#obv i already knew that my own fic was the only one in there but like. i can dream.

[softgrungeprophet]

*clenches fist* this is my suffering

[atyourmerci]

Dom!abby cockwarming you during a scary movie ☽

CW: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, sub!reader, cockwarming obv, hair pulling, little degradation, spit??, sleeping with fingers inside, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: is this me procrastinating a full fic or me missing Halloween you pick your fighter!

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She knew you hated scary movies, she knew you’d get so freaked you’d jump into her lap and shove your face in her neck to avoid any jumpscares.

What you didn’t know was that the entire time she was strapped underneath her baggy grey sweatpants. Her clit throbbing in anticipation as you inch closer to her slowly.

She just wanted to make you feel safe, and how much safer could you get with her six inches deep into your cunt?

You were practically already on top of her, legs splayed over her muscly thighs, head nudged into crease of her neck, and eyes barely peering at the screen, hidden by the golden pieces of hair that framed her face.

She was so close to picking you up and moving you there herself, she couldn’t even focus on the movie, gawking at your bare thighs. She couldn’t wait to have you whining on top of her cock.

One last jump scare and you were done, crawling up onto her lap in search of comfort, little did you know you it would only get worse.

She giggles as you realize the destiny she set out for you. Widening your mouth at the realization and staring at her shit eating grin.

“Abs you- are you-“ before you can even finish she’s gripping the back of your neck to pull you into her open mouth, using her free hand to shift you into a straddle.

You can’t help but to grind onto the bulge over her sweats, moaning into her mouth. She takes the opportunity in stride to watch how pathetic you already are, “let’s make a deal-“ she says shoving her hand down your pajama shorts to drag agonizingly slow circles at your clit, “you’re gonna wrap this needy little cunt around my cock for the rest of the movie, and if you can finish it, I’ll let you cum.”

You whine at her proposal, just wanting to throw out the movie completely and let her split you open already. “B-but what if I can’t,” you pout.

She removes her hand to shimmy down her sweats just enough that the plastic cock springs out. Gripping into your thighs she turns you around to face the screen. She pulls the thin cloth of your pajama shorts to the side and guides you onto the strap, following a guttural plea pulled from your throat.

She pulls you gently by the hair so your back is flesh with her chest, “then I’ll sleep inside of you tonight,” she finishes her deal.

You whine at the sensation, the threat, and the desire to bounce on her cock without her permission. She loved doing this to you- seeing how needy you’d get for her to move.

But you knew your consequences, if you moved without her permission she’d just edge you over and over again, ruining every orgasm she was nice enough to bring you close to, but mean enough to never let you finish.

You were being so good, now that you were focused on her cock stuffing you full you, the movie wasn’t bothering you. You tried not making any noises knowing she’s get bored and thrust into you for her own amusement.

Your teeth were breaking the skin of your lip as she gripped into your hips and pulled you back harshly onto the plastic once. Almost drawing blood into the palms of your hands from your fingernails you try not to break. Thank god it wasn’t a real dick because you could feel yourself pulsing around the plastic.

She leans back into the shell of your ear, “you can play cool all you want, you’re soaking my fucking cock,” she says driving another thrust into you.

This time you can’t help but let out the whine pent up inside you, “awh there’s my slut, tell me how bad you need it,” abby coos.

“Please abs- please, I need you,” you beg as she lets out pleased sighs. This is exactly what she wanted, breaking you into a desperate mess on her cock, begging for friction.

“Be a good girl and suck on my fingers,” abby says, placing her two fingers at the entrance of your mouth, waiting for you to take the initiation.

Which you do, rolling and lapping your tongue around her thick fingers, knowing exactly what I’d get you in return.

Once she was pleased she removed them, taking them back to her own mouth, shooting her own spit on them and wrapping her forearm around your hip to rub circles on your swollen clit.

“Now show me how badly you need it,” a relieved sigh leaves your mouth at her approval. This is her way of showing you can finally use her cock to please yourself.

Bouncing up and down onto the soaking plastic as she shows no remorse on your clit. Even after you come, until the movie is over you have to keep her inside of you. She gives you a moment to regroup after an orgasm since you were good, but when she’s ready for another one she thrusts back in to signal you to start again.

She was nice this time, letting you sleep with her two fingers nuzzled into your cunt instead of the strap. 

[bulletswithribbons]

Loving and fearless

TateLangdonxFem!reader // NSFW

Summary: You find out your boyfriend is a mass murderer. He's worried about what you will think of him but he never knew you weren't a good girl from the very start.

Warnings: Smut (obv), unprotected piv, sex with feelings, implied murder...

Word count: 1.7k

a/n: Ok so sorry I took really long to write a new fic I was working on a Part 2 for my Kai one but then thought of this. Had to write it down to satisfy my pookies since I didn't take so long writing it. Basically why it's short.

𝕱𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖙 ⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚

“Are you scared?” He asks. He wasn’t trying to hide it, nor deny it. He just wanted you to accept it as it is. He was no saint, but so weren’t you. No sugarcoating things for this once at least.

You shook your head slowly, “no.” You said, and it wasn’t a lie. At least yet. You weren’t afraid of him, you knew him better than anyone. Or maybe that’s what you chose to believe. You didn’t want to change anything about him or live in a deluded world of your own thinking of him as someone he isn’t. As fucked-up as it sounds, you liked that psychopathic trait of his.

Tate tilts his head partly to the side, daring you to say that thing you were desperate to.

“I doubt it,” he replied, regret somehow dripping from his tone. You knew he didn’t regret shooting up his school nor all the murders he committed, rather of the way you found out. He had already apologized, what else would you need? Him to get on his knees and beg you to forgive him? He would gladly do that.

“I want you to embrace it,” you finally said, the thought lingering in your head for a while now. You just didn’t know how to express it without sounding like a weirdo. 

“Embrace it?” He repeats after you, confused, a hint of surprise in his voice.

You nod.

“You killed them. There’s nothing you can do about it anymore. You’re troubled Tate. Stop hiding that side and accept it as a part of you. You can’t run away from your past and you being trapped here actually proves my point.” Your tone was comforting, all loving. You were one of the very few –the only one– that actually cared about him in a non-twisted way. He wasn’t ready to lose that. He would never be.

“But would you accept it as a part of me? You want me to go around killing people and then come back to you so you can clean the blood of others from my own hands?” He asks, his voice quavering, a bit shaky and unclear, he was upset and you knew he's on the verge of crying.

And Bingo. There it is. Those poor souls, he doesn’t care about them, but rather what you would think. Nothing matters as long as you’re still there standing by his side. Was it unhealthy? Maybe. But for you it only made your relationship stronger.

“Isn’t that what you would like?” You ask, your hand darting to his face brushing his blonde strands of hair away from his face as you cup his cheek.

A single tear runs down his cheek as he smiles lightly. His dimples looked more adorable than ever. All he ever wanted was to be appreciated. And he is.

The sight of him taking two steps closer to you had your heart speeding up, even though he's your boyfriend you can't help but feel like a silly little girl with a silly little crush. Except it wasn't little, nor silly. His hand grips at your waist as he pulls you to him, getting rid of every inch that separates your bodies. His head tilts slightly before he attacks your face with his lips embracing yours in a hungry lustful open-mouthed kiss.

Your hands quickly find the back of his neck, pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss while his tongue pushes through and fights yours for domination.

He was completely teasing you, or maybe not, maybe he just craved you so bad. His covered erection was tempting your core, begging for release. One of his hands slides down your shirt and cups your boob, squeezing tightly. A soft moan escapes your lips and onto the kiss.

At that time, you thought maybe a somewhat evil spirit took over your boyfriend as he aggressively pinned you against the wall, too impatient to hop on the bed. But you know it was no evil spirit. There was no need to keep on finding why’s to his actions.

He yanks your shorts down to your knees then grips at your thigh lifting it up to his hip, probably to get better access. Meanwhile his other hand unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers freeing his rock hard dick. Yeah now it's confirmed that it was to gain better access. Tate always gets hard easily, that was a fact you knew. Whether it was a silly little cuddle session or you whispering the randomest topics in his ear. It didn’t bother you, you actually loved it. It enthralled you.

Your arms wrap around his neck while his breath fans against your nape. Each passing second your pussy screams for him to fuck the shit out of you even louder.

His digits found their way to your inner thigh, trailing toward your center. Once they reach your clit, his pointer finger runs up and down the thin soaked fabric of your underwear. He taps on the wet spot a few times, teasing you or maybe to later remember how desperate you were for him inside you. “This is my way of thanking you, y/n.” He whispers in your ear, your body shuddering at the sound of his voice, excitement surging through your entire temple. Every second passing by the atmosphere gets even hotter.

You nod, “mhm.”

His finger curls at the edge of your panties pulling it to the side, baring your pussy to him and the arousal glistening within.

Tate leans over you even closer, capturing your soft skin between his teeth sucking in deep; while he uses a hand to line his cock up to your dripping entrance. His tip caresses your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’m not waiting any longer,” He mutters under his breath to your ear as he pushes himself deeper into your cunt and slams into you. 

Tate has never ever hidden the fact that he craves you desperately. You loved that he would kill for you but hated how you would too.

You let out a loud moan, if he didn’t know you any better he would’ve thought that was a scream for help. Your hand grabs a fistful of his hair. Your moan made him groan quietly. He loved the sound of you squirming beneath him, and even the sound of your voice when you talk about anything no matter what it was. He couldn’t stop himself, of course not since he couldn’t even wait to hear you screaming his name. Your legs curl around his hips as he thrusted in you deeper, moaning uncontrollably as he feels your tight warm wet walls wrapped around his thick length. “My cock.. Is pure love..” He breathes out. Your eyes hardly widen, Tate isn’t used to dirty talking. Not at all. If anything he was actually nice and making sure you’re ok nearly between every two thrusts. Unless he was jealous or upset with you. But mostly that’s it. Your eyes barely stay wide for 2 seconds before they roll to the back of your head once his tip hit a spot in you that made your moans louder than they already were. “Oh fuck, Tate!” You scream, He slides out slightly then back in forcefully. He didn’t recognize mercy, and your pussy wasn’t getting any of that. His cock pounding into you merciless, unsympathetically, inhumanly. All of the above. Abusing that same specific spot of yours. 

His intense tightening in his chest made him hungry for air as he breathed heavily, humping you remorselessly. Your pussy swallowing every inch of him and lubricating like crazy, your own arousal leaking down your pussy and out to your thighs. Such a slut you are for him. Problem is you were shameless about it.

Your grip on his hair tightens, holding on as hard as you can but making sure not to hurt him. You would never. Soft moans are whispered in your ear as he presses his mouth a little harsher against your skin, his fingers tightening on your thighs. His lips trailing kisses up and down your neck, leaving small bites here and there as he slowly makes his way up to your jaw. His hands slide up your thighs and stop at your clit, rubbing it as if his life depends on it, all the while his hips are pounding into you as fast as they can. You arch your back involuntarily immediately once you feel the contact. He groans softly as he feels your arch into his touch, his fingers going inhumanly faster than before. 

Seeing how it is, it wouldn't be long for you until you came.

Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. The perfect combination of his fingers stroking your clit and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to make you see stars. He was chasing his own release and you were begging for yours. You knew you were close.. Real close.. “Tate.. Please.. I’m so fucking close..” You whimper, not knowing what exactly you were begging him for. Tate knows your body well enough to know you were close, he speeds up. Judging by his breathing, you can tell he was getting tired. You let out your moans freely as you feel your orgasm crashing down. A complete mess leaking down your thighs. You can’t hold your back arch anymore but it didn't matter, waves of ecstasy and euphoria taking over your body. Tate wasn't done yet, and although your lips were already burning up, you didn't protest. “Hmph..I love you,” He moaned in between thrusts as they were getting erratic, feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. But that didn’t stop him from abusing your swollen red cunt until he was fully finished. Tate thrusts into you for a moment longer before you feel his ejaculate drowning your pussy breathing heavily, his release splaying across your walls in ropes. Tears had stained your cheeks.

Tate had you still pinned against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands grabbing your thighs. His now softened dick still in your abused pussy. Why isn’t he pulling out yet? This is the first time he lasted this long. Usually he doesn’t stay so long.

His head was resting on your shoulder, nose burried into your neck. His breathing slowed down steadily and went back to normal.

It felt weirdly comforting.. Him being so close, you didn’t even want him to pull out. Your legs still crossed behind your boyfriend’s back.

“You want me to pull out?” He whispers to you lovingly as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face and tugs it behind your ear.

“No, let’s stay this way for a while..” Your arms wrap around his neck, hugging him close. You can feel him nodding.

[skyartworkzzz]

COTL Headcanons ramble

Felt like sharing these in case I take a long ass time to draw it out These are still raw in my mind, so some things may change futurely or the way I explain it might not make sense BUT ALAS it is fun to ramble

SO WATCH OUT FOR THE LIST UNDER THE CUT!!

Before Narinder was banished, a feeling of mistrust was already growing amongst the siblings, and one of the reasons for such a thing involved envy (except for Shamura, I like to think they were above finding themselves lower or greater than anyone) Ever since a young age Narinder has always been a fast-learner, and quite skilled at everything he did. Gardening, fighting, cooking, strategizing, he was good. Definitely not perfect, but alarmingly good So as time went by, the Bishops grew colder with him until he eventually turned against them all, and thats where their feeling of envy turned into fear. For both of their own lives and their brother's, because that's when they realized his "flawless" abilities were always and clearly prone to turning him into the monster he then became (smtng like Anakin Skywalker if the image I have of him in my head makes any sense-) Naturally, a feeling of guilt lingers in them for not having been able to see it sooner and stop it, but as Shamura pointed out after Narinder was sealed, this was meant to happen. He was meant to be a monster, and a really good one

Aym and Baal were secretly given to Narinder by Shamura; they performed a ritual by themselves and killed the kits to send them to the Gates. When the brothers arrived, Narinder reluctantly took them in and naturally grew fond of the twins as time went by, but because they were sacrificed as offerings, Aym and Baal were half-immortal (something like the Lamb once they receive the Crown), meaning that they still had mortal needs such as eating or sleeping At the time, Ratau was serving Narinder as the bearer of the Red Crown, and amongst the rat's adventure, the god of Death eventually introduced the red chest we use to sell things for gold. He would request Ratau regularly to send in meals and fish in order to feed Aym and Baal (and I feel like a genius for coming up with why that chest exists hi-) When the kits were finally fully grown and well-trained, they ascended to Divine Guardians of TOWW and officially started serving him Despite their Ascension, Aym and Baal were never trapped into the Gates, so they were able to visit the world above but as ghosts of sorts (which means only a few ppl would be able to see them). It was through these ghostly travels that both were able to learn who their mother was and watched her from afar when not serving TOWW

The Bishops were once mortals before becoming bearers of the Crowns, a long time to ago, meaning that they likely have a life they no longer rememeber For the funs and giggles of it, I like to imagine that this "long time ago" for them was around the times animals still did not wear clothes nor knew how to speak aside from their respective noises AUHAUHASDJSD ALSO POSSIBLY LESS HUMANOID I like the thought of them looking either much more beast-like or just- tiny. Very tiny. As the animals they are AUHAJMDKADS

The Lamb doesnt know how to do SHIT aside from fighting. Im writing my Lamb as an artist in my Death After Life fic for the sake of the angst, but in actuality, they do not care about art that much. I like to think that they'd prefer small silly doodles over full-blown paintings, but if they do put in the time and effort, they manage to make smtng Mona Lisa-esque. So the skill is there, but they prefer to not use it unless for smtng specific. Its like those kinds of hobbies nobody knows u have til u make smtng CRAZY yk This also goes for cooking, except they are truly a Terrible cook, in modern AU Lambert lives off from cheap pizzas and dollar-stored cupnoodles u cannot change my min-

Leshy is the one who'd soften up the most for me. Obv still a fcking GREMLIN but I think he'd be much more considerate than his former self My guy would go from "kys /srs" to "kys /j" ALSO I like to think his and my yellow cat's love language is gifts and/or acts of service, theyre oftenly pampering each other out of the blue <3

This idea is still in the approval stages but.............Shamura remembers a bit of their pre-Bishop life. A bit. And that bit revolves around the fact that they might have known love in the past. Perhaps a romantic one, Im still not sure- Which now that I think about it would make the most sense as to why theyre so forgiving to Narinder, since the Bishop of War would probs want anything but peace with those that wronged them, unless they had a good reason not to cause havoc immediately............

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Too Much Baby

Combining IYP request 424-2. Imagine you go to a private high school (18 obv) and are struggling to fit into the uniform as your breasts and belly grow bigger and bigger and 432-13. fic request: a very petite young woman (under 5' tall, less than 100lbs) gets pregnant with her 7' tall, almost 500 lb, boyfriends child. He doesn't want kids so he dumps her. She ends up having to give birth in her mobile home. During the long, difficult, excruciating labor and birth, she finds out that not only is she having twins, but that they definitely inherited their fathers size. With the smaller twin being almost 15lbs and almost 2 ft long.

"Uh oh," Kady thought to herself. "This is not good."

It was two weeks into her junior year of high school, and the adorable white denim shorts she'd gotten for her eighteenth birthday two months ago were already digging into her stomach at the waist. She sighed, pinching her chub, and vowed to switch to the nasty egg-white Dunkin sandwiches until the winter formal.

She bounced down the hallway, glossy ponytail swinging, and shouted goodbye to her mom's closed bedroom door. Her boyfriend Leo's Audi had just pulled up in front of her mobile home and she knew he'd be annoyed if she didn't get outside before he started honking.

"Do I look fat?" she pouted appealingly at Leo once she'd hopped in. "You look great," he answered without looking at her, and rested a hand on her breast as he drove towards the school. "You gotta talk to the super about that driveway," he said, for about the millionth time.

"I know, honey, the gravel isn't good for the car," she cooed. "It's just that no one in my part of town has such a nice car, handsome."

He accepted the flattery and reached over to give her a peck. "You're gonna live somewhere so much better someday," he told her. "You may be a scholarship kid but you are smart and you have good taste. And, of course, you're dating me." The towering mound of sandy blonde hair and corn-fed muscles smiled charmingly at her. How had she gotten so lucky? She was one of the few kids on financial aid at Carbot High, but she had somehow snagged a varsity running back as a boyfriend.

Leo dropped her off and she ran in with the rest of the junior girls, trying to avoid the prying eyes of the middle aged teachers' aides as they changed out of their street clothes and into the polo shirt and kilt that made up their uniform. Her uniform was a little tight in the waist too. She thought about skipping lunch, but she had also been so ravenously hungry lately. Well, she could always alter her winter formal dress. The benefit of being poor and having to sew your own formal wear was that she could make it fit her like a glove.

A month later, fitting into a formal dress was the least of Kady's worries. She may still be able to fit into her yoga pants and band t-shirts at home, but her school uniform couldn't be let out anymore, there was just no fabric left. It was impossible for her to button it around her stubbornly growing belly. The school bell rang and Kady panicked. She needed to figure something out fast. She grabbed a safety pin from her emergency sewing kit and pinned the skirt as best she could before running to her first class.

After school she cleaned the worst of the beer cans out of her kitchen and popped a microwave pizza in the fridge. Her mom was at work for the evening and Kady had been so incredibly needy lately, she jumped at the chance to have her big hunk come over and fuck her. Leo, though he hated coming to the trailer park, wasn't going to turn down a chance to stick his dick in her, so he showed up practically on time. Looking down from his six foot frame to her tiny, 5'1" body, now sporting a noticeable bump in the stomach area, he gestured to the pizza cooling on the counter and made a comment about how that might not be the best option for her. Stung, but horny, she nodded agreeably and pulled him into her bedroom and into her pussy, squeezing him so hard with each thrust that he cried out in surprise. He came quickly and she put her mouth on him until he was hard again, and rode him greedily, drinking up every little drop of his cum.

When he left, she felt a little dead inside, but she calmed the voices that said something didn't feel right with her microwave pizza.

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The safety pin worked for two weeks, until it really, really didn't. She was in English class when it gave out, popping its overloaded spring and ricocheting off her desk with a tiny metallic ping. Mortified, she raised her hand to go to the bathroom, pinching the two halves of her skirt together with one hand while smoothing it nervously with the other. Her teacher granted her request, but she could feel all eyes on her as she walked out of the room. Before she even had a moment to collect herself, a classmate popped her head in and told her to go right to the school nurse.

"Honey, you're pregnant." Kady felt ice cold fear drip down the back of her neck. the nurse's voice was kind, but firm. She had peed on a stick twenty minutes ago, but the look on the nurse's face when after seeing her belly clued her in far before the two pink lines.

"Do you know how far along you might be? Does the father know?"

The questions washed over Kady. She just wanted to go home. Pregnant? She couldn't have a baby. She didn't want to end up like her mom, trapped by a child she had no desire to care for. She nodded dumbly and took the pamphlets the nurse thrust in her hand. "Five months pregnant....prenatal care....WIC voucher....baby shower" it all felt far away, like it was happening to a different person. She called a taxi, took it home, and stared at the pamphlets in her hands until she was too tired to do anything but sleep.

In a badly needed stroke of luck, it was three days before winter break, and Kady's mom would hardly notice if her usually dedicated student daughter took a few days off "sick." So, Kady wandered through the next few weeks in a haze, trying to make sense of what was happening. She made up her mind that she wanted an abortion, and got up the courage to ask Leo for the money.

Getting him to come over wasn't hard, but his eyes narrowed angrily when they saw her. Now that she wasn't trying to hide how fat she was getting, her pregnant belly was enormously obvious on her tiny frame. He was immediately angry, and although in the end he agreed to give her the money, it was over between them. She had been stupid, he'd said. And his football career was just beginning--didn't she see how selfish it was of her to get his baby in her? She was devastated, but on some level she wasn't surprised. At least she had the money she needed.

Unfortunately, showing up at the abortion clinic with a belly the size of a basketball meant that Kady was rejected at the front desk before even seeing a provider. Despite her protests that she had been a virgin five months ago, she had to admit that the sheer size of her pregnant middle made her look like a liar. She tried again at the other clinic, over two hours away, pushing the limits of her mom's unreliable Chevy, but she got the same response.

"You're having that baby, little girl," this receptionist had sneered at her. "Maybe next time you should give your boyfriend a blow job."

Tears stung Kady's face, and she cried the entire two hour drive home. School started again in two days. She had been so confident that she would have a skinny belly again by the end of this weekend. What was she going to do?

The answer, it seemed, was go to school and endure the shocked stares of her classmates, the pitying looks of the teachers who had hoped the girl from the trailer park would make it out, and the disgusted silence from the father of her baby, who made sure she knew that she owed him the abortion money back, and that if she tried to claim him as the father he would deny her.

She knew those were the greater ills, but for some reason the thing that seemed the most unfair was how completely awful her school uniform fit her very pregnant body. Even through her bra, the scratchy polo material irritated her sensitive nipples, and she now had to secure her kilt over her belly, making the skirt lift up awkwardly in front. She didn't dare ask for a new uniform--she was afraid every day that they would finally kick her out and she would have to stay home and explain to her mother that she and Leo had snuck around, been stupid, and made a very, very big baby.

Unfortunately for Kady, trying not to make waves didn't work very well. By six months pregnant she couldn't see her feet, constantly knocked supplies off her desk with her ungainly belly, and couldn't sit without spreading her legs. But it was exactly six months and ten days after the first time she had ever had sex with Leo that she got stuck in her desk chair and was just too pregnant to get out on her own.

Once the janitors had unscrewed the bolts holding it together and she had stood up, rubbing the painful grooves the furniture had made in her fertile mound, the guidance counselor pulled her into his office and told her that her scholarship had been withdrawn.

"You can try again next year Kady," he said, smiling condescendingly, "after you've had your baby. Or maybe a less challenging school might be a better fit for someone in your..." his eyes rested obviously on her swollen middle "...condition?"

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She couldn't be sure, having been too ashamed to get any prenatal care, but the intermittent pangs she'd been having for two days were starting to get closer together. Plus, she was absolutely enormous. It was hard to imagine getting any bigger. She had had to move temporarily into her mother's bedroom. Her pregnant stomach dwarfed her body so completely that she had difficulty walking, and spent most of her days watching tv, crying, and moaning. It was nearly a full time job, lately, trying to soothe the angry, itchy, stretched and bloated orb of the belly she had created when she had bounced up and down on her giant ex-boyfriend's cock. Her breasts, swollen and painful to the touch, rested on top of her gravid mountain of a stomach, and she was too pregnant to sit up straight.

"I absolutely have to be close to giving birth now," she thought, "and as terrified as I am of birth, there is nothing I wouldn't do to get this fucking baby out of me."

As if on cue, her labor pains started in earnest. These were so much more intense than the lead-up cramps, but they still weren't coming very often. She called 911, and yelled to her mother that she needed ice chips. When her mother didn't answer after twenty minutes, she painstakingly waddled into the living room to see why. The empty bottle of vodka and her mother's groggy form in the recliner answered that question. Tears welled up in her as a contraction doubled her over.

Monstrously pregnant, mother passed out, baby's father gone forever, she didn't know how she could do this. When the EMTs arrived, even they couldn't hide their shock at her size. At first they tried to move her, but she was too big to fit on the stretcher. While they were trying, she felt a sudden intense urge to push and felt the baby descend into her birth canal. The EMTs quickly realized it was too late to move her, and one got a portable sonogram machine while the other ran to the ambulance for more supplies.

"Okay, let's have a look at the baby," a calm female EMT told Katy as she moved over Katy's contracting belly. "Oh," she said suddenly in a quick inhale of breath, "there's two in there. Congrats little mama, you're having twins!"

[steviestits]

I Move the Stars For No One - Part 1.3

Written for a prompt dmed to me, which can be read in its entirety on this fic’s masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: T (E for later chapters) Summary: After running away from home after an argument with his father, Steve storms off into the woods only to accidentally stumble into the unseelie king's lavish party. The king, Eddie as he likes to be called, is taken by Steve and dances through the night with him. Though Steve enjoys himself, he feels the need to return to the mortal realm, but soon learns that he can't as he has become property of the king after trespassing on a sacred fairy circle. Steve is forced to stay and begins to learn that all is not as it seems, especially in regards to his own past. (Labyrinth inspired story but they share zero plot points.) Trigger Warning: None for this chapter Eventual Trigger Warning: Feminization, Mating Rituals, Heats/Ruts but not the Omegaverse kind

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Steve inhaled sharply as he was tugged near until he could see every freckle on the fae king’s face. He was dazzled for a moment, only able to stare into Eddie’s big, brown eyes, but he quickly regained his senses and tried to shove the other away roughly. It felt like pushing against a steel wall as the other refused to budge.

“I don’t want to learn!” Steve huffed, punching his fists uselessly against Eddie’s chest. “You can have anyone in this room! Choose one of them to be yours!”

“Those fae aren’t half as beautiful as you, sweetheart. I mean, you have to see how jealous they are of you.”

Blush dusted Steve’s cheeks. He knew he was good looking in the human world, but here? Everyone had a deep otherworldly feel that added a strange depth to their allure. Though, he supposed the same could be said for Eddie since he was used to seeing these types of people and hadn’t been exposed to those outside his realm. Once Eddie got used to Steve’s unnaturalness then he’d tire of him and move on, just like everyone else he’d dated in the past.

“Just empty words and empty phrases,” Steve said. “It’s the passing fancy of a king, like a child with a new toy. Nothing more.”

“I can promise you that it’s not,” the fae king whispered, staring Steve down with a smoldering gaze. “Let me show you.”

Eddie then ran the knuckle of his index finger down Steve’s face, and the next thing Steve knew he was standing in a circular room that had a giant tree growing in the center. Branches strewn with light pink apple blossoms stretched up towards a starry lit ceiling. Steve would’ve thought they were stars, but they twisted down the tree like vines and wrapped around the posts of a bed nestled against the tree’s trunk. Sheer, white drapes hung between the posts, which matched the pure white linen sheets spread across it.

Moments after they arrived, a table and two chairs appeared in front of the bed. It matched the other wooden furniture in the room, except that it was a bit fancier as carved, gilded vines wound their way around their legs and the backs of the chair. Spread out atop the table were several frosted pastries on a three-tiered silver stand accompanied by a porcelain teapot, painted with a sprawling array of the most detailed meadow flowers that twisted and curled along its sides. Steve had honestly never seen anything like it except in historical movies.

“You missed the feast at the start of the ball,” Eddie explained. “Eat as much or as little as you want. If there’s anything else you want, then it’s yours.” Steve opened his mouth. “Anything but letting you go,” he added quickly as if sensing what Steve was about to say. “You’re mine now, sweetheart. Going to spoil you rotten.”

“How do you know that I’m not already spoiled rotten by my own family?” Steve challenged. “They could be searching for me right now.”

Eyes lingering on the bruise forming on Steve’s face, the fae king said, “I highly doubt that.”

Shame and embarrassment ran through Steve as he hated how obvious it was that his parents cared so little about him. Or maybe it was Steve’s own fault for falling short of the plans that were laid out for him. Either way, no one at home would be looking for him as he knew his dad was waiting patiently for Steve to come crawling back.

“Enough talk about the mortal realm,” Eddie said. “Eat. Unless you’d prefer something else. I can change it to whatever you prefer.”

“This is fine.” Steve paused as his stomach grumbled. “They look tasty.”

“They’re yours. You’re free to have your fill.”

Steve stared longingly at the food on the table. He hadn’t had dinner because of the fight and had skipped lunch due to nerves after receiving his latest rejection letter. Legends had it that if one ate food in the fae realm then their fates would be sealed, and they would be unable to leave ever again. However, Steve didn’t know this due to his lack of fantasy education, and even if he did, his stomach gurgled loudly, demanding to be fed.

The rumbling was so loud that Eddie must had heard it, because he walked over to the table and picked up a flaky, round pastry with chocolate frosting to bring back to Steve. He held the pastry up to Steve’s mouth, waiting patiently. To Steve’s surprise, the fae king’s eyes were soft, gazing at Steve with a heated emotion that he’d never seen directed towards him until now.

Hunger gnawed at him further, and coupled with Eddie’s gaze, Steve leaned forward cautiously in order to bite the offered treat. His teeth dug into the flaky shell, only to be surprised when he bit into a pocket of sweet custard filling. The taste of the custard exploded on his tongue, causing Steve to groan with pleasure as he’d never had anything quite like this before, mostly because his dad thought sweets were girly but also because the flavor was just so good.

Eddie smirked affectionately. “Like it?”

“Yeah,” Steve said with a nod. “It’s amazing.”

“Then have the rest. This is all for you.”

With less reservation this time, Steve ate the remains of the pastry in Eddie’s hand, blushing when the fae king’s fingers brushed softly against Steve’s lips. Eddie didn’t stop, however, and soon another pastry was against Steve’s mouth as the fae king eagerly fed him. He could’ve walked to the table to get his own, but he instead allowed Eddie to serve him, as if Steve was the king instead of an outsider.

Heat pooled within the core of Steve’s being, only he barely noticed. He was too caught up in the moment to realize that there was something strange about the way he was feeling. A change was about to happen, one that would change his life forever and throw everything he knew into question, not that Steve noticed. Not that Steve could look anywhere except the fae king’s eyes.

Part 1.2 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 2.1 (Coming Soon-ish)

[fruitybashir]

it's been 3 minutes since i read the last chapter and i just wanna ask how are our boys doing right now? will they eventually tell kris' parents that they were fake-dating but are together now? was the first officially-in-a-relationship sex good? how long has bojan been in love with kris? did he realize it during their whole friends-with-benefits thing or earlier?

okay okay okay lets get into it

1. how are they doing right now? well timeline wise, currently they are suffering. but right after the end of the fic? doing fantastic. im imagining since its a friday, kris takes another sick day and bojan skips his classes just bc fuck that, and they just went through a lot and finally have each other again and theyre both not willing to let the other out of their sight again for even just a second. kiki has probably noticed kris has not been doing so well lately, so he gladly covers kris' shift. they're gonna just lie in bed a little bit, answer texts from the other guys making sure the others know theyre doing fine, and then they take jans advice and fuck like rabbits.

on saturday they go to band practice together again and maybe just bc kris is a little shit hes gonna go "yeah the song was nice but the guitar could use some improvement" and maybe thats when they start working a third guitar into songs instead of just kris taking over bojans parts? who knows?

2. will they tell kris' parents that theyre fake-dating but together now? i think kris would want to keep that one a secret, mainly bc he knows theyre never gonna let him live it down and maks definitely wont, but he (very begrudgingly) does tell them. and they have a good laugh about it. for all eternity. bc i think miha and chantal are the kind of people who would find that shit hilaaaaaarious and bring it up all the time, they think its very very funny

and they also obv love bojan and are very glad to have him properly in their family now <3

3. was the first in-relarionship sex good? it was the fucking best. they didnt have to hold back anymore and enough "i love you"s were said to fill a book with it and then some. it was incredible.

4. how long has bojan been in love with kris? god i wish i knew. i just write the guy, i dont know what the fuck is going on inside his head. i think hes had a mild crush on kris for a while, over the last few years, not very deep or meaningful, mostly when kris picked up jan or smthn bojan would go "damn hes handsome" but that was the extent of it - also bc he was still struggling with his sexuality then.

i think over the holidate timeline .. hm. i imagine that crush skyrocketed when kris just slammed him against the wall that one night and then proceeded to give him the best head hes ever had lol. and i think he definitely acknowledged it as a crush then and it slowly developed into more. i think he maybe realised he was in love shortly after kris stayed with him when he was sick? the major factors there being that kris didnt just take care of him, but actually cared for him. he didnt just drop off some meds and left, he actually took the time to stay with bojan, took a sick day just to be with him, cooked for him, made sure he ate and drank enough, kept him company, everything. thats already an admission of love if you ask me. (both platonically or romantically) but that really did a number on bojan.

i even think bojan let himself admit that it was love pretty early on, but always had the safety layer of "we're just doing this for fun, so its okay if im in love with him bc the "only" consequence is having my own heart broken lol" but then when kris wrote him dopamin and bojan realised this could all be real, suddenly there were more potential consequences to deal with and well you read the last chapter lol

[moronic-validity]

The Throne

The spanking fic.

Huge thank you to @yaoibrainworms and @stickyarbiterwombat for reading through this snippet at a time and doing the final lookover!!!

This is 18+, lot of nudity, obvs spanking.

To say the meeting was going poorly would be a gross understatement in Simon’s eyes. Winter had been so sure that the other royals would be pushovers, though the only one that bothered to attend was anything but. 

Flame Princess, normally hot headed, remained calm while she quickly pointed out every flaw in Winter King’s proposal for diplomats to be placed in kingdoms across Ooo. He didn’t have a plan for diplomats to be safely accepted and housed in his Winter Wonder World, or The Winter Kingdom as the rest of the land knew it, nor did he have a plan for how his own diplomats were to live in the kingdoms with less favorable environments. 

“I do like your plan Winter, believe me I do, but all you have is some half baked nonsense about how diplomats could be a good thing for kingdom relations,” Flame Princess looked back to the papers in front of her then back into the scowling face of her fellow elemental, “if you make the changes we previously discussed, we could move forward, but this is the third time you’ve come to me with the same plan.”

Simon looked up from his own papers.

“The third time,” Simon muttered to himself and shook his head. He knew this wasn’t the first attempt for diplomatic outreach, but he had no idea it was the third attempt with the exact same plan.

“Yeah.” was Winter’s short reply, punctuated with a sigh as he pushed a pencil around with his finger. He was already tired of this; if the other princesses had bothered to come, they would have gone through with it. He was certain of it, despite the fact they hadn’t the past two times.

Flame Princess took pause and waited to see if Winter would elaborate on his simple response, but as nothing came, she pulled her sheet of amendments from a folder she brought with her. 

“Winter, I’d like for you to look over these,” she started, pushing the singed paper across the table, “I don’t expect us to come to an agreement today, but the sooner we do, the soone-”

“No,” Winter said firmly, not even looking up at her, focusing intently on the pencil that had become his new fixation, “We sign the proposal as is, or not at-” his volume rose with each word before being cut off with a clap.

“I think the meeting is over for today,” Simon said, standing up from his station, “Flame Princess, it was truly a joy to have you, but I believe my King needs time to look the amendment over,” he moved to the door of the throne room, opening it for the princess, “Why don’t we resume discussion in the morning?” Simon phrased it as a question but it left little room for any answer aside from a yes.

Flame Princess looked to Winter, who was glaring daggers at his apparent advisor, his face flushed with anger. She stood from the table and offered a gloved hand to Winter who looked at it with disgust. She felt her flames begin to grow hotter, then she took a breath and shook her head. 

“Tomorrow, 8 o’clock sharp,” she directed towards Winter, before walking to the door. She gave a small nod to Simon before taking her leave. 

Simon closed the door a bit more forcefully than he intended, causing Winter to jump. 

He shook his head in disappointment, but before he could even open his mouth, Winter turned on him. 

“How could you do that to me?!” His voice rose into a shriek. Winter began pacing the room, stomping as he went, “She doesn’t see my vision, she’s just a child!” He punctuated that yell with a swift kick to the wall before pacing off again. 

Simon didn’t bother to hide his disdain for the behavior. He allowed Winter to pace and scream and kick the walls, but this would be the last time. 

He walked from the doorway to the throne and allowed himself to sit comfortably. 

Winter spun on his heel and stared at Simon with a gaping mouth before stomping to the foot of the throne, cursing and screaming incoherently.

Simon crossed his arms and waited patiently, he had seen enough temper tantrums in his life to know they won’t last forever. 

Finally Winter stopped to take a breath, tears forming in his eyes. 

“Are you done?” Simon asked, he didn’t bother waiting for an answer before continuing, "You are a full grown, well educated man and yet you're throwing a fit like a petulant toddler," Simon said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them before placing them back on his face. He let the silence build as Winter shifted from foot to foot, "Get over my knee, now."

Winter dropped his gaze and stared at the ground, suddenly self conscious of his own actions. 

“I didn’t mean for you to witness my outburst,” Winter started, his voice faltering, “I’m sorry.” He looked back at the man on the throne.

“Winter, my dear king, I understand that you’re sorry now, but I do not want a repeat of this ever again,” Simon sat back, “Get over my knee, or you’ll make this punishment even worse.”

He paused and considered his choices. He could easily overpower Simon, that wasn’t a question, but for some reason, he didn’t want to. He could walk out of the throne room and simply go to their shared room and go to bed, but he didn’t like sleeping in the bed alone anymore.

Winter didn’t know why he was mulling it over, his choice was made when he asked Simon to stay and be his advisor.

He braced himself for the indignity he was about to subject himself to and walked to his advisor, laying himself over his knee. 

“Have you ever been spanked before Winter?” Simon asked, rubbing the king’s bottom gently for the time being.

“I…I’m sure I was as a child,” Winter mused, unable to remember the last time he was so much as swatted at. 

“Well, let me refresh your memory. I will give you ten swats and you will keep count,” like before, Simon rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, “If you lose count, we’ll start over. This isn’t for your pleasure or my own; this is a reminder to you for the next time you lose your temper.”

Simon went to pull Winter’s pants down, but the other yelped in preemptive pain and surprise. 

“What are you doing?” Winter questioned, “I thought you said this wasn’t… like that.”

Simon chuckled to himself.

“My dear king, this is a bare bottom spanking,” he went back to simply kneading the flesh, “the humiliation is the strongest reminder.”

Winter sat there in momentary shock before coming to terms with what was to come. 

He stood up, and much to his shock, Simon let him. 

They stared at each other, neither quite sure of what the other was about to do. 

Winter looked away first, looking to the ground as he undid his trousers, pulled down his underwear, and stepped out of them. 

He was never self-conscious, and lord knows his counterpart had seen him nude plenty of times, but this was different. His face was burning as he laid himself back across Simon’s knees. 

It was Simon’s turn to be shocked. He had expected plenty of antics from Winter, but he didn’t expect this.

He rested his hand back on the king’s bottom and Winter couldn’t stop himself from flinching. 

“I’m not going to start until you say you’re ready,” Simon reassured, kneading his flesh tenderly. “Once we start though, we finish. Do you understand?”

“I understand…” Winter trailed off, “I’m..I’m ready.”

The first landed with a crack that echoed through the chamber, followed by a loud gasp. 

“One!” Winter yelped, tears sprang from his eyes from the sting alone. 

He didn’t have time to recover before the second fell in the exact same place as the first.

“Two,” It came out as more of a gasp this time as the stinging grew worse.

The next three hits followed the same pattern, the loud crack, the counting, the stinging, but now there was a throbbing ache growing where the hits had landed.

Simon aimed a bit lower this time, the hit landing somewhere between the top of Winter’s thigh and the bottom of his ass. 

Winter couldn’t stop himself from crying now. The stinging was the same, but it was at a much more sensitive spot. 

Simon hummed for a moment, waiting to see if Winter would remember what he was supposed to do.

Instead, he was met with sniffles.

“I know you’re not enjoying this Winter, but this is a punishment,” Simon mused, “and now we have to start over.” 

“Wait,” Winter turned his head to face Simon, “we were almost done though!”

“You’re right my king,” Simon sounded almost pleased to inform, “halfway there; but you didn’t follow the rules, did you?” 

Winter froze. He forgot to count. Damn him.

“That’s what I thought.” Simon punctuated his comment with a swift smack, this one landing in the same sensitive spot. 

Winter sharply inhaled and jumped forward. 

“One.”

Simon noted the reaction and aimed for the same spot another four times, trying to see if Winter would lose count and let them restart the punishment again.

He didn’t though.

It shouldn’t have been disappointing, but despite this not being for pleasure, Simon was having an enjoyable time. He let the next swat land a bit harder.

“Six,” Winter gasped, unsure of if it was the way his cock was rubbing against the rough fabric of Simon’s slacks, but he was starting to enjoy this more than he thought he should.

Simon smiled, moving his strikes to the other side, wanting the pale blue to deepen to the same deep purple.They wouldn’t match, but they would leave a reminder for the king that would likely last until after the meeting the following morning. 

Each strike created more of the delicious friction Winter found himself craving. He could live with the pain and ache if he could just get more of the friction. 

“Ten,” Winter all but moaned, his cock twitched in eager anticipation for the next strike.

“Get up,” Simon gave the simple instruction, shaking Winter from his own lust.

“What?”

“Get up,” Simon tried to hide his amusement, “we’re done.”

Winter pushed himself off Simon’s lap, finding the ache worsened when he moved. 

He stood in front of Simon, attempting to ignore his hard on and the wet patch on Simon’s pants that he had created.

Simon’s gaze drifted lower, from Winter’s blushing face to his apparent cause for shame. 

“Didn’t I say this wasn’t for enjoyment?” Simon asked with a small chuckle. 

He had known this would happen; it had happened to him once, back when he was still in grad school.

He wasn’t one to take critique particularly well and after the first time he attempted to defend his thesis, he stormed out. It was partially out of frustration, partially out of anger. 

An old friend of his followed him out into the hall and forced him to go back and apologize, then came home with him and carried out the same punishment he just inflicted on Winter. 

He could only hope it would be just as effective.

“Put your clothes back on, we have work to do,” Simon said flippantly, rising from the throne and moving towards Winter.

“But,” Winter started, watching Simon leave his position.

“But nothing, Flame Princess will be here early tomorrow morning and we need to be prepared this time,” Simon picked up Winter’s slacks and handed them to the taller man, “and I’m sure the ice will help you feel better.” He gave a small, joking swat to Winter’s aching ass as he walked past and took his seat at the table.

Winter sharply inhaled at the contact, everything ached and he considered not redressing, as even the fabric of his underwear made his skin feel raw. 

He redressed, fastening the buckle of his belt, and gingerly walked to the table.

Simon was right, yet again, they did have work to do. 

And the ice would probably help.

[sukirichi]

OKEY I GOT A FEW THINGS I NEED TO SAY

First of all, I knew that something incestuous was happening, since when Iris told Rin that she could never be with someone like him but mine was more twisted cuz... i- uh... thought that Iris and Rin were half-siblings 🫣😨

Second, I was already imagining the epilogue but the time y/n was saying that she was choosing Kiyoomi. I literally imagined how it is set 20-30 years in the future, where Kiyoomi and y/n visit/thank a farmer and it turns out to be Rin. I was already crying before I got to the twist at the end lol

And by the time I reached the end, I was already imagining how Kiyoomi decided to visit/thank a local family for their contribution to the Crown just to find out it is Rin and y/n's family lol

Third, you've mentioned that someone in the Palace is hoping for y/n and Rin's downfall but if it's not Iris, then I wonder who it is 🤔 Because I can not recall if anyone has shown an ounce of resentment... UNLESS IT IS USHIWAKA BECAUSE HE WAS EAGER TO TAKE ON THE THRONE IF RIN COULD NOT

Fourth, did Kiyoomi know that Iris was his half-sister? Or did he have some inkling that there was something weird between them and that's why he never touched her?

iris and rin being half siblings oh naur… I’m not gonna lie, I planned for iris and kiyoomi to be half siblings since like. years back when I first started dtd which was around 2022? yeah but then when I was rewriting it again I was kinda iffy because I was scared it wouldn’t be received well so I thought of omitting that part but then as I got to writing that chapter, my old plans just made more sense so I brought it back GAHSJKA. also OMG WAIT YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART. I ACTUALLY THOUGHT OF THAT TOO and I remember telling my friend about how like… farmer! rin and kita LOL like obvs kiyoomi has his own land and farm so its natural that they’re going to visit other farms too especially because like in the timeskip (if it was omiyn endgame) then I can see them ruling over itachiyama happily and just!! yknow, living the good life while also caring so much about their people!! omiyn would actually really be good rulers and imagine they pay a visit then see rin working there and its just… UGH IT JUST BREAKS MY HEART. ALSO NOT FARMER RIN STILL CONTRIBUTING TO THE CROWN? STOP OMG THAT HURTS SO GOOD

agahjska no it isn’t ushi!! he may want to take the crown but he isn’t out here plotting for anyone’s downfall BUTTTTT hmmm actually it’s still a character that was written with quite some scenes but I got so lost in the flow of fic (because I feel like sometimes when I’m in the process of writing it, it tells me to go this way and that way that I often just disregard my outlines all over) lol SO UHM I guess I can’t really reveal who it was anymore because I never wrote it in the latest updates </3 let’s just say it was the queen though hehehe because their downfall would mean her success hehehe

yep, kiyoomi knew that iris was his half sister! he didn’t find out because the queen told him, but he overheard a conversation between iris and her mom one time and after that he was just like “oh hell nauh I’m out of here!” so yep GAHSAGAHJ but that leads to the question!! did omi also know that rin wasn’t his real brother? with that, he wasn’t informed about it either but kiyoomi is very quiet and liked to roam around a lot so he may or may not have discovered the queen’s secrets long ago. you might be thinking like, well why did he just let everything happen? why did he keep all those secrets when he could’ve done something to change it? the answer is that… kiyoomi doesn’t want trouble. he thinks exposing the queen’s secrets isn’t worth it, and during those times he honestly didn’t care what people around him did – he just wanted to be alone. it was only when he started falling for us that he felt the need to do something different, that’s why kiyoomi was so wary of everything and protective over us because he knows the shady things going around the palace

[bleedingcoffee42]

WIP game!!! Your fic Life makes me absolutely feral so obvs "Life - Ch 7"

I am working on this, I promise. I have to finish that soulmate fic first. I have a ton written but I have to go back and reread the entire thing to see what breadcrumbs or landmines I left for myself because I just make it up as I go and make it future!me's problem. Plus I got sucked into research about the Nixon plant getting blown up and might want to use Stan's car accident. Anyhow, snippets out of context under the cut because this is all about indulging bitchy housewife Ron.

“I put photos up on the situation board you need to look at.”  Dick said and Nix threw up his hands in the most New Jersey expression he had yet to see from him.  “Didn’t say where I got them.” “Yeah, hard to figure that out.” Ron mumbled and pointed at Nix. “You’re staying here. You’re not going back to that house alone.” “Yes, sir.” Nix said and hummed. “Cock and wine night,  here I come.” “What are they looking for?”  Dick asked to nobody in particular.   It wasn’t the blackmail material, anyone who knew about them wouldn't care they had classified docs floating around. He then looked at Nix.  “They were looking for you.  You’re the most valuable thing in that house.” “Damn, Dick. You guys are one hell of a team.  One second he’s telling me I’m moving in and next you’re telling me I’m a treasure.” “I think we’re looking at this all wrong.” Dick shook his head.    “Boo.”  Nix frowned.   “You’re a treasure, Nix.”  Dick said and then leaned on the kitchen counter.  “I think someone’s trying to take you.” “Take me, Dick.”  “As in kidnapping.” Dick clarified only to have Nix redirect his grin to Ron. “Take me, Ron.”  “Nix.” Dick chided.

And later that morning....

“I need to borrow your truck.”  Ron said as he entered the room.  Dick was getting ready to leave for work and Nix was ogling him putting on his holster.  He wondered at this point if Nix was ever going to go back to his own damned house. “I need it to go to work.”  Dick said and shrugged his shoulders as he got the leather harness to sit right before putting on his jacket.  Then he waved at Nix who still had his own gun, jacket, keys, phone and wallet piled on the counter.   “For us to go to work.” “I’ll drive you.”  Ron said.    “In my single cab pickup with manual transmission?”  Dick asked.   Ron rolled his eyes, and turned to Nix.  “You ride in the middle, unless you have a problem with spreading your legs for a shifter?” “Not. At. All.” Nix hummed. “Great. I’ll drive.”  Ron grabbed the keys off the counter and the remains of his coffee from this morning. “It’s my truck.”  Dick repeated. “And I would like to actually get something done today before I have to pick you two up from work this evening. Like cook complicated dinner your Mom wants me to made in order to seduce you.”  Ron said, not looking for an argument.  Especially since Dick drove like a tourist. “Cock and Wine night.”   Nix reminded Dick. “But…” Dick protested before Ron snapped at him. “You want to shift gears into his crotch right before you go to work on day three, after he already tried to kiss you yesterday?  Going to beat it off in the locker room before your shift starts? Or just jerk each other off in the truck to save time?” Ron asked, bitchier than needed but, by GOD, someone had to smack some sense into him. Things he never thought he would have to do for one Richard D. Winters. “I do believe that is inevitable.”  Nix said.  “So, why don’t you have a car?” Ron huffed. He wanted to bark 'Just get in the damned car' but these two just had to keep asking questions. “I just haven’t decided what I want yet.  Been gone 10 years and have driven army vehicles, not sure what is out there I want.  Other than an antique Mercedes I can’t afford anymore because of our property taxes. Which is fine.  They aren’t as bullet proof as they advertise.  Any other questions?”

[powerfultenderness]

4 Halloween prompts: maybe adrian x diff monster readers? Like, a vampire reader, a "Frankenstein" reader who was built by some guy they don't like, a "mummy" reader who was like a bog mummy or something, and a were wolf??? Like based off of those classic "hammer horror" /universal studios monsters. Idk just ideas 💡 🤔 🖤🖤 love your work obvs \( *´ω`* )/

Full Moon Favor

Rated: T+

Pairing: gn!Werewolf!Reader/Adrian Chase

Summary: You said he was the best (boyfriend ever?), so that means he has to do this favor for you...even if it is a little on the strange side...

Warnings: Light blood/gore. Implied smut. 

Word Count: 2196

A/N: Thank you for the suggestions! I played around with a few classic horror monster ideas and I could not just stop thinking about werewolves!

+ Also big thank you to the people that left kind messages after the first Halloween fic 🧡🖤

🌕[#Vigilante Halloween Masterlist] 🐺

[Masterlist]

[Dividers]

Adrian wasn’t exactly aware of it, but he was drawn to strength, to energy. Which was exactly what you exuded. He could see it in how you carried yourself, in how you practically skipped to your new home, in the apartment across from his. 

He offered to help carry boxes for you, and you smiled so brilliantly at him that his own smile felt strained in comparison. 

“Sure! If you want, you don’t have to, though, really!” He followed you as you bounced back to your truck. Your energy was just so contagious, and soon enough the two of you were laughing as you carried various boxes and appliances up the stairs. 

Turns out you didn’t have much and the job went fairly quickly. 

Adrian didn’t know what it was, but he just knew if he went back home now, it’d feel lonely. He glanced around your bare apartment, your furniture wasn’t due to arrive for a few more days, “hey,” you looked up from the box you were rifling through with a cute tilt of your head. “Want to have lunch with me?”

You smiled at him again, and he felt his heart flutter for the hundredth time that day, “yea, sounds great!”

Lunch turned to dinner turned to breakfast.

-

From the moment he saw you, Adrian could not get enough of you, which was why he was almost two months into dating you after only knowing you for just as long.

Currently you were hanging out with him before work. Luckily for him, you often took night shifts, which left him free time to patrol as Vigilante. You were cuddled into his side, you liked to do that he noticed (and he liked it too!), but your knee was bouncing nervously.

“What’s wrong?” He finally asked during a commercial break.

“Uhm,” you finally pulled yourself up and looked at him seriously. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, concerned about how serious you’d suddenly become. 

“I know we’ve only been dating for, like, two months.” The pause you took, in which you looked so nervous and sad, made him want to shout out that he didn’t want to break up! 

“But, can I ask you a favor?” 

Oh! That’s it? A favor? “Uh, sure. What is it?”

“I mean, if you don’t want to-”

“No, what is it? I’ll do it!”

You reached into a pocket and pulled out a piece of scrap paper and a single key on a key ring. “Tomorrow morning, like sevenish, can you go to this address? On the left side of the house there’s a cellar, can you open it?”

He blinked as he looked at the items he was now holding. Even to him, and he knew he had a high threshold for weird, this was a weird request.

“I’d ask my cousin, but he’s not really the reliable type. I mean, it’s his mother’s house, no one really lives there right now. But last month he didn’t show up till the evening!” 

"Uh, sure. But why?" 

"Oh, it's just a thing!" You checked your phone and jumped up. "I gotta get ready for work!" You leaned down and pecked him on the cheek, "thank you soo much! You’re the best, bye!" 

You rushed out so quickly that Adrian didn't process your words until you were already gone. 

“The best…?” He nodded to himself, if you wanted him to open this cellar, then he was gonna do it! 

-

“Dude, that sounds sketchy as fuck.” Peacemaker said as he stepped out of the car and looked around at the overgrown property.

Adrian, in full Vigilante gear, shrugged as he moved past Peacemaker towards the old looking house. It could definitely use some repairs, but otherwise looked solid. 

“I’m just being a good boyfriend!” He chirped as he followed your directions to the cellar on the side of the house. 

Sure he was a little early, it was still night, but he figured you just didn’t have time to open the cellar at night because of work, and just got used to opening it in the morning, which was why you told him to wait until seven a.m.

Peacemaker’s arm suddenly stopped him from going further, “did you hear that?”

“Huh? Hear what?”

“Shh! That!” Peacemaker sharply whispered and drew his gun while pointing towards the cellar.

Vigilante paused and sure enough he heard some growling coming from the cellar.

“Oooh! It must be a dog!” 

He wasn’t sure why you would trap a dog in a cellar in the first place, maybe it had something to do with the neighbors (he didn’t seem to realize the nearest neighbor was a mile away)?

“Dude, are you seriously gonna let that thing out?” Even as Peacemaker asked, the dog started howling. 

“Duh!” He’d be the exact opposite of a good boyfriend if he just left your dog locked up!

Despite the growls and the second, piercing, howl, he unlocked the cellar door. The padlock was sturdy, high quality, but nothing out of the ordinary. The doors, however, were quite heavy. He grunted as he pulled one door open, however, before he could pull the door fully open, the dog forced itself past the doors, knocking him over in the process. It growled at Vigilante, its front paws planted firmly on his chest.

“Whoa, hey there, doggy!” Vigilante tried to calm it down.

“That’s not a fucking dog!” Peacemaker yelled before firing at it. 

It was fast. It managed to dodge Peacemaker’s first shot and charged him. Peacemaker was thrown off his feet and another shot was fired widely into the nearby woods before his gun was knocked out of his hand. The dog (though Vigilante could see that it’s proportions were all wrong to be a dog) was now crouched over Peacemaker, razor sharp claws ripping right through his shirt and digging into his chest. It reared its head, ready to bite into Peacemaker’s face, when Vigilante tackled it off of Peacemaker.

“No! Bad dog!” Vigilante scolded as he wrestled with it.

“Not! A dog!” Peacemaker yelled as he scrambled for his gun.

“Don’t shoot!” Vigilante glanced over his shoulder, a mistake, as he was thrown off his feet.

He heaved with all his might and pushed the dog off of him. Though the dog continued to growl, it wasn’t as fierce as it circled him. Vigilante feigned right before quickly jumping left. The not-dog woofed as it fell for his feint and quickly corrected itself and jumped at Vigilante. 

Peacemaker, gun in hand again, paused as he watched Vigilante throw the not-dog around again…and it’s tail started wagging.

“What the fuck? Are you playing with it?!” 

Except for the amount of strength Vigilante had to put into keeping himself upright, it very much looked like someone playing with a very large, frightening looking, dog. 

Vigilante laughed, getting a good toss in, “Who’s a good dog?” 

“Not a dog!” Peacemaker yelled again at the same time as the not-dog snapped its jaws loudly in Vigilante’s direction.

It woofed again, jumping onto its hind legs, easily towering over both men, before it landed back on all fours and spun around. 

“What the fuck?” Peacemaker muttered to himself as he watched Vigilante chase after the… he looked at the cellar, the inside of doors were lined with silver. “That thing’s definitely a werewolf.” 

-

Every time Vigilante got close to the dog and tried to reach for it, it would speed up and he’d just miss grabbing its tail. Then it would circle around and knock him to the ground by jumping on his back. It was doing a number on his armor even though it wasn’t intentionally attacking him, so the next time he fell to the ground he stayed in place as it pushed off of his back, back claws tearing painfully through his shirt.

It leapt a few feet away before it realized that Vigilante was no longer following. Even though he’d just been playing with it, his heart still raced in fear as it neared him. 

“I’m okay. Just need a break.” He nearly giggled out as it sniffed at him, its muzzle dripping viscous saliva onto his armor. He closed his eyes, more like blinked, and when he opened them again the dog was gone.

“Uh oh…” 

“Hey, Vij!” Peacemaker finally caught up, at least his gun wasn’t drawn anymore.

Vigilante pushed himself up with a grunt and wiped the dirt off of him, only then noticing how much his armor was truly torn. If this was the creature playing, he didn’t want to be on the other end of it when it was angry.

“You alright, man? Where’d it go?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Well, fuck! We have to go find it!” 

Vigilante started to nod when a howl echoed through the woods around them. Peacemaker got nervous again, and though he’d never admit it, Vigilante got a little nervous too, but he managed to stop Peacemaker from drawing his weapon. 

As soon as Vigilante took a step forward, he had to jump back. He would have fallen over if Peacemaker hadn’t caught him. As soon as his feet had left the ground, a deer dropped from the sky, landing where Vig had been just standing in a disgusting pile of ruptured flesh and bone. Both men screamed.

Then the wolf dropped down next to the deer, landing gracefully first on its hind legs, like a human catching themselves, before dropping to all fours. It growled quietly as it looked at Peacemaker, but since Vigilante was standing right in front of him, it made no move forward. Instead it lowered its jaws into the already torn flesh of the deer. Peacemaker made a disgusted sound and turned his head away as the wolf tore the deer’s heart out.

It dropped the heart at Vigilante’s feet. He gasped, “dude! It’s just like Eagly!” 

He bent down to take the still blood hot heart and though he was still masked, smiled brightly at the creature. “Thanks!” 

“What!? That thing’s nothing like Eagly!” 

Vigilante, now harboring a hunch, removed his mask with his free hand, but didn’t reach for his glasses as he didn’t want to get blood on them. He took a nibble of the heart, Peacemaker gagged in the background, and grinned. “Yum! Thanks, I feel better now!” He held the heart out to the creature, “you can finish it though!”

The wolf hesitated for a moment before taking the heart from him, leaving his gloved hand covered in saliva and blood, and finishing off the heart in two bites. 

Adrian sat down and leaned against a tree, mindful of the scratches on his back, and watched as the wolf devoured the deer.

“That’s disgusting.” Peacemaker gagged once again. 

The wolf stopped eating and stalked nearer to Vigilante, both it and he were now staring at Peacemaker.

“What?!” 

He couldn’t explain how he knew what the wolf was going to do, but as soon as it threw its head back to howl, Adrian did the same. “Awooo!!” 

“Dude! What the hell!” Peacemaker yelled over the sounds of lupine and human howling. 

The two continued to howl, purposefully annoying Peacemaker until the man stomped away back towards the house, more accurately to the car.

Adrian laughed and wrapped an arm around the wolf, running his hand through its fur and threw his head back once more, doing his best to imitate the wolf’s howl.

Eventually the two quieted down, with Adrian leaning against the wolf (or was the wolf leaning against him?) before he dozed off.

-

If you had to guess, it was about seven a.m. when you woke up. You were sprawled on top of Adrian, you’d recognize his cute little snores anywhere at any time, in an attempt to keep your nude body free of prickling sticks and leaves on the forest ground. 

You sat up, careful to remain seated on his lap, and gently shook his shoulder. “Adrian. Adrian, wake up!” 

He woke with a gasp, quickly sitting up himself. 

You stared at each other (his face was still covered in dried caked on blood) for a moment before everything from last registered in your minds.

“Dude! You’re Vigilante!?” “Dude! You’re a werewolf!?”

You blinked. He blinked. “That’s so cool!” 

Adrian suddenly frowned, his hands on your hips gently moving up and down, “you must be cold. Peacemaker probably took the Vigilante mobile.” 

“That’s okay,” you tugged on the chest piece of his armor (no wonder he liked teal so much!), “I can think of plenty of ways to warm up.” 

He smirked and leaned into your pull, “wait, you mean sex, right?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing, “yes, Adrian.” 

“Cool.” His lips almost touched yours when he pulled back again. “But really, if we don’t get you something to wear-”

“Oh! I have clothes back at my aunt’s house.” You looked around the woods, “it doesn’t look like we’re too far from it.” 

“In that case!” 

You barely had time to look back at him before he was eagerly kissing you.

Even if he didn’t exactly follow instructions, things definitely worked out! 

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[hollywoodsargeant]

i have finally read chapter 10 (another amazing chapter btw!) and i have some a lot of thoughts about things (sorry if this is really long, i just have a lot of thoughts after the entire break up with both of them)

i still love the fact that the both of them are so, nonchalant i guess?, by the fact that they’ve fucked before when talking to their partners, oscar being my favourite in this (i’ve said this before but he has brushed off logan seeing his dick and him come as ‘a requirement’ and left it at that)

logan breaking up with mia isn’t unexpected tbh, i feel like he would know that he wasn’t exactly a fan of mia making a ‘giant’ deal over the jersey thing (i still don’t understand the deal about that as an aussie) and then bringing up the entire fucking oscar thing and her reaction to it (which i get it, i would be surprised if my boyfriend had sex with his supposed best friend). anyways i’m excited to see what happens next with logan (he gets his first boyfriend perhaps??? maybe he figures out aviation??? let’s see)

oscar also breaking up with ben wasn’t exactly something i was thinking of until i got to the entire talking about sex part, i felt like he was like ‘wtf man though we’re on the same field yet you’ve made out, and now you’re only telling me you had sex with your best friend??’ so i can feel for him and what he was feeling there. also i feel like oscar was going to say something to ben abt the entire logan calling him baby thing, especially when he called oscar baby in front of ben, which imo pushed ben over the edge there (perhaps that’s why ben wasn’t wanting to wait or whatever for the break up and just said it straight up)

i’m interested to see how both oscar and logan will react/what they’ll do about the entire college thing, from previous chapters we already know logan doesn’t want oscar to leave him, but could it end up being the other way? if he goes with aviation and goes out of state and oscar is the one that stays in?

anyways i’ve extended my thoughts a bit too much and def repeated a bunch but i’m just excited for the story and what will happen next, thank you so much for this chapter and great work as always!

THANK YOU!!! <3 and do not apologize for the long message i appreciate it somuch i love hearing your thoughts and responding to them it makes me veryhappy :)

see they are both well. not convinced that it's normal to have sex with your friend, they're aware that their friendship is pretty not-normal even if they are convinced it's just friendship, but they are both very content in the fact that they did that and as with most things - it just fell into place with them. i know i've referenced a timeline in the fic before as if everything they've ever done is stretched out on this massive straight line, and neither of them are all that fazed by any of it, because it's just them. so oscar is pretty much like Yeah. logan seeing me come is a requirement in logan having sex with me. casual as ever. and ben is like ??? babe wtf. not sure if this makes sense i am just spitting here

rest in pieces logan and mia </3 he did seriously think mia was being dramatic about the jersey thing and he always thought that he's just not stupid enough to tell his girlfriend she's being dramatic... i'll be real i don't totally understand the drama in it either and it's something i witnessed firsthand but. i thought it would be fun petty drama for the fic. and i am very excited for what does happen next with logan there's a thing i know i've referenced before in short snippets but either no one saw them or everyone forgot but i stopped directly referencing it on here so if anyone can find that. gold star

(sorry for vagueing)

obv i knew i wanted to break up oscar and ben soon but i wasn't really planning on doing it this chapter until i was like. Oh well i could make logan talk about his breakup and then oscar thinks about his own relationship et cetera. which is then what happened. rest in peace to those three drowned fruit flies when i start talking about bugs that's how you know it's time to pack it up... and rest in peace ben. he kind of exploded a bit. clearly there was a time when he was very casual about it but -- and i'm p sure i had oscar Wonder about this -- in my head ben did assume all the kissing logan stuff was more in the past than it actually was, like a figuring-themselves-out in middle school type thing. so he was cool kinda teasing about it and calling logan cute or whatever but when it became apparent it was something that was happening recently he didn't really like it. cue jealousy

college will be fun! they have to send out their applications soon! i feel like a lot of ch10 involved vague college talk but that is truly the experience of being a junior/senior in high school. it was like all i would talk about with my friends at the end there

sorry this answer is 10 billion years long actually in case you couldn't tell i thoroughly enjoy discussing this fic. my beloved fic <3

[justdimaprops]

Please ignore these if you don’t feel like answering them or you already answered them ❤️ Fancy a fun question chain to pass around f1blr?? Over to you, lovely!

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr)

Where are you from?

Where do you live?

Any pets?

Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?

Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?

Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)

Driver you’re most attracted to physically

Driver whose personality you like best

Favorite driver friendship(s)

Favorite team principal

Favorite team

Least favorite team, if any

Driver(s) you dislike, if any

If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?

Please send this to 10 (or more!) other F1 tumblr users that you love and want to get to know better 🫶

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr):

Dima! although fun fact, the name Dima is as in the diminutive of Dmitri 🫣 When I made this account I didn't wanna use my real name, and I was figuring out my gender identity back then (but I knew I was leaning more towards the masculine side of things) and I just loved the name Dmitri so I chose Dima since it can be both feminine and masculine

Where are you from?

I don't really try to hide it but I'm not gonna outwardly say it :p I can speak Arabic tho, I'll give ya that

Where do you live?

[Insert Wherever I May Roam by Metallica]

Any pets?

YES! I have a little kitty cat, she's my love and delight, her name is an Arabic word for rainy clouds due to her color and floof (and it was raining the night I got her). We also have an African grey parrot but that's my mom's and he's a jerk, we have a love-hate relationship.

Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?

Carletes <3 It started as simply his intelligence and driving style; he got a great balance of artistry/elegance and scrappiness, then it became because of him as a person. And of course Landito, he's such a talented driver and it's so fun watching him grow.

Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?

Seb and Kimi. Is there much needed to be said about Seb? Dude's a legend, not mentioning all the activist work he does. Kimi was a fricking joy to watch! All that 'leave me alone I know what to do' attitude is a *chef's kiss* (then it's even more exciting when he loses it lol) and I can already see some of that in Carlos and I'm here for it.

Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)

Carlando obvs, and I do like Maxiel as well.

Driver you’re most attracted to physically

Hear me out, I'm frothing for a certain Spaniard but I can't deny that Kimi got one hell of a chock hold on me :") AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON LEWIS GOOD GOD (sorry Landito, lucky for you you got an Adonis of your own you don't need me)

Driver whose personality you like best

I always love me a smart dork (Carlos), and a black cat (Lando). And there's this type of guys that I have always attracted for some reason, I can't name it but I can distinguish it and it applies to (Esteban Ocon) bet you didn't see that one coming.

Favorite driver friendship(s)

Lando/Alex/George are pretty fun together, and so are Lando and Oscar. And of course Lewis/Seb

Favorite team principal

humm..I don't really get into the principals much, but if I gotta choose one then probably Toto. I've seen some of his interviews and he seems like an intelligent person and I really enjoy listening to him.

Favorite team

I don't wanna say Ferrari or McLaren since they obviously have my boys so other than those I would say Williams or Aston Martin

Least favorite team, if any

......Fer*gunshot* IM KIDDING I SWEAR

Driver(s) you dislike, if any

Listen, I don't HATE him, and it's more vibes than any other logical reason but George. He looks like a Ken doll and is so Posh! And I'm posh in real life, yet his poshness still bothers me! It's better when he's with other drivers, especially the trio, but when he's by himself it's just so concentrated and comes off...???

If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?

I will miss Maxiel and Strollonso but my man I can't live without my Carlando

[thedarkmistress16]

please gush about your passions and pastimes!!! I would love to hear about them

ack- im happy you want to hear about them!

Passions:

obvs as y'all know recently and just in gen., i guess, writing- i love crafting worlds and stories where anything can happen and just creating scenes above all else, like getting lost in the details of everything. I love getting lost in my own world and making myself happy as most self-indulgent writers do (and showing off my legitimate skill in a proper form of writing after doing shitpost-y things for so long is pretty rejuvenating, XD). And upon going back to some of my older, posted works and wips, I still laugh at the dumb shit I thought was the best stuff ever and now find myself giving those ideas a refresher like my last writing update, because it's still a legitimately enjoyable read.

i love sketching for similar reasons, but more so to visualize a fuzzy, almost-there idea, usually about fashion. Like recently I re-drafted some outfits for a fic idea I had, in order to make the world and designs make sense in my head. And I redesigned an existing outfit, running with certain themes and embellishments in design. I'm so happy I can churn out simple sketches like that when i really put my mind to it and feel content with the finished product nowadays. I feel accomplished as a hobby artist now and it's all thanks to heavy online research, a few how-to books, and putting effort into one art class. It's the second hobby of mine that I want to be good at, almost as much as my writing. Speaking of, I sometimes draw what I write or dream about because it's that prominent in my head.

Wow i love music guys- ha, but you already knew that *lenny face*

Past times:

I really like playing the simpler games in life- not as much in the vein of it being less difficult or busy, but more so with fewer controls, interesting mechanics, and a captivating style that I can easily fuck around in or beat some levels for a few hours. Bring on the (spider) solitare (only 4 suit sucks ass why do i do this to myself), jewel quest (FUCK YOU CROWS), barbie's fashion show (SINGLE DREAM-), zoo tycoon (fuck guest happiness), and sonic adventure or x-men of course.

MMD vids are v neat, like I know a handful of choreos that are fun as past midnight exercises to get my blood pumping and i get to discover new songs and learn more about other languages at the same time! Also the aph as mmd crack vids are the best whether its them making 'i hate this' or 'yeah im hot shit' faces or being completely into it as they're forced to dance or simply copying a vine. Like, they give me brainrot and serotonin at the same time its so fun. I love seeing all the different outfits for mmd vids in general, too, on top of new covers i never would've known about.

I really love analyzing things in general, actually. It's how I learn most of the things I do and know now, even though it technically causes me to lose large chunks of time because all i'm doing is staring at the damn thing, XD. Sometimes (all the time) I'll look at a gif or vid of a character changing their facial expression as they do/say something and I'll be completely enthralled by it. Something similar happens when I stare at REALLY GOOD artwork. I think it's the technical part of my brain trying to figure out the individual elements which make up whatever that thing is, like what facial muscles are being used to convey that emotion or mix of them, what the character is feeling, how the lighting or shading of the environment or extra details in editing affects said expression, etc. And for art, I'm thinking of the lines, posture, composition, object placement, color palette, negative space, tone, and all that jazz you learn from studying art.

Scrapbooking is a fun pastime for me that's extended from celebratory cards to actual gifts to my personal sketchbooks. It's part of the "creating something out of nothing/seeing what you can create with some basic templates and decorations" kind of mindset. And it makes me happy because I get to be creative and my family members and friends (even my employer) love them as part of their gifts every time and come to expect it from me each holiday, so I'm constantly encouraged to do it in the best way. I've recently kinda gone overboard on using ribbons and charms for the spiral and stickers and washi tape for the actual book itself on my sketchbooks, but I find myself wanting to draw in it more because I did that, lol.

I love rewatching the things I love. I usually have the same commentary about it, but its nonetheless enjoyable. And I never know what new thing I'll discover about it next, even if i've seen it over 50 times and only have it on as background noise and don't actually watch it. And yes, I will easily let something play on repeat at least that many times in my lifespan as well (like, a full day of it, at least).

wow i love staring at characters im attracted to for hours on end can i get a HUYEA-

[zombee]

Blood Under the Skin author’s notes

welcome to my disastrous author’s notes! if you’re planning on rereading Blood any time soon, maybe skip these for now, as i reveal a lot of Secrets.

I publicly shorthand this fic to “medieval au,” but know that in my head I call it princess stede au

Which is why I chose princess songs for chapter titles. And c’mon “someday my prince will come” is PRICELESS poor stede I made it up to him with the whole public sex rimjob okay

Barrabas = Barbados, baharla = Bahamas it’s not that good I still think “baharla” is stupid lmao

I think of any of the shit I’ve written so far, this has the most potential to be made into something original. But I’d have to drop “bonny prince bonnet” because I couldn’t keep “bonnet” and I would be DEVASTATED okay

Stede’s wedding clothes were inspired by his canon wedding clothes, a bit. The color anyway. Poor baby ☹

Ugh I do want to let yall in on some of ed’s inner monologues but WHAT IF I write an ed pov what then!!!!

Ed only “chuckles” until he laughs outright after stede is alive after the poisoning

Doing things “on the inside” vs “on the outside” is autism coding aka masking, and it fades slowly until stede doesn’t do it at all, UNTIL he’s helping ed with his wound, and he does it on purpose to keep calm for ed’s sake. Because it’s still a skill he can utilize instead of a defense mechanism!

Stede is immediately on board with the marriage (obvs) and so he says “his betrothed” and then switches, of course, to “his husband” as soon as they’re married

The cravat scene, and then the stockings scene, are mirrored when ed puts the boots on stede. “now the other, please” and “now you’re perfect” are said first by stede, then by ed

When nigel says “I would call it more sort of flouncing” and then stede says he “flounced after blackbeard” when he first accompanies him to the army camp, that’s on purpose because he’s feeling Annoyed and Ignored

“He was free to think of grisly things he’d like to happen to them inside his own head while he kept a polite expression on his face.” – SO SO SO my princess stede here has been abused his WHOLE life instead of just in childhood/early adulthood. He never got to be a funky lil rich guy on his own, so he wears politeness like armor (very sansa of him – book only I hate GoT). As I hope u noticed, he gets more expressive as the fic goes on

Ed kissing stede at the wedding asldkjfd I just need to WRITE THE ED POV ALREADY

Since my first two big AUs are ed pov, I was worried about trying stede’s. But then I wrote the lines “the flowers clashed with the candelabras, the entertainment was gauche, and the eighteen courses lacked a cohesive narrative.” And I knew I’d be okay.

I had a sideplot of “ed’s men” from the wedding being his bros from all the way back in his pirate days, but I cut it because it didn’t fit anywhere

I will confess I wrote that ed didn’t let the servants into their room on the wedding night because I wanted some sexy undressing. But then I figured out the whole backstory with his mom and was like OHOHOHO

I just love my sweet autistic princess stede, I love how he always puts things in framing of “the ____” (the clothes-cutting, the staring, the thigh-fucking) I just LOVE HIM

“Stede was able to push the sleeves over and off his wrists without assistance, leaving him bare and self conscious.�� – and then in the aldra islands he wears “a lovely sleeveless linen vest” because CONFIDENCE and GROWTH.

“Blackbeard was suddenly very close behind him. Stede could smell the wine on his breath.” / “Bonny Prince Bonnet.” His lips tickled Stede’s ear and his beard brushed against his neck. “The things I’ve heard about you.” / Stede very carefully did not blush. – this was very sexy of me actually and a CANON CALLBACK? In a cartoonmayor fic? Never

When ed says “it’s the fear” when he notices stede has a boner on their wedding night, and then he comes in hot after battle in that one scene ready to frick, ohohoho

Ed telling stede to close his eyes, and then sliding the nightshirt down – that was literally the image that inspired me write this fic.

“you can open your eyes” Of course he could, Stede very nearly said out loud. He opened them anyway. – stede always obeys direct orders (at first) but this is kind of our first hint of Bratty Stede. He pays close attention to exactly what everyone says (my sweet autistic princess)

I think it’s quite obvious what The Staring meant but when I do The Reveal That It’s Love I hope some of yall reread because it’s hella fun to go back and see where I emphasize it (I hope)

Stede, because of his thing with direct orders, is always careful to request (“would you please?”) instead of demand. This changes too throughout the fic especially when he tops

“Oh, yes, we had a jar of their paprika for a while. It was so unlike the one we make here!” – this is a dracula daily reference

I also had a subplot where the whole court was SCANDALIZED and assumed the WORST when stede’s cut-up wedding clothes were found, but ehhhh I just wanted to get stede out of the palace and yknow, I didn’t want to dwell on implications of assault. So just know they’re gossiping about it and triply deserve what they get in the end.

“good night ed” “night stede” – this is of course the first time ed uses his name dun dun DUNNNNN. I also use this exchange three times, and the third one is particularly special. Ed uses “stede,” at first, when his defenses are lowered. That’s why stede blushes at the end of ch.1, because ed calls him by his name instead of his title. Why does he continue to use prince bonnet after things are sorted between them? Well, [redacted in case I write an ed pov]. Also “good night ed” “night stede” I use in a lot of my other fics.

Only one bed? Only one bed. And then I take it away from them but I give it BACK after a week okay

The real journey in this fic is ed becoming the little spoon he is

Don’t ask me the difference between hose, trousers, and pants I DO NOT KNOW

I honestly thought this fic would have a lot more erotic un/dressing but the muse didn’t give me more than a few scenes

Originally I had stede be ticklish too and this whole big scene where ed’s like “we have nothing in common” and stede says they’re both ticklish but that’s not where the fic took me so I cut it

Stocking scene is based a little on that excellent fan art by @aivelin ​https://aivelin.tumblr.com/post/681807914544087040/wonderful-collaboration-with-amuseoffyre-read-fic

The badminton twins (and calico jack) were originally involved in the assassination plot. Jack was going to be another prince and stede was going to be RAGING JEALOUS but again the fic just didn’t take me there so no jack at all and less badmintons then planned. I’m not complaining.

When ed says “absolutely not, fuck off” to the badmintons one of my early readers commented “LMAO ED SAID THE VIBES WERE ATROCIOUS” and I still think about it

“he wore an understated outfit” that includes SHIMMERING HOSE stede I love you SO much

Ed ignores stede because [redacted in case I write an ed pov but you can probably figure it out from context clues]

Yeah yeah I gave ed the canon stede thing that he pays his soldiers but I had to establish early that he’s brilliant

“No!” Stede did more than flinch this time. Had he really just said “no” to his husband? That was worse than blushing. – look how far this baby bratty boy gets toward the end of the fic I LOVE HIM. Also yeah sorry while he’s “flinching” and worried about “punishment” throughout the book… I don’t dwell on that shit but it was Bad guys. Real bad.

“He hoped never to return to the court of Barrabas.” EXCEPT AS A KING YEAH BOIII

A lot of the traveling camp stuff was inspired by The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley. That book imprinted on me as a kid along with the prequel-sequel The Hero and the Crown

I mean a lot of this is just a love letter to the fantasy novels I read as a kid

Blackbeard asks, instead of orders, about the boots. “Would you like to try on a pair of mine?” – Stede allows himself to consider the request before he says yes. Also boy oh boy [redacted for ed pov purposes]

“They were black of course” THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE RUNNING GAGS AND NO ONE HAS EVER COMMENTED ON IT. Stede being like “I love him but god some VARIETY please.” And then I drop it in the scene where they’re in the meadow that yeah, ed has been wearing more colorful clothes like he DESERVES since they got married

Boot scene inspired by this fanart by @shoomlah ​https://shoomlah.tumblr.com/post/682077235089440768/could-be-arranged

Stede getting more and more exasperated with The Staring is also one of my favorite bits

I did technically make stede and ed in their early 30s because while it is very precious to me that they’re older men finding first time queer love (not hating on AUs where they’re younger, I also love those), for Plot Purposes I felt like… offering a 48 year old prince for a treaty is a little silly lmao, AND I needed time for them to dismantle the monarchy. Anyway I don’t dwell on their ages so headcanon as you like.

Cupcake/Thunderfoot is very good please clap

“While he bumped along on Cupcake, not reading,” BITCHY STEDE ILYSM

Stede uses “it would not do” then I have ed use it in the balcony scene bc I love that shit when partners start to parrot each other

Mary sweetie I’m SO so sorry I killed you off in this fic I truly am but it had to happen for the marriage part of the arranged marriage to work, and for stede to be a 33 year old prince who hadn’t been married off yet.

I had to write porn using words like “backside” “take himself in hand” so I just let stede say cock it was just easier

The first time stede even lets himself THINK the word fuck is after he jacks it in the tent ehehe. I was explaining that to an ofmd discord and people were like “he does say fuck though” and I was like yes. Yes I understand that. This is an AU it is not canon. “but he does say it in this episode and this one” YES I UNDERSTAND THIS IS AN A L T E R N A T E U N I V E R S E

Ed liking cupcake as stede’s horse’s name THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR THEY ACCEPT EACH OTHER JUST LIKE THEY ARE

“you were made for fine things, prince bonnet,” “so were you, edward” first time we hear stede use the full name and also [redacted ed pov but hopefully you get the gist from context clues]

Erotic horseback riding lessons is also where stede starts to do things On The Outside and be a lil bratty out loud finally.

I literally copy pasted the wikihow article on horseback riding and made it horny with stede’s thoughts

Ed romance novel hero when

Ed calls him stede again in this scene ohohoho

“And then. His husband started to run his hands all over Stede’s body. There was even brief contact with his crotch. His cock gave another definite twitch.” Yeah this is basically a scene from ski au yeah I reuse scenes from my fics SO WHAT

It’s my medieval bullshit au and I’ll give them showers if I want to

Small motif about mirrors in ed’s castle runs throughout

Erotic bathing scene is my favorite in the fic. It is like, 1300 words? I’ve since written single scenes that are longer ([redacted] and [redacted] in Persephone au so far are both longer) but my writing is pretty snappy and brief. Which is NICE i LIKE that about my writing, but how someone can write like, a 5k word sex scene is absolutely unfathomable to me. One day I might get there.

“Absolutely not.” Stede held his breath for just a beat after that before he felt safe to continue. “We are going to pamper you tonight, my husband.” – stede feeling (mostly) comfortable saying no to ed <3 and calling him “my husband” for the first time <3333 I’ll spoil the ed pov here, every time stede says that he just thinks HUSBAND(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Blackbeard was staring, so who knew really. – have I mentioned HOW MUCH I LOVE STEDE

“It was time for the touching.” – one of my early readers commented “my ace ass reading smut” and I still think about it

There’s a motif with the back of ed’s neck, see if you can spot them all. This was inspired by “The Nettles in the Garden Don’t Go Away,” a soulmate au retelling of season 1, and a fic that actually had me spiraling in despair that my writing will never be that good. https://archiveofourown.org/works/38007859/chapters/94929583 please read it

stede follows the curly girl method in every single one of my fics and this is no exception

“but Ed had quite a lot of hair and he was worth it.” IS THE FIRST TIME HE *THINKS* OF ED AS “ED” GOSH GUYS SOMETIMES I JUST LOVE MY OWN WRITING SO MUCH. Notice it starts to shift more and more until finally he stops thinking of him as blackbeard entirely.

“This is the body soap. It’s–“ “Lavender.” “Yes! You have a nose for fine things, as well.” “It would seem that way.” I’ll never write something this romantic ever again pack it in boys I’ve peaked

Idk why I always use “snuffling” to describe ed’s sleep sounds in my fics but I always do

“got it for you. My bonny prince” stop ed STOP he’s so in love

I was feeling grumpy about trying to describe the castle (visual description is NOT my forte) but @semisweetshadow​ my beta and fandom bestie said “you captured how stede feels about it that’s what’s important” and I’m still glowing from that compliment

I’m an iggy blameologist for LIFE for LIFE and having stede call him iggy is one of my favorite bits for sure

“Stede did not ask about the tapestries, or the candelabras, or the portraits. They had a distinct lack of flair that he had come to associate with his husband’s taste,” – if you didn’t catch this it’s because the castle was not originally ed’s and he never redecorated. Not because he has bad taste ed I love you

The queen’s rooms/king’s rooms with a passageway between is straight from my very favorite book series, the Queen’s Thief books by megan whalen turner. There’s another rather obvious reference in the second to last chapter also (The Queen, called Aldra after her country)

Although stede calls him ed out loud as he’s been instructed to, he does call him blackbeard a few times when he’s distressed, including the Balcony Scene

I know that jim is ooc from canon but look they’ve been in a happy relationship for years and flourished and they’re SECRETLY GOOFY even in canon so it’s justified okay

What stede tells Lucius in the record-keeping scene matches up with what Lucius writes in the epilogue ohoho

Yes I had Lucius say “fade to black” in a medieval au i channel daddy jenky always

In my wwdits au, I made Lucius such a fucking dick because he was Laszlo. I had my excellent beta for ski au point out he was too mean in that one, so I rewrote that. And then in this one he’s supportive and nice, hooray for Lucius

Show of hands who guessed the “when is ed the most beautiful” bit was gonna end when he bottomed

Was so glad I worked in a “Frenchie/Oluwande dream team” aspect of this fic.

“Did they not teach you how to switch in Barrabas?” “I did not know that was even an option.” “Oh,” said Blackbeard. His eyes glittered. “It can be fun, in the right circumstances.” – come on you all knew how this was going to turn out right???

Moon ceremony directly inspired by Tamora Pierce (the spies stuff too actually). Ngl I felt real silly with the worldbuilding in this whole fic, but a lot of you were very encouraging in your comments thank you very much for that. I do like the idea of a trio of gods representing the balance of all things, idk.

Alanna is of course another tammy reference

“Brave Prince Bonnet.” Ed’s lips skated against his own as he spoke. “You always do surprise me.” – do u get it because ed was always surprising him wait don’t leave—

“Blackbeard wouldn’t let him eat anything but broth and toast, and he was starting to get annoyed.” – this is the last time stede will think of him as blackbeard, and it’s because he’s “not allowing” him to do something.

Ah, the ol’ “sex dream making it obvious I want to have sex” trope. Look my fics are just three tropes stacked together in a trench coat what do you want from me.

OKAY BUT BUT B U T “Tell me what it means.” “No.” – this is the first time stede EVER disobeys a direct order and it is NOT A COINICDENCE this is when ed finally breaks on the fricking. Yeah yeah a glimpse into the ed pov but c’mon

“These fucking stupid hose. I can’t get a hand in.” “I’ll be sure to– ah! I’ll be sure to wear pants next time.” – I’m not 100% sure but I think I only have him wearing pants after this. Horny boy. Also a hint that stede is into ~exhibitionism~

Stede accepting ed’s past is very important 2 me and I put it in every fic. Canon parallels etc.

When ed explains he almost lost stede and that’s what finally made him break on the fricking, the epilogue reveal it was actually *izzy* sending assassins just delights me because IT’S IGGY’S FAULT THEY FINALLY BONED LMAO

“The first time his husband fucked Stede in the ass, it would have been perfect. If not for the assassination attempt.” Will I ever write a better opening line I don’t think so. And my hope is I distracted you with the porn to the point you forgot about the assassin until it comes back around.

“Tell me you’re sure again,” Ed said. / “I am fully fucking certain that if your fingers aren’t inside of me in the next thirty seconds I will scream.” – I posted this to the ofmd thirstposting group on facebook and people lost their MINDS

Look I know bottom/top discourse can be annoying and I know if they’re not vers ed is the bottom I KNOW THIS but bottom!stede is very precious 2 me. Anyway they ARE vers in this so nananabooboo

I can give stede one (1) hands free orgasm I do not care if it’s not realistic

Some definite [redacted ed pov] going on in this chapter

He does start joking around about his violent tendencies after this bc love and acceptance

Stede positing the assassins might be trying to start a war between ed and barrabas is correct – it was just iggy doing it!

The “stede kills someone, olu & jim comfort him” very canon of me please clap

When ed is like “wait YOU killed him?” that is kind of a reference to my wwdits au lol

Stede asking for fricking to help him not feel the pain is actually a reference to a tywin/sansa fic I like I know it’s gross I’m sorry but it’s so FUCKING good. Let me know if you want that link.

Okay so obvy stede goes through a lot of Sexual Growth. but with the thigh-fucking, ed also goes through some with stede where he’s like, yknow, so concerned with stede feeling comfortable all the time that he doesn’t always pay attention to what stede is ACTUALLY signaling (I mean, [redacted ed pov]). Anyway so the intercrural is a little bit ed *trusting* stede. I’m always keen to work on consent on all levels, not just verbal, so yeah. They’ve fucked A LOT at this point, ed knows stede very well, and if stede ever told him flat out “no” of course he’d respect that. ANYWAY.

Also lots of bratty stede in these two smut scenes aw yis

“For fuck’s sake,” said Frenchie. “Let us watch, or leave us alone.” Do I have a smut scene in my head where Frenchie and stede DP ed MAYBE I DO MAYBE I DON’T

Calling the aldran princess tiffany is just a lil joke on the tiffany problem lol - https://medium.com/swlh/the-tiffany-problem-when-history-makes-no-sense-703b86522627

Ed backstory is very precious 2 me DISMANTLE THAT MONARCHY BABES YES

“there was a room with showers” I HASTILY MENTION BEFORE A RIMJOB SCENE OCCURS

“You are not Blushing Baby Bonnet. You never were. And if anyone ever makes you feel like that again, I will kill them.” / “Maybe a maiming, darling. No need to go so far.” – see stede accepts ed for all of him (canon parallels huzzah) and they can JOKE about it now even though [redacted ed pov but I bet you can guess]

Yeah I headcanon stede as gay (as in homosexual gay not blanket term gay) (and usually ed too) but idk sexuality is always fluid imo so having him react to the lesbians is kind of a winkwink nudgenudge there. And also the “winking over the thigh while she eats someone out” is from orange is the new black, which I didn’t think I got past the second season but god natasha Lyonne you imprinted on me in that moment

Idk why stede would have read porn his whole life and never read about ass eating but it’s fiction let me have this

Okay okay so scene where ed comes in hot in the tent, i think/hope I handled it okay. You should all know whenever I write from a bottom pov, I’m channeling my bestie, and they would be very VERY into something that rough. So stede is obviously Into It, but like I said in the notes it’s something they should have talked about first. And like, [redacted ed pov] is really why it doesn’t happen in that moment. anyway stede’s a lil slut and I’m glad they talked about it.

OKAY SO the nightshirt wedding night scene is the inspiration for this fic, and the “stede explains his fantasies and ed responds with ‘I just want your dick inside of me’” is the thing that KEPT ME GOING when I stalled out on this fic. I knew I wanted to write it so bad and if you paid attention to the tags when you first read this story you’ll notice it says “Bottom stede bonnet” “OR IS HE” because I’m not subtle

“always from the perspective of the ravishee, never the ravisher” look modern aus are fun but it’s real fun to play with silly pov like this lol

Butt plug hurt/comfort it’s the new hot genre

I’ll be honest the scene with the barabassian emissary doesn’t make much sense but you get the vibe right

For some reason I seem to stall out at like 25k, that’s been the case with all five of my multichapters so far (shoves coffeeshop au in the corner) so I was gnashing my teeth about this. Until I was like, yknow what, I literally don’t have to show the whole fucking war or dismantling of the monarchy, stede topping REALLY IS A GOOD WAY TO END THE FIC and it is. It is! It is, right?

I did know for sure the last line was going to be “I’ve always loved it when you blush.”

And then the epilogue my beloved. Iggy you fool. Monarchies suck. Etc.I

HOPE YOU LIKED THE FIC I think of any of the multi chapters I’ve written so far it’s really the best one. I’m working on (and hopefully almost done with) a hades/Persephone AU right now that has got some fucking cool wordbuilding and I only stole like 25% of it from lore Olympus. Hit that subscribe if you want to know when that comes out! Cheers m’dears!

[hoboal87]

Good Girl, Bad Boy

Characters: F!Reader, Jared, Jensen

Pairing: J2 x F!Reader

Summary: Jared can't follow Jensen's rules, so Jensen uses Y/N to punish him.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: polyamory, orgasm denial, cock cages, dom/sub relationships, daddy!kink, dom!jensen, switch!reader, switch!jared, M/M sex, anal play, anal sex, oral (m/f receiving), a miniscule dash of fluff. Y'all this smut from the onset!

A/N: this is a collab with the wonderful @synmorite. @writethelifeyouwant challenged us to write a fic after seeing how crazy we get on @negans-lucille-tblr's discord channel. Bee gave us the prompt, "Jensen needs to punish Jared, and he's using Y/N to do it." This was written through a series of reblogs, with Syn and I only writing one part at a time with no discussions about what the other was going to do. The original post is here.

No Beta obvs, just two thirsty girls.

I did do some slight editing, really just breaking up the dialogue breaks, I did not add or subtract anything written by Syn or myself.

My Masterlist

Sydney's Masterlist

“Since you can’t do as you’re told, we’ll have to use this instead,” Jensen grunts as he fastens the cage around Jared’s now softening cock.

Y/N leaned forward and pulled Jared’s wrists up to hook them into the handcuffs attached to the headboard. Jared whined as Jensen grinned and said, “No touching now, baby boy.”

Y/N moves onto Jared thigh, positioning her bare pussy on top of him as Jensen ties Jared's ankles, keeping him spread eagle. Slowly, Y/N starts to rock forward on Jared’s thigh, spreading her slick along his skin. Jared’s gaze zeroed in on his shiny flesh as he let out a low moan at the sight.

"Nuh-uh, babygirl," Jensen scolds you, letting his voice drop. You were already tense from a day full of teasing and you both know its not going to take much for the coil to snap. "If you're gonna get off, you'd better have my cock in you."

Y/N stopped moving immediately with a small whimper.

“Remember that we’re punishing Jared for coming without permission. You don’t want to be punished too, do you? Now you know what to do next.” Y/N nodded as she ran her hand down Jared’s caged cock, to his balls, to his still gaping hole.

Slowly, Y/N started to tease Jared hole. Jensen had instructed him to keep a plug in him while he was in quarantine, edge himself over and over again, but no cumming. Jared, the brat, of course couldn't help himself, sending you a video of him jerking off, spilling himself onto his tan and taut stomach. He'd begged you not to show Jensen, but you knew better than to hide this from him, lest you get your own punishment.

Part of you just wanted to help Jensen punish Jared though. It was one of the few times that Jensen gave you some control. You still had the rules to follow, of course, but it meant that you could play with Jared and watch him become desperate underneath your hands, your fingers. You smiled as you teased a finger into Jared’s hole to press against his prostate as he jerked beneath you. Jensen laughed, “Better hold on tight if you’re gonna play that game Y/N.”

Your mouth waters as you watch Jared's cock twitch in its cage, and he lets out another whimper as you hit his prostate again. Jensen moves behind you, his hand connecting with the bare flesh of your ass. It's not enough to leave a mark, only to remind you that you might be currently domming Jared, but Jensen was the alpha in the room. You let out a low moan when Jensen's fingers run through your slick, and you can practically see the smirk on his face.

"My two perfect little cock-sluts," Jensen works his thumb over your tightest hole. "Whaddya think I'll be the best way to show Jare that he should always follow Daddy's orders?"

You shivered as you pressed back against Jensen’s finger. You worked another finger into Jared and pressed against his prostate again without letting up. Jared’s back arch and he let out such a delicious whine that had goosebumps rising all over your bare skin. Jensen slowly pushed his own thumb through the tight ring of muscles at your hole and you let out your own gasp. You worked yourself back and forth on his thumb before turning your head and asking Jensen, “Can I pick something from the toy box to use on him, Daddy?”

"I dunno, babygirl," Jensen tsks, slipping two fingers into your dripping pussy, causing you to gasp out. You'd been under the same orders as Jared; two weeks without cumming, and the feel of his thick digits inside of you almost sends you over the edge. "Our baby boy wants to be fucked, and I don't think it'll be much of a punishment" -- Jensen slides a third finger into you -- "if we give 'im what he wants."

Jensen twists and pumps his fingers inside you, searching until he finds that spot inside you. You pull your fingers from Jared’s hole unable to continue playing with him as you moan out. You lean forward draping yourself over Jared’s sweat slick skin as Jensen thrusts his fingers in and out, faster and faster. “No coming yet, baby girl. ‘Member what I said? Can’t come till it’s my cock in you.” You whined and nodded before pressing your mouth against Jared’s chest. After Jensen hit that spot again, you bit down into Jared’s chest leaving teeth marks as Jared gasped out and his cock twitched in its cage.

Jared tugs against his restraints, "please, Jen," he begs, "lemme touch." You love seeing Jared like this, desperate and needy, giving all control up to you and Jensen. You want to have his hands on you as well, but you'll have to wait until Jensen's done doling out Jared's punishment. The most you can settle for at the moment, is a rough and sloppy kiss from Jared. You run your hands into his hair, giving it a tug as your tongue licks into his mouth.

“No, no baby boy. Y/N was a good girl, she waited like she was supposed to. You were bad. You don’t get to touch. You don’t get to decide.” Jensen taunted. He came around the side of the bed closest to Jared. Jared looked up at him as you ran your fingertips down his chest, sucking dark marks into the tan skin as you went. Jared whined at Jensen again.

“Please Daddy? I can be good!”

Jared pulled involuntarily at the restraints again as you tugged a nipple between your teeth. Jensen smirked down at you both before leaning down taking Jared’s mouth hungrily with his own. You watched the kiss, feeling the wetness pooling even more between your thighs. Jensen pulled away and Jared chased his lips, but Jensen stayed just out of reach.

“Why don’t you prove it, baby boy?” Jensen said with another smirk.

Jared nodded eagerly, and Jensen let out a barely audible good boy. Jensen brought his lips to yours and smacked your ass again with a command of ‘up.’ You lift your ass into the air, straddling your body over Jared’s, letting your breasts just barely touch his chest. The sound of Jensen removing his belt is like music to your ears, and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Jensen wastes no time, swiftly entering you and burying himself to the root. You’re glad he started to open you up with his fingers, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to enjoy this nearly as much. He holds himself there for a moment, before grabbing you by the nape of your neck, bringing your back flush to his chest. “Bet it won’ take ya long to cum, will it, slut?” he grunts as he starts thrusting into you.

You reach your hands down and grip onto Jared’s hips to hold on as Jensen thrusts grow harder and deeper. You can feel the coil tightening and tightening in your belly as Jensen’s hand slides around the front of your throat gripping just tight enough. His other hand slides down over your breasts and belly to start circling your clit harshly. You close your eyes and lean your head back on Jensen’s shoulder, panting. You feel Jensen bite at your neck before whispering into your ear, “Open your eyes baby girl. Look at what we’re doing to our boy.” You open your eyes and look down at Jared. His knuckles are white as his large hands are wrapped around the chain of the handcuffs and his hips are jerking up softly as his cock leaks precum onto his beautiful stomach. He’s making soft whines and whimpers that immediately make you remember the video he sent to you. The one that got him in trouble. Your gaze moves up from his cock and belly over all the little marks you left on his chest, and over his throat that is tensed as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down with each deep swallow. Finally, your hungry gaze meets his and you cum with a scream as you meet his lust black eyes.

“See?” Jensen grunts, moving one of his hands down your belly and over your clit. He starts rubbing you, working you through your orgasm and straight into another. You’ve barely come down before the coil snaps again and you sag against Jensen’s body.

“Those who follow the rules get rewarded.” If you weren’t on cloud nine, you’d feel bad for Jared, his cock straining against the cage. “Whaddya want now, babygirl?” Jensen groans as he slows his hips. You’re too orgasm drunk to form any coherent thoughts, all you want now is Jared’s mouth, and Jensen seems to notice when your eyes fall on them and you lick your lips. “You wan’ Jared to eat my cum out of you?” Jensen taunts, and you nod your head.

“Okay, baby, because you’ve been such a good girl, we’ll let Jared use his perfect mouth.” Jared hums in approval, and Jensen speeds up his thrusts, and after a few moments, he’s cumming hot and sticky inside you. He pulls out quickly, and you can feel him dripping down your thighs as you crawl back over Jared, placing your pussy above his mouth.

You grip the headboard next to the handcuffs and lower yourself down. Jared leans forward and licks up your inner thighs collecting the cum that escaped your pussy. He hums happily at the taste as he makes his way to your still dripping hole. The chain rattled as Jared pulled against them again. His long tongue dipped into your hole as you pushed down onto him more.

“Would you like me to remove the handcuffs?” Jensen asked from behind you. Jared pulled back a little as you moved your hips to follow his mouth and said “Yes, Daddy.” Jensen chuckled.

“Oh, baby boy, I wasn’t asking you. I was asking Y/N. Do you want Jared to be able to hold you still? While he eats every last drop of my cum?”

“Yes, please daddy. Please let him touch me.” You whined out.

“Ok, baby girl. For you.” Jensen reached forward and opened the cuffs, releasing Jared’s wrists. His hands immediately flew to your hips and yanked you further down onto his mouth. You let out a gasp as Jensen warned, “That’s the only place you can touch for now, baby boy. No where else.”

Jared agrees happily against your pussy, humming as his tongue moves frantically through your folds. His grip on your thighs tighten, and you’re sure that there will be imprints of his hands bruised on you tomorrow, not that you mind. You grind your pussy against his face harder, chasing one final orgasm, but you wanted to be able to see Jensen when you came-- another punishment for Jared. His name, not Jared’s, is the one you’re going to scream out. As you feel your third orgasm start to crest, you stop, and reach behind you for Jensen, you don’t feel him there, and you let out a needy whine. You turn your head and see Jensen on his belly, tonguing Jared’s hole, and slowly stroking his now-released cock. You reach out and tug on his short strands, not enough to elicit a punishment, but just to get his attention.

“What’s a-matter, baby?” Jensen pulls up, and Jared groans at the loss of Jensen.

“Need you, Daddy,” you moan. “Wanna see you when I cum.”

You turn yourself around so that you’re now facing Jensen, who starts working his cock into Jared. You lean forward, so that Jared’s cock is right under you, you look up at Jensen with wide eyes, asking silent permission to take his cock in your mouth.

“You don’t cum until I say so,” Jensen places his hand on Jared’s thigh, and you know he’s talking to both of you. “If you do, I’ll only be using those slutty mouths of yours for the next two weeks, and you won’t be able to cum that whole time, is that understood?”

You lift off of Jared slightly so that Jensen can hear a “Yes, Daddy,” from each of you.

You work Jared into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you can. One of Jared’s hands disappears from your thigh as starts teasing your hole, working you into a frenzy. Jensen either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, but you’re sure that he’ll make Jared pay for his disobedience later. When Jensen gives him permission, Jared cums with a groan, hot and salty down your throat, and you greedily swallow every drop.

Jensen then pulls out of Jared, stroking himself as his spills over Jared’s stomach. “If you’re good, next time I’ll cum in this tight little ass of yours,” he scolds. “Now, since Y/N is the only one who can be a good girl, you’ve got 30 seconds to make her cum, or you’ll be wearing that cock cage for another week.”

Jensen scoops up his cum with his fingers, and brings them to your mouth, where you eagerly suck them dry. It only takes another moment before you cum a final time on Jared’s face. You take a moment to catch your breath before crawling off of Jared, and lay down next to him, Jensen appearing at your other side, sandwiching you between the boys.

“Y’all miss me?” Jensen breaks the silence.

“You know it’s not the same when you’re not here,” Jared speaks over you. “Now that The Boys is done, you can have a role on Walker. Come home to us every night.”

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