji Is able to speak not only german, japanese and the demon language but can also speak latin (even though shu is on a much higher level), a bit of French and russian.

Would be the type to do things simply out of sprite. Shu once mentioned not liking blue curtains and now all curtains are blue.

Has an academic rivalry with Ruki. All the other students (including Ruki) think they're flirting, only Reiji is oblivious.

Next: our boy Ayato!

Hates bees with a passion.

Kanato once "gifted" him a box of bees out of spite (the little shit put the whole bee hive in that box), ever since then Ayato runs as soon as humming from a bee can be heard in a ten mile ratio. (Being outside is very exhausting for everyone, himself included)

Very much enjoys shows like Brigderton and say yes to the dress. Loves the drama and the intrigue.

Ayato actually? Doesn't hate his brothers??? He likes to bicker with them, especially his other triplets, but genuinely cares about them. He's just a bit too emotionally stunted on that front (thank you cordelia).

Likes not only takoyaki but also any type of japanese festival food. I'm talking about mochi, dango and tayaki, etc.

the type to have lactose intolerance and ignore it completely to seem "cool"

went on an ice cream date with Yui once and spent the entire night in the bathroom because he was too proud to say no

Actually wears makeup? I'm not talking about full-on glam but a bit concealer and eyeliner. Ayato has red mascara and omfg he looks so good with it???

Laito and he enjoy playing those multiplayer games for nintendo

He has an entire village on animal crossing that is managed by him and Laito together

Next in line: Kanato!

I have made quite long posts about him in the past so I wont elaborate on some things that I already wrote down.

Very skilled at makeup. Like top-level skill. Wears eyeliner, liptint or gloss and glitter under and on his eyes. Light blush is a must-have!

Can crochet and knit but is often too impatient to make bigger projects

Will hyperfocus on things like historical fashion and garments for weeks at a time.

Once was so focused on the black plague that he didn't drink blood for like five weeks and passed out until he was fed some blood

Gremlin.

Has a friendship with Yuma? They plant plants together and since Kanato (canonically) likes apples, Yuma will bring him some after plucking.

Kanato enjoys tea time with Reiji

Kanato also likes to gossip with Laito. Or more like: Laito gossips and Kanato sits next to him and munches on some sweets.

Huge crush on Azusa. (I went into more detail on that in earlier posts but I'll answer any questions on that matter! Feel free to send me asks or prompts!)

He and Ayato have both the same interest for old fairy tales and will read them together on those nights were everything just comes up again

❗Laito will comfort him when Kanato has nightmares and Kanato will be there for Laito, since they went through a bit if the same things even though Laito's was much more intense

Cuddle time with Shu

Quiet time with Subaru

Now Laito!

Can speak a fuckton of languages.

I don't care if its canon but Laito is like B2 Level of French. Is able to discuss theological matters is perfect french.

Can also speak italian like all the triplets but he's also able to speak a bit german, polish and romanian

Friends with Kou! ❗They're really good ffriends and can understand what the other went though. Laito stays often over night at Kou's and they spend the night watching funny movies (Deadpool is Laitos current favourite)

Laito enjoys comics. He likes Marvel and DC a lot!

We know that Laito likes crossword puzzles but like. He's so good at them it's almost frightening. Is able to not only do japanese ones but also french.

So intelligent???

Not only booksmart but also "people smart". He notices the smallest things on people around him, constantly analizes everyone. Knows a lot about medicine and psychology.

Loves learning new things.

Has immense knowledge about the universe, is able to name every single star sign on the sky.

in the games we often see Laito wear casual clothing. My headcanon is that he likes the sort of style skaters usually wear.

Really likes cargo pants since everything fits in all of the pockets

Wears oversized hoodies and shirts

Has those two piercings on his left earlobe but also has a lip piercing on the right lower lip and a septum that he got when he was bored

As soon as he's alone, he let's the perverted fassade fall down. He doesn't smile a lot actually, more along the lines of a serious face most of the time.

It took a bit for him to be able to drop that fake face of his in front of Kou and his other triplets but after some time he got used to not fake being friendly and perverted.

Dropped the infamous "bitch-chan" after some time, now uses Yui's actual name. The -chan stayed though.

Last but not least: Subaru!

has very soft plushies in his coffin

Loves those tiny fluffy bunnies. Lionheads especially!

Very gentle with animals.

Animals love him (#disneyprincesssubaru)

once tried to color his hair, it went horrible and his hair was a patchy muddy color for eight weeks

Wears eyeliner. The black, brush-tip ones

Long eyelashes. They genuinely look fake.

So pretty

Is naturally more fair and frail-looking than some other vampires so he tries to roughen himself up

❗Bruises his knuckles and bites his lips to look more dangerous. Even though the scowl he usually wears is more than enough to ward off anyone who wants to pick a fight...

Also friends with Kou (Kou really collects Sakamakis like pokemons)

Wears black nail polish but it chips off pretty fast due to the gardening Subaru does

Bonding time with Kanato is applying nail polish together

Enjoys playing pool and darts with Shu when his older brother has enough motivation

Knows he is fucked up from all the stuff with his mother and wouldn't be opposed to therapy (at least after some sweet talk from Yui... And a whole lot of promises for new seeds for his garden and a new set of black clothes)

Has a motor bike and it's his entire pride

Polishes it every week and has a lot of clothes for biking

Takes trips to somewhere when he's bored and/or annoyed by his other brothers

does not realize that Kou flirts with him every time they do something together (obliviousness lies in the family)

So! That's it? I guess? Sometime in the future I'll write about the Mukamis too, I promise!

If there's anything you'd like me to write about, just send me an ask.

And to whoever reads this: I appreciate the time you took to read my post and I hope you have an amazing day/night !

you are truly appreciated!

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જ⁀➴tw; poorly and drunkenly written, monster fcking (long tongue, dub-con, big dck!jimin), monster!jimin, cheating, question mark. scary, question mark.

Your laughter echoed in the room, the high ceiling and the clear windows covering one wall revealing the forest surrounding you. Dark, dense, and covered in raindrops. The storm had stopped a few minutes ago, and you finally woke up from a long nap. The vibrating of the old phone (the only form of communication, due to the poor signal) abruptly woke you up as you lifted your head from the furniture, the wool sheets covering your body.

"But you know you could have come with me if you wanted to." The voice on the other end of the line was soft. He had just woken up just like you.

"You know I don't like those events, they make me nervous." You responded to your boyfriend while playing with the dog resting in your lap. The German Sheperd was heavy, but it comforted you knowing you were not alone in the ample cabin.

Jimin loved nature. He had been talking about getting one in the middle of the forest ever since you met him. There were several opportunities for him to get one near his family, all beautiful. But they did not convince him. A few months ago, an old friend informed him of one in the middle of the forest. The closest neighbor was about forty kilometers away, he had a lake nearby and the house had not been restored since the 50s. Even the furniture you were resting on was from the previous family.

Jimin didn't think twice, in winter he invited you to spend the holidays with him. You couldn't resist the idea of a good fire, the rustling of fallen leaves, playing with sweet Pepper who ran around the house with a blanket in her mouth until she got tired.

Of course, also having Jimin all to yourself was a blessing. You woke up early to watch the sunrise from the window in the attic. Sometimes, you two would go for a walk, he would kiss you against the trunk of a willow tree and tell you the things he loved most about you. It was precious: to see him so calm in his own home, even if you had told him that it was a bit exaggerated to have a place with six bathrooms.

So what? We will fill the rooms over the years, he promised you the night before he left, making love to you fervently until you both fell asleep from exhaustion.

In the morning, around 6, a gray Mitsubishi stopped at the entrance to the cabin. A scandal, something to do with Taehyung going out in Paris and getting drunk. Same as always, Jungkook denied looking at his cell phone, trying to catch up with what they were saying on social media. He held up the device, searching for reception.

"It's useless, you have to go to the road if you want a reception," Jimin responded, hands on his waist, fog rising from his lips due to the morning mist. One of his favorite features of the place.

Jungkook clicked his tongue at him, putting the cell phone in his coat. "We have to go look for Kim, he's going to arrive at the airport in two hours."

Jimin looked back, you were at the front door. The sheets covered your shoulders as you tried to keep out the cold. You greeted Jungkook from afar, sleep still in your actions.

"It'll only be two days, love." Jimin paced back and forth, filling a backpack with essential things.

"I know, you don't have to explain." You looked at him while you were flipping through a 70's magazine in bed. "Besides, Pepper will be with me."

"You can call me whenever you want, no matter what time. I'll have the phone in my pocket." Jimin closed the backpack and turned his gaze to you, something was wrong. His eyes moved erratically over your features.

"Minnie." You called him to wake up from his stupor.

The man closed his eyes and smiled. "Sorry, this Taehyung thing has me stressed."

"Rumors pass."

"Did you go downstairs last night?" He interrupted you and put his index finger on his lips. As if the question had been bubbling since last night.

You shook your head, confused.

"No."

"Haven't you had those…you know, again?" His hands moved, trying to explain your sleeping problem. You had awful nightmares. Sometimes, you would even get out of bed and stare at the wall for minutes. Jimin knew about your issues and was happy that after going to a specialist, your sleeping habits were improving.

"No." You smiled comfortingly. "Besides, if it happens, Pepper will take care of me. I have her for that."

Pepper perked her ears at hearing her name. She was your companion, every time you had a nightmare, she would wake you up by putting her snout on your face, licking your nose and eyes to make you react.

Jimin nodded, thinking back to the topic of Taehyung. His fingers went to his temples, and before he could say anything else, Jungkook made the horn go off. Your boyfriend approached and kissed your forehead, love pouring from his pupils before he left.

He closed the door after giving you one last smile. "Take care, princess."

You spent the morning hours on the patio, finishing reading a book of stories by Borges. You walked a little with Pepper to the lake, where the birds settled on the protruding stones, looking for little fish.

If anything was notable, it was the silence that had engulfed you since Park left. Not even the birds in the pines squawked, nor did Pepper bark at the squirrels, nor did the leaves rustle the way they used to.

You decided to return earlier than ever to the cabin. You fed the dog and lay down on the couch. The light rain turned into a storm and, without realizing it, you had fallen asleep in the living room.

"How are the boys?" You asked, the long cord following your steps as you turned on the lights in the living room. The chandelier on the ceiling bathing the space in yellowish light. The lamps on the walls illuminate the hidden, dusty corners.

"We're resting, we went to eat at the hotel restaurant. Hoseok asked about you."

You smiled good-naturedly, grabbing the phone with both hands. Returning to your position on the couch. Pepper was no longer lying there, you assumed she went to finish what was left on her plate.

"You should invite them for Christmas. To the cabin, I mean."

"Maybe. I'll ask them in the morning." He answered with a sigh, he sounded drained. Your smile disappeared. You watched the flames in the fireplace flicker.

"Are you okay, Minnie?" Your voice was calm and comforting to your boyfriend.

"I just want to go back, I don't feel good sleeping alone… I feel like hotel rooms take the life out of me."

"Don't be so dramatic, I can hear you taking a hot shower." The running faucet rang as he moved the water.

A small laugh before going to silence, and the water continued to fall. Jimin licked his bottom lip before biting it.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about the video we made last night."

Your eyes drifted to the shimmering embers in the fireplace.

The reflection of the camera shows the silhouettes of both. Jimin pressed your head against the wall as the fire created a halo of heat around your sweaty, naked bodies. You moaned indecently, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one to hear you. Park loved how dirty you were after the stupid excuse that you had a glass of wine. He didn't even have to convince you much for him to put the cell phone on the bed and hit the red button.

"I hope you don't forget to buy condoms again. This is the last time we do it without protection."

There you were, putting on a show. Your skin crawled with every movement of his fingers, curling the index and ring fingers to caress your juicy walls.

"I thought you wanted the rooms to not feel so empty." He laughed. You stayed quiet. A long, eternal silence. He could hear you breathing. "Hello?" Jimin looked at his phone, you were still on the call. "Love?"

You clenched the phone in your hand, static as you watched a shadow: long and thin, like a worn-out umbrella, standing behind the glass of the front door. It couldn't be a tree, because it didn't move with the wind; not a forest animal either, it was too tall. Unless it's standing on two legs.

You don't know how long it lasted, maybe seconds, maybe a minute. The shadow quickly moved away, letting the moonlight come back in through the small window.

"Did you go back to sleep?" The voice tensed your body, your fingers trembling, trying not to drop the phone.

“No,” you stammered, looking towards the kitchen. Where was Pepper? "I saw a shadow outside, I-"

"The trees?"

"No, it's-" Why didn't you just say it? You looked towards the kitchen again. The light was off, but the windows let in the moonlight in all its splendor.

"Hey, what about Pepper? She was left whining at the door when I left this morning." Jimin was talking about how his dog would wait for him. The words dissolved in your ears like water. You got up cautiously and went to the hallway that led to the kitchen.

You heard Pepper's contented gasps, her tail slapping the ground with joy. The chop, chop, chop against the wood table. You approached the archway that led to the kitchen and pressed your body against the wall. You guided your eyes to where the animal was looking.

Your stomach flipped. It was Jimin. His back facing you, wearing the clothes he had yesterday. A tight black T-shirt and dress pants. His shoulders were tense with the repetitive motion of cutting vegetables.

"…I should get Pepper a partner, she's already getting old." He said on the line, the incessant creaking now louder.

"Jimin." You whispered so softly, but the being turned around. Even when you found yourself with only one eye in his sight, his gaze rested on yours with large pupils, distant and feral. The sound of vegetables did not stop when his body turned around. They came from his mouth, the cutting sounding so precise every time he parted his lips. Like a tape recorder with a scratched cassette.

"Jimin," he repeated as he finished turning around. Your voice coming out of his throat.

"Yeah?" Your boyfriend answered on the line.

You took a couple steps back, the hallway becoming longer and darker. The creature that looked like your boyfriend kept repeating his own name, your voice filling the room with an echo.

Run.

You dropped the phone and ran to the living room, a bloodcurdling scream came from your chest, and you ran up the stairs. Your feet getting stuck and falling a few times, you ran with your hands touching the walls, looking for a door. The lights were off, and the black was thick and dissolvable, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness by sheer force.

The creature came like a scared horse, you could hear the footsteps of four limbs crawling up the stairs. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, he said over and over. Your voice so anguished, this disturbing feeling of hearing yourself, drowned in thousands of other voices. The stomping stopped for a moment. Silence.

You stopped breathing, your drumbeat heart threatening to burst from your chest.

The hallway lit up with a flash of blue, the sudden lighting let you see a door and you walked softly; You felt the handlebars in the dark, and you rotated it. You entered, locking it.

Your breathing was so erratic and uncontrolled that you were afraid you would faint, your eyes threatening to go black.

If this is a nightmare, I'll wake up soon. Pepper will lick my face, I will hit the wall, and thunder will wake me up. Whatever, you prayed.

Luckily, in that room, there was a telephone that connected to the one in the living room. You took it in your hands, the line sounded strange, far away.

"Jimin, help. Please call the police. I'm going to die." Tears overflowed your face and neck. You whispered, crouched on the dusty floor of an unused office, the musty smell of old books on the shelves and cobwebs floating empty in the corners.

"Love?"

"Jimin. There's someone in the house, help." Your skin crawled as you heard Pepper barking downstairs.

"Hello?"

You frowned.

"Minnie-"

"Honey, hello, Pepper, help." He repeated with different tones, and different emotions, like stations on an old radio about to die.

It was too late when you realized that your right side felt colder, the wind blowing even when the windows were closed. You didn't move, air rushing out of your mouth. From the corner of your eye, you could see how the creature was forcefully morphing into Jimin's face, failing several times and starting again. The viscosity of his body molded to Park's profile.

"Pepper, love, love, love. Help," he repeated like an actor warming up his vocals to find the right tone. You heard a woman crying in their notes, a child, an old man. Their eyes drooped from their sockets and their elongated tongue rolled to the side before they swallowed it and had that of a human.

You moaned in pain, it was torture watching the creature contort in pain to become your boyfriend. You closed your eyes tightly. If this is a nightmare, I'm going to wake up now. Jimin will open the door with a bang and hug me when he sees me sweating. The fall of a tree will scare me so bad that there will be no way for my body not to shake, you prayed again.

Pepper's barking stopped. The cold dissipated next to you.

Risking a look around the dark room, you picked up the phone again. You still had faith.

"Jimin?" You whispered, saliva spurting from your mouth, you wiped away the mucus collecting on your cupid's bow.

"Hello? Jesus, you scared me." Hearing his voice again, you sighed, turning your body into a ball.

"I don't want to die today."

"Of course not, I'm here to protect."

"I want to call the police, but I don't want to hang up."

"Do not." He interrupted. "Is not safe."

Your sobs choked you, the thick drops falling to the ground. You were afraid to lift your head, the darkness felt like thousands of cold needles ready to stab you.

"Open the door."

"What?" Not a second after answering, the door began to shake with each touch. They were short and desperate. The light that filtered under the door revealed a shadow, some feet.

You crawled to the corner of the office, the door slamming again.

"It's me, love. Open up, nothing's happening."

You shook your head vigorously. If this is a nightmare, I'm going to wake up right now and-

"Open up, I'm scared. Please." The tremulousness in his voice chilled your blood. It's like it's really him. Were they imitating your pain?

"There is someone in the house, I'm afraid. Please open up."

"NO!" You bawled over and over again, grabbing your hair in pure psychosis. The door kept shaking.

Silence again.

The handlebars shook a few times, you heard the metal shake. Your heart reached your stomach when, with indomitable force, the creature moved the handlebars to the left. You could hear the machinery breaking under the resistance.

Clack, and just like that the handlebar was completely dislocated until the door was swinging open. It only opened a little, just enough to let one eye peek through. It was stalking you, ready to pounce if you moved.

"Do not kill me, please." You begged, already knew there was no escape.

The creature shook their head and opened the door, their clothes with several tears on their shoulders, barefoot, and messy hair.

"Can I?" He opened the door a little more. Their veiny hands and their black tongue did not go unnoticed. You knew you couldn't refuse, it was useless at this point.

You nodded.

Jimin, or rather The Creature, opened the door. He crouched down to your level and crawled until he reached your face, your noses touching. You clawed at the ground, trying to balance yourself so you wouldn't fall or faint. Jimin looked at your eyes, then at your lips. Seeing how you were breathing, he began to imitate your rhythm. That made you breathe even faster, his eyebrows raised imitating concern, fear.

"Don't kill me, please. Jimin," he repeated taking your voice. But it didn't seem like you were crying, more like you were moaning. Confused, you opened your eyes wider.

He smiled, revealing his perfect teeth.

Without letting you think too much, he grabbed your cell phone from his pocket and looked for you and Jimin's chat, the last thing he had sent was the video that Jimin wouldn't stop talking about. As if to explain his behavior to you, he touched the screen, letting the sound of your moans fill the dark void. He saw your confused eyes again, the light from the screen illuminating his curious, questioning eyes.

You shook your head as he held the phone closer to you, your boyfriend's erotic growls exploding in your ear.

"Get up, come on." said the video and the creature in unison. You obeyed and with brute force he held you by the waist, taking you out of the room and into the attic. You wanted to scream but your throat hurt, your hope disappearing with each kilometer of pure pine that distanced your possibility of being heard.

Jimin dropped you on the bed, his pupils dilated by the fire that had not yet gone out. Your body bounced.

"Clothes, take off." He watched impatiently as you removed your pants and panties.

He couldn't stand how slow you were. He took off his shirt, he didn't have the tattoo on his rib, a sign that it wasn't Jimin but a monster. His hands squeezed your waist until he had you on top of his head, resting on the pillows. You lowered your eyes until you saw his.

He seemed excited, eager.

Even with the pain, with the certainty that it wasn't him, the fear running through your veins…those lips, the pointed black tongue that uncurled, inviting you so vehemently to sit your pussy on it. How could you say no?

He moaned again. He wanted to imitate the video on your cell phone, wanted you to make those sounds again. Just for him.

His hand tightened on your waist, eliciting a squeal from you until he forced you to sit down, his tongue was warm and slimy, strings of saliva hanging from his tongue as he moved from your entrance to your hidden clit. You groaned in disgust at how your stomach burned, pleasure shrinking your chest.

"Mm," he grunted back, frowning, the tip of his tongue entering your pussy, it wasn't possible.

"God. Ji-" You bit your lip, stifling a moan. No. It's not Jimin. You had to remember that this thing was chasing you, it would probably kill you if you refused to do what it wanted.

If this is a nightmare…what then?

His hand ran down your back and tore your shirt until it was exposed, marks from the night before still fresh, pulsing bright red. Your hands dug into his hair that began to sweat, you were on the verge of cumming around his tongue.

"Squirt for me, princess. C'mon." He gushed from his throat, lifting you up to place two of his cold fingers on your clit, moving frantically.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You whimpered, legs shaking, the imminent end approaching.

"Fuck," he repeated, smiling, hitting it faster until he felt the droplets fall on his face. His lips parted in surprise, pupils widening as he heard you moan uncontrollably.

You were fucked, he had liked it. The worst thing was that you, too. You couldn't believe what you were going to ask for.

"More." You whispered.

"More." He stated, putting your juicy thighs around his neck and stood up until he threw you on the bed.

With one finger, he lowered the torn shirt until your breasts were visible. His rough hands groped your breasts, and you turned your face to the side, enduring the delicious torture. His tongue curled around your breast and he sucked it until your nipple was hard. The creature just laughed, letting the drool fall to his chin as he released it.

When he went to suck the other one, you felt something hard at your entrance, thick and throbbing. He didn't give a signal, he didn't ask, he didn't say anything when you felt your pussy open with stinging pain to make way for the hardest and widest cock you had ever felt. He gave no sign, he didn't even look at you. He just smiled, idolizing your tits like the monster he was.

You moaned in pain, sweat gathering on your forehead. You put your hands in his hair again, and the monster raised its eyes in surprise. It was his face, it was Jimin's, with his cheekbones and his pouty lips, red and swollen. You brought his face closer to kiss him, and he reciprocated.

With each time you felt the tip protruding into the skin of your tummy, you moaned even louder into his mouth. On a particular thrust, you felt your walls embrace the massive cock that was destroying your insides.

"Cum." They ordered slapping your clit ever so softly until you were a moaning mess under him. His gaze drank you in, you were beautiful: your eyes wide shut, your dry parted lips, the hair covered in sweat. Such a cute human in the middle of their woods.

When you opened your eyes, he was no longer there. You were covered by the bedsheets, and the fire had died a while ago, leaving a wisp of smoke floating. You raised your head, it was already daylight.

Pepper was barking, circling, and wagging her tail. You heard a car door closing. It was Jimin. Thoughts of the night before burned in your memory.

You checked your body: you were still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and you had no marks or bruises.

"Here you are." You squealed as Jimin hugged you from behind him, his soft hands and warm body. You closed your eyes, smiling. "Did you just wake up?" You nodded. "Did you dream about me, hm?"

"Vividly."

[vaultedoverthehorse]

“Curtis, do y’a even do anything anymore?”

“I go to the movies.” Pony answered honestly.

Curly snorted. “You an’ your movies. I mean somethin’ actually excitin’. Like setting off fireworks or some shit.”

Pony gave Curly a deadpanned look. “No.”

Curly gave him an amused smile - and Pony didn’t get what the warm feeling in his chest was. “Y’a gotta live a little, Curtis.”

Pony shook his head. Maybe Curly was right. But he didn’t want to.

The Sheperd seemed to read this off of the other boys face. “Mark my words, I’m gettin’ y’a to have fun this year.”

- Excerpt from my WIP!!!

[crystlizabeth]

Daddy’s girl ‧₊˚

Phillip Graves x black!Sheperd!femreader

Warnings: suggestive, smut, age gap(reader is 23, Graves is 34), curssing, use of daddy(towards her father and graves), not proofread, spanking, slight degrading, hair pulling.

Summary: when stopping by your fathers work place you just happen to run into your lil situationship while at it turns out he works for your daddy, imagine that.

While even being a Daddy’s girl she always found herself in the arms of an older man. Her friends always thought it was maybe because her dad wasn’t around alot when she was growing up, but no Shepherds daughter had always been his princess. She knew better than to bring these guys home or even around her father so her relationship where always on the down low.

Now, she was in the bed of her situationship you could say, kinda boyfriend but never really committed. Though it was just you two no openness to the said relationship just them, his hands traced circles on her back as they laid together in his bed. The early morning having to start soon, “ya know sweetheart imma have to get up soon.” He spoke his morning voice causing goosebumps. She feel the sunlight breaking through the window hitting her back.

A small groan came from her lips before she asked “you have too..?” She looked up her head laying on his chest batting her lashes softly.

He hummed kissing her forehead before unraveling himself from her hold, his back facing her as he rubbed his face preparing to get up. She let her french tipped coffin nails run over the marks she left lightly. She sat up on her stomach watching the man walk around the room gathering the girl’s undergarments.

“I like this..” he spoke inspecting her white bra with little flowers on it “looks good on ya darlin’.” He grinned handing her the bra and pink laced panties to her.

“You kicking me out?” She asked giving him a teasing smile taking the undergarments from Graves.

“Your welcome to stay as long and you feel, just remember to let the dogs out and close the gate.” He said cupping her face kissing her toned lips.

“Of course daddy.” She spoke through the kiss her hands placed on the side of his neck.

“Mmm, carful sweetheart..” he warned his tone low. His hand held her face tightly pulling it back from his.

“Why..” her voice innocently asked, she knew why. Her hand falling down to the hem of his briefs.

He looked down at her as he looked through her lashes at him. He took a deep breath before pushing her head back lightly causing the girl to laugh.

“I cant be late today..” he spoke looking at her, “ill have to deal with you later tonight.”

He looked back again watch a fat grin spread across her face, the morning sun casting a beautiful light on her brown skin.

She soon walked in the bathroom with her little toiletrie bag pulling out her toothbrush. She started cleaning herself up as Phillip walked in and out getting ready for work, he came up behind her as she finished up her make up his arms wrapping around her kiss her neck.

“Ill see you tonight yeah?” You asked lightly.

“Mmhm I have plans for us.” He spoke between kisses.

“Cant wait..” she smiled at him through the mirror, her body turning to face him pulling him down by his collar giving him a kiss her glossy lips leaving traces of her behind.

“Bye sweetheart remember-” he began, “make sure Cutter and Bailey are outside and close the gate on my way out. Bye baby ill see ya later.” She said blowing him a kiss.

With that he left leaving her to head out herself to run some erens. While getting into her vehicle her phone rang a call from her mother coming through.

“Hi mama, whats up?” She said.

“Baby I need you to do me a favor and take your daddy some lunch, he left his in the fridge you think you can get it to him?” Her mom asked through the phone her tone irritated probably for the fact her husband forgot his lunch again.

She let out a small laugh “yeah mama no problem, can you send me the address of his facility.”

The woman on the other side of the phone gave her daughter the address, “alright mama ill stop by.”

“Thank you baby, by the way I heard your seeing someone.” Mama spoke.

“Where did you hear that?” She asked acting clueless.

“The girls at the salon in downtown said the saw you with someone, tall, white, blonde.” Her mother began describing Phillip.

“No mama that was a a guy helping me with my car” she lied.

“Mmhm what wrong with your car?” She asked knowing danm well better, because her husband would have gotten a call that her car was acting up.

“Just needed help stating it back up.” You continue.

“Mm alright, ill talk to ya later baby.”

“Bye mama.” She finished ending the call.

The woman let out a groan knowing damn well her mother could hear straight through her lie, “imma get my ass in trouble.”

After running errands and doing a few things for work she stoped by her parents house, who knew you grew up in a house just like her current flings home. Nice farm house with good amount of land secluded from everyone else. Getting out she was greeted by her parents shepherd molly who stay out side when nobodys home.

Running into the house she went straight to the fridge grabbing her father lunch bad and a water bottle. Before leaving she noticed the two French door to her fathers study were open, if she wasn’t nosy she would have close the doors and continue on but she didn’t. Walking in she noticed paperwork spread out in his desk she sat the food down gently stacking the papers setting them to the side she looked up noticing new photos on his desk. She noticed the ones of her and her mother some of her siblings also but one stood out a framed picture that was work related and she just happened to recognize one of the other men in the frame.

“Oh shit..”

Graves stood there in the picture an arm around your father as the both smiled. He looked a bit younger in this picture which means he’s know her dad for a long fucking while.

“At least they get along..”she mumble staring at the photo.

The sound of her phone ringing making her head snap over putting the photo down carefully, ‘Lip💋’ the screen showed.

“Hello..” she spoke answering the phone.

“Well hello darlin’ you alright? Ya sound a bit i don’t know..” he asked.

She hummed “yeah im alright baby just havin to run an errand.”

“Alrighty, I was wondering you wanna meet for dinner tonight nothing fancy something with a bar?” He asked she could hear voices around him like he was outside.

“Yeah sounds nice, i gotta run my daddy his lunch slash dinner considering it’s almost 4.” She laughed lightly.

He hummed “okay Darlin’ just let me know when you’re done, im off at 6.” He spoke she could hear his smirk through the phone.

“What?” She said.

“Hm?” He hummed.

“Whats got you all smilin’ i can feel it through the phone Graves.” She sassed.

“Oh nothin’ darlin’, just you still call your father daddy still.” He spoke “and you where callin me that all of last night.” He teased.

“Shut the fuck up, oh my lord.” She groaned, hearing the man on the other side irrupt with laughter.

“Its not funny its gross when you put it that way!”

“Common darlin’ with the way it just slips from your lips i would assume you have some personal issues with your father.” He spoke continuing to laugh.

“We for your information, i have a wonderful relationship with my father!”

“Mm you must be a daddys girl huh, how am I supposed to share that title with your father?” He spoke amused with himself.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yet you still love it especially when I’m inside you, ain’t that right babydoll?” He asked expecting an answer.

“Mmhm yes sir, i do.” She spoke antagonizing him. 

“Atta girl, alrighty doll ill talk to you later gotta let you ho before my guys get back.” He said, his accent making all the right words sound just right to make her eyes roll.

“Okay bye baby.” Her voice hummed. A smile lingering on her lips god he was gonna be the death of her.

She quickly grabbed her dads stuff going out to her vehicle getting ready to take it to him.

‘Hey daddy! Mama told me to stop by and give you your lunch sorry im running a bit late love you!💗’ she text her father getting a quick response

Daddy!!🦅:

‘Okay princess see you soon❤️’

Pulling up to the gate she showed them her id before going in, she parked quickly walking in the realization that she could very well run in to Phillip slight panic washed through her body as she thought more about it. Walking up to the desk she smiled at the woman behind it “hi Monie here to see my Dad.” She spoke.

The woman returning the smile telling her to that she was clear to walk into his office. “Thank you ma’am”

As she did she saw a few of his blinds closed so she knocked lightly before entering. “Hi daddy monie said i was free to walk in.” She spoke her breath hitching as she noticed the man standing in-front of her father’s desk. ‘Oh fuck..’ she thought her stomach dropping when he turned around to look at her. Phillips eyes widened as he made eye contact for a moment before hearing shepherd speak.

“Hi sweetie, you’re alright just finishing up somethings.” He smiled hugging you.

“Thats good, wish I could stay but i have plans tonight.” She spoke lightly looking over at Graves.

Shepherd looked up from his lunch bag back to noticing the glance you gave Phillip.

“Now where are my manners, (name) this is Commander Graves, Graves this is my youngest Daughter (name).” Shepherd said introducing the two both.

Phillip reading the room sticks out his hand offering to shake her hand, she accepted “Phillip Nice to meet you ma’am” he spoke formally. She internally screamed hearing ‘ma’am’ roll off of his tongue like that.

“Nice you meet you too phillip.”  her eyes scanning his expression noticing the friendly smile he gave her like when the first met.

Soon after that phillip excused himself saying ‘I gotta go have a date tonight.’ While stealing a glance at the younger woman. Her eventually excusing herself aswell leaving her father with a kiss and a quick goodbye.

While walking out she noticed Phillip out by his truck she quickly walked over to the driver’s side tapping on the window he looked over rolling dow the window. “Please dont be mad at me, I didn’t know you worked for my father.” She said quickly her brows frowned.

His expression softened at her panic “oh doll im not upset, just definitely was not expecting that. Plus i could have never know nor could you.” He said his hand pushing her pressed hair our of her face.

Be took a deep breath “but how do you think he’ll react knowing im dating his daughter, mind you thats about ten years younger than me.”

He spoke, she pressed her lip together “he’ll probably hurt you not enough to kill you be i take it your one of his best but he’ll hurt you..” she spoke her voice filled with nothing but truth.

“Hey darlin’ look at me im not to worried, but im willin’ to fight for ya.” He spoke

“Now lets go to dinner.”

So they did the dropped of her car and continued the night as planned.

But before getting up the the restaurant he pulled her over the center console on to his lap, “lip not here people can see.” She spoke he hands placed on his chest.

He simply shook his head “its dark enough outside my tent is dark, only ill be able to see you” his words hushed as he kissed down her neck. His large hands traveling under her top.

A soft moan left her lips as Phillp sucked on her neck. That motivating him to pull the top off and mess with her skirt pulled it up more and over her ass. “Just a quickie love you seem like you need it, practically undressed me with those pretty little eyes if your in front of your father.” He growled against her neck he could feel her hips moving against him wanting friction.

“Then fuck me lip.” She spoke, he quickly grabbed the back of her hair disconnected her lips from his, “nuh uh you know my name and where are your manners.” He said his eyes squinting. A quick slap to the ass making her yelp “fuck, please Daddy please fuck me.” She begged.

“Yeah, what good little slut common you got more than that.” He encouraged.

“Please daddy fuck me, fill me up i wanna have your cum dripping down my legs.” She moaned feeling Phillip release himself from his wranglers.

“Is that how you want it baby?” He asked teasing her entrance. Her head nodded frequently, “use your words.”

“Yes thats how i want it.”

He let go oh her hair pushing her down on him not giving her a moment to spare to adjust to him. His hips fucked her quickly her nails digging into her shoulders as her face laid in the nape of his neck trying to keep somewhat of quiet.

“Please daddy, oh fuck~ please don’t stop.” She begged her voice shaky.

Another slap landed on her ass his hand staying down to massage it after “thats right common take that shit, just like that.” He moaned in her ear.

“Fuckin look at me.” He said forcing her head up feeling her wall’s tighten around him.

Her brows frowned, god didn’t he love how pathetic  she looked every time she took him so well she looked on the verge of tears. “Oh baby dont go runing your make up” he spoke amused looking at her.

“Go on touch yourself, lets see how shaky we can get your pretty self.” He watched her hand reach down to her clit starting to rub circles her voice cracking at the touch of her sensitive nub. His tongue started to play with her nipples a loud moan coming from her.

“Im gonna cum, please daddy let me come all over your dick.” She begged.

“Go on then.” He grunted feeling himself about to finish aswell.

“Common sweetheart dont stop.” He spoke his arms wrapping around her waist as he pumped in her the felling of his balls tightening and her walls clamping around him, both of them in a sense of euphoria.

She could feel his load inside her moving her hips a little more before dismounting him.

They quickly cleaned themselves up enough anyway, he looked over at her reapplying her gloss he pulled her over to him. He kissed her deeply, savoring her in this moment. After pulling away she smiled wiping the gloss off his lips “its not really your color.” She joked.

Earning a laugh from him. “I dont know if you heard what i said earlier but i meant it. Us dating.” He clarified”

She smiled her head tilting to the side innocently. “I know i just wanted you to confirm it.”

He raised an eyebrow “well sorry i didn’t get you flowers but, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Well obviously. You though fucking me came without a cost?” She smirked kissing him again.

“Oh i know, and now imma feed you, though your already stuffed.” He winked exiting the truck.

A/n: WOW OKAY i know this isn’t a Ghost work and never did i think i would write for graves but holy shit did i had fun writing this I literally wrote this in a 3 hour time span so i hope yall like it!

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Lapdog jealousy. See’s Darius with another older Caucasian Sheperd or another little toy dog, and immediately starts stirring shit up to make sure Darius’s eye stays on him and so the other dogs know they’re nothing.

If it's a smaller dog, they’re subtle and hurtful. Always commenting on their fur and pedigree and insulting and belittling them whenever possible. Bigger dogs they try and seduce them or enrage them the same way to make Darius intervene.

Cranks up the snark with Darius too and the teasing stealing more treats marking up clothes and getting more risque.

When Darius later fucks Lapdog out of frustration, domination, or just lust, Lapdog is extra rough and wants it extra rough. Bites and claws into Darius’s skin, growling and pulling at his fur, demanding he take him harder, demanding he mark him up. They tell Darius that just as they’re his bitch their mate, he’s their stud and makes sure Darius won't forget no other dog person will be the same. No other dog can take it like them or make Darius go as wild.

Dare is so confused. You're acting worse than usual, biting remarks aimed at not just him, but his friend. His friend that he knew from his military working days. Who he's checking on because they were retired from a bad injury.

"Yeah I can barely bend over without feeling it, even after all of the physical therapy they've put me through. The shrapnel was only a few centimetres from my spine."

You're grinning at that, body stretching. You can bend just fine, something Darius knows. His gaze flickers to your exposed abdomen as you do, your shirt riding up.

"They at least taking care of you, Dean?" He can't look at you right now, not when you're being such a cunt to an old friend.

The Rhodesian Ridgeback nods, rearranging himself and his pillow on the couch. "Yeah, but I'm closely monitored with my meds. You... you can guess why."

Yeah, he can. The pup had had an issue with pain killers in the past after a leg break.

You snort, and Dare's temper rises. "I can't really, why would they need to?" Your tone betrays your intention. You can guess, you just want to be mean.

It's been years since then, but the shame hasn't left Dean. He coughs and looks away as his owner comes in, the mood thoroughly soured. The old lady follows him, wobbling around. Sophia had been kind enough to let Darius come, even though she herself is having a bad day with her hip. They'll have to head home soon enough.

You're even back to treat stealing, stuffing your face with food meant for Darius and smiling when he scowls down at you.

You don't let up your teasing as the night goes on, bitchiness hidden under a veil of innocent curiosity that only Dare and Dean pick up on. He doesn't know how he doesn't blow up on you then and there, but he holds off and whispers an apology to Dean when they do leave. He'll be back to see him - without you.

That doesn't mean he can't figure out which stick you've had up your ass all evening.

Things stay quiet as Sophia gets to bed, your hips bumping against his thigh while your tail flicks against his wrist. He ignores you. Until he can hear the old lady's snores.

Then he drags you into his room by the scruff of your neck, a snarl curling his lips as he slams you against his bed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What, you want to kick a poor dog while he's down? You need it to make yourself feel better?" His snarls are so heated that spit flies from his mouth, landing on your cheek and meeting tears from your eyes.

"You love him! You love him and you'll leave me even though you're mine!" Each word that escapes your lips is a pathetic whimper, your ears pinned to your head and tail tucked in sorrow.

Darius tuts, letting go of you, letting you fall against the mattress. "Dumb little bitch. He's a brother to me, saved my life as I saved his. Plus he's fucking that owner of his, which you'd have smelled if you weren't so hell-bent on covering yourself in my scent."

Tears starting to dry, you look up through your lashes and sniffle. "But-"

"No fucking buts. You were a brat tonight, and you'll go back to apologise and explain to Dean why you were being the way you were."

That gets you. Eyes widening, mouth falling open. "... explain that I'm your bitch and your my stud?"

Sighing, Dare runs his hand through his hair. "Aye, but more so that you were being jealous and that you're very sorry for taking it out on Dean."

"But you are mine." That pout you're making is adorable, he'll give you that.

His belt buckle clicks as he undoes it, clothes ruffling when he removes them. "Yeah, I'm yours. Turn over now, I'll prove it to you."

Even when you're acting like an ass, you always get what you want from him. You always have your cake and eat it. Almost literally, you're a vicious cunt that night in how you mark him with tooth and claw. Your words are sharp when you beg him to do the same. Your body electrified and energetic as you work him to exhaustion.

He was meant to be putting you in your place. So much for that. You've got him as putty in your velvet hands.

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Review: Ruby by Kerstin Gier (2009)

Fear not, pseudo-scientists obsessed with esotericism and secret-handling fanatics won't bite.

Genres: Novel, fantasy and science fiction.

Plot:

Gwendolyn Sheperd, a 16-year-old student, belongs to a wealthy noble family, through whom a gene is passed that allows her to travel through time. The teenager looks forward to the first time jump of her perfect cousin Charlotte, who has inherited the gene. But after experiencing two uncontrolled jumps through time, her best friend Leslie convinces her to tell her mother, who takes her to a secret organisation, called the Lodge of the Count of Saint Germain, and explains that they are the only ones who can help her with uncontrolled time jumps. There Gwendolyn is recognised as the twelfth and final time traveller, the Ruby.

After registering her blood in the chronograph, a machine that allows time travel to be controlled, she meets Gideon de Villiers, also an heir to the gene, who becomes her travelling companion.

The next day, Gwendolyn learns that her cousin Lucy and her time-travelling partner Paul de Villiers stole the first chronograph and took it back in time, so now they need the blood of all the time travellers for the second chronograph.

With more questions than answers and with the whole lodge distrusting her Gwendolyn tries to understand why Paul and Lucy stole the chronograph, what is the magic of the raven, what does the count want, among many other questions.

Review:

Warning: I compare the book a lot to the adaptation, which I highly recommend.

First of all, I love that they showed more of Paul and Lucy's relationship. I prefer Paul over Gideon even though they didn't show us as much of Paul.

I feel like Gwen and Gideon are more enemies to lovers here than in the movies, although they never seemed like enemies to me, just that Gideon didn't like Gwen at first but everyone said they were enemies for some reason that I missed.

I loved that the author made up books to mark the end of chapters with text explaining things about the travellers in those books.

There are clichés as in everything but they are not so annoying, because also most of the clichés happen in the school where not even a quarter of the book takes place and not in all the scenes in the school they appear.

The friendship between Gwen and Leslie is very nice and real.

I would have liked to see more family involvement, more interactions with the siblings, the mother more attentive and things like that to show more family support for a change.

Another thing I like is that they mention more time travel information as I as a geek appreciate knowing EVERYTHING.

There are things that didn't age well like Gordon calling everyone a faggot and Mean Girl drooling over a teacher in a shady way but everything with an open mind works out.

There are a lot of things it shares with the movie, mostly some lines, and it's funnier than the movie but I don't like it more than the movie itself, maybe if it had been illustrated and I could see the locations, costumes and characters and since there is time travel it would look better with a picture of the setting in the period.

Rating: 🌟🌟🌟🌟 4 stars out of 5

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If you clicked on this, you probably wanted to know more about me.

Well, I'm a belgian otherkin with a way to long kinlist. I'm also fictionkin, therian, conceptkin, objectkin, songkin, copinglinker, sympath haver and constelic.

The only kintypes I am comfortable sharing on this blog are Mike from One Wheat Mark, Sherlock Holmes (all canons), a seagull, a german sheperd, some kind of alien and Freak Show by Punkinloveee. I'm fine with doubles unless it's Mike.

My kintypes are mostly spiritual but sometimes they can be a mix of other things.

I'm the host of a mixed origins system ! My headmates might post here too but this is mostly my blog.

I love hyperpop, alt rock, dubstep, drawing, editing, botanics, physics, the legend of zelda, one wheat mark, sherlock holmes, lord of the rings, pressure (roblox), plushies and some stuff I probably forgot.

Nice to meet you ! :D

Below are two PRIVATE userboxes I made (please DO NOT USE). (I couldn't choose which one to put here haha)

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The video accompanying this project (turn the english subtitles ON ^^)

For Halloween 2023, we will work on "Jumanji the Animated series", "Tales from the Creept Keeper" style ! Which includes sufficiently detailed realistic features; black lines very marked; very solid-near matt shadows and cold/faded/dull colors.

If I had to rewrite the plot, I think I would like to mix the principles of the film and the series a little bit. During the 1st rounds, the Jumanji influences the real world by causing every catastrophes you can imagine. Then halfway through the game, the players find themselves absorbed into the world of the game and must continue to fight to reach the end of the game. All this while the game continues to run wild in the real world.

Name : Judy Sheperd Age : 13 Specialty(ies) : lying, planning, adaptability

If I had to rewrite the series, my version of Judy Sheperd, traumatized by the death of her parents, has developed a bad tendency of always lying that she has trouble controlling despite her good intentions. During her game, she would learn to use her talent better and trust others enough to stay honest with them.

Name : Peter Sheperd Age : 11 Specialty(ies) : tinkering, improvisation, adaptability

If I had to rewrite the character, I'd let Peter remain the selective mute he was in the film, but even more pronounced. To the point that he learned ASL to overcome his miscommunication and Judy has to translate for others, including their aunt Nora -which is not helped by the lying big sister. The game would be an opportunity for Peter to face his traumas and start speaking again.

Name : Alan Parrish Role : The Savage Man Age : 30s Specialty(ies) : survival, fighting, Jumanji knowledge

If I could rewrite the character, Alan would stay a player lost since more than 20 years in the game until leaving it thanks to a dice throw of Peter. Except that with time, he would have become more and more a "character" of the game, like Van Pelt being the Hunter of Jumanji (hence the "Role" entry in his sheet). His memories of his former life would therefore be very vague and another objective for him would be to recover them in addition to readjusting to reality. During the game, he would eventually detach himself from the game thanks to the Sheperd kids until finally returning completely to the real world.

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Favorite Characters Alphabet Tag!

tagged by @spampisavrex thank you bella :)

Rules: Name your favorite character for every letter of the alphabet! First or last names count, try to avoid nicknames!

Amelia Sheperd (Grey's Anatomy) Miranda Bailey (Grey's Anatomy) Carina DeLuca (Station 19) The Doctor (Doctor Who) Evelyn O'Connell (The Mummy) Fleabag (Fleabag) Hermione Granger (Harry Potter) Alison Hendrix (Orphan Black) Ilana Wexler (Broad city) Jake Peralta (Brooklyn nine nine) Kat Edison (The Bold Type) Lexa (The 100) Maya Bishop (Station 19) Nomi Marks (Sense 8) Clara Oswald (Doctor Who) Prue Halliwell (Charmed) Queen Amidala (Star Wars) Roy Kent (Ted Lasso) Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) Travis Montgomery (Station 19) Villanelle (Killing Eve) Wonder Woman (DC) X Yelena Belova (Marvel) Z

tagging @jmflowers @englishstrawbie @dancing-mylife-away @newtness532 and whoever wants to do it :)

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If you're still taking the Daemon AU asks, I'm kinda curious about what you think Blue's Daemon would be.

For beloved Blue my first thought immediately went to a German Sheperd or Golden Retriever!

German Sheperd;

"The breed is marked by a willingness to learn and an eagerness to have a purpose. They are curious, which makes them excellent guard dogs."

From my understanding of Blue they've got a healthy curiosity and are pretty open to learning, given what they do I'd say they have a pretty solid grasp on their purpose of helping people and the like which fits in pretty well here. And they seem to be very protective of their friends and loved ones which matches too!!

German shepherds also make wonderful working dogs and are great when it comes to navigation and search and rescue which would come in handy with Blue's line of work! German shepherds are also incredibly loyal and have big old softie hearts which mirrors Blue quite well. They share the playful with family and absolute terrifying nightmare to enemies thing as well!

"They are not inclined to become immediate friends with strangers."

This I think works too because obviously when Joseph and the Seeds approached Blue the first few times Blue was wary and as far as I know that caution is given to most people trying to get close to Blue at first. Their personalities just align very well and I think a German sheperd Daemon would seamlessly work alongside Blue's lifestyle.

Golden retriever;

The Golden retriever is similar in some senses but is more of a softie and less work focused and I think would play more on Blue's playful nature.

"The Golden Retriever is considered an intelligent, gentle natured and very affectionate breed of dog."

I'd say Blue is very intelligent and gentle natured, they have a golden heart and care deeply for their friends so this works in that aspect. The Golden Retriever Daemon could show more of Blue's fun laid-back side, it might contrast their work mode pretty well actually and give people a glimpse into their good nature.

I could imagine quite a bit of witty banter between Blue and their Daemon if their Daemon did lean more into their playful side. There's also a chance their Golden Retriever Daemon wouldn't be able to poker face quite as well as Blue, so their emotions would be a little bit more on display through them which could cause some tension. I think they'd still be able to work well together though, having to comfort your own soul in a moment of stress can be good for self reflection anyway!

(I also briefly considered a deer solely for the vibes but I think the doggos fit best)