#promises unkept

[silverstudios]

New friends on Halloween

It just needed something to eat...but it'll happily take new friends too~

Alone. 

It was realizing that it hated that word, and this feeling. 

It trouted out of their-...its cave at 5:55pm, claws shaking slightly, an awful gnawing at its center and the slash across its side wasn’t making it feel any better. At least the costume was doing its purpose, keeping the stinging wound protected from outside invasion and helping in the regeneration process, but the costume alone wasn’t enough. 

It needed something, someone, anything to eat- it’s been too long since it gotten this stupid injury, too long since winfrey was taken from it, and far too long since it's even eaten an animal-

It was starving…in more than just the physical sense. 

Its eyes still felt raw after all the crying was done- it hates crying, it hates feeling so incomplete…

It stopped at the edge of the tree line, hidden by the dense leaves of a bush and watched, blinking heavily and tail raised in confusion. 

Had it gotten the time wrong? The sun was down, it was dark, but yet there were still so many humans out and about. It was a lot of the little humans too, and they were wearing…costumes? Since when did humans wear costumes??? 

It hesitated at first, glanced back the way it came, but the growl that raced from it made it look back to the oddity happening on the street. It just needed One human, one good sized meal, and then it could flee and heal. 

It stepped out of the bush, straightened its back, and began walking about. It waited for screaming, for panic….but all it got was the occasional glance, and one human smiled at it. 

“Dude, love the costume!” it blinked, tail twitched, and before it could respond that tall yet not mature- teenager?-teenagers- humans had walked off, laughing alongside each other. Did….were they not able to tell? They did smell weird, an awful fermented smell, so not good prey-it could not afford to get sick. 

It walked a little bit longer, glancing around, sticking to the side of the street with less houses and less lights- awful bright things they are- and looked for someone separated, someone else Alone. 

It tried not to focus on the fact that so many of these humans had a pair, tried not to tear up and blinked away the stinging in its eyes. Now is not the time-

“C’mon John!! Just a little higher, I can almost reach it!!” It blinked, glanced toward the darkened yard and crouched, claws digging into the damp grass as it snuck closer. That voice was little, and upset, and sounded tired. It peaked around the side of the…what do humans call these mini buildings again? Shed- yes, shed, it peaked around the side of this shed, all covered in pumpkin stickers and….broken eggs? It resisted the urge to lick them off, maybe later. 

And standing before it, on top of each other's shoulders, were two little ones. Little boys, one dressed up in a brown hat and vest with boots that were too big and the other had his costume of white sheets and see through lace hung around his shoulders as he lifted the other up. The little cowboy was reaching up, hand outstretched and balance unsteady, grasping at a small orange and yellow bucket above them. Both their faces were red- they’ve been crying recently too- and teeth gritted. 

“Jason I can’t get any higher!!” “Well we have to get Ashley’s basket! We promised!” The little cowboy- Jason- shifted and reached a little bit closer while on his tiptoes- 

Clyde didn’t have time to process what happened, one second it watched them, the next it stood next to them, Jason wrapped up in its tail upside down and both little ones staring at it in surprise. It blinked, letting the actions make sense in its mind- John had lost his grip, Jason had slipped, a fall from even that small of a height would have broken his neck, instinct had overtaken thought- and smiled slightly as it set him down. 

“....Um- Thanks.” Jason coughed, cheeks tinted red and glanced away, rubbing the back of his head. It hesitated to speak…but smiled. “WeLcOmE.” It was raspy, and not human like, and it waited for them to run…but it blinked at the sympathetic looks. 

“You got that bug too?” John chuckled. “My brother and dad both got it and they sound just as raspy as you.” 

Bug- cold, illness. It hesitated, glancing away before nodding. It looked up at the tree, at the little basket in it, and pointed at it and tilted its head. “WhY?” “Oh- Some buttheads bully older kids!” Jason stomped his feet. “They got mad that we saw them egging Miss Camper’s house and when we said we’d tell her, they threw Ashley’s basket up there.” John sighed. “We’ve been trying to get it down for her so she could trick or treat with us…” 

Well that is just rude. It glared slightly at the story-tail thrashed against the ground in shared frustration and moved over to the tree. The children made questioning sounds as it grabbed onto the rough wood-this tree was old, and sick, and if it had to guess it wouldn't be here come next year- and raised itself up. Those two didn’t have claws, they weren’t made to climb trees- it was. Up and up, spiral around that branch, knock down that old plastic toy with its tail, and onto the branch. Its tail hooked around the fabric handle of the little plastic pumpkin, and lowered the prize down the onlooking children- whose eyes seemed to sparkle in amazement. Once Jason took it, it dropped itself from the branch- the ground made a quiet squelch sound as it landed hard onto the damp grass, and looked down at the two. It smiled. “ThErE.” “That was Amazing!!!” John raised his arms up and bounced. “Oh you HAVE to teach me how to climb trees like that!!!” 

It blinked and snickered, tail swinging in amusement, then blinked as a glove covered hand took hold of one of it’s fingers. 

“C’mon, let’s go find Ashley!” Jason beamed and began to move. It could have pulled away- or it could have pulled this one closer, its inside gurgled angrily at the lack of substance within…but it followed, tail curled, head tilted. It was…nice, to have this little bit of company right now. It waited a few weeks for its wound to heal enough to move, it can wait until they find Ashley.  

“Oh, my name is John by the way!” John, now confirmed to be the little boy in the ghost costume, smiled up at it. “That’s Jason.” “Yuuup!” It smiled at those silly little ones… “...ClYdE.” “Nice to meet cha, clyde!” It squinted its eyes happily at that, tail swinging a little faster. It had to wonder why they hadn't noticed it wasn’t human yet…but then again, some of the costumes it is seeing as the trio walks down the path looked pretty similar to it. 

“....WhY CoStUmEs?” “....It’s halloween.” John smiled at it, and then blinked at it when it tilted its head. “.....You…do know what halloween is, right?” The small gasp that came from him when it shook its head brought a grin to its face and a quiet snicker. “Dude- Halloween is like- The best time of the year!!! You get to dress up, you get to see all the cool spooky stuff, you get to trick or treat and get free candy!!!” John shakes his arms up and down to add to his point, and Clyde couldn’t help but snicker a little louder at the action. “Jason we have to let Clyde trick or treat with us, this is an outrage.” “Yeah- Ashley!!” Jason let go of its finger and raced forward into a small crowd. It hesitated, tail stopping dead mid swing, breath held- and then released as the small cowboy returned, a little girl in tow. She wore a puffy dress that sparkled and a small gold crown on her head, her eyes were puffy and red and she held a small wand alongside her returned basket. She was smiling, tears in her eyes as the two came over. “This is Clyde, they got it down!” Jason made a small gesture to it, and Ashley looked up at it- and then slammed into its leg, arms wrapped around it. 

It froze, the entire body went stiff, tail raised….and it knelt down and patted her back. Careful to not touch exposed skin, thank Six she had long sleeves, and a quiet rumble came from it. “T-Thank you so much.” She sniffled out, looking up at it with tear filled eyes but a large grin before stepping back and rubbing her eyes. Jason held onto her and wiggled side to side, and John sighed and poked her. “We’ll tell Miss Camper about the egging tomorrow, for now let's have fun for the rest of the night with our new friend!” 

It blinked, looking down at the three little ones. “....FrIeNd?” “Well- yeah!! You helped get her basket and you’re cool!” John beamed at it, and it blinked a few more times. 

Friend…friend is like partner, friend is companion…friend is someone to spend time with and enjoy, and to hunt and play and sleep-

But these are humans- these are little lives that will fade in the time it takes to blink, and can be snuffed out even faster. Human are prey, it was predator…but humans were also sentient, also had small souls- 

It held onto sentience and souls within-

Its stomach growled, its pupils dilated- and it smiled wide. 

“FrIeNdS!” it wrapped up all three into its arms and rose to its full height, moving them side to side as it turned on its heels and walked back toward the darker side of town. It didn’t want a crowd to see this, this was just for it and its new friends. The three of them let out startled, then excited and giggling sounds. It curled them up, particular to keep a good grip on the wiggling things, and particular to see how Big they were….

…

It could fit all three of them in whole, Combined they were barely the size of its torso. It rumbled as it kept walking, and John stopped wiggling and looked around. “Um…..Clyde?” “Hm?” “Where are we going?” It giggled. “....TrEaT.” “...Oh, you know a good house or something?” “SoMeThInG.” There, nice and quiet and dark- a few lights but for the most part, isolated.

Perfect. They were looking around, pointing at the houses with lights on, wondering which of these houses were its special treat spot- None of them noticed it open its mouth. It wouldn’t chew, its teeth were sharp, that would hurt and it didn’t want to hurt its little pals…. John had glanced up- and didn’t even get to yell. One. Ashley had gone to a door, banging on it, but it scooped her up before the door opened. Two.

It was surprised by how fast Jason was with those oversized boots, but it caught up just as fast. Three. In the distant, it could hear people raising their voices, calling out little names. 

-

It couldn’t stop purring as it slinked around the edges of town, its claw resting on its chest. They were trying to get comfortable, shifting and squirming, muffled sounds and voices. It felt so warm… It should likely return to its home, to rest- but it wanted to keep experiencing this “Halloween”, it wanted to keep going- just for a little while longer. Maybe it’ll find itself more little treats. More little friends. They were warm, and soon to be its friends forever more- but they were quite small. It could fit a couple more within-

Something latched onto its leg, and it jerked. Eyes looking downward, it blinked. A small boy, sniffling and rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry…” The little boy sniffled. “I did the one thing you told me not to do and I lost them…” It blinked… and ruffled their hair slightly. The boy sniffled- and then yawned. “I wanna go home, Alex…” He yawned, arms wrapped further around its leg and face pressed in a little. “.....I’m sleepy and I'm upset.”  

It smiled and reached down, claws hooked under little arms and lifted him up. He certainly did seem sleepy, eyes squinted and mostly shut, slightly bags under them. This little guy needed a nap…

Surely he wouldn’t mind joining this little friendship, he seems like such a sweet kid- and it’d be so wrong to leave someone alone when they asked for help. It smiled, large and bright for him.

“Night Nighy~” Ah, it’s voice sounds so much better with its three little friends added to it, less like it had an awful cold. He squinted and paled. “You’re not Ale-” Four. It stood there, a purr racing from it and tail swinging in glee, another warm weight tucked within, another new friend for it to keep. “.........L-Lewis….?” It froze, and looked over its shoulder. Two boys, pale as the moon above, one holding a trembling flashlight in their hand and the other had dropped his basket, hands covering his mouth. Tears in their eyes, faces filled with dread. 

Ah ...They must be friends with the sleepy one… The air was silent as they stared at one another, the two boys frozen in place…And Clyde grinned brightly, teeth shown and mouth open slightly. Well, 6 Was its favorite number and it would be so wrong to separate such a cute little group of friends…

“.....Norman.” The one with the flashlight whispered as it turned fully to face them, taking a slow step forward. “.....Y-yeah Sam?” “Run.” 

Oh how fun, they’re playing Tag. Clyde has to guess that it is It. 

It Loves this game!

It caught Sam first, the boy was a slow runner, limping on his left leg and he seemed to know it. He had turned and grabbed onto it- and he went down screaming the whole time. 

Five. 

It slowed as it approached the tree, the sounds of panicked breath badly muffled behind hands. It grinned and lowered itself, the grass had dried, its tail slamming across the sidewalk so that the boy would look in the other direction…

His yelp of surprise when it tapped his shoulder had made him taste all the sweeter.  

Six. 

By now, the night wasn’t quiet, shrieks and yelling of little names and worried cries filled the air, but it didn’t mind. Afterall, it had its fill and it had its friends, it was as good as any time to return to the cave- “I wanna go home” A muffled voice echoed from it, and it purred and wrapped its arms around itself, nuzzling itself with glee. 

“Don’t worry, we’re going home now~” It purred, and entered the tree line at 7pm.

[epicallyepicepilogue]

Okay, but whatever happened to...

Fisk didn't exactly hold up his end either...

[sourlemons262]

Wow guess who finally got her Kickstarter shipping email after over a year since it started and only after I sent a pissed off email yesterday telling them to get their shit together because I don’t have any of the stuff I paid over $250 a year ago for…..

[vincentzany]

Extended felix verse

[fideidefenswhore]

Chapuys changed his opinion of Jane?

He doesn’t say anything overtly hostile about her, but he doesn’t praise her past that ‘Pacific’ comment that he gave in his audience.

I doubt it had much to do with personal like or dislike however, I think it was more that he was embarrassed that all his predictions and promises involving her he’d made to Charles V had not panned out. She was not instrumental in Mary’s restoration because this did not occur. Her visit with her father and new stepmother did not presage a permanent place at court (which maybe explains why he oversold her new staff at her continual residences in joint households with Elizabeth as her being served ‘with greater honour than when considered Princess’, that’s simply false, her household staff in 1533 before its dissolution was far larger and the household itself far grander and more expensive in its upkeep); by September 1536, Chapuys takes pains to explain why she has not so much as visited court the entire year (since this doesn’t seem to suggest much change since the status quo of perpetual uninvitation during the reign of AB) as being because ‘she will not be invited until the coronation takes place’ (the implication being it was feared Mary would overshadow her stepmother otherwise) …and then Mary is invited the next month, by which it has not.

[slut4poets]

I’m no victim, I’m no slave

Of the words that you might say

Cause words were promises in the old days

Times have changed

I didn’t stay

-this time

[animeengineer]

We couldn’t even throw Trump in prison after four years, and he’s actually tried to overthrow the government. What’s Elon worried about?

If you need a reason to vote for Kamala

[jumissshop]

"Hello?" "How have you been?" The world has become a place where even asking these simple, familiar questions feels intimidating due to the pandemic. Casual promises like "Let's meet again soon!" or "Let's grab a meal sometime!" have turned into 'unkept promises' far too often. We have experienced so many moments where these words couldn't be fulfilled. For now, we should be thankful just to be alive and breathing.

[skyrigel]

Simon wasn't really vocal about affection, ofcourse he's in love with you but there's yet to learn soft words and soft love for a man who grew up with hard words and hatred.

All this cutesy talk came to you when he was drunk, after a mission where he was hauled up by his knackered mates who needed booze to calm off their tits.

Sure you have seen him down one or two drinks many times, but this vulnerability was very new when he couldn't put key in the lock and after staring at shuffling at the door for five minutes, you finally opened the door only to be met by a very sloppy, dizzy, utterly cute grin.

“Hullo” Simon slurred, hands reaching out to your waist and gasping for some reason like a curious child, “Hey my love.” he breathed, his cold nose mapping the cartography of your neck, before keeping his chin over your head and swaying you in his arms.

You chuckled out, face pressed against his chest as he embraced you. It's the fifth time he has called you that. “Hi there big man.”

“How iz da world's most pretty —” Simon uncoiled his one arm to count off on his thick fingers, “Cute,” another up, “Strong,” another digit, “Sweet, loving, caring, my most precious !” he counted in one go where there was more compliments than fingers to upload the statement.

You didn't say just about to die in love, instead listened to his heartbeat, trying not to tear down as Simon continued on and on in his sonnets.

***

“Why are ya so pretty ?” he asked, grabbing your wrist as you tucked him in bed after getting him out of his sweaty, dirty gear and making him drink water.

“Because you're drunk.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his inner wrist where a bundle of nerves jolted, Simon's eyes widened once, and then he smiled like he had never before.

“Won't be tommorow lovie, but you,” he purred out the 'you' so softly, that it felt spilling through his heart, unbound and unkept and uncontained. “You will be just as pretty tommorow, even more.”

“Even more ?” You asked, turning off the lamp and leaning further over his face in dim light.

“Every moment is made for ya' to get more pretty, pretty, pretty.” Simon said, his jaw slackened and a grin glimmered through his small giggle.

Did you just see Simon ghost Riley giggle ?!

You kissed him sweetly on his forehead, and pecked his mouth, and again, “Sleep now, yeah ?”

“Even more.” Simon tucked back a lock which was hanging loose, behind your ear very delicately. It was a promise.

Masterlist

[silverstudios]

Flee (Promise unkept timeline)

WOO I finally got this done, sorry about how long it took things have been crazy recently. Anyway, Alex moment :D

Alex was well aware that what they were doing right now was the act of a coward-Or at very least it felt like it. 

Their knuckles were white against the scratched up and itchy wheel cover that they have had for far too long, the engine sounded like it was begging to be put out of its misery as they thundered across the empty streets with the only company they kept was the quickly setting sun and dread of knowing what was going to become of what was once their hometown. 

It was the act of a coward to run and save their own life instead of facing what they knew was coming and maybe convincing their friends to Not eat the entire population of the town. 

But they also knew that isn’t how that interaction would go. They knew the second Clyde got into their house and they were still there, that they’d end up right alongside Lewis before they could even get a single word in. Tucked away within the veldgun’s rib cage like some kind of twisted version of an eternal hug…

For a while, Alex had always figured Clyde was just- joking about eating them. When they first started this odd friendship, they had been just waiting for the boot to drop, but after everything the two had gone through together- the running, being hunted by caregivers and police, that one forsaken thunder storm- they figured the taunting and occasional hungry looks were just Clyde’s idea of an inside joke. 

They should have listened to Simon, should have heeded that warning and not laugh it off. 

Should have listened when he explained that Clyde had different ideas of what it means to be friends than they did. 

Alex might have been more mentally prepared for this situation if they had listened. 

Their cheeks still stung from last night, A poorly placed band-aid not enough to cover the slash mark that the good doctor had given them. Part of them mourned the fact Lankman hadn’t swung a little higher in his attempt to stay alive, if he had then Alex would have lost their eye- it would have been a better cover up story for why they had to suddenly leave Eastridge behind. 

A Thunk made them pause and slam on the break, double checking the mirror to make sure they hadn’t run over something- they were teetering on the edge of tears already as is- and signed in relief when all they saw was the road and a small pothole in it. They shouldn’t be driving this fast anyway- they’re already out of Eastridge, have been for about 30 minutes now…

A skid, a shift, and they park on the side of the road. A deep, shaking, almost burning breath is taken in, eyes looking upwards to the pinkish purple sky- the sun has set and whatever little light remains is quickly vanishing alongside it, it’s their time to wake and play now- and let it out, burning streaks of water follow it. 

Why does it feel like they’re betraying it? Why does this action of self preservation feel like they’re stabbing a knife into the friendship that was made with Clyde? 

Maybe because it had seemed so exciting at the thought the last time they saw each other? Seemed so gleeful and happy as it licked the blood off their cheek, tail swinging and purrs racing from it. Maybe because  Alex knew that if it hadn’t been for the fact it had eaten at least 5 caretakers during that madness to free its partner it would have Happily devoured them then and there….

….perhaps it’s because they know the action wasn’t seen the same way for it. While they saw a threat of being eaten alive, Clyde saw it as ensuring their friendship would never end. While they saw it as an awful way to die, Clyde viewed it as them gaining life eternal…

While Alex viewed the mere thought of getting eaten after everything they’ve been through together as a betrayal, Clyde viewed it as a sign of care and affection. As a way to deal with Alex’s short human lifespan, to keep away “Fade”- they never got a clear answer of what Clyde had meant by that…- to keep them safe, to make sure it didn’t lose its friend. 

They sniffled, rubbing their eyes to free them from the stinging tears and looked over at the walkie talkie next to them. They had left the matching pair on their kitchen table, alongside a paper explaining what was going on. What they had planned for the two. 

Despite everything, despite the fear and dread in their chest and despite the understanding of what it wishes to do ....Clyde was Alex’s friend, and they didn’t want to hurt it, and so they had decided to turn their desperate flee for survival into something Clyde could hopefully find fun. 

Clyde enjoys a good challenge with its prey, and plays “Games” with them if in the mood. Tag, hide and seek, so on and so forth. And so that’s what Alex has decided to set this up as- A game.A game of hide and seek, winner takes all…and the only way for alex to win was to just- never see Clyde again…and well, Clyde would win pretty quickly if the two ever came face to face again. 

They shifted back upright, rubbing their eyes once more and looking up at the sky- dark and blue and covered with stars on this moonless night…And flipped the key back into action, checked the back mirror and started back down the road, at a less potentially neck breaking speed….They hope Lexi wouldn’t mind the unexpected visit and prayed to whatever force there was above that she and her husband would be alright with them staying…

They took one last glance at the back mirror, at the metal sign in the ground- “Eastridge county-35 minutes away!”- and took a deep breath. 

“.......Goodbye….”

[ancientnapdragon]

Bingge has been running himself ragged for MONTHS looking for HIS 'nice Shizun'.

What he doesn't know is that Shen Yuan transmigrated into wife #216 (the one from the sexy slime chapter...) the same night he came back and have been living his best life in the palace's library every day. He's been 'giving' his night with Bingge to the harem member who managed to sneak him in a 'Flower of Transing your Gender'.

It's kind of uncomfortable to wear a woman's clothes when he's just a totally normal straight guy, but he's FINE!! He's low enough on the totem pole that he is ignored for most of the harem drama and since he's a DUDE now he isn't pulled into any wife plots! Now he gets to study all the monsters he could ever want! Plus, just occasionally glimpsing the 'best wives' like Liu Mingyan, Sha Hauling, and Ningying is pretty cool, too!

Things are going GREAT until he passes by an upper courtyard one morning and finds a Beauty Devouring Harpy-Lizard has three wives cornered and is about to eat them! Oh no! Well, this is probably a wife plot, so Bingge will come any moment now to save them....

any moment now....

any moment....

...

WHERE is he???

Shen Yuan uses his new Beast Knowledge and his stolen body's mild cultivation to tame the lizard. Turns out it's just a juvenile and they can wean it off eating pretty women if they feed it enough regular meat! Now Shen Yuan has three women in his corner, too! They can help keep him off Bingge's radar while he stays in the palace!

Except... well... it keeps happening.

Beasts attack when Shen Yuan is nearby. Bingge doesn't show up. And then Shen Yuan has to deal with it! He's forming his own harem inside of the harem and he doesn't WANT that!!! Bingge will kill him!!!

It all comes to a head when one of the IMPORTANT wives, Ningying, is cornered by a Ravenous Rainbow Gem Tiger! Even using all of his cunning and smarts, Shen Yuan isn't sure he's going to make it! He manages to get Ningying out of there, but he's on the back ropes...

Then Bingge shows up just in time to save the day.

Oh and he looks BAD. Hair unkept, bags under his eyes, like he hadn't been eating; even with Airplane's shitty Cultivation rules the protagonist shouldn't look like this! Shen Yuan INSTANTLY starts fretting over him. Bingge doesn't seem that impressed, probably used to it by now and thinking that this is just gunna lead to The Usual Business. But he gets this little nagging feeling when Shen Yuan invites himself back to his chambers. Shen Yuan bullies him into bathing, brushes out his hair, makes him eat something, and gets him tucked all nicely into bed. And without a hint of papapa in sight!

In fact, Shen Yuan just... pats Bingge on the head and makes him promise he'll sleep and then leaves.

Bingge staring at the ceiling of his bed, taken care of, no sex expected... squints and has his 'wait a fucking minute' moment.

[prechy0000]

Otro día...

» Otro día»   Y yo sin empezar a tener ganas de cumplir la promesa que me hice a las 00:02 minutos de un 1 de Enero, de Dios sabe que año.   Lo único que hago antes de que el telón caiga es acordarme de mi ángel de la guarda, ese que alguien me asignó para que me mantuviese en pie hasta, sabe Dios qué día y todo, para acabar, Dios sabe de que manera, en qué lugar y, cómo.   Y yo sin…

[jeongin-lvr]

🎼 ─┈┈ hubby heeseung ̩̩͙˚ ᩙ ⠀

husband! heeseung with the fattest crush on you literally ever. he worships the ground you walk on; he practically kneels before you, awaiting every need and command you bring to him. he’s so serious when he says he’d take every star out of the sky and give it to you as a gift if you asked. which also includes in bed when he has your face buried into the messed up, unkept bedsheets, whispering i love you’s as he kisses your g-spot with his fat cock. or when he has you in the shower, bent between your legs on his knees as water rushes down his back because you looked too pretty with soapy hair and skin. he mumbles against your clit as he does so, gurled by water but his point still comes across, “the prettiest girl... and you’re all mine, thank you...“

husband! heeseung who recites his vows as he fucks you in a mating press. its crazy but he does it every single time he has you all curled up, knees beside your head, too fucked out as buckets of his cum leaks out of you and stains the sheets. he’s telling you every promise he made on your wedding day and more. he’s reminding you it really is till death do you part. he doesn’t realize he’s doing it; it’s probably just because he gets so worked up, so full of love. every thrust into your flutterung hole is heaven, and all he can think about is how badly he loves you and how badly he wants to get you pregnant.

husband! heeseung who finds you the absolute sexiest when you’re wearing your glasses and his big t-shirt, bare legs, messy hair, rosy cheeks. it’s perfection, he can’t get enough. if he sees you like that fully expect to be completely ruined within the next hour. he fucks you with the glasses on, an dyou’re confused because he doesn’t get crazy like this when you actually dress up or put effort into your appearence, and all he has to say is, “this is the you that turns me on.“ he’ll pin your hands above your head and press your knees into your chest as he stuffs himself inside of you, loving the way the fabric of his shirt bunches at your hips. you weren’t even wearing any panties anyway, what did you expect <3

husband! heeseung who kisses your wedding bands whenever you two are having intimate, lazy sex. lifting your wrist and hand to his lips and pecking your knuckles, kissing on your shaky hands until his lips trace the cold metal, humming with a smile at the way your gaze flickers to his. its the cutest thing, immediately making you smile when you see the sparkles filling his gaze. its so obvious he loves you so much. he even promises to buy you more rings because, “you deserve it,“ and he never fails to fulfill his promise. the next day he somehow comes home from work with a new band, something new for your growing collection.

husband! heeseung who is the first to bring up kids and is very serious about wanting at least two. he’ll casually bring it up into conversations and its adorable... until he’s lifting you onto the counter and lifting your skirt because you’re ovulating and it’s, word for word, “the perfect time to get you pregnant.“ he says it sneakily, with a wink and a cunning grin. you can’t say no, especially since the idea of him being the father of your children was almost perfect. you’re both young but it doesn’t hurt to try does it? so he’s waking you up to his cock filling you up in the morning, or when you’re just watching a movie he ends up sitting you on his dick and filling you up. you have no complaints. just shaky legs and a nice, warm creampie.

husband! heeseung who finally gets you pregnant and is somehow even more obsessed with you. he’s doting on you hand and foot. every craving you get he’s finding every ingredient. every symptom you experience he’s researching diligently, telling you cures or remedies, scheduling doctors apointments to get an experts opinion. and on days when all you wanna do is be near him, feel him, feel sexy with him, he’s so perfect at being exactly what you need. he worships your body; praising you on how pretty you look full of his baby, how you’re glowing, kissing your ankles or your tits or anywhere you might feel a little unsure of.

[josephquinnswhore]

no promise left unkept - joel miller x female reader

summary: Joel knows how to fuck, and good. But does he know how to love. He’s not sure, but he wants to try.. with you.

word count: 1.1k

content warning: raw fucking, p in v, reader tasting her own juices, two idiots navigating their feelings.

The sun hadn’t yet completely risen over the top of the tall silhouette of the trees of the forest yet, eliciting a bright orange glow through the forestry. The same glow that makes Joel look ethereal, his hazel eyes glow golden, his skin too.

The cool, autumn breeze weaves through the branches, it feels icy on the exposed skin of your ass.

Your jeans had been brazenly pulled halfway down to your ankles when Joel decided that this was the perfect spot for you, insisted.

“It’s safe here, ain’t gonna run int’a no trouble, promise.”

The deepened drawl of his morning tiredness lingered, the promise was one you’d heard time and time again, in which he took seriously.

Here you were, attempting to stabilise yourself against a growing tree stump that you had been bent over, creating the perfect angling of Joel to spear into you, while your back is arched proficiently. Each time he thrusts into your sopping, greedy cunt, your knees scrape against the stump from the force of his desperate movements.

Pummelling into you over and over, the reverence of his cock clamming harshly into your hole was the only thing keeping your mind off the pain. He was so thick, so delicious, the tip of his cock rams against the soft flesh of your cervix. It’s a painful feat to bear and your fingers coil around the loose foliage in attempt to alleviate the pain.

Despite how standoffish and rude Joel seemed, you’d fucked him enough to know that he was a generous man. Perhaps he wasn’t the most romantic, this wasn’t his bedroom, after all. But he had made it his unspoken duty to claim you. Worshipping every inch of your body, refusing to let you walk back to the settlement you call home without that satisfied, fucked out face you gave him.

Like clockwork, you’d sneak out of Jackson through the unfinished boarding on the south end that was still being repaired, meeting him at the lookout for his patrol once every week for a desperate fucking.

“I know you got one more for me, can feel how tight you’re clenchin’ around me—“ he interrupts himself with a grunt, picking up his pace frantically as he leans right over you. The added weight of his chest flush against your back makes you stumble palm first into the soft orange and yellow autumn leaves. The fallen colourful leaves crinkle and crunch under your palm, collecting under your nails as you curl your fingers into the loose plant.

Joel is grunting in your ear, his thick cock ramming into you with such devotion that he hadn’t with anyone other than you.

He loved to please you, hearing every whine and bated breath he could feel. His fingers are warm and wet, slick of your juices from playing with your clit. He clumsily redirects two of his thick digits to slide against your chin as he clutches onto your jaw, intrude into your mouth, it’s met with the same warmth your cunt provides, and he fucks your mouth too.

With another orgasm approaching, you’re whining, but the sound is muffled by his thick fingers and you’re forced to suck on them, tasting off your own arousal.

Never had you met a man so devoted to making sure you came first, drawing it out of you with his elicit fucking and feral grunts. The skilful fingers and the way they caress your body with such tenderness and precision to what makes you feel good.

He could never stop himself from the rapids of intrusive thoughts of cumming inside you, no matter how much time he had to give himself, he couldn’t. The feel of your cunt clenched around him like a vice, begging to be filled with his thick load.

A devotion to you, but he couldn’t ever find the courage to make you his exclusively, outside of fucking you, with the promise of something real.

You slobber against his thick fingers, tears falling down your cheeks as you cum again, the obscene sound is muffled. In quick succession you couldn’t recall, but he always made up for the days of the week he didn’t see you.

The sound of him grunting and heaving as he pulls out of you to cum on the damp foliage is tuned out by the ringing of your ears after another intense orgasm.

Without a beat passing, Joel is pulling your jeans up to cover whatever decency you still held, and managed to help you to your feet, still dazed and euphoric, you undervalue the intimate and personal gesture of him wiping your tears away.

“You alright?” A softness brings you back to him, into his orbit. The way he gazes at you with those hazel eyes is the only way he’ll allow you to understand what he’s feeling.

“Hey—“ he snaps you out of your dazed state and manages to elicit a nod from you. “Not good enough. I need words, talk to me.”

“I’m fine,” the murmur is unconvincing, lacking any real substance.

The warmth on your ears spreads down your neck as he looks at you, into your eyes intently as if he senses something is wrong.

“You’re not fine. Did I hurt you?” The warm flesh of his hands cradled your cheek.

“No. You didn’t hurt me.” That wasn’t entirely true, your knees ache and your stomach was hurting from his incessant ramming. But what hurt the most was that you two couldn’t do this properly. In his bed, or with someone acknowledging that you two were an item.

Joel knew something was amiss, he knew that you had feelings for him, you two had been screwing for months, how couldn’t you have?

And he—burns the cowadarce inside of him, seeing the distraught expression on your face. The need.

“I’ll come visit you tonight, alright? We’ll have a meal, an’.. we’ll talk about this. Us.” His murmur is soft, a promise, and pauses. “If you want.”

“You will?”

Disbelief overwhelms him. While your heart feels yearning, to keep his hand on you, to beg him not to make you return to Jackson without him by your side, to give him any time for him to forfeit his promise.

Did he make you feel this unsure of the dynamic you shared?

He hums, the sound is even and calm. He pinches your cheek. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours, sweetheart. Promise.”

With that one word, you feel secure, like an infant being held in the arms of it’s mother. Safe.

Joel Miller is your security, and he had never broken a promise to you.

[p1astr81]

hii queen i love your fics so much!! do you think you could write a really fluffy smut with oscar? just very domestic and cuddly and slow and relaxed with the reader and oscar just feeling super connected to one another and just being rlly in love ?? 🙏🙏

an: hiiii thank youuuuu!!!! I’d also like to start by apologizing for how CRINGEY this is omg😭

You blinked the fog from your eyes, waking from your nap. The room was dark, the sun already dipped under the horizon. “Hi, Osc,” you greeted with a soft smile, clinging on to the figure next to you.

He was already awake, watching something on the television. “Mhhh good morning, baby.” His arms encased around your torso, holding you loosely.

Your eyes landed on his chest, bare, toned, fully on display. And then your gaze trailed up to his face, relaxed, eyes on yours, full of love. Up further to his hair, unkept in the most attractive way.

It was impossible to resist. He was impossible to resist.

Your lips found his neck, placing messy kisses all over the exposed skin. Before you knew it, your hips were dragging along his thigh, agonizingly slow.

He clicked his tongue. “Aw, my girl woke up needy.” He teased. There was no use in denying it, so you nodded against him. His hand soothed over your hair. “You want me to take care of you?” He was still teasing, but if you said yes, he wouldn’t deny you.

So when you nodded, his hand found it’s place on your ass, holding you in place, forcing you to grind down harder on his bare thigh.

He flipped you over, careful not to jostle you too much. Reflecting your earlier actions, his kisses began on your neck. He gave a small tug to the hem of your shirt, and you responded by arching off the bed, allowing him to slip the fabric off of you.

It gave him a wonderful sight of your lacy red bra—one of his favorite colors. His finger traced over the design. “You look so pretty in this color.” He murmured close to your ear. You could feel his breath as it fanned across your neck.

“Oscar,” you whined, arching your back, trying to coax him.

He shushed you lightly, a hand on your stomach to ease your body back to the cushion of the mattress. “Be patient. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” You frowned and he mirrored the expression. “Have I ever not given you what you want?” He smiled when you shook your head. “Alright then. Just relax. I’ll make it worthwhile, I promise.” He kissed both of your cheeks.

A hand slipped behind your back, undoing your bra with practiced ease. He slid the straps down your arms, agonizingly slow. Too slow for you, but he only wanted to take his time. To savor the moment.

Sensing your impatience, he decided to speed things up a bit—skipping right to slipping your panties down your legs. “Oscar,” you called, less whiny and more breathless.

“I know, baby. Im keepin’ my promise.” His voice was low and rough but still flowed with love.

And keep it he did, dipping two fingers into you. A suppressed moan slipped passed your lips, conscious of the neighbors. And he could read your worries easily. “I heard them leave not too long ago, be as loud as you want, love.” He eased.

Whether you heard him or not, he wasn’t sure. But you continued to suppress your sounds. Oscar responded by adding another finger. You couldn’t help the loud moan that tore through you. “Oscar- ah! Please!” You reached out to him, pulling his hair to redirect his lips from the shell of your ear to your plush, pink ones. You moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it with greed. “Mh, Oscar please, just fuck me!” You mewled.

Oscar kissed your face again. “‘M just making sure you’re relaxed.” He eased.

You didn’t like his answer, squirming underneath him. “I am!” You insisted.

“Baby, you’re alright tight around my fingers.” He gave a soft smile and kissed the apple of your cheek.

“But- hm!” Your protests were cut off as his fingers found that sweet spot. “Shit,” you all but whispered as he continued to hit that spot. His thumb found your clit, pressing into it, circling it slow. It’s all you needed to fall apart completely.

Oscar held you down while you writhed and shuttered, continuing his ministrations. He only pulled away when you let out a pained mewl and made a sorry attempt at pushing his hand away.

He kissed his way down your body, waiting for you to come back to your senses. He knows you have when you mutter out his name and reach for him.

“Relaxed now?” He mumbled against your skin, his lips tickling your stomach. It wasn’t a question meant to be answered, but you did anyway, with a small nod.

Oscar freed himself from the restraints of his pants, reaching for the drawer of his nightstand where he kept the condoms. “Don’t, I wanna feel you.” You said, a hand cradling his cheek, thumb stroking the apple of it. He wouldn’t argue, and wasted no time to slide into your awaiting pussy. He reveled in the arch of your back and your lewd moans. “Yes!” You gasped.

He stilled, allowing you time to adjust. Allow him time to adjust—to not blow his load embarrassingly early. “So perfect. Everything about you.” He praised. You squeezed around him in—an involuntary—response. “I love you.” He confessed, lips caressing the shell of your ear.

“Hmm, I love you too. Now please do something.” You were already panting.

Just as his fingers were, the movement of his hips was slow, gentle, like he was afraid you’d break. He wasn’t, obviously. But he wanted to savor the desperate look in your eyes, and how you squeezed around him—trying to coax him to fuck you harder and faster.

He wouldn’t. Because like this—though he admitted it was cheesy—it seemed like he could feel your souls intertwining, lacing together in a tight fixture.

And eventually, your pleas for more tapered off and your nailed eased on his back. Because you felt it too. Not just every ridge and vein of his dick—‘cause you had felt that, too. But that soul tie. You could feel the fire of his love zip up your spine with every measured stroke.

You pulled his closer, hugging his broad form. “I love you, so much.” You muttered against his lips, your eyes locked on his desperate ones.

Desperate not just for the sex, but for all you had to offer. For the unconditional support, love, forgiveness when he’d fuck up. He squeezed his eyes shut, your words adding to the pleasure, fogging his brain. He nodded in agreement. “More than you could imagine.” He panted, and you could feel his eyelashes on your cheek when his eyes fluttered open again.

He wrapped his arms around your legs. He hit deeper parts inside of you. Stars sparked behind your eyelids and he devoured your moans with a kiss.

“‘Wanna marry you one day.” He didn’t think, the words just spilled out. But he wouldn’t take them back. He meant them. And evidently you’d made no protest, only squeezing around him. Your moans and his blended together in a gorgeous harmony.

He whined, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You nodded, a hand on his cheek. You pulled him down to take his lips in yours. You came together, swallowing the other’s moans and whispered confessions of love.

Oscar pulled out, settling next to you momentarily before standing. He kissed your forehead and returned with a towel to clean you up. He muttered apologizes and kissed your thighs when you whined. Still sensitive.

He settled next to you once more, and drew you up his chest. A best of silence. And then, “did you mean what you said? You want to marry me?”

He nodded but scrambled for the appropriate response. “Only if you want that.” The stumbled.

You smiled and hummed, burying your head in his chest. “Yes, very much.”

His lips split, displaying his bunny teeth as he smiled. He kissed the top of your head.

[booksbagelsbrains]

yesterday I learned that "unkempt" is a word. i am deeply offended and horrified.