#mine: bobby c

[dawntainbobbynash]

Was anyone gonna tell me that Station 19 also has a traumatized closed-off widower captain named Bobby or was I just supposed to watch this show and get absolutely BLINDSIDED myself

[adayumantium]

Juno

Logan Howlett x fem!Reader

a/n: MORE SABRINA FIC. For the world, and for 🍭 anon ;) so fucking depraved. I’m not sorry. Divider by strangergraphics!

Summary: you & Logan fit well together, in every sense of the word. 

W/C: 1k+

tags/warnings: MDNI!!! THIS IS JUST SMUT!!! Established relationship, terms of endearment (princess, daring, sweetheart, doll), Daddy!Logan <3333, female anatomy, fingering, unprotected piv (WRAP IT.), BREEDING KINK, LOGAN’S HANDS AS HANDCUFFS <3333

Logan Howlett was on your mind constantly. 

Your boyfriend understood you. He knew when you wanted to retreat to your room for the night, he knew what you wanted for dinner (even when you didn’t), he knew exactly what you needed to be satisfied. 

The two of you fit well, and were the couple that seemed like they’d been around forever. It was of no surprise, then, when one or both of you would make an excuse to leave out of nowhere- you often had bigger things on your mind. 

Despite being in the same room, next to one another with your legs hanging over his. you decided to text your lover the devious thoughts occupying you: 

sweetheart: wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs? ;)

Logan sat up a little straighter on the sofa, finishing off his beer bottle and getting up without a word. Bobby and Marie exchanged glances with a smug look, but continued watching the TV without a retort. 

The two of you slipped out and made your way to your room, barely getting through the door before Logan began accosting you with kisses- on your neck, your collarbone, wherever he could find your sweet, soft skin with his lips. He finds your mouth intoxicating, pushing you against the bed and taking your lips in between his teeth greedily. 

“You know,” you pant in-between kisses, “I was kind of enjoying Casino,” you chuckle, trying not to give in so easily to the heat between your thighs. 

“S’whatever,” Logan met your banter, as always, slipping his hands up your shirt to explore your chest. “Doesn’t do the Stones justice, anyway,” he shrugged, leaning back and pulling off his shirt. Each and everyone muscle was so perfectly defined, flexing with the upward motion. Every notion of resolve melted from your body; you needed this man bad. 

“Fuck, give it to me, baby,” you pleaded, frantically tugging off your pants and panties in one motion.

“So desperate for me, princess,” he chuckled, undoing his belt with one hand. The other made its way up your calf mindlessly, fingers grazing your skin; they left a trail of fire up your leg, tightening a knot in your belly. “Shit, I can smell it on you,” your boyfriend nodded. “That pussy is all mine,” he kissed your knees, painfully slow, before prying your legs open eagerly. 

“A-all yours,” you nod, letting yourself be taken over by your intense need for this man in all of his glory. He was confident, but capable. Logan fulfilled you. “I want you,” you purred. 

“I know, darlin’, but you gotta be patient,” he chastised. “Trust me, daddy’s gonna take care of you,” he planted kisses on your thighs, easing off his jeans. Logan’s length strained against his boxers, making your toes curl at the edge of the bed. “All this, for me?” he grinned, nudging your clit with his nose and making your breath hitch. “So wet for me already,” he cooed, fingers grazing against your slit as he kissed his way back up your body.

“Mmm,” you whined, the light pressure making your head spin. 

“Goddamn, I adore you, doll,” he mumbled against your neck, still teasing you with his fingers before slipping one gracefully into you. You gasp at the sudden movement, his scarred, calloused hands working to make you come undone. “Look at all this,” Logan smirked, smug at how wet he could make you. 

He pumped his finger into you, sucking on your neck as he started to build up a rhythm. “That’s it, princess” he groaned, pulling his hand out of you and sucking on his fingers before re-inserting it, now with two digits. 

“Daddy, fuck!” You moaned, throwing your head back. Logan took advantage, marking his territory on the new exposed real estate. His fingers curled inside of you faster now, your boyfriend growling as his hot, hard length prodded into your side. “I need you,” you whimpered, and with those eyes, he couldn’t say no to you. 

“Alright, baby,” he nodded, using his unoccupied hand to free his cock from his boxers swiftly. “You ready for me, doll?” 

You nodded eagerly, in a haze from being stretched out by his fingers. Logan didn’t hesitate, plunging into you with a grunt.

 “Goddamn, that pussy is good,” his eyes shut tight as he pulled back out of you, eyeing his dick covered in your wetness before thrusting back up into you. 

“F-fuck, Logan,” you purred, bucking up your hips to meet his. 

“That’s it, give it all to daddy. Let him take care of you,” he nodded, taking your wrists into one large hand and pinning them above your head. Logan’s hips rutted into yours, drunk on how good you felt pulsing around his length. 

“You always do,” you nod quickly, panting as you tried to get as much of him as possible. “Fuck, Daddy, come in me,” you moan, desperate to be full of his warmth. 

His pace was unwavering, his grip on you steady as he fucked you into the mattress. “Yeah, doll? You tryna have my babies?” Something animalistic, something primal unearthed in him, and Logan’s thrusts became sloppy as he got lost in the thought. 

“Oh, baby, fuck, yes,” you move your hips with his, and Logan throws your legs over his shoulders to fuck you even deeper. His hips smack yours, sweat gathering along his collarbone and neck as he ruins your pussy. 

“I’ve already got my hands full with one princess, you want me to take care of two?” He chuckled, but still found himself wanting to have you like that forever. 

“Logan, fuck,” you whimpered, “I want your cum,” you panted, feeling the spring in your belly getting tighter. The grip around your wrists tightened, and heat pooled in your stomach. “Daddy, daddy, can I cum? Fuck,” you weren’t sure if you were going to last until he answered. 

“C’mon, princess, that’s it, go ahead, love,” Logan encouraged, and you came undone on his length, the air filling with a string of DaddyDaddyDaddy’s and his name, the only words you could remember. 

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s so fucking sexy. You’re so fucking sexy. You make me so goddamn horny,” Logan groaned before unloading his seed in you with a stutter. 

He laid an arm around your back, the two of your sweaty limbs sticking to one another as he kissed your ear. 

“I think I make better handcuffs, huh?”

[genderkoolaid]

hi! i'm curious if you had the source for a recent post on transmasculinity. it was a screenshot of a scholar discussing his transition in and teaching philosophy and feminism and I would love to check out more of this person's work: do you happen to know the name of the writer and/or source you found it originally. tysm for the work you do; I'm a grad student interested in transmasc narratives and experiences and your blog has been so helpful in putting words to my own life as well as finding more people who have spoken about experiences like mine

Yes I do!

The screenshot I posted is from Tracing a Ghostly Memory in My Throat: Reflections on Ftm Feminist Voice and Agency by C. Jacob Hale. But I found it in connection with two other articles on transmascs & feminism that you should also check out: Trans, Feminism: Or, Reading like a Depressed Transsexual by Cameron Awkward-Rich, and Trans. Panic. Some Thoughts toward a Theory of Feminist Fundamentalism by Bobby Noble in the collection Transfeminist Perspectives edited by Anne Enke.

I need to post some quotes from these because I think all three of them are really good explorations of transmasculine perspectives in (trans)feminism.

[jensenscomedyelbows]

edit by the amazing and talented and generous @lemondropsonice

SPN FIC REC FEST #11

All-Time Favorites/Free Recs

The only pairing is Wincest

Most are explicit, but those that aren’t are marked accordingly.

THE FIREFLY THAT LOVED METALLICA by fleshflutter

Rated R, but WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH/RESURRECTION. I passionately adore this indescribably poignant story. Get tissues.

LIKE STARING INTO THE SUN by nyxocity

It was never about the girls. It was about them.

A new OFC in each part, until there are no more FCs at all and it’s just them.

There is also a sequel, linked to the original

RUN IT ALL OVER (THE WEST SERIES) by runawaydr3amer

I LOVE this series with a passion not too dissimilar from Sam and Dean’s for each other

When you live a life like theirs, chasing tail isn't always an option. But sometimes you just want someone to touch your dick, and your brother’s hand is as good as any.

THE LAST OUTPOST OF ALL THAT IS by gekizetsu

I’m sure this will end up on multiple lists during this event, as it’s a fandom classic that everyone loves. I don’t even want to try to describe it. 60K words. Casefic. First time. I think there’s some H/C. Beautiful. So so sad. Joy amidst the wreckage and heartache. I love it so much I should probably get the title tattooed on my body somewhere

NOT FOR SAMSON IN THE TEMPLE by maygra-fic

Coda to my all time favorite, see above. You have to read that one first to truly appreciate how this coda maintains the tone, voice, and prose quality. You feel like it’s from the same author, but surprise! it’s not, and that’s remarkable. Mature Sam and Dean. Elderly Sam and Dean

THE GHOST OF SOMEBODY AT HIS SIDE by runedgirl

Prepare to weep. When I need pain, this one guarantees I’ll get it. Author Description: The night before Sam Winchester meets with his 12th grade guidance counselor for the second time, something very bad happens. One of those somethings that takes only a ridiculously short amount of time – in this case, about three minutes – yet manages to change the course of two lives forever. Or: Sam goes to Stanford, and takes most of Dean's heart with him.

COGNITIVE DISSONANCE by Morgan

This one just…stuck with me. The events that unfold are awful for Dean in particular, but I’m sure it wasn’t a great time for Sam, either. Bobby makes an appearance. Angst for daaaaays, and NON CON/DUB CON warning is red-flag-level. Author Description: Sam loses his mind. It's that simple. Dean doesn't know what to do, but he's not going to walk away from this, he's never backed down in all his life. If you're looking for happy endings, don't come here. This shit is dark.

THE SILENCE OF A SUMMER DAY by wanttobeatree

***Everyone who loves the Winchesters should read this amazing future fic***

Rated PG. The world has moved on. This is their legacy. Haha, yes, of course I’m recommending this one again. No sex whatsoever! Weird, right?!?!

@spnficrecfest

RESTRAINT by DarkEmeralds

Free rec. Rated M. 200k+ words. It's not Spn or Wincest or even J2, not really. I guess it’s technically a J2 AU. I’m sneaking it in here because it’s an all-time favorite of mine. This might not be your cup of tea, fanfic wise. I certainly didn’t think it was mine. But but but…it’s absolutely lovely, it’s extremely well-written, the tone/voice/verbiage is accurate for its time, and it has a happy ending that made me cry HAPPY tears when I was finished. If you like historical romance, you’ll like this. It’s set in Regency England! Author Description: The calling card said Tristan Jarrett, Viscount Penrith. Beneath that, in a lazy scrawl, was the addendum Mr Acklebury, be so good as to wait on me tomorrow, number 10, Half Moon Street. Yours, &c., Penrith. Mr Acklebury was not sure how he felt about being thus summarily commanded to paint his lordship's portrait.

[bijouxcarys]

Little Wayward Girl

Masterlist (requests are open)

Summary: As the result of a bet, you must prove to your friend that not only have you experienced the magic of Robert Plant once before, but that he will definitely remember you four years later. Right?

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNA

Word count: 9.6k (got a bit carried away)

Tag list: @brownskinsugarplum76 @firethatgrewsolow @chromations @whothefuckisanja @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @callmethehunter @strsmn @m-faithfull (if you'd like to be added, just let me know!)

1975

I huffed, brushing down my skirt after fighting my way through the hoards of fans that so desperately wanted to get backstage. There were displeased looks from surrounding girls, but it was their bloody faults for leaving a gap next to them!

"What are you looking at?"

"Don't know, but it's got a right face on it," my best friend, Ally, grimaced back at the scantly-clad ginger and her friends beside us.

"'Ey," I nudged Ally, sending her a look of disapproval.

"What, she's being a c--"

"Chill out, you're the reason we're back here anyways."

"Oh, yeah, because you wouldn't have wanted to come back here."

"Why do you say that?"

"To try and meet them, since you have never met them before." Ally smirked at me, making me roll my eyes.

"You're not budging, are you?" I asked her with a sigh.

I could see her lunging for the chance to make some kind of snarky remark, but chaos ensued further when the door in front of us cracked open, revealing a tall and large man with a noteworthy beard.

"Right, can't let all you birds in, as much as we all want you to," the man huffed, scanning his eyes over the huddle.

Squinting my eyes, I tried to place my finger on who this guy was, as he was staggeringly familiar. You'd think after four years, I'd recognise such a man immediately, but it took an embarrassingly lengthy amount of time for it to click.

G! Oh shit, it's Peter Grant--Y/N, you fucking idiot...

Peter, barely giving us a once over, let as many of us through as he could. Ally's hand grabbing onto mine, we sidled past Peter, finally entering the grounds of my mission. With a sigh, I glanced at Ally and rolled my eyes. I can't believe she's talked me into this...

...Earlier that day...

I stood behind Ally in front of the mirror, bobby pin between my teeth as I intricately braided the top layer of her blonde hair, ensuring there wasn't a lock out of place.

"I'm so excited!" she squealed. Her excitement made me grin, a similar feeling rippling through me.

"I just feel lucky that I get to see them again," I said through the bobby pin.

"I'm so jealous that you've already seen them live."

Smirking to myself, I took the pin from my mouth and secured the underside of her layer to the rest of her hair, followed by a thin hairband to secure the end of the braid. "All done."

Ally turned to her side, getting a good look at my handiwork and clapped giddily. She turned and gave me a tight hug, rocking me side to side. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

I giggled, patting her on the back before letting her go. I needed to fix my hair. Nothing too special, just a blow-out look that made my hair fluffier and larger. I liked the way it framed my face and sat along my shoulders; I loved the way it hung down my back.

Then again, so did he.

It wasn't that I was nervous to be seeing Zeppelin again in concert, it was purely the fact that memories from the night I saw them for the first time played out very vividly in my mind the whole week leading up to this day.

I did a once-over in the mirror of our hotel room, catching glimpses of Ally shuffling around on the bed, trying to force her feet into the pair of platforms she'd innocently swiped from one of our housemates.

"I still don't know why you don't just wear your own."

She looked at me as though I was speaking cling-on. "Are you insane? I've worn those so many times, as if I'd go to a Led Zeppelin show in shoes I've worn close to a hundred times before."

"If you say so, Al..." I shook my head in amusement. Once I concluded that I was happy with the outfit I had chosen, I decided that now was as good a time as any to tell Ally what I'd been waiting to tell her since we bought the tickets for the gig.

"So... I think there's something I should probably let you know before we head out," I started, spinning on my heel to look at her.

"Go for it," she struggled, falling onto her back with one leg in the air as she pulled on the heel of the platforms.

Amused by her blissful ignorance to the bombshell I was about to drop, I leaned back against the wall. "You know how I've seen them live before?"

"Yup!"

"Did I ever mention that I, uh... met them?"

Her leg dropped, the chunky heel thudding on the ground. "You did what?!"

I grinned, keeping my nonchalant position against the wall. "You heard."

"I'm not sure I did."

"You did," I laughed with a nod of my head.

"But... how?" she breathed out with wide eyes and an open mouth.

I shrugged. "I just found my way backstage with some girls I'd met that night. They're actually lovely lads."

Ally narrowed her eyes a bit, sitting up on the bed. It was like she was analysing my demeanour.

"What?" I asked.

"You're bullshitting me."

"I promise you, I'm really not," I shook my head. "That's not even the most unbelievable part about it."

"Fuck's sake, Y/N, tell me already!"

"You clearly don't believe that I met them, I highly doubt you'll believe the other part."

"Please! Tell me, I promise I won't jump to any conclusion," she pleaded through puppy-eyes.

"Fine!" I feigned defeat, as though I didn't want to tell her the sordid details. "I may or may not... have had... an... encounter..." I contemplated my choice of words. "...With Robert Plant."

"Yeah, right," she immediately fired back.

"See, I told you you wouldn't believe me!"

"You're telling me that you, Y/N, shagged Robert fucking Plant?"

"Well, I did!"

"Lies."

"Just 'cause you're jealous."

"I would be jealous if it were true," she sang, standing up and giving herself a final look in the mirror. "Well," she sighed, turning to face me with her hands on her hips. "There is one way you can prove it to me..."

"I'll be honest, I'm not overly bothered about you believing me or not, because I know it did happen," I said matter-of-factly, heading over to where I kept my bag and taking out the necessary things I needed for the night, sticking them in the deep pockets of my velvety brown blazer-jacket. "Besides," I turned, "he liked my hair. And my tattoo."

"Your shitty tattoo that you did yourself when you were sixteen?" Ally asked in subtle shock.

"Yeah, he said it..." I stopped myself, smirking. "No, you don't believe me, what does it matter?"

"So much for you not caring about me believing you or not..." She sighed dramatically. "Well, if you're comfortable with me shagging Harry--"

"Since when are you shagging my brother, Al?"

"Since you decided that it's not important to prove to me that you shagged the sexiest man on Planet Earth. Apart from your brother, that is..."

"Ew, gross, okay," I groaned. "How am I supposed to prove it?"

With a mischievous smile, she stepped closer to me. "Easy. We get ourselves backstage."

I shook my head, running my hand through my hair.

"Unless you don't think he'd remember you..."

Her smugness was irritating me now. It really shouldn't have mattered if she didn't believe me. But the more she was insistent that it didn't happen, the more and more I wanted to prove to her that it did. Just for the petty reason of being right.

"He'd remember me." I narrowed my eyes, but completely knew that I was being ridiculous. The chances of someone like Robert Plant remembering little old me were second to none.

"Yeah, okay," she disregarded. "I'm not considering it until you prove it to me. And if you can't prove it, and he can't remember a single thing about it... I get to have my encounter with your brother."

I groaned again, sitting back on the bed. "Fine. Fucking whatever. But I'm telling you... it did happen, and... h-he will remember."

"You don't sound too sure, Y/N, but we shall see..."

....Now....

Ally was having the absolute time of her life backstage; two roadies had already offered her a drink, which she obviously accepted, and she'd already gelled with multiple people.

I, however, felt uneasy about this whole bet.

How desperate to prove my friend wrong was I to insist that Robert fucking Plant would remember a night with a random girl from four whole years ago?! I spent a majority of the first half of the night mentally slapping myself and trying to figure out a way to get myself out of this situation.

But it proved to be too late as those four well-known rockstars entered the room to an abundance of cheers and applause for yet another electrifying performance.

First came Bonzo. I always remembered him as this big teddy bear, and he maintained that disposition. His hand was quickly occupied by a bottle of San Miguel. Some things never change.

Then came Jonesy. He was nothing but gentle from what I remembered of my brief time with the band. If I understood correctly, it seemed that he steered away somewhat from the sordid escapades derived from post-show adrenaline.

Jimmy had grown his hair out a little more, something I immediately noticed throughout the night. His eyes were laser-focused on the two girls waiting by the door for him, one of which were instantly taken under his wing. She was clearly his for the night. Probably the other one, too, now that I think about it...

I swallowed hard and glanced over at Ally, who was both in awe and anticipation. I can imagine she tackled with two mentalities. The first one being that she was seeing her favourite band up close, and the second itching to be right regarding Robert and I.

Larger than life, he strode in last, blouse open, yet tied across the bare expanse of his stomach. The jeans... God, those jeans. From where I had cowered in the corner, I had a prime view of the full picture. The pure perfection of one Robert Plant.

Heart hammering against my chest, I wished for the moment to pass quickly, knowing that come sundown the next day, my dear brother would be in bed with Ally.

I made no attempt to make myself seen. If he saw me, congratulations to him, but I wasn't going to intentionally put myself in the crossfires of embarrassment. Not that easily.

Ally was far too smug beside me, her mouth angled upwards in a smirk. I looked at her and rolled my eyes.

"Shut up," I mumbled, resorting to biting at my nails to relieve the growing anxiety.

"The moment we've been waiting for..." Ally started dramatically through a sigh. "...You shall be proven wrong, and I shall be between the sheets with H--"

I nudged her with some force, cutting off her provocation. She's so right, though...

My breath completely stilled in my throat when the enigmatic God of a vocalist scanned the room casually. And just like that, his eyes met mine. The moment was far too long for my liking.

Eventually, his eyes continued their surveillance around the room.

Nothing.

Not even the miracle of a second glance.

I cringed internally, lowering my gaze to the floor. Ally cackled beside me, before patting my back. "Damn, Y/N. Seems like he can't remember little old you..."

"Seems so," I mumbled, running my hand through my hair and shaking my head. Obviously, Y/N. You knew that would be the case.

All I could think back to was the moment Robert looked at me for the first time and didn't just pass me by.

1971

Ugh, you don't belong here.

I stood awkwardly amidst the small group of well-groomed girls that took me under their wing for the night. They were nice enough, and didn't look down on me like a lot of the other females in the audience did.

The hallway was eerily vacant as the final rings of the show erupted in precedence to the roaring yells of adoration. Vicky, who must have been about twenty-two, claimed it was best to get ahead of anyone else that may have wanted to come backstage.

I felt small and irrelevant with these girls. They were tall, beautiful, made-up, decked out, experienced... Everything that I was not. And when we heard an approaching cluster of footsteps, I quickly remembered that.

What are you doing, Y/N? This isn't your place.

My hands fist up into balls, hoping that my decision to extract myself from the situation would go unnoticed.

To my relief, it did. By them, at least.

Taking a few steps back, I initiated a turn, aiming to make a swift exit and retreat home. Perhaps in the comfort of my bed, I could indulge in fantasies of what might have been.

"Woah, easy there, love."

Startled, I collided with a broad chest, and in mere moments, I found myself locking eyes with the man who had elicited screams from thousands of girls just minutes ago.

Speak, Y/N! Don't be an idiot!

"S-Sorry," I stuttered dryly, lowering my head to walk past him. But he stopped me, reaching out to gently touch my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" I looked back at him, and tried my hardest to avoid his eyes. If I looked into his eyes, I'd melt. "You look shaken up."

My eyes darted to the floor, willing myself not to succumb to the beauty ahead of me. I nodded. "I'm fine. Just..." Muscle memory sabotaged my intentions, and I found myself finally looking back up at the blue pools of passion. And I couldn't look away. "I... was just... leaving."

"Already?" He tilted his head to the side as a charming smile took his features, embellished by the endearing tussle of facial hair I had swooned over all night. "Night's just started, darlin'."

His voice...

"Y-yeah, I know," I laughed pathetically, wanting nothing more than for the floor to swallow me whole. "You won't..." I glanced down the hallway at the girls I had left, their attentions fully on Jimmy by this point. "...won't be missing anything with me gone."

"Oh, I doubt that. The more the merrier."

I didn't answer him, I just pulled my gaze away from down the hallway and looked back at him with an unconvinced expression.

"Okay, well how about we start again normally?"

I scrunched my eyebrows up. "Wh--"

"Hello, my dear, I hope I don't seem too brash, but I can't help but notice how lovely and alluring your hair appears to be. I'm Robert, the silly prat that's just been jumping around on stage for the last two hours," he gallantly introduced himself with an exaggerated bow and an amused smirk.

My mouth hung open a bit, stumped at his energy. Not at all what I was expecting, but his subtle humour gave me a small sense of security, and I caught myself restraining a smile.

"I know who you are..." I said shyly.

"Yet, still, I haven't had the pleasure of knowing you who are," he pointed out, reaching out to cautiously take my hand in his.

Robert Plant is holding my hand. Robert. Plant. Is holding... My hand.

"Y/N," I managed to squeak out.

Robert grinned, squeezing my hand. "Names out of the way, may I ask why you don't think you'd be welcome?" Smoothly, he began to guide me in the direction of the dressing room where everyone else had convoluted. I barely even noticed, I was so caught up in his mere presence.

"Like I said... Don't think I'd be much fun." I shrugged. Robert's brows furrowed, an unconvinced expression on his face. "This is my first concert," I admitted through a nervous laugh.

"Ah," he chuckled, nodding his head. "I understand now."

By now, we'd stopped just next to the dressing room door. Robert turned to me, inadvertently trapping me between the cool breeze block wall and his heated, tanned body.

"Well, sweet Y/N with the pretty hair," he leaned down, lowering his voice to one laced with reassurance and the slightest hint of something else. "If you'd allow me, I'd very much like to be the one to... put an end to your post-show celibacy."

I swallowed hard, eyes wide as I stared up at his. He certainly has a way with words. So much potential to mean something entirely different. Without another word, I nodded, feeling my palms clam up at the realisation that I had agreed to something I only ever mustered up in my wildest dreams.

1975

Baffled by my own annoyance at Robert's complete lack of recollection, I grappled with the realization that my frustration stemmed from Ally being right and me being wrong. In that moment, I was an inconspicuous figure, a nobody.

Seeking refuge on a plush sofa, I settled into a comfortable spot, keenly aware that the majority in the room would soon migrate to an after-party in the hotel where the band was staying.

My gaze involuntarily returned to Robert, positioned at the opposite end of the room. A cigarette dangled from his fingers, and he was encircled by an eager flock of girls. Observing them, a wry thought crossed my mind – someone among them was in for an unforgettable night.

I couldn't pinpoint why his obliviousness bothered me so much. Was it wounded pride or misplaced expectations? Regardless, the scene before me unfolded like a vivid tableau, and I found myself grappling with a mix of emotions amid the impending revelry.

"What's with the long face? We're literally backstage at a Zeppelin show!"

I looked at Ally, unphased by her giddiness.

"Are you upset that you couldn't get away with your little fantasy?" She pouted. I could tell she had no real intention to upset me, and it didn't. It did, however, make me want to backhand her. In a friendly way, of course.

When I didn't answer, simply looking back over at Robert, Ally sighed heavily and shuffled closer to me. "Listen, just because it's not happened before, doesn't mean it can't happen tonight."

"Oh, sure," I rolled my eyes. "I'd have to get in li--"

Too engrossed in conversation, I was completely caught off-guard when I felt the chill of some liquid splashing onto my bare legs. I flinched backwards and looked up to see a very apologetic John Bonham.

"Oh, bloody hell, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, his voice booming over the chatter. He immediately looked around for something to help, settling on a nearby napkin. "Here, let me..."

I waved him off, laughing nervously. "No worries, it's just beer. I'll survive."

As he attempted to mop up the spill, our eyes briefly locked, and he grinned sheepishly. "Guess I'm not as nimble as I thought. Mini skirts and beer don't mix, do they?"

Still as lovely as I remember.

I chuckled, appreciating his good-natured attempt to diffuse the situation. "Lesson learned, I suppose." As I stood up to mop up the rest of the spilled beer myself, I knew it was fruitless, and I sighed lightly. I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of familiar blue eyes from across the room as I turned to pass Ally my own bottle. Wishful thinking.

"There's a restroom to the right down the hallway, love, I'm so sorry."

"You're okay, honestly. It was gonna happen at some point, might as well be by the best drummer known to man," I joked, giving Bonzo a genuine smile. "Be back in a sec," I said to Ally before taking off for said restroom.

1971

"Shh," Robert's lips moved against my jaw as I whimpered. "I've got you, darlin'."

My hips involuntarily ground upwards against the heel of his palm, searching for any semblance of friction. Robert's throaty chuckle tickled my ear with his beard.

"Have to go slow, sweetheart," he whispered. "Don't want to hurt you."

"Y-You won't..." I weakly whispered back.

Robert lifted his head to peer down at me, an unconvinced look splashed across his perfect features. "Oh, Y/N. Sweet, sweet Y/N," he breathed.

My hands clasped around the back of his neck, wanting nothing more than him flush against me. His eyes glued to mine, looking into the depths of my soul as he maneuvered his fingers below, tracing the outline of my underwear. "You need to be soaked, Y/N. If you want to take all of me..."

All I could do was nod in response, allowing his lips to cover mine in a searing kiss, his fingers very delicately navigating my untouched centre.

As soon as the pads of his fingers swiped gently over my folds, my hips ground upwards instinctively. I felt like I could unfold, just by his soft grazes.

With a lush swirl of his tongue around mine, he hummed into my mouth. Breaking the kiss with a subtle smacking sound, he gazed down at me with hooded eyes.

I could only imagine how desperate and needy I seemed below him; wide-eyed, flushed, barely touched.

"Am I correct in the assumption that you haven't done this before, Y/N?"

My throat closed up and I swallowed. Shit, I really didn't want you to figure that one out...

I stumbled in my response, diverting my eyes to the side, but unable to escape his ethereal clutches in the form of his fingers. He was still making slow strokes along my weeping folds. Even as he spoke to me with that voice.

"Hm, it's nothin' to be ashamed of, honey." His words came as an encouraging murmur, almost with a sing-song cadence. He put a stop to the movements of his hand, resting it on my abdomen. His head dipped down to pepper small, light kisses along my chin, along my jaw, and then down my neck. "I'll take such good care of you, darlin'..." he whispered. My skin tingled in response to his hot breath against it.

Robert nipped lazily at my neck before dragging his lips back up to mine with a chaste peck. "That's if you want, Y/N. Just say the words, and I'll take you there."

How can I say no?! You could have had me in the fucking hallway!

All it took was a feeble nod and a weakened "please" for Robert to spring into action. His gentle hands took their time in undressing me, and his eyes conveyed a novel's worth of intrigue, admiration, and pure lust.

A carnal desire; I to entrust, him to liberate.

1975

You know, you could just leave right now, and nobody would even notice. Maybe Ally. Shit, Ally. Why did you get me into this situation? Pfft, no, Y/N, it was you, you idiot. But still... you could make a run for it. Crawl into bed. Forget any of this even happened. Hopefully wake up and realise this is just a horrifying dream.... fuck.

The mental argument I was having with the reflection of the bathroom mirror went on, and I couldn't rationalise with myself. I should have left, but I didn't want to. I couldn't bring myself to. Something in the back of my mind told me that it was worth staying.

So, I huffed out, hoping to expel as much of the stress as possible, and did a once over in the reflection.

At least you can't see the beer anymore...

Leaving the restroom, I vowed to make the most of what the evening had to offer, and if that involved being completely ignored by Robert fucking Plant, then so be i--

"Woah, easy there, love."

Turning the corner, I walked straight into that broad chest I'd been ogling at for a majority of the night. With wide eyes, I craned my neck to look up at him.

Shit.

"Not the typical 'hello', but whatever suits you best," Robert chuckled.

"Oh, great, I said that out loud," I cringed inwardly.

There was a horrible moment of silence, of him just looking at me, studying me. It was hard not to revert back to that shy, scared 17-year-old that ran into him in an eerily similar way.

"D'ya enjoy the show?" he asked, leaning against the wall and folding his arms. God, those arms. I remembered how easily he hoisted my legs up with them. How they completely engulfed me when he held me for the night.

I found myself unable to speak. So I opted for a nod and a hum of approval. I was met with the signature side smirk, his dimple deeper than I remembered. Then again, he did have that beard back then. It felt great when he settled his head betw--

"Sorry 'bout Bonzo," he cut off my inner thoughts, "He's a clumsy sod when he's drunk."

I stifled a small chuckle, keeping my eyes anywhere but on his. That's how he captured me last time. Not that he fucking remembers... "Yeah, I know," I answered quietly with a nod.

My attempts at avoiding his gaze were cut short. His fingers rested under my chin, gently tilting my head up so I had no choice but to look at his face.

"I may be tall, but not tall enough that you can't look at me, love."

Jesus, the way he said that...

Swallowing, I pulled my head back. "Yeah, I know."

"You don't say much, do you?" he though aloud with a slight tilt of his head. Proving his point, I neglected to answer. "Were you planning to hang around tonight? We're going to head back to the hotel soon. Could have some fun, maybe loosen you up a bit, darlin'."

"I don't need loosening up. And my name is Y/N."

"Ah, my Little Wayward Girl speaks." He grinned.

"Yeah, well, it's a bit different when you wait outside of the ladies' restroom for someo--wait, what?" My eyes widened once again as I snapped my head back up to look him head on.

Robert's hand smoothed over the side of my head, stopping to cup my cheek as he dipped down to hover over me. Inches away.

"I'll see you in a bit, yeah?" he whispered.

Before he strode back down the hallway, leaving me dumbfounded and relieved all at once, he stole the lightest kiss from the tip of my nose.

1971

Robert's curls were soft and lush against the bare skin of my stomach as he laid facing the ceiling. He watched as the reflections of the sun danced in patterns above him, suggesting the break of dawn.

His arm was hooked around my bent leg, and my fingertips brushed over the mass of hair on his chest. My eyes were shut as I tried to capture the exact feeling of this moment, hoping to solidify the warmth of his presence in my memories forever.

Soon, my fingers were playing with his tussled beard, feeling the contours of his perfect jaw that were hidden under the natural mass.

"Tired?"

I forced my eyes to open. He was gazing up at me. The zeal in his eyes drew a shy smile from me, and for what felt like the hundredth time that night, my cheeks flushed.

"Yeah..." I answered in a hushed whisper, almost hoarse from the extent of which my voice had been exercised throughout the night. "I think you wore me out," I added with a silent giggle.

Robert responded with an amused hum, his hand idly tracing patterns along my thigh. "As long as you enjoyed it, darlin'... Though, I think it goes without saying."

I smirked at him. "How'd you figure that one out, then?"

He pulled himself up and turned over so that he was now hovering over me. Using his forearms to support himself, he pressed his clammy forehead to mine. "Those, sounds, darlin'... such a beautiful symphony." He lowered his head down, lips grazing the shell of my ear. "Music to my ears," he whispered. My teeth clamped down on my lips to subdue the idiotic grin that threatened to appear.

"What else?" I dared to ask.

Bringing his lips back up to mine, he melded us together in a searing kiss. His tongue teased my lower lip, but withheld the satisfaction of it going any further.

"Aside from the whimpers, the panting, and the dirty, dirty moans that fell from your pretty little mouth?" He licked his lips, eyes trailing down, his lips following suit. "The way your skin glistened..." He mumbled down my throat. "The goosebumps that you still have, by the way," he chuckled. Then, his journey travelled west and east. "The way your nipples became so taut, so early on." A light kiss to each of them. He continued south, dragging his soft lips and his rugged beard down my stomach until his chest was lined up with my used core. Broken into for the first time by this God of a man. "Then there's the perfect drip of your honey... Never tasted one so sweet, darlin'," he purred, daring to rest the palm of his hand over my mound. "You clenched around me so earnestly. You were so good."

Finally, he tilted his head back up at me. "Does that answer your question, love?"

I was breathless. It was like he was making love to me all over again, only lyrically. Like he did in his music. But for me, and me alone.

I wordlessly nodded, my lips parting in a shaky exhale.

"Good." Robert's playful smile returned, and he turned his head to pepper loving kisses on my thigh. He paid specific attention to the self-modification I made on my thigh. Then, he took a minute to ogle at it. "I like this."

I raised my eyebrow, an amused smirk on my lips. "Oh, the tattoo?" I laughed airily. "It's silly. Don't even know why I did it..."

"It's sweet. A little smiley face, the tongue sticking out." He looked up at me. "Innocent, yet... unruly and defiant. You're like my Little Wayward Girl..."

1975

Ally cackled, right in my face, as I gave her a quick rundown of what just occurred in the hallway.

"Yeah, okay, Y/N," she snorted with a shake of her head.

"I'm telling you the truth, Al!"

"I'm not judging you for lying about it, it's okay. You don't have to keep up with it."

"I'm not lying," I almost whined, running my hand through my hair. I near desperately scanned the room. Where the fuck did he go? It would be really helpful if he showed up and relieved me of this torture! I huffed, crossing my arms in frustration. What if I'm imagining things and what happened in the hallway was all in my head? Fuck, now I think I'm going crazy, thank you, Ally.

"Ally, you know me," I steadily began, "If it didn't happen, and you caught me out in a lie, I'd have given it up by now."

She squinted her eyes at me. "Yeah, but it's not every day you get to make something up about Robert fucking P--oh my god." Her eyes widened, looking behind me. Her hand reached out to grab at my wrist. And before I could turn my head to scope out what cut her off, I felt a steady touch on my lower back and a looming presence beside me.

"I don't believe I've had a chance to speak to you two yet," his distinct, velvety voice rang in my ears as a muffled shock, mixing with the rest of the noise in the room.

"N-No, you haven't," Ally croaked. She was starstruck. Who could blame her?

"I apologise for that. Y'see, there're always so many people waiting for us after shows, it's hard to get around everybody." I could tell without looking at him that he was speaking through his characteristically crooked smile.

"Just being here is crazy enough, I wouldn't even be mad if you didn't notice us," Ally said through a nervous and clumsy laugh. I couldn't withhold my stifled chuckle at her tone, very atypical for her. It was satisfying to watch her cool demeanour crumble with every word.

I could see Robert's head turn in my direction, and I instinctively looked back, my heart banging against my rib cage.

"Well, I've definitely noticed you, now." Even though it was in response to Ally, he was looking directly at me. The hand on my back bared a little more pressure. It was fleeting when he gave me another one of those smirks, before looking back at Ally. "So, how do you know my Y/N?"

My Y/N.

Ally blinked a few times, her eyes darting to me. I gave her a smile, silently screaming "I TOLD YOU," as I so wanted to out loud. I just froze in the moment, letting it unfold as beautifully as it seemed to be.

"U-uh, she's my friend--I'm sorry, you know her?" Ally's voice rose in pitch as he pointed at me.

"Know, knew, whichever suits you best," Robert shrugged. "Uh, when was it, love?" he asked me, once again looking at me.

Finally regaining an ounce of my confidence, I smirked ever so slightly as I answered him. "'71, I think."

"That's it," Robert grinned and nodded. Ally's mouth hung open a little, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Y-you were telling the truth!" she whisper-shouted at me.

"Uhh, yeah," I told her matter-of-factly.

"Fuck!" Ally slapped her hand on her forehead, most likely cursing the fact that she would not, in fact, be in bed with my brother this time tomorrow.

Robert's brows wrinkled in confusion, and he glanced at me. "Wha--"

"Don't ask," I answered before he could finish his question. "It doesn't matter anymore, does it, Ally?" I raised an eyebrow at her, an unrestrained smirk on my own lips now.

"No," she said through a clenched jaw.

"Okay, then," Robert exhaled, taking his hand away from my back to move his hair from his face. "Well, we're heading back to the hotel now," he said to Ally. "You're welcome to come along. However, I will be stealing Y/N for the evening." He looked down at me. "If that's alright with you, love."

Just like that, he had me again.

1971

I was grateful that they had a day off. It meant Robert and I could sleep well into the afternoon before they had to fly out the next day.

Robert seemed to adopt a somewhat domestic demeanour, though I suspected that was just how he was when he wasn't in the throes of making love--be that on stage, or off.

In essence, he dedicated the remaining time I spent with him to after-care. He truly looked after me after making my first time the most memorable, magical, and otherworldly. I couldn't help but let my mind wander, as he disappeared into the bathroom at 3pm, how lucky his wife must have been if he treated the women he didn't even know like this.

Lucky, ha. Her husband is off sleeping with countless women on the road. Luck doesn't seem like the most appropriate word to use in this situation, but anyone who came within a half-mile radius of Robert is naturally deemed lucky.

Lost in my thoughts, tangled up in the bedsheets, Robert blocked my vacant gaze at the ceiling by extending his hand out to me. He'd run us a bath.

He'd taken me there, twice more, in that hotel bathtub. Once with his fingers, once with his cock--and both times accompanied by the melodic moans, grunts, and murmurs of his platinum voice.

By 5pm, he was ordering more tea with lemon and honey to the room. He taught me about the importance of honey when it came to protecting the vocal chords, prompting a detour of innuendo and even more charm.

Out on the balcony, overlooking the city, we both took in the cool breeze. The much-needed fresh air. We laughed over the wind's assault on both of our hair, igniting a playful back and forth over whose hair looked the best all dishevelled and out of place.

Desperate to prove his point of mine looking "enigmatic and resplendent," this led to a series of photos taken on the balcony with the camera Robert had brought along on tour.

"You really do like my tattoo, don't you?" I giggled when he asked me to pull back the robe and maneuver my body so the inked smiley face was on show.

"I told you I liked it, love," he said as he focused on snapping a few shots. "You should, too," he grunted as he stood up, stretching up. "Anything that makes you different, you should love it."

Eventually, he took me as his guest for dinner with his band mates, along with one of Jimmy's girls, and the two men who I quickly got to know as Peter Grant and Richard Cole. My attention was solely on Robert, though, and his on me. Offering me cigarettes, drinks, introducing me to different foods I'd never tried before.

And before he gave me another night of mind-blowing, leg-shaking orgasms, we sat out on the balcony, listening to records, and talking about what music struck him in the heart the way Zeppelin did with me.

He even sang to me. Rough lyrics and melodies, originals that hadn't yet been released to the world. I was honoured. I couldn't believe I was in the right place at the right time. Little old me.

But there I was, sat on a balcony in Robert Plant's hotel room, as he hummed the first or second draft of what the world would come to know as Stairway to Heaven.

1975

I would have been an idiot to turn down another offer from Robert Plant. To deny him of that limousine ride to his hotel, where the others piled in after us. Ally had attached herself to Bonzo, falling into deep, drunken conversations. And in my own tipsy--not drunken--haze, I looked up at Robert and chuckled when the car started moving.

His arm was draped over my shoulders, burning holes into my jacket with the mere graze of his fingertips, up and down my arm.

"So, you gonna tell me how you figured out it was me?" I said up at him. "And why you waited to follow me to the restroom to let me know of that fact?" I tilted my head further back, with me being so close to him.

The audacity he had, in front of all these people, to slide his other hand up my leg, stopping just as his fingers disappeared under the hem of my skirt.

"Honey, a skirt that short leaves very little to the imagination, and can expose your most unique qualities..." he trailed off, glancing down at his hand as he carefully teased my skirt a few centimeters further up, enough to unveil the stamp of innocence that had led him to dub me his Little Wayward Girl.

"And, of course... yer one of the only lasses I've had the pleasure of meeting to have this particular unique quality," he jested with a smirk, before gently squeezing the flesh of my thigh.

He leaned into me, lips parted inches from mine. "Just need to get reacquainted with another treasure hidden away up there, don't I?" He didn't let me answer, he just captured my lips in a searing kiss.

That kiss took us all the way up to Robert's hotel room, where he had me pinned against the back of the door with his lips hot on my neck.

"And you're sure Ally will be alright with--" I cut myself off with a gasp as I felt Robert's teeth steadily bite down under my ear.

"I already told you, love, she's perfectly safe with Bonzo," he said lowly. He kissed where he'd bitten, and dropped his voice to a provocative whisper. "Now, no more about anyone else tonight, Y/N..." Pulling back, he cupped his hand over my cheek, looking into my eyes. "Just us, darlin'... You..." His free hand trailed down my chest, fingers delicately teasing away the covering of my jacket. "And me."

I let him push my jacket off my shoulders, barely feeling it pool around our feet. I couldn't take my eyes off of his, and I fell deeper and deeper into his allure--exactly how I wanted it to be.

"No more distractions," I whispered back with a slow nod.

"No more distractions," Robert smirked, tilting his head to the side. He took a step back and held his hand out. "Come, my dear."

His hands were gentle, but a fiery presence on my skin as he took his time to remove every stitch of clothing from my body. In that moment, I felt like the most sublime creature on Earth. Every inch of my body was doted on, appreciated, cherished...

Robert was still clothed when he took my face in his hands, delicately placing the lightest kiss to my lips. Then down to my chin, my throat, as far as his tall frame could reach without having to bend at the knees. His fingers threaded through my hair, causing my eyes to flutter shut and my thighs to instinctively clench at the thought of him applying pressure to my roots.

"Set the pace, love," he muttered.

"I'm not 17 anymore, Robert..." I reminded him, my eyes flickering down to his lips. "I can handle whatever pace you wish to set," I told him with a confident exhale. My fingers worked on removing his blouse, all whilst distracting him with the want in my eyes.

And I watched as his darkened with something akin to epicurean, sovereign desire.

With an unfaltering stare, his hands gripped my wrists in the process of me pushing his shirt from his shoulders. Bringing my hands up to his lips, he kissed them, almost like a Godspeed to his gallant complexion. Then he let me go, ushering me backwards with maintained eye contact until I had no choice but to sit back on the plush bed.

I took in the delightful view of Robert shrugging off his blouse. My stomach clenched when the veins in his hands flexed whilst unbuckling the stylish belt he had secured around his hips. It wasn’t hard to tell that those jeans were starting to become an issue. The two of us shared a small, knowing smile as he caught me eyeing the obvious bulge.

“You do it on purpose,” I stated, leaning back on my hands.

He had a permanent smirk on his face as he peeled off his jeans and underwear. The heat between my legs fluttered already once his large cock came into view, springing up, proud and prominent. “What do I do on purpose, love?”

He knew exactly what I meant.

“Don’t play innocent, Percy, it doesn’t suit your God status.” I slipped my lip between my teeth, using the well known nickname for the first time.

“God status, eh?” He grinned, stalking towards the bed and hovering over me, steadying himself of his hands. “My, my, where as my Little Wayward Girl gone?”

I glanced down at his lips, shivering internally at how close he was to me. The tension was palpable. Thick enough to saw in half.

“If I remember correctly,” I started in a whisper, gazing up at his eyes. “A Golden God took the time to school me. And he stole away with that Little Wayward Girl before sunrise.”

“And who exactly assumed my Little Wayward Girl’s throne, my dear?” He whispered back, trailing kisses along my jaw. When he got to my neck, nipping and sucking marks into the sensitive skin, my hands instinctively came up to hold onto his biceps. “A Goddess, perhaps?” He breathed hotly into my ear.

The natural sandalwood musk of his body drugged me. I was high on his presence, rendered unable to answer with anything other than a shaky breath.

Robert’s hand moved up to hold the side of my neck, tilting my head in his direction. His eyes were clouded and hooded. Hungry with desire.

“Why don’t you show me what that Golden God taught you, baby?”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. In what seemed like a momentary flash, he’d returned to a standing position with me perched on the edge of the bed: face to face with his cock.

Tentatively holding onto the base, I gave the tip of his cock a kitten lick. Testing the waters. I glanced up at Robert, seeing he had one of his huge hands rested on his hip. Like he did onstage. Fuck.

I kept my eyes on him as I wrapped my lips around him, steadily taking his length into my mouth. Cheeks hollowed, I sucked gently, a spark shooting through my core when his lips parted with a sigh.

“That’s it, darlin’. Mmm…” he grunted, shutting his eyes and hanging his head back once I set a satisfactory pace.

I let my saliva coat him, I swirled my tongue around his hot tip, I did anything I could, and more, to work this leviathan into a state of ecstasy. I wanted to see his chest shimmering in his sweat, the rogue blonde curls plaster to his forehead, and the taut muscles under his abdomen tense with an unbearable urge to take control.

He looked down at me, almost taken aback by my boldness when I started to pay attention to his tight, full balls. Flattening my tongue, applying pressure with the tip of it in the right places, even teasing him with the odd suction.

“So perfect… Fuuuck…” he moaned, and his free hand held onto my head. “Damn it, I schooled you well, babe…” Before he lost it completely and cut the night short, he pulled me up to my feet, barely having room between him and the bed. He crashed his lips into mine, tonguing my awaiting lips and grabbing onto my hips with mammoth hands.

My own hands flew up to bury them into his mane of hair, meeting his frantic kiss with a matching ferocity. He leaned down slightly to wrap his arms tightly around my thighs and hoist me up for a brief moment before ultimately dropping me down beneath him on the bed. The kiss was forcefully broken, and I needed more.

Robert kneeled in between my legs, keeping me completely at his mercy. Caressing my face, he studied me intently. As though he was thinking about all the things he wanted to do to me. His thumb tugged at my lip, and I earnestly took it into my mouth, grazing my teeth over it.

“My girl…” He traced the pads of his fingers down my chin, down my throat, down between my breasts. He stopped to cup them, thumbs teasing over the taut nipples that were electrified from his simple touch. “…you…” His fingers ventured lower, tickling down my sides. “…are…” Up my legs, under my thighs, over my tattoo, to my abdomen. Finally, he reached my centre, adorned with a small mass of soft curls. “A Goddess.”

One hand pressing lightly against my lower stomach, he used his other thumb to venture over my folds. Two little swipes, barely there, drew a gasp from my lips. He acknowledged this for a fleeting second, and smirked to himself when he brought his thumb up to his mouth to wet it. His appetiser.

His eyes were fixed on the sight below him as he placed his hand flat over my mound, pushing against it to open me up ever so slightly—enough to allow the pad of his thumb access to the bundle of nerves that had been throbbing with need for the past hour. He made continuous movements over it with his thumb, taking pleasure from my reaction.

“Sensitive baby…” he hummed, keeping up with his actions. He watched my form twitch lightly, hips automatically rolling upwards, and my mouth fall open.

There was no doubt that he could have made me cum like this. Just by rapidly swiping his thumb back and forth over my clit. He knew it, too. And for a moment I thought that was his goal. But he worked me up to such a high, to where it was impossible to miss the swelling his ministrations enforced and the progressive rise and fall of my chest.

Then he pulled away.

“Robert…” I whimpered, rolling my hips upwards again.

“You were so close, darlin’… so beautifully enthralled…” he practically moaned in response to my whimpers. He grasped onto my thighs, slowly pushing them forward towards my chest so I opened up entirely. “Do you want to cum, Y/N?” I nodded wantonly. “Tell me… let me hear it…” he coaxed, smoothly lowering himself to my thigh, where he pressed the lightest kiss. So, so close to my aching heat.

“I… Please… I want to cum, Robert…” I sighed, toes curling at the anticipation he had built. “Please… m-make me cum, baby, I need it.”

“I know, my sweet… I know…” he mumbled, kissing lower down. Just a little more… “You need it so bad, honey…” His face hovered over my weeping heat, having the sheer audacity to blow very lightly against it. “Speakin’ of honey… does my lady taste just as sweet as I remember…” He drawled, more of a vocalisation of his inner thoughts than a direct question.

“Robert! Please…” I whined.

He dived in, completely catching me off guard. Face buried as far as it could go, lips latching to my swollen clit, suckling, slurping, and flicking his tongue. He slobbered over it like a starving mongrel. His hair covered my thighs, curls bouncing with the movements of his head as he feasted on my nectar.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my hands shooting downwards to grasp onto his hair, tugging at the roots. He responded with a growl, the vibrations adding to the growing sensations between my legs.

He was feral. To him, this was his last meal.

“Oh…God… Robert, yes! Fuck, don’t stop!” I panted, once again allowing my hips to grind upwards in tandem with his tongue. He skipped further teasing by plunging two of his long fingers into me, curling them upwards and building a strong rhythm to match the way his tongue ravaged my pearl. “Y-yes… I’m… fuck…” I incoherently moaned.

Instead of verbally encouraging me, he simply moaned loudly against me, briefly nodding his head, letting me know it was okay to cum for him. He let out a sharp exhale, putting his all into his assault.

Instinctively pushing his head down, I felt my climax hit. Hard. I arched off of the bed and my head was thrown back into the fluffy pillows. I let out an almost animalistic groan, my breath halting in the process as I rode out the intensity of my orgasm.

Robert gave me the courtesy of letting me rest for a few moments, kissing my core in the process of the comedown. With glistening lips, he watched the aftershock contractions, admiring his work. Then he finally crawled back up to me, grabbing my face and meeting my lips with his, coated in my essence. The kiss was sloppy, and we had very little care for the mixture of fluids that covered both of our faces in the process.

“Robert…” my voice was muffled by his kisses. “Need…need you inside…”

“Already on it, darlin’,” he gasped, pulling himself up onto his knees. He eagerly guided his cock to my awaiting entrance, lubing himself up in the juices he’d conjured. He looked me in the eye as he steadily pushed forward, the thick girth of his manhood stretching me by the second.

My body tingled with the reminder of the burn and sting that accompanied a night with the Golden God. It was delicious.

Robert watched my face, looking for any indication of hesitation on my end. But my body welcomed his, and he easily settled to the hilt within me.

“‘S’that feel okay, baby?” he asked with a hurried whisper.

“Uh-huh…” I clamped down on my lip as I nodded.

“Yeah?” He got as close to me as he could whilst still on his knees. Once again, my legs were being pushed up towards my chest, allowing his cock to press against the most sensitive part of my body.

Robert didn’t waste time. He was unbridled. Primal. Insatiable. His thrusts were quick to set an intense pace, eliciting those lewd slapping sounds each time we collided.

“So good… baby…” he moaned, clenching his jaw and breathing heavily from his nose as he continued to fuck me into the mattress. My own moans and whimpers of ecstasy spurred him on, rolling his hips in a circular motion and maintaining pressure on my sweet spot.

“Oh fuck! Yeah, right there, baby…” I keened, having no choice but to fist at the pillow beside my head.

“Yeah? That the spot, darlin’?” He purred, before bringing one of my legs over so that both of them were pressed together. He rested them both on one of his shoulders, one arm holding onto them, whilst his other hand reached out to grab at my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers as his thrusts intensified. “Ohhhh… fuuck, you’re so perfect around my cock, sweetheart.”

The positioning of my legs caused every contraction and flutter to be felt with ferocity by Robert. Nobody had ever taken me like this. But then again, nobody is quite like Robert.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, the unexpected rise of another release crawling up through my body. It wasn’t a progressive swell. The warning signs of another orgasm crashed into me, taking me by surprise, which only served to make the experience even more intoxicating.

Robert still had the ability, through his animalistic venture, to flash me that signature smirk as he caught onto my sudden response. He shook his hair from his face as he continued to pound into me. “You there again, darlin’?”

“Y-yeah… oh fuck, yeah, I am…” I whimpered, my chest rising and falling. This was going to be an intense one. And he knew it. So, he moved my leg back to rest atop his other shoulder and leaned down completely over me, folding me in such a visceral manner, though one of my legs fell slightly in the midst of him now slamming in and out of me.

“Come on, Y/N…” he hummed down at me, focusing on my second release before his first. “Show me how hard you can cum, little girl… I know you have it in you… I can feel it…” he breathed out hotly against my lips. His piercing blue eyes were glued to mine, and we maintained intense eye contact.

I huffed and panted in his face, digging my nails into the shoulder my leg had fallen from. It was coming. So close.

“Ah… R…Robert!” I gasped.

“That’s right, honey… you’re almost there… let go… make a mess of me…” He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t care that his thrusts were causing the headboard to start slamming against the wall.

His landscaped pelvis was grinding against my clit, and I could feel his tight balls slapping against me with every movement.

Then it happened.

“Fuck, I’m… I’m c—“ I cut myself off with a shriek, and the loudest cry of pleasure I’d ever mustered up. I came so hard around Robert’s cock, and my nectar wept and wept, soaking the sheets, and soaking both Robert and I. My body jerked and my ears rang, and I heard Robert offer up a breathless chuckle.

“My good girl… fuck! Shit, get ready, baby…” he warned, clasping onto my legs as he chased his high. “Fuck!” He let out the loudest guttural growl, his thrusts transitioning from inconsistent to completely stilled. He steadily and sharply pumped his load into me, filling me up with every inch of his love.

I felt so owned. Claimed. Possessed. Potent with the power and energy of this otherworldly human above me.

Robert writhed in the aftershocks of his release, and he soon let my legs fall back down onto the bed, followed by his own collapse onto my chest. He nuzzled me as we both fought to catch our breathes. I found comfort in the lewd sensations that came with him pulling out of me. I was dripping—soaked.

Robert eventually lifted his head up to look at me and he gave me a long, gentle kiss, accompanied with a sigh. “Sublime…” he whispered hoarsely. “We… definitely need to…get in that…bath, though…” he panted steadily.

I laughed weakly with a feeble nod of my head, “I… absolutely agree…” We had made an absolute mess of the bed, but it was entirely worth it.

“Sorry you only came…twice,” he playfully apologised, shifting to the side so only half of his weight was on me. “Ah well…” he sighed, sweeping some of my damp hair from my face. “Just have to give you…about five next time.”

I raised my eyebrows and turned my head to look at him with hazy eyes. “There’s a next time?”

“Oh, my sweet Little Wayward Girl,” he smirked, “There’s always a next time.”

[drunk-on-dk]

HI SKY <333333

Been thinking about riding junhui a lot more than usual lately......but like lazily i love lazy sex and he is giving body worship ehehehehehhe

JENNA <3333 I'm absolutely BUZZING FROM THIS the second I saw you send this in I WAS LIKE YESSSSSS I'M SORRY IT TOOK A BIT... but what a wonderful way to post my first jun work on here because I NEED this. ily thank you for sending this in because I'm obsessed (also with drowning by bobby coming out WHEW what a suitable song)

warnings: no plot just smut (minors i do bite so please DNI), unprotected sex (no protection is mentioned, but pls stay safe friends), fem-bodied reader but no specified pronouns, riding, body worship, marking, sub (?) jun (idk he'd do anything for the reader he's obsessed), pet names (good boy jun)

w/c: ~850 words

Junhui was in a daze, eyes half-lidded and hypnotized by the slow roll of your hips into his. If the grinding motion was enough to set his body on fire, then each pulse of your walls around his cock was enough to make him feel like he could actually combust. But he doesn't, he can't bear the thought of not having your skin on his, absolutely positive that he'd let you ride him like this all night.

At this rate, it may actually be all night, as neither of you can exactly remember how long ago it was since you climbed onto his lap claiming you wanted to "take care of him" tonight. After all, Jun has been such a good boy for you all week; he deserves a little TLC in the form of you pinning him down to the bed and riding him until you both see stars.

He's too entranced by the curves and dips of your body and the way your features twist into the most beautiful expressions of pleasure as you lazily rotate your hips in a figure-8 pattern.

The large hands that trace your body pull soft moans from you, his gentle touch only amplifying the immense amount of pleasure you feel from the stimulation of your clit rubbing against Jun's pelvis and how he fills you so perfectly. His palms run shamelessly over your torso, roaming aimlessly as if to remember every inch of your delicate skin until landing on your hips.

Jun has been mumbling rambles of praises all night, unable to form a coherent sentence due to the way his mind is clouded by you. He's absolutely consumed by the way you feel wrapped around him, loving that he can watch you lose yourself on his cock with each languid, self-guided roll of your hips.

"Can't believe you're mine," he babbles, hands still finding real estate on your hips and rubbing his thumb almost soothingly. "So perfect, so beautiful."

His words have you gasping, your own hands splayed out greedily on his broad chest that heaves as your walls tighten with each doting word.

"S-shit, Jun," you moan a bit louder when his hands spread to your ass, your body falling limp against his when he grips the muscle a little tighter to stop the motion of your hips.

"Please," he whimpers, nuzzling his nose deeper into your neck and breathing in your intoxicating scent, his mind absolutely fogged by thoughts of you and only you. "Don't want this to end, need you all night."

Jun's mouth traces your neck lovingly, teeth and lips suckling at your skin that you'd almost think he was teasing if you knew he wasn't love-drunk off you. You can't help but pick up the pace, resuming the motion of your hips as you continue to lazily fuck yourself on his cock.

The overwhelming feeling of you sinking onto him again has him sucking in air, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulps, coming up for air, and trying not to drown in the sensation of your warmth surrounding him.

"Let me take care of you, Jun," you breathe against his cheek, goosebumps running down your spine as his fingers trace up and down your torso. "You're so precious to me."

It's dizzying how his lips leave warm, wet spots from your collarbone up until he connects with your lips. He moans in delight, breaking away to pebble kisses all over your body as you lift yourself up just to sink down again.

Jun swears he won't ever get sick of how you wrap so perfectly around him, trying to voice his thoughts but only a raspy groan comes out against your throat when your fingers tangle themselves into his hair. He busies himself by gently nibbling on the thin, delicate skin of your neck, absolutely unaware of the love bites he leaves along the way.

He was all yours for the taking, you could feel the unconditional love he poured into you as you guide yourself to pleasure, ultimately leading to his own pleasure as well. You can feel every twitch of his length when you moan his name, making the fluttering feeling of your walls and the pulsing of your clit more evident.

The orgasm that you had been leisurely chasing was now near, unable to suppress the euphoric ebbing feeling that made your walls contract in delight.

"Junhui," you pant, the sluggish roll of your hips now becoming more desperate as your pleasure began to wash over you. "I'm close, be my good boy and finish with me."

It's all Jun needs to hear, understanding your body more than you'll ever know, and releasing inside of you when he feels the tell-tale sign of your walls fluttering around his length, filling you deeply with his hot seed. It almost feels as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of the air for Jun, the hazy fog that clouds his head only makes his mind whirl more as he watches you fall apart on top of him. So beautiful, so perfect, and all his. He will always take whatever you give him; you have him wrapped so tightly around your finger and he swears he'll always be your good boy if these are benefits.

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[jade-green-butterfly]

I'm jumping more onto the Poppy Playtime bandwagon, especially since the Smiling Critters were introduced for Chapter 3 ^.^✨ I really liked the look of them, along with their cartoon teaser that Mob Entertainment released - adorable with a creepy turn at the end 🫣 I really like the look of all the critters but the one I took a shine to the most, was the cheery ray of sunshine (literally😁) and leader - DogDay~🐶☀️I just love his personality and how positive he is, no matter what he and the others get up to in the cartoon >w< Which has inspired me to create a Smiling Critter of my own - so without further ado...meet DeerDelight~!🦌🦋 DeerDelight lives for drama and poetry. Being the most expressive of the critters, she is passionate in her words and believes with the right moves, you can soar on the wings of a butterfly. But performing arts isn't the only thing DeerDelight has her heart set on - DogDay. Eeeyup, you all heard right~😜I am shipping her with DogDay (y'all can't stop me, jk~)💘I can see their relationship inspired by Zipp & Blossom from the 1986 cartoon, The Bluffers (raise ya hand if anyone remembers that show✋🏻I sure do!) Hamtaro x Bijou, Bambi x Faline with a dash of Jack x Sally and Kermit x Miss. Piggy😚 As you can see above, DeerDelight fell for DogDay the moment she laid eyes on him, and has been deeply in love with him ever since~💓 She would do anything for him, believing how magnificent her ray of sunshine is in all he does (her words, not mine🤭) as she looks up to him like the other critters do~ Some of the critters find this funny or cute, or even romantic - especially to Bobby Bearhug~ DogDay is sort of aware of DeerDelight's romantic feelings for him, although he can be a bit sheepish about it now and again, wondering why DeerDelight is quite clingy and very expressive around him (along with her poems and secret love letters about him💌) but he does like her all the same and gradually warms up to her over time. Meaning there is a possibility he'll finally return her feelings one day~🌹(As DeerDelight truly hopes, only time will tell~😉) You'll usually find DeerDelight hanging out with CraftyCorn, since their both artistic critters as they express their passions and sometimes, CraftyCorn likes to draw DeerDelight posing dramatically on her favourite drama couch (inspired by Rarity's own) that DeerDelight likes to use when times get dramatic (and sometimes lets the others sit on it too) Although she can be dramatic most of the time, DeerDelight is a warm and friendly critter to be around with~😌 Wow...😗I wrote more than I planned to!😆Still, hope you all like, my lovelies and enjoy!😊👍🏻🫂Also, DogDay and DeerDelight's ship name will be... ...

🐶☀️~Vanilla💛💕🧡Nutmeg~🦋🦌 *~Reblogs are also deeply appreciated as well, so please do reblog as well as like! Thank-you kindly!~*

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[imagines-babes]

cardigan (c!wilbur)

Hello thank you for over 50 followers. This week story is about qsmp and about the egg. This is a long story so just a heads up. There not a lot to say before i just tell you how it goes. But one thing I would say is, The moon is beautiful isn’t it, means I love you. Today song is, cardigan by Taylor Swift. I hope you enjoy and maybe next week story will be about pirate Karl.

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Arriving at the island. Leaving them all behind starting a new live. Forgetting all the rules of my parents. Forgetting what happened that was before here. This is a vacation. Seeing everyone at the station I smiled. That failed till I saw him. My lover. I gave a smile. No more lies No more hiding. No more of any of that. Wanting to walk up to him. He never saw me there. Till his eye meet mine I gave a smile. He hugged me as kiss my lips with a smile.

But that 27 days ago. I haven't seen him in 27 days. I never heard from him or even found where he lives. I thought we were lovers before we came here to Quesadilla. But after the first night here he disappeared. Never to be heard from again. But that's beside the point I have forgotten about him. I think I have. But a lot has happened. Everyone was sent to a pairs and gotten a child(egg). They pair up people with someone who's first language was Spanish or if you spoke Spanish they got paired with someone first language is English. Somewhere in the system there was mix up. I was not picked to have an egg. So the single parents were bad and quackity. I told them both  before everyone went off to show their child around. If they ever needed help to me know or just to message .Looking at all the eggs either parents made me smile. Everyone left the adoption center while I stayed looking around for a egg of my own. But nothing came so i left going to my house and stare at the night sky.

Along this 27 days 3 eggs have died and new homes were build. With the exploring, bad getting on foolish nerves with now Dapper, Slime and Marianna went to court then was behind bars aswell as foolish, Bobby bulling his dad, Foolish love life, don't get me started with it, but he only has eyes for veggeta so i believe him, and many more that i won't go into detail.

This morning, I heard voices near the adoption center as I went in. It looked abandoned, webs with broken glasses and a ladder against the wall. I climb up little by little. ' Fit I don't think I am able to take care of an egg I can barely manage myself,' poking my head out to see fit with Wilbur. After 27 days he comes here and gets a child. 'Oh hey y/n, what are you doing here?' Fit asked to see Wilbur turned see me. Looking passed them to see an egg. 'I was just walking passed till I heard you both talking. Who is this little one?' Passing by them to see her with the same beanie and hair as her father. 'Hey little one I'm y/n and these men are fit and Wilbur wanna come out so we can give you some food and you can run outside?' Steping out of the glass slowly we made our ways to the bottom as i lol at the two. 'Come on you two, oh and fit you can go home to Ramon, if you want I can help Wilbur.' He nods making it to the bottom telling us good luck. Giving us a wave. Looking over to Wilbur. 'So your a father now,' the air was thick as he nods.

Within the first day of getting her, Tallulah, he got attach to her. I started to light up an area for them by the water. For Wilbur, he made a dock for her. For her to do some fishing like he did when he was a child. He made he a fishing pole as she gave him a flower with a smile. Tallulah waited to catch her first fish as i sit on the deck with my leg hanging off touching the water while Wilbur sat beside me. 'How are you feeling?' He turned to look over at me, 'y/n I'm so-' I shake my head, 'that's not what I'm asking. How are you feeling?' He took in a breathe, ' I'm good now, never knew how much my life would change because of Tallulah,' I gave a small smile, 'so where is your child?' That question made my smile disappear. 'The day everyone got their egg i was one of the last one to be assigned. When I walked up to get a ticket nothing happened and their was no egg. So I guess I wasn't fit to be a parent. But I do help other with their kids if they ask.' Tallulah was rolling in the string to pull up something she has caught. 'Dad I have got something,' she started shouting to Wilbur. With him quickly going over to help her caught her first fish. She pulled it in as Wilbur smiled. It was fun father and daughter time and possibly will be one of their first best memories. Across the stream was quackity staring at them both. Starting to walk to wilbur, 'I will be back,' giving across the river I walked up to him. 'It's not fair,' was his first words, 'it's not fair that my tilin had to die while he finds another child to raise.' There were tears in his eyes while I nod. 'Maybe Wilbur isn't tilin father quackity. Maybe it's Luzu remember he wasn't assigned ether. ' he shook his head quickly and replied, 'it's his.' Nothing had came out as I touched his shoulder, 'if you ever want to talk I'll be here,' walking back to Wilbur and Tallulah. They smiled trying to catch another. 'Wil you should talk to him,' he agreed and left tallulah here by the docks. 'Mis y/n do you like my dad,' the question stumble on me while I look across the water. I didn’t want to lie so I told the truth, ‘long ago I was in love with your father but I don’t know about now. Just don’t tell your dad.’ She gives a nod while catching another fish. The two across the water started to yell as I turned to Tallulah. ‘How about we build you a small house for you to sleep in for now while they talk.’ She gives me the fishing pole as she nods. Cutting the grass and picking up flowers we build a small dirt house. Wilbur came back and look defeated. Tallulah notice and gave him a flower. That was putting a smile on his face. Finishing the house and sitting by the water. Wilbur was putting Tallulah asleep as I didn’t know what to do. More like I was procrastinating on if I should go or not. Laying back on the grass with my eyes staring at the moon. Hearing the footsteps come closer. He sat down looking over at me then at the sly. ‘The moon beautiful isn’t it Wilbur?’ He stayed silent for a minute than looked over at me, ‘More beautiful than it know y/n.’

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Mads, I've been Autistic about what breed(s) of dog the FireFam could be and even if you don't like interact w this post I just would like to make you laugh- I may have to post multiples b/c there's A Lot. Ok, so, Bobby is a yellow lab a la Shadow from Homeward Bound and I will die on that hill. Athena is, obv, a Dobie- she's stunning, but a softy for her family but she also makes smiling look like a threat. (1/?)

Thank you for your patience dear I was rushing to finish the F&F AU and was also rather busy this weekend in general. I'm including your other three asks here as screenshots and this all is going to get a bit long so I'm putting everything below a cut to spare people's dashes!

FIRST OF ALL, HOW DARE YOU. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

SHADOW FROM HOMEWARD BOUND!?

I'M GOING TO DROWN IN MY OWN TEARS.

WHEN THE KID IS LIKE OH MAYBE HE WAS TOO OLD AND THEN SHADOW APPEARS BECAUSE HE'S GOING TO COME HOME TO HIS BOY NO MATTER WHAT!!!! G O D

I NEED TO BE SEDATED!!!!

Ahem.

STICK A LITTLE CROWN ON HER AND CALL HER ATHENA!

I babysat for a family that had a Doberman and he was truly a sweetheart. So protective of me and would stay glued to my side while I was there. "A softie for her family but makes smiling look like a threat" is soooooo Athena.

oh my GOD I'm DYING

Look at this baby. Pure fucking ADHD right here. *pats puppy* This guy can fit SO much anxiety and innate need to be of use in him!

I'M FUCKING HOWLING OVER EDDIE. LOOK YOU'RE NOT... YOU'RE NOT WRONG ABOUT THE CORGI COMMENT. THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES. BUT.

This is still Eddie in my opinion.

Someone send that bit about Chim to Kenneth Choi I think he'd find it hysterical.

BEHOLD. CHIMNEY HAN. Look at those EARS.

I also personally could see Chim as a greyhound or a whippet.

Chim's just got this fastness about him that makes me think of that kind of dog. Is this me remembering how he literally just SPRINTED away from Albert while playing basketball because he panicked about lying? Maybe. You can't prove anything.

I had to remind myself what a Chow Chow is and OHMYGOD IT'S SO FLUFFY???

However I always saw Hen as a Great Pyrenees.

These things will fuck you UP. They're flock dogs but not in the Border Collie sense. They don't herd. They kill the predators that try to go after the flock. They will chase down the wolves and destroy them. And they are super super SUPER protective of and gentle with kids. They ADORE kids. So that's my two cents there!

Ohmygod Maddie is SUCH a Border Collie.

INCH resting that you say Standard Poodle for Karen...

Poodles are actually what my mom grew up with and she's always talked about how smart and wonderful they are, she's owned three in her lifetime and adores them. I know they kinda have this stereotype of being snooty but I think they're great and they ARE so fucking smart holy shit. They're smarter than some humans I've met.

However. Chris.

I'm gonna have to fight you (lovingly) on this one, Nonny.

I will say that when I googled this dog I laughed so fucking hard my ribs hurt. I CRIED.

They are very cute as puppies!

However. I must counter-argue and say that Christopher is...

AN ENGLISH CREAM DACHSHUND

*sobbing* look at how CUTE it is!!!!!

*continues sobbing over the cute*

Anyway thus concludes the nonny's opinions, and mine! I had a good laugh over this series of asks, thank you nonny. I hope you had a good weekend.

[abbatoirablaze]

Matched, Elle, Chapter 2

Word Count:  2.2k

Warnings:  cursing, mentions of being hit, being punched, being pistol-whipped, being drugged, noncon relationship. 

“Fucking bitch!” he growled as he continued to rub the bridge of his nose.  Your delta couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched Lloyd glaring at you, “Shut the hell up, Bobby.  What are you even laughing at?  She could have just as easily did this to you...”

“But she didn’t,” he smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest, “because I’m smart enough to know when to give a woman her space.”

“I know when to give a woman her space,” he mocked angrily, sneering at you once more, “yeah, well did you know she had a mean right hook?  Jesus, I think she broke my fucking nose.”

“If you bothered to read her profile when we got her back, or even the first time we matched her, then you would have known,” he pointed out, “she was the reigning quadrant champ in her weight league when she was younger for boxing.”

“Oh, look at me, I’m Bobby and I know everything,” Lloyd mocked once more, “fucking prick.”

“He’s supposed to be my alpha?” you teased, giving the delta a look. 

Bobby snickered and Lloyd shot the two of you another look of rage.

“I’m not a whiny little sigma bitch if that's what you're insinuating,” he spat, “I’m an alpha.  A pack leader.  And I take what is rightfully mine.  That includes you, Elle!”   

“We’ve been looking for you for a long time...” Bobby added in.  He ran a hand over his buzzcut length hair, and you found yourself wondering if he’d done that recently, “We’ve been looking for you a very long time, Ellie Bear.”

Your stomach twisted into a knot, “Wh-what did you just call me?”

“Ellie bear,” he said in a softer tone, “is that a name that you don’t like?”

You shook your head, tears springing to your eyes before you could stop them, “no-no, it’s-my family used to call me that...I-no ones called me that in years.”

“What did they call you?”

“Whatever,” you shrugged, pulling on the sleeves of your worn down jacket, “I-you don’t get friendly enough with people and be able to stay on the run for as long as I was...and it’s better to disguise yourself as a boy so there’s less questions in general.  The quadrants don’t care about another inlet boy.”

“Well, you’re not on the run any longer...” he said with a sad smile, “you can come home to us, and we’ll take care of you...”

“Yeah, we’ll take care of you really good, Ellie.”

“Don’t call me that,” you hissed, “don’t call me that name.  I didn’t go by it for nine years when I was on the run from you and-“

“And now that you’re not on the run, you will go by it.  Because it’s your name, Elle,” Lloyd spat, speaking up, “speaking of how much time you managed to waste by avoiding us, they’re going to collar you.  Least until we’re sure that you won’t run again.”

Your heart rate spiked as you looked between the two men, “What?  C-Collar me?  But why?  You know where I am.  I-you two caught me...”

Lloyd smirked, a smug look crossing his features, “what?  Don’t like that we can’t trust you, princess? Or you don't like the thought that now you can't outrun us again?”

“I-“

“Get over it,” he growled, “because of your little stunt, they’re going to be all over you like white on rice. And so will we!”

You felt the anxiety dwelling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of being collared. 

When you were younger, you’d seen it a few times, mainly on at-risk women who were likely to run away. 

And girls from the inlet who wouldn’t be able to score high enough for a well-to-do man, but who’s parents needed money, so they were sold for the first four years to pleasure houses to pay their family debts.

“I-I can’t be collared,” you said quickly, rising from your seat.  You rushed Bobby, putting your hands on his chest.  His shirt wrinkled underneath your fingertips, “P-please.  I can’t.  They-that’s too demeaning.  You can’t let-“

“Not up to me, sweetheart,” he frowned sympathetically with a shrug.  He pulled a cigarette from his back pocket and lit up, inhaling deeply before tucking the pack back into his pocket, “that decision is on our alpha.  And if Lloyd can’t trust you, neither can any of us. And then it’s what it is. It's happening.”

You looked once more to Lloyd as Bobby exhaled, the cloud of smoke enveloping you. 

And a new, bitter taste filled your mouth as a new level of his smug aura filled the small intake space.

“Wanna get on your knees and start begging, cupcake?” he asked with a shit-eating grin, “prove you wanna be with us, and I might just let you pick out a designer collar instead of one of those ugly basic things.”

“You’re disgusting!” you spat, glaring at the man.

“Oh, I’ll win you over one day,” he smirked, “we scored too closely on our tests for you not to fall in love with me.”

“No one could ever love you,” you rebuked, “keep your delusions to yourself, alpha.”

“You know, I almost regret pistol whipping you and knocking you out to get you back to HQ...until those pretty little lips open up...and god, when they do, part of me wishes I could do it all over again,” he said, before narrowing his eyes. You caught Bobby shooting him a glare, but he chose to ignore it, “think I might ask if they’ll allow me to muzzle you too.  It’s rare, but who knows...you are very high risk now that we’ve got you back. Run away once already...who knows what lies you’d spew to get away from us.”

Your jaw twitched, “you wouldn’t.”

“Try me, pumpkin.”

You nearly stumbled over the threshold of the large home.  Bobby gave you a sympathetic look before turning to your alpha, “is all of this really necessary, Hansen?  She seemed civil enough in the intake room with just us...”

“I don’t trust her!” he said simply, before pulling on the leash once again, “come on, angel...we’re already late enough because you bit the tech who put the collar on you.”

You huffed under your breath, and he gave you a smile, “what was that, princess?  I couldn’t hear you over the muzzle!”

Your eyes narrowed at him, and he chuckled.

“Are you two going to act like this for the rest of our lives?” Bobby asked. 

Lloyd shrugged, his moustache lifting ever so slightly as he muttered a soft, “depends on her...she gives us some brats as insurance, maybe she’ll lose the collar and muzzle and leash...til then...that’s on each of you when you have your private time with her.”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, and Bobby shook his head, “it’s not what you think, Ellie.  I-“

“Oh, it’s exactly what she thinks,” Lloyd smirked, “you see, Elle, we have a special little set up here...each of us have a wing in the house where we can utilize it however, we see fit...my goals are great sex and a few brats...you know, be a real family man...probably make Johnny, Charles, and Jefferson raise em, but that’s a problem for another day...Bobby here is surprisingly up for filling this fucking place with his little bastards too.  See, nine years ago if you’d have met him he was on my page...just wanted a good girl to drain our balls and keep the halls quiet...but that pack he turned in before you did a number on him...he got a little taste of being an alpha when he found out about that sigma fuck imposter and he had to play my role...ever since then he’s been daydreaming of dipping his dick in that sweet little honeypot of yours and coming out with a houseful of little carbon copies.  Charles is all about his ego, so keep sucking his dick dry and he probably won’t notice there’s silence in his wing.  He wants a prim and proper lady and thought he had it in you with your hoity toity government family, but he’ll be in for a shocker when he sees just how wrong he was.  And as for Jefferson and Johnny...well, they are both a little squirrely and up for anything.  Could charm the pants off anyone, but they’re pretty fucking useless otherwise...honestly, you could probably get either one of them to turn off the lights and suck good old Chucky boy dry and spend some more time in my bed if you really wanted to.”  

You groaned, your stomach turning at the thought of spending any alone time with the man who was designated as your alpha. 

Bobby chuckled when he caught your reaction, “I’m sure she’ll cherish all the time she has away from you, Lloyd...just like the rest of us do.”

“I’ll remind you that I’m your alpha,” he grumbled, following the delta further into the house, “and I-“

“WELCOME HOME!” two of the three remaining men cheered when you three rounded the corner.  They had been blowing noisemakers and waving around ribbons, but stopped when they saw how Lloyd was leading you in.

“What the actual fuck?” Jefferson asked, his brow quirking at you as the noise maker fell from his mouth, “what did you do to her, Lloyd?”

“What did you do to our flower?” Johnny asked, rushing you. 

You immediately went to take a step back, but stopped when the leash kept you in place. 

“Oh my god, what happened to your face?” Jefferson asked as he turned his attention to Lloyd.  Lloyd sneered at him.

“Alright, back it up, Jefferson,” he grumbled, “what happened was that I claimed our little princess here and brought her home to us once and for all.  You’re welcome!”

“Everyone...this is Ellie...” Bobby smiled proudly, “she beat the shit out of Lloyd when he cornered her.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” Charles grumbled as he downed his drink and put the rocks glass back on the counter, “this is what we waited for and she’s fucking feral!”

“She-she’s just a little rough around the edges, Charles...” Jefferson tried, giving him a soft look, “give her a chance.”

You frowned as he picked up the bottle of scotch and started out of the kitchen.

“I’m going to be in my wing if any of you need me,” he grumbled, not bothering to look back as he disappeared down the hall, “call me when she learns how to speak English and act like a woman and not a beast.”

“He uh-he’s been a little moody since he was pulled from his last match.” Johnny tried to apologize.

“You’re not supposed to tell her about that!” Jefferson hissed, hitting Johnny in the arm.  Your eyes snapped to Lloyds, the conversation replaying in your head.  He averted your gaze.

“Look, we all said yes,” Johnny said quickly, as he undid the leash and pulled off your muzzle, “we could have said no when Lloyd approached us about being pulled from our matches, but you are the highest any of us have ever scored, and-“

But you had immediately turned your attention back to Lloyd, a new anger pulsing through you, “YOU RIPPED THEM ALL FROM OTHER MATCHES?  YOU SAID THEY ALL FELL APART!”

“Hey-stop hitting me-CUPCAKE-STOP IT!” he yelled, “BOBBY!”

Bobby wrapped his arms around you from behind and you tried to fight him off, but he was too big. 

“PUT ME DOWN!” you squealed, “Put me down.  I-“

You were muzzled once more when Lloyd ripped the device from Johnny’s hands, “you fucking idiot.  She didn’t know any of that.  This is why you need to think before you speak, Storm.”

You were fighting in Bobby’s arms, and your hair was in your face, but you didn’t let that stop you.  You could hear fumbling from beside you as Johnny apologized to Lloyd and Jefferson asked him, “What are you doing?”

A pinch in your arm made you kick even harder, if only for a second before a warmth flooded through your body. 

“This is why I said no parties,” Lloyd spat angrily, “I knew that she’d be damned near feral when we found her.  For fucks sakes, she’s been alone for nine years without any of us.  Bobby, is the sedative kicking in?”

“Yeah?” he nodded, the timbre of his voice softly lulling you into a darkness, “I can feel her heartrate slowing down...and she’s still squirming, but not as much.”

“Put her in your room for the night...but make sure that she’s tied down,” he huffed, “we don’t need her escaping us yet again.”

“Yeah...” You felt yourself shift in Bobby’s arms and suddenly you were seeing images of his face.    Pictures entered your mind of nine years ago when he had his long hair and aviators. 

Your hand reached up and you stroked his cheek and it was back to his buzzcut and sad eyes, “Pretty, pretty man...”

He took a sad, deep sigh, looking at you for a moment as he started down another hall, “it’ll get better, Ellie...it’ll all be okay, I promise.”

And then your world went dark.

Chapter 3

[spotsandsocks]

Just Another Minute

Just another coma!Buck fic speculation thing to join the others floating around. Exciting times. 1.2k. Nothing fancy, Buck won’t wake up. Eddie waits.

Read on AO3

“Hey Buck, it’s me.”

He doesn’t want to hold his hand yet. He has once before, only once. He’d held his hand and helped him bear the pain a little longer. Buck’s not in pain this time but he must have been, at least for a second or maybe it was longer. He doesn’t know, can’t ask because he’s not here to tell him.

Gritted teeth and deep breaths do nothing to stop the silent tears tracking down his face. He doesn’t care who sees them, once he might have but not anymore.

It must have hurt, he must have felt it, blinding white pain that consumes everything, wipes everything else away. That was what he’d felt, the last thing he’d felt. He probably didn’t even know he’d fallen. He probably hadn’t had time to be scared.

Gone in a flash.

Falling.

Eddie had plenty of time to be terrified. Far too much time. Buck falling; falling and hanging there limp lifeless, possibly dead; probably dead. Gone.

For far too long he hadn’t known if he was living in a world that no longer had Evan Buckley in it. He’d shouted, God had he shouted, till his voice was hoarse. 

Nothing. No sign from Buck, no clue to cling to. 

With every step he took upwards, rain pelting him, fear gripping him, he knew that Buck  would have reached for him, moved, given him a sign if he could have but he didn’t. It meant that until he was on the ground Eddie had thought he’d lost him. 

His bottom lip twitches and trembles and not for the first time today. He grips it with his teeth and tastes blood. He’s always bleeding. Bleeding out, this time from a broken heart, dying on the inside while he stares at Buck too scared to hold his hand again. 

Buck didn’t bleed, not a drop on him. Strange how Eddie nearly died with his blood spilling all over the street and Buck might die without losing a drop. Both of them left with a scar though. He’s seen the lightning marks. Buck would probably know so many facts about them, obsessed with natural disasters right? 

Eddie doesn’t know anything about them except he’s scared to touch them too. Make them real. If he doesn’t touch maybe none of this will be real. 

He knows it is. 

He also knows what it’s like now to live in a world without Buck. That can’t be allowed to happen again. Buck needs to live so Eddie can hold his hand and tell him. Tell him everything that he’s been hiding. 

He can at least start with the first truth he has.

“You need to stay with me, ok?” Tears fill his eyes again. One truth and the rest flows out after it like a dam breaking. 

“Please stay, I I can’t. Not without you. Please. It’s my own fault I know. I got used to you being there. I don’t know how to do it on my own any more.”

Quieter now, although there’s no one to hear him anyway.

“I don’t want to, I don’t want to do it on my own. I want to do it with you. Please come back so we can.”

Buck’s chest rises and falls. His heart is beating again now. They got him back. His hand is probably warm. It hadn’t been last time they’d held hands under that damn ladder truck. The ladder had done it to him again this time too. Eddie needs to make sure Buck stays away from them from now on.

Last time he’d been hurt this badly Eddie had held his hand and it had been cold, so cold. He doesn’t want to hold his hand when he’s cold or still, he wants Buck warm and alive and laughing when he reaches out and holds him next time. 

He knows he might not get that. This might be his only chance. He wishes he could move and hold him now.

“Eddie?”

Bobby’s voice. It scares him, makes him move quickly, making a choice at last. He grabs onto Buck’s hand and claims him, pure instinct. Mine. They’re not taking him away, they can’t make him leave. He won’t do it.

“Eddie. We should get going.”

He was expecting something like that, his hand tightens around Buck’s. Bobby can’t really think he’d just get up and leave can he? He doesn’t even look up at him. His eyes need to be watching Buck in case there’s any change. There hasn’t been yet, not for hours. 

“No. I’m not leaving him alone. He doesn’t like to be alone.”

Bobby’s voice is closer now.

“I know.” 

Their Captain is in the room now and Eddie glances up. Bobby looks so much older than the last time he saw him. He’s looking at Buck too, eyes full of hurt and fear. Eddie wonders vaguely what kind of picture he makes himself, sitting here clinging onto Buck  like he’s the only thing stopping him from drowning.

He is; he has been for the longest time. And now he’s not gone and Eddie’s sinking without him. 

“Mind if  I sit with you both?  If it’s ok, I’d  like to.”

Eddie nods, gives his permission as if he has the right to say who can and can’t be with Buck. He knows he hasn’t. He wishes he did. He will do one day. 

They sit silently and Bobby prays, lips moving silently. Eddie does too. They pray for the man they both love in different ways to come back to them. 

Eddie waits and he watches.

Maybe it will be like on the ladder,  he was taken in a flash. Maybe that’s how he’ll come back to them  in a flash, between one breath and the next, maybe he’ll just open his eyes, smile and be back.

He’ll  just keep watching until he does. Buck won’t leave him. He won’t. Buck has his back. He promised. He’s turned up every time Eddie’s needed him. Now won’t be any different. He believes in Buck. He believes in them.

Eddie can wait. He plans to wait forever if necessary but it won’t be necessary. Buck will open his eyes and then he won’t wait anymore. He’ll tell him everything and then he’ll be able to hold his hand whenever he likes and see Buck smile and kiss that smile and things will be just as they should be. 

He just needs to wait. 

It won’t take long. Just a little longer that’s all it will take. He’ll wait for another minute more. Then another. One minute at a time. As many minutes as it takes.

He’ll be back in a flash. He knows it.  Buck’s  hand isn’t cold but it’s not warm either, halfway between, just like the man on the bed. Not gone but not here.

He should be warmer but Eddie can share his own warmth until Buck comes back. He doesn’t mind. Anything he has is Buck’s anyway. He slides his other hand on top of the one that’s far too still, holding it safe between both of own.

“Hey Buck I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie holds onto Buck’s hand and waits patiently to be given his future back.

It won’t take long.

Just another minute

Just another minute.

Just another minute.

It won’t take long.

Just another minute.

[starringvincentprice]

Got tagged by my beloved @majortomwaits to do this and i do love exposing my music taste <3

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people

S: So Said The Lighthouse Keeper - Klaatu

T: Thriller - Michael Jackson

A: Angst in My Pants - Sparks

R: Randy Scouse Git - The Monkees

R: RYDEEN - Yellow Magic Orchestra

I: In Dreams - Roy Orbison

N: Never Be Mine - Kate Bush

G: Gratitude - Oingo Boingo

V: Virtual Survivor - John Carpenter

I: I Me Mine - The Beatles

N: Nicotina - Sparks

C: Cambodia - Kim Wilde

E: Earth Angel - The Penguins

N: New Year's Evil - Shadow

T: Think I'm In Love Again - Diana Ross

P: Psycho Killer - Talking Heads

R: Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush

I: I'm Your Puppet - James and Bobby Purify

C: Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft - Klaatu

E: Every Time I Look At You - Hall and Oates

I tag @surrender-souls @ashton-slashton @musicthatyoucandanceto @alliswyattonthewesternfront @fortheturnstiles @changretta @nitronine @platsicbeach @evildilf2 @its-ya-boy-spidey @stereoversion @exdeputysonso @ziggysgender @sgtruttersdartsclubband @sporkspagel @theboarsbride @othehorrorz @thegorezone @hobbitmajora @phibes

[shefanispeculator]

For every new star on the recording scene, there is at least one unheralded industry drone without whom that star might never have shone. In the case of Blake Shelton, who is about to receive his well-deserved Hollywood Walk of Fame star after more than two decades as one of country music’s best, there are probably more like a dozen heroes who made Blake’s incredible career possible.

One of those heroes is your humble Nashville correspondent, me. No, that’s the truth. Once or twice in your life the impossible hits you between the eyes and you need to be prepared if you want to turn it into pure sunshine before the inevitable eclipse drifts in.

One day in 1995 or 1996 I got a call from Jim Sharpe, then publisher of American Songwriter magazine.  He had found this big kid from Oklahoma, best singer he’d ever heard, would I like to come by the office to hear him sing?  “Why?” I asked. You see, I was trying to dodge what the gods were hurling at me.  I was done with the music business. I would just be a waste of this kid’s time.

But a week or two later found me in Sharpe’s office shaking hands with this kid, six-foot-four, great looking, with a big, black cowboy hat, big black Takamine guitar, a voice so huge it shook the walls of Sharpe’s office, and a laugh to match.

I was hooked, and soon we were writing songs together every Tuesday.

But nothing further happened until a couple from California hired me to run their music publishing company. We signed Shelton to a publishing deal. And then nothing more happened. I learned that he’d already been turned down by labels all over Music Row, talent be damned.

Now comes the big twist in the story.

I’m not the hero, after all.  The hero is a guy I’m about to call. Bobby Braddock has written or co-written many of country music’s biggest hits, including “He Stopped Loving Her Today,” “I Wanna Talk About Me,” “People Are Crazy,” “Golden Ring,” “Time Marches On” and “D-I-V-O-R-C-E.”  He also produces terrific demos and he’s always wanted to produce records.

The call goes like this:

“Hello, Homer (his phone name is Homer, and mine is Jethro). I’ve got something I want you to hear.” I’m holding an old microcassette tape recorder in my right hand, and a telephone receiver in my left. This phone call is high-tech. I push the recorder flush against my telephone mouthpiece and press the start button. Homer listens to Blake sing for a little more than two minutes.  When the tape has finished playing, Bobby speaks.

“The song is OK, but who’s that singer?”

“He’s 20 years old and we signed him a couple of months ago,” I reply.

“He sounds like a young Hank Jr. Can I meet him?”

The three of us met at Braddock’s house and Braddock and Shelton hit it off immediately. Braddock agreed to produce Shelton, and Braddock persuaded his publishing company, Sony/ATV Music, to pay for the session. That’s a big deal, to get a producer and publisher to put time and money into a session.  But the hard part is not cutting the session — it’s getting a record company to love the session and sign the artist.

Armed with the fresh recording, Braddock hit the pavement. One label at a time. Fortunately, in 1998, there were still a lot of record labels left in Nashville.

“I took Blake’s CD all over town,” says Braddock. “RCA showed some interest, but they passed. Arista Records showed enough interest to request a showcase, and we gave it to them, then they passed. I was running out of record labels. The last label I went to was Giant Records, an affiliate of Warner Bros. Doug Johnson listened hard. And he said yes.”

Now life got tougher. Braddock produced an album by Shelton. Virtually everybody at the label loved it. Braddock, Shelton and a whole lot of other people waited for the album to be released. And they waited. People wondered why they waited.

Then Debbie Zavitson, a stalwart of Giant Records’ A&R department, received a CD from publisher Jana Talbot of a special song called “Austin,” written by David Kent and Kirsti Manna. Braddock, Shelton and a handful of great session players went to Sound Stage recording studio on Music Circle South and cut “Austin” and two other songs. Braddock recalls that the label had picked another song for the first single, but he had sent copies of the session to several friends and they felt that “Austin” was the hit. He took this new information from “the people,” and, he says, convinced the label to go with “Austin” instead. Then they waited, and while they waited, rumors circulated that Giant Records might soon be closing down.

“It took Giant three years to put out Blake’s record,” says Braddock, his brow furrowed in puzzlement over the memory. “And it never would have gotten out at all, if it hadn’t been for Fritz Kuhlman!”

Braddock would later refer to Kuhlman as “the promotion man who committed mutiny.” Kuhlman had heard the rumors about Giant, and while he was not a powerful executive at the label, he did have the ability to send out copies of “Austin” to country radio stations all over the country. And that’s just what he did, because he believed in “Austin.” 

Stations began to play “Austin,” but Giant closed its doors anyway. By this time it didn’t matter. “Austin” was hot with or without a label. Giant’s parent company, Warner Bros., picked up the record and ran with it, and thanks to Kuhlman, “Austin” became a multi-week No. 1 country smash. 

Country music had a brand new star. Over the next two decades, Shelton would pump out hit after hit, and become a national TV icon on the worldwide hit show “The Voice,” as well as a member of the venerable Grand Ole Opry. I can’t help but think of the many heroes it took to make it happen for Blake Shelton.

Of course there’s Shelton, with all that talent, heart and personality. Then there’s Bobby Braddock, one of Nashville’s greatest songwriters, listening to hundreds of other people’s songs in search of that special one for Shelton. And Braddock in the studio, hour after hour, with some of the world’s best studio musicians, background singers and studio engineers, pursuing the perfect record. Then cruising from label to label, determined to find a yes among all the inevitable no answers. And then there’s me, playing a cassette over the phone to my friend Braddock, who I thought was a genius in a recording studio.

And gutsy Kuhlman, on his own, mailing out CDs on a wing and a prayer.

Lots of other heroes, too, braving the stiff competition: promoters, publicists, A&R people, bookers, roadies, managers — and nobody outside the business knows their names. It took a lot of skill and experience to make a music industry in those days, and I like to think it still does.

[arianatheangel-girl]

Agent Elvis Bloopers, Part 2

Author’s note: So...I couldn’t resist making another one lol! I think maybe I could turn this into a series or something lol.

Ep. 1 (Part 2)

SCENE: The gallows. Elvis, Cece, and the others are tied up and being forced to listen to Manson’s ramblings. Suddenly, in the middle of Manson’s speech, Elvis starts twisting and turning in his chair in obvious discomfort.

M (in the middle of his monologue): Actually, pretty much everyone else gets drugs. Don’t forget to get drugs, everybody! Now, I know what you’re thinking, you’re worried you might not--

E (keeps twisting in discomfort): Stop this! Please, you gotta untie me!

M (confused, as he knows that’s not part of the script, but thinking Elvis is ad-libbing, he tries to go with it and starts to redo the line): Like I said, dude, you gotta join the family first. Now, I know what you’re thinking, you’re worried--

E (beginning to sweat, almost yelling): Dude, I’m fuckin’ serious here! I ain’t acting! Hurry up and untie me!

M: Uh...okay, sure dude.

After Manson finishes untying him, Elvis runs off the set like a maniac, with everybody giving confused looks. After a little while, the sound of a toilet flushing is heard offscreen and Elvis returns, smoothing his clothes and his hair in the process before he sits down again.

E: Ugh. Sorry, guys. I had way too much coffee and it started fighting those three fried PB& banana sandwiches I had for lunch. Okay, I’m all right now. Sorry!

C: Wait, did you say fried PB& banana sandwiches? Eeew.

E: Hey, don’t knock ‘em until you try ‘em.

Director (sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose): CUT! Okay, guys, I’m only gonna say this once: go to the bathroom before shooting, got it?!

****

SCENE: The big fight. Elvis, Cece and the others (minus Bobby Ray) have managed to escape and are now hacking away at Manson’s “family”. They then notice that despite their attacks, many of the cult members are still standing.

E: Huh. Well, that’s new.

C: They’re not going down! They’re like...hippie zombies--!

M: Even better! They’re so high they can’t feel a thing! It’s beautiful, man!

Cece reaches for her knife to stab one of the “zombies” behind her, but instead suddenly pulls out what looks like a large rubber chicken.

C: Huh? Wait, this isn’t mine!

She begins to laugh, followed by Elvis and the others.

Director: CUT! Alright, who replaced Cece’s knife with a rubber chicken?

Scatter begins laughing maniacally in the background.

Director: Ugh, Scatter! Really?! We don’t have time for practical jokes! All right, let’s reset! Wipe off the blood and let’s go again!

****

SCENE: Graceland. Elvis and Priscilla are sitting and watching his comeback special, with Priscilla cuddled up to Elvis on the couch. Priscilla’s supposed to lean over to kiss Elvis, but after the “action” call, nothing happens.

E: Uh...honey? You okay?

Elvis gently pokes Cilla’s shoulder and her cheek, before hearing a soft snore; he realizes she’s fallen asleep on him. 

E (laughs softly): Uh, maybe we should try this tomorrow.

****

SCENE: The bar. Cece’s enjoying a drink and talking with the Commander in the shadows.

C: He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.

Co (speaking a little more slowly than usual): Well, not exactly. Maybe I’m underselling this a bit. The monkey--

The bartender interrupts

B: Hey, Don Corleone! Your Manhattan’s ready!

The Commander turns around and steps out of the shadows, already looking like he’s had a few drinks before unsteadily reaching for the next one.

Director: CUT! Look, save the alcohol for the end of the day, please!

Ep. 2 coming soon! Thanks for reading! Sorry this is a shorter one; I just didn’t want to make this part too long.

[joslincox]

Middle School: Biology Immune Soundtrack

Genres: Hip Hop • R&B • Alternative Rock

Track Listing:

Air Force Ones - St. Lunatics

Let Me Blow Your Mind - Eve ft. Gwen Stefani

The Hell Song - Sum 41

What If - Aaliyah

Foolish - Ashanti

Ruff Ryders Anthem - DMX

Hot In Herre - Nelly

Lose Yourself - Eminem

Jenny From The Block - Jennifer Lopez

Caramel - City High ft. Eve

Full Moon - Brandy

Work It - Missy Elliott

Still Fly - Big Tymers

Sk8ter Boi - Avril Lavigne

The Anthem - Good Charlotte

Grow Up - Simple Plan

All The Small Things - Blink-182

Uh-Huh - B2K

Good Times - Styles P

All I Have - LL Cool J ft. Jennifer Lopez

It's The Weekend - Lil J ft. Kandi

No Scrubs - TLC

Po' Folks - Nappy Roots

Stingy - Ginuwine

Too Hood - Monica

Still Dre - Dr. Dre

Ooh, Ooh - Willa Ford

Where The Party At - Jagged Edge

Stay The Night - IMX

Call Me - Tweet

Welcome to Atlanta - Jermaine Dupri

Addictive - Truth Hurts

Thug Lovin' - Ja Rule ft. Bobby Brown

I Wanna Know - Joe

Playas Gon' Play - 3LW

U Got It Bad - Usher

Braid My Hair - Mario

Wait A Minute - Ray J ft. Lil Kim

Just In Case - Nivea

I Heard It All Before - Sunshine Anderson

2 Way - Lil Romeo

Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Steelo - 702 ft. Missy Elliott

I Do - Blaque ft. Lisa "Left-Eye" Lopes

All I Need - Aaliyah

I'm A Thug - Trick Daddy

What's My Age Again - Blink-182

Basket Case - Green Day

Flavor Of The Weak - American Hi-Fi

Still Waiting - Sum 41

Party Hard - Andrew W.K

Turn It Out - De La Soul ft. Elizabeth "Yummy" Bingham

Makin' Good Love - Avant

You Know That I Love You - Dontell Jones

7 Days - Craig David

Why Did You Have to Be - Debelah Morgan

Why Don't We Fall In Love - Amerie

I Should Be... - Dru Hill

Mesmerize - Ja Rule ft. Ashanti

Solo Star - Solange

Fabulous - Jaheim

Punk Rock 101 - Bowling For Soup

Fome Is Dape - Little T and One Track Mike

It Wasn't Me - Shaggy

Bounce With Me - Lil Bow Wow ft. Xscape

Bootylicious - Destiny's Child

Unpretty - TLC

Bad Boy For Life - Diddy

Who's That Girl - Eve

Welcome to Paradise - Green Day

Come On, Come On - Smash Mouth

Bounce - System Of a Down

Ms. Jackson - Outkast

Open - Brandy

We Need a Resolution - Aaliyah

Lapdance - N.E.R.D

Hey Ma - Cam'ron

Case Of The Ex (What'cha Gonna Do) - Mýa

Break Ya Neck - Busta Rhymes

Area Codes - Ludacris

Take It To Da House - Trick Daddy

Here We Go Again - Nappy Roots

Without Me - Eminem

Watch Me Do My Thing - IMX

Key To My Heart - Craig David

Summer In The City - St. Lunatics

2nd Best - Cherise ft. Dino

Cool Daddy Cool - Kid Rock ft. Joe C

Who's There - Smash Mouth

Perfect - Simple Plan

Girl All The Bad Guys Want - Bowling For Soup

One Step Closer - Linkin Park

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Toxicity - System Of a Down

Pull Over - Trina

In Da Wind - Trick Daddy

What Would You Do - City High

Rider Like Me - Ezekiel Lewis

U Don't Got To Call - Usher

Don't Mess With My Man - Nivea ft. Jagged Edge

Dilemma - Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland

Big Ball - Drama

Freaks Come Out At Night - Uncle Kracker

Back That Azz Up - Juvenile

What About Us - Brandy

Satellite - P.O.D

Formal Invite - Ray J ft. Pharrell Williams

Jump - Kriss Kross

It's Tricky - Run DMC

Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

Waterfalls - TLC

More Than a Woman - Aaliyah

Son Of a Gun - Janet Jackson

Knock Yourself Out - Jadakiss

You Rock My World - Michael Jackson

Can't Deny It - Fabulous

Move Bitch - Ludacris

Love Me or Leave Me - Ms. Toi

I’m Real - Jennifer Lopez ft. Ja Rule

Fallin' - Alicia Keys

Video - India.Arie

How You Remind Me - Nickelback

Private Eye - Alkaline Trio

The Rock Show - Blink-182

Fat Lip - Sum 41

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

She Is Beautiful - Andrew W.K

Complicated - Avril Lavigne

Take It Off - The Donnas

I'm Just a Kid - Simple Plan

Swing, Swing - The All-American Rejects

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

Country Grammar (Hot Shit) - Nelly

The Next Episode - Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg

Get Ur Freak On - Missy Elliott

It's All About Me - Mýa

The Boy Is Mine - Brandy and Monica

Fill Me In - Craig David

Independent Women - Destiny's Child

Don't Think I'm Not - Kandi

Opps (Oh My) - Tweet

No More Drama - Mary J. Blige

Love Don't Cost a Thing - Jennifer Lopez

Island in the Sun - Weezer

Rollout (My Business) - Ludacris

No More (Baby I'ma Do Right) - 3LW

As If - Blaque

[neurodivergentbraingoblins]

Okay, I need advice or information or something because I'm very confused right now.

So the name "Neurodivergent Brain Goblins" comes from these bits of myself that I've named and given an identity to in order to help other people understand my brain.

I've had neuropsych testing done (4.5 hrs of testing, surveys, and forms). They agreed that I have C-PTSD and dissociative symptoms with a somatoform disorder, but they don't agree that I have DID because I don't lose time and don't have other personalities that take over/replace mine.

My brain goblins are their own people but also are just me. Mini little parts of me that sometimes control more of my life than I often do.

Reynold is my logic. He is my assistant manager who definitely wasn't given enough training and is more of a glorified babysitter than anything else 😅 I honor the amount of shit he puts up with every day. He is second in command and acts as a buffer to all the other brain goblins.

Then there is Jeff 🫠 I call him my ADHD goblin. Jeff loves buttons. He loves pushing them and watching them light up and hearing them make noise. Jeff also loves running around, jumping, making ridiculous noises, and seeing how many times he can do the same exact thing in a row before it pisses everyone else off 🤣 sometimes Reynold will give Jeff a tennis ball to go bounce against the wall for a while just so he can get some real work done.

(I'm not done drawing Jeff, but this is him so far 😊 he is a very mischievous little shit lol)

I also have Frank my OCD Goblin. He carries around an abacus instead of a calculator because 1. He is obsessed with numbers and 2. Physically moving the pieces to count calms his anxiety 😅. Frank loves simple repetitive tasks that he can do on repeat so he can count them over and over again. He often teams up with Jeff because of this and then they bug Reynold all day. Kind of a "hey! Hey! Hey check this out! Look what we can do! Hey!"

Bobby is my Autism Goblin 🤣 I love him so much but like sometimes I just.. he tries so hard and his effort is absolutely beautiful, but he just isn't good at any of it 🙃 he is the director of communication, so anytime I socialize Bobby shows up to help navigate talking. But like he just REALLY isn't good at it 🤣 the heart and soul he puts into it though is why he is still the communications director 🥰

I also have Manic Manny, Depression Dave, Sensory Sally. Though they like to work from behind the scenes. Their control is really strong but everything they do is by sneaking up and whispering in Reynolds ear and *poof* disappearing. He can't ever see them, but the weird creepy crawly feeling they give him makes him act on what they said every single time.

There are lots of other Goblins that work in this factory, but they are more like background characters? Like, everyone has a job, but most are just quiet office workers that help to keep the lights on 😅

If you have read this far thank you so much!! My question now is, what are my brain goblins? Is this DID or is it something else?? Tbh I don't really care what it is because these are my Brain Goblins and I love them no matter how much they annoy me 😅 but I also like learning information because sometimes it can really help me with managing life lol