#rip the socks under boys beds

[judeable-brainrot]

Challengerstober Day 31! | NSFW | Halloween Party

Art Donaldson who was only at this party because Patrick dragged him along because quote, “girls love a guy with a shy friend.” So how he’s here. Alone in the corner, dressed as Ash from The Fantastic Mr. Fox, nursing a rum and coke as he watches people grind, make out, and do shots together. That is until you catch his eye across the room in your little tennis player outfit. It makes his heart race instantly and he gives a little wave to you, smiling like a geek when you wave back.

You make your way over to him and start a conversation, finding the way he stumbles over his words and blushes absolutely adorable. You comment on his costume, saying the movie is one of your favorites which makes his head spin. And of course, one thing leads to another and he ends up upstairs with you on his lap, sloppily making out on some frat boy’s bed with the door locked and the music pounding below your feet.

He’s gentle but hurried as he removes your clothes, pulling off the little sock mask he made to make it easier to kiss your skin. And god, the sight of you makes him hot in ways he never knew he could be. You slip a hand into his pants, palming him and gasping when you feel how soaked he is already. He tries so hard not to rush this, to take it slow and be a gentleman but eventually he just needs you so bad and the sight of your white thong with the words “Tennis Players Only” on the front drives him over the edge.

Art is dragging those off with his teeth and all but ripping his costume off, fumbling in his pocket for the condom Patrick had slipped him prior to the party “just in case” and tearing into it with his teeth, rolling the latex on and letting you spit into his hand so he can get himself wet enough to slip inside you with as much ease as possible. And he fucks you fast and deep, hitting every spongy bit inside your body, your nails digging into his shoulder blades, your moans whorish. He whines and whimpers, eventually resolving to stay balls deep to your ass and just hump himself against your entrance.

He gasp and gasps and gasps as you throb and clench onto him, cumming hard with a cry of his name, with him following not far behind, moaning loud and long as he fills the condom with his spend. He kisses you slowly as you both come down, smiling like a dork as you make some comment about your costume being catnip for tennis players. He laughs but he’s hooked and he knows it.

(He also pockets your thong to show Patrick later and hide under his pillow as a keepsake from his favorite Halloween.)

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Thank you all so much for an amazing Challengerstober and loving my works!! I’ll be posting a masterlist in the next few days so you can read your favs! Happy Halloween!!!

[lowkeyrobin]

Heyyyyy

I was wondering if you could do another Juicyfruitsnacks x reader?

Maybe he's overworked from something and reader helps him to relax?

-🟩 anon (im claiming an anon tag bcus im def requesting more often lmao)

ooo okay I can try! ; also sorry to any boys fans who read/req stuff cause I feel like I can't write for them like at all 💀 ; anyway thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also welcome 🟩 anon! hope u enjoy ur stay :))

JUICYFRUITSNACKS ; comfort

summary ; he has a bad day and you try to comfort him

warnings ; language, use of his real name

word count ; 550

masterlist

Gaege groans as he flops onto your shared bed, hiding his face away into a pillow. You sit beside him, having been working on a project on your laptop for the past few hours. You look to the side, your eyes fixed on him as you try and find the right words as you try and decode his silence.

"You alright?"

He shakes his head no, his arms folded under the pillow, face still hidden in it.

"What's wrong?"

He lifts his head, looking up at you. "Software kept crashing, my head has been pounding all day, these deadlines are gonna kill me, I have to hop on another flight on Tuesday, I need a break." he groans. "I just want one minute to lay around and relax and not want to rip my hair out"

"You mean what's left of it?" you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as you refer to his fresh buzz cut.

He chuckles, muffled by the pillow.

"I'll go make dinner and run you a fancy little bath, yeah?" you offer, "That way you can relax in silence and enjoy a nice meal and not worry for just a moment."

He smiles into the pillow, looking up again to show you. "That'd be nice. Thank you"

You quickly hop off the bed and slide with your socks on the hardwood floor into the bathroom. You plug the drain in the bathtub and turn the water on, making sure it was nice and warm before pulling the bathroom closet door open, reaching for some soap and bath salt, and grab a towel while you were at it. You set the towel down on the counter and sprinkle in some salt and soap into the bathwater, and return the two bottles / jars to their respective spots in the closet.

Gaege approaches the bathroom door, clean pajamas in his hands. He squints at the bright bathroom nights before you turn them off for him. You pat his shoulder, allowing him to step in and lock the door behind you.

He always liked any variation of pasta, so you decide to make him some fresh alfredo and chicken for him while he bathes and relaxes.

Once you were finished cooking and he was done laying in the bath for an hour, you grab two bowls from the cabinets, along with two forks and a few napkins. You set them on the counter next to the stove and move to the fridge, grabbing two bottles of water that you sit on the counter near the sink.

You scoop two spoonfuls of noodles into the bowls, carefully making sure no sauce or noodles dripped onto the stove or the counter. Gaege approaches from behind, sporting the clean basketball shorts and white t-shirt he'd taken into the bathroom with him.

He rests his warm arms around your midsection, pressing a chaste kiss on your right temple.

"Feel any better?" you ask, looking up at him as you set the noodle scooping spoon down onto the stove utensil holder.

He nods, resting his head on your shoulder. "Thank you again."

"Of course," you smile, resting your hands on top of his. "You still any hungry? I made you one of your favorites."

He smiles, silently appreciating your kindness and thoughtfulness.

"Hell yeah."

[stxrlng]

Harsh winter

Pairings: König - f!reader

Warning: smut, praise kink, size kink, size difference, unprotected sex, rough but also soft, sub könig, stomach bugles,

18+ please stay away minors

Back late from a mission he didn’t think he’d be gone for long but he was wrong he left mid fall and came back early winter.

He walked through the front door around 12:30am taking off his boots and gear by the door nearly falling over with his heavy weight and height slamming into the wall.

Slowly but surely making his way to the master bedroom opening the door walking in then closing the door the window open but it under 20 degrees outside he shakes his head closing the window he know you get hot a lot but you shouldn’t keep the windows open in such weather.

Taking off his pants, socks, shirt, and mask, he pulls the covers back and slides in next to you pull you closer and tucking his head into your neck you slightly up your eyes then close them wrapping your body against him.

——————two hours later——————

You open your eyes looking around at the clock checking the time 2:45 you look at your husband seeing he’s looking right at you shock washes over was he looking at me the inter time your hand reaches up to his face caressing him.

He moves slightly then a heavy weight is laying on your leg you look down only to see a bulge in his Calvin Klein underwear you look up with a new found heat on your face he harshly turns you on your back then dropping his weight on you like he weighs nothing “mein süßes mädchen” his deep voice graces your ears as he grinds into you.

The deep moans and whimper that leave him have your panties wet while you run your hands threw his hair his eager thrust runt into you faster he yanks your panties down in one swift motion “I’ve missed you Schatz I’ll never leave you again I love you say you love me back please say you love me say you need me” his pleads for your love shock you because he’d never done that before.

“I love you könig” his name falls out of your lips way smoother then they ever have his thrust get sloppier you look down to see that he had came in his pants you look up at him he looks embarrassed face beat red and everything “you did so good my sweet boy” He smiles at what you said as you push him back yanking and ripping his underwear off.

His fat cock springs free slapping against his stomach the red angry tip dripping cum you take off your shirt in a flash jumping on him wrapping yourself around him he grabs your legs spreading them wide sliding his member in.

Your stomach bulges his hand slaps down on it feeling the way he thrust in and out of you your moans and skin slapping skin echos throughout the room “Ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich, Scheiße, du fühlst dich so gut” he sqriches out.

He slams into you with a speed unlike anything you’ve ever experienced your moans come out strained with the way his cock meets your cervix you try your best not to cry but you can’t stop the tears as you come undone sliver again cumming your body relaxes as if your husband wasn’t rearranging your guts.

His hips stuttered slightly his eyes roll into the back of his head his grip tightens he slammed into you then releases he paints your gummy walls white with his cum he pulls out looking at your abused cunt as his cum spills out “your so beautiful y/n” he says with love in his eyes.

He then rolls over laying next to you caging you in his arms he reaches over to the end of the bed pulling up a towel then cleaning you up then throwing it in the dirty clothes.

“Goodnight könig”

“Goodnight y/n”

[failedintsave]

Bucci Gang HCs Nobody Asked For

Sleep Edition

Bucciarati

Sleeping: sleeps either 2 hours or 12, no in-between; sprawls like a starfish and snores like a chainsaw when he isn't just catnapping; blanket thief, but ends up kicking most of them off the bed; one old, flat pillow; has to set 50 alarms to wake himself, but rouses easily to the sound of his own name

Pajamas: oversized t-shirt and soft shorts (emphasis short) for lounging, but usually strips butt-naked to sleep

Abbacchio

Sleeping: takes 90min on average to actually fall asleep, usually rests 4-6 hours a night, waking multiple times; side/stomach sleeper, doesn't roll more than a few times a night; mostly quiet, sighs a lot when he's deeply asleep; owns multiple weighted blankets; gets up just before sunrise without an alarm every day and is therefore in charge of making coffee

Pajamas: loose tank top and sweatpants

Mista

Sleeping: spends as many nights on the couch as in his own bed; snork mimimimi; dreams vividly and loves to analyze them out loud the following day; always manages to get a cool 7+ hours, even with the Pistols waking him at midnight sharp for a snack; likes a single blanket with no topsheet; wears his hat to bed; very groggy upon waking but generally cheerful in the mornings

Pajamas: socks and boxers most of the year, cartoon-patterned flannel pants in the cold months, no shirt ever

Fugo

Sleeping: keeps his bed pushed in a corner and sleeps with his back to the wall; talks in his sleep, usually muttering about something he read that day (brain won't quit); gets a solid block of 6 uninterrupted hours on most nights, and Do Not Disturb him before then if you value your life; prefers a vintage, twin bell alarm clock over a radio or buzzer

Pajamas: Ebeneezer Scrooge-ass nightshirt

Narancia

Sleeping: can and will pass out anywhere, anytime, for however long he needs (sleep schedule who?); tummy sleeper but often draws his knees under his chest and hikes his butt in the air like little kids do; so much drool; sometimes has night terrors and ends up crawling into bed with Fugo or Mista after; sleeps through alarms and has to be shaken awake more often than not

Pajamas: tee with the sleeves ripped off and gym shorts

Giorno

Sleeping: able to go lights-out as soon as he settles down; sleeps flat on his back, hands folded over his chest, still and quiet all night; has 10+ pillows and lies in them like a nest (also one stuffed frog); rolls and pins his bangs every night; wakes naturally when his room brightens because he keeps his curtains and blinds open for his plants to get sunlight

Pajamas: owns several sets of matched silk pajamas in different pastel shades

Trish

Sleeping: insists on 8 hours of beauty rest and will complain about dark circles and the risk of wrinkles if she doesn't get it; sleeps curled up, hugging a pillow; wears a sleep mask and uses a white noise machine (prefers rain sounds); also wears a mouthguard but only uses it about 50% of the time

Pajamas: either a sports bra and shorts, or whatever comfortable-looking item she's stolen borrowed from 'her boys,' fuzzy bunny slippers

[stabbyfoxandrew]

I'm late but here. Hope you're having a good day. I had a shit few weeks but I'm feeling better now and I'm excited to catch up on your wips.

If you could share some Vampdrew or Angel Neil I'd send you a hug.

I mean I'll send you a hug either way, but still.

WIP Wednesday (10/30) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 194)

When Kevin goes to bed that night, he finds one of Andrew's shirts folded on his pillow.

It's pathetic the way it makes his heart jump in his chest before he remembers their earlier conversation. Andrew really expects him to sleep with his clothes. To Kevin-ify them, that's what Nicky said. The fucker. Kevin rips the shirt off his pillow and holds it in his hand for a moment, squeezing the material so tight it feels like it might meld into a ball in his fist. This stupid ass vampire is going to be the death of him. Kevin lets out a sigh and tosses the shirt into his bed, under the comforter. Then follows behind it.

He wonders if this will be enough to keep Andrew from eating Neil. He wonders if they should just tell Neil and get it over with, because at this rate he's going to find out. It might as well be sooner rather than later, right? Kevin's cell phone buzzes suddenly.

That's a terrible idea.

Kevin scoffs at Andrew's message and drops his phone back on the nightstand before thinking, 'Well, so is pretending you're not starving all the time and subsisting off wild fucking animals when I'm right here. Doesn't seem like smart ideas are welcome around here, does it?'

He waits for his phone to buzz again.

It doesn't.

-

The next night there's a new shirt on his pillow. This one's a hoodie, thin material with a kangaroo pocket. Kevin crams it under his blanket and kicks off his sweats before climbing in himself. Just before he falls asleep he pulls the hoodie to his chest and it almost feels like the teddy bear he had as a boy. Almost.

He supposes it's the feeling of security rather than the actual object. But it's similar enough. Kevin goes to sleep with Andrew's shirt held against him and doesn't heart the vampire's heart thudding in the living room.

-

The third night there's an entire outfit of Andrew's on Kevin's bed. A shirt, some jeans, pair of socks. Even some boxers.

"Andrew." Kevin says aloud, not loud enough for the other humans to hear. The vampire's head peeks into the room. He looks bored as usual.

"You rang?"

Kevin gestures to the pile on his bed without looking away from Andrew. "What's this?"

"My clothes," Andrew drawls. Then he slowly raises his gaze back to Kevin's face. "You sleep with them now. Remember?"

"A whole outfit?" Kevin says, picking up the socks. "What, you're going to sniff your fucking feet to keep from eating our teammates?"

"I am not nearly so flexible." Andrew says, making Kevin consider his flexibility not for the first time. "The extra is just for you."

"For me? Because I love sleeping on a mound of laundry."

"Thought more clothes would be more to cuddle with." Andrew says, making Kevin's face go warm. Andrew looks... smug. Or something close to it. Kevin sighs, defeated. Then shoves Andrew's clothes into his bed and crawls in with them, facing the wall so he doesn't have to face Andrew. That night he doesn't hold anything to his chest except his left hand. Like always.

-

On Wednesday night Kevin's bed is just how he left it that morning. A blue comforter spread across it, pillow thrown at the headboard. No clothes, Andrew's or otherwise. Kevin hesitates, checks under his pillow. Nothing. Under the blanket is just the sheets. He runs a hand through his hair and goes to grab a random shirt from Andrew's section of the closet. He takes it with him and spreads it out on top of the mattress then lies down on top of it feeling like the princess and the fucking pea.

When he hands the shirt to Andrew the next morning, he looks almost surprised. But he takes it.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

I'm the Voice Inside Your Head

🩸Previous Parts Here 🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, guns, swearing, alpha posturing, light stalking, mentions of human trafficking, threats, mob bossing, threats, Dom being a shit, anxious needy boys, mentions of murder, allusions to past abuse, the very wrong person using the word 'daddy', mask slipping, Dom being claimy, charming Dom, Kells being demanding, enemies to lovers💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Colson was having a hell of a week and it was only Monday. It had been two days since that Alpha bastard had broken into his home and everything just kept getting worse. He was positive he had a fever that could cook a fucking steak on his abs and he was constantly incredibly aware of the pad between his thighs. Every move made it stick to his skin and it felt disgusting. His mother had left the box in his bathroom after sitting with him until he fell into a fitful sleep. In fact she'd left him a kit of sorts without a word and he couldn't thank her enough. Not that he could bring himself to aloud, that would be too much attention on something that certainly wasn't happening. He hadn't even left his bed for the first day but the second he had been forced to. Life went on no matter how ill he felt.

The night before had been a fucking trip. He'd had to check in on one of his clubs and while he was getting a drink at the bar and one of his dancers was chatting him up he could have sworn he saw the Alpha watching him. But when he looked again there was no one there. He kept thinking he saw the killer everywhere he went and Dom always looked grumpy as hell. It was a weird hallucination if that's what was going on- a pouting Alpha psycho. Maybe Kells was broken. Maybe this was the dick’s long game, break him down and make him crazy too. A fucked up cat and mouse game.

He felt so miserable he just wanted to crawl back in bed but he had a job to do. He'd almost rescheduled the meeting he was sitting in but there was too much riding on it. He knew there was a new group of omegas being shipped to LA to be sold and they needed a game plan and a triple check on if they had enough liquid cash. He was glad his mother and his number two were in attendance because he damn well knew he wasn't paying close enough attention. His fingers were drumming on the wooden conference table and his knee was bouncing a mile a minute. It made the cotton squish between his thighs but he couldn't help it. Fuck he hated slick. Why the hell wouldn't his body stop?

Dom leaned back against the concrete wall behind him until he felt the shade of the building fall over him. His stomach was in knots and he felt warm all over but he tried to write that off to the LA heat. He was trying to be inconspicuous but he knew he stood out. Black slacks, ripped tee, platform creepers, and pink socks weren't too strange for the town but he was an Alpha and he knew the energy was rolling off him in waves no matter how hard he tried to swallow it. His mark had disappeared inside the building not an hour before and while that wasn't long, he couldn't find the twat through any of the windows. He knew the building was partially underground and that thought made him twitch. Underground was where bodies went. Not people.

He was trying to ignore the ache in his balls and the itch under his skin but it only settled a little when he had his eyes on the man. Every morning he told himself he wouldn't follow him again and yet the moment he stepped out of his flat there was only one place he could go. Or more honestly- to one person. His foot was tapping a rapid beat on the ground and his body was stiff even when he tried to breathe and relax. ADHD was bad enough but whatever he was going through was actual hell. Tom had been alluding to something before he left that day but he flat out refused to listen and ended up storming out. He hated being mean to his best friend, especially when the photographer wasn't feeling well- making him cry was the worst, but he couldn't seem to help it. Of course he'd texted him a few minutes later to apologize but he still couldn't listen. He wasn't the kind of Alpha who was controlled by ruts.

He wouldn't deny he had them, every few months he noticed his urges get worse and his aggression rise but those times were easy to handle. A quick wank or two and an extra kill normally got him through it. He never even popped a knot so it wasn't a big deal normally but what he felt was nothing like that. He would not be bossed around by his cock. His father always told him that Alphas couldn't stop themselves during ruts and he'd been proving the bastard wrong since before he put him down. All he could think about was the giant omega and how wet he had smelled in the shower. He hadn't craved a cunt in his life, not even at thirteen when his father bought him a girl for a night and made him- no. He didn't crave sex let alone a tight wet pussy like he knew the Machine Gun would have. Fuck.

“Boss?” Colson was startled out of his misery by his second in command's gentle voice and he forced his focus back to the meeting.

“Yeah?” Col’s voice broke and he cleared his throat before trying again. “Fuck. What?” He snapped. Everyone was looking at him funny. He could feel it.

“I think we got it. You good?” Mod asked and there was genuine concern in his voice. The damn beta didn't fit in the family of sorts any better than he did but that was the beauty of his late adoptive dad. The man had collected strays of all kind and set up the weirdest crime family around. “You gonna be good to go this weekend? If we don't have an Alpha with us they won't let us buy.”

“I can go.” Megan purred a little too fast as her perfectly manicured hand rested over his. “If you're sick I can take this one. You know I've got your back Daddy.” He tried not to twitch at the nickname or pull away from her touch. They were normally close as hell but his instincts were haywire with his senses back and under all her expensive perfume she smelled so fucking rank. He knew it was her pheromones but it was messing him up hard. He thought about asking yet again that she not call him that but to keep his cover he knew he had to leave it alone. She thought he was a fellow Alpha and the new ‘father’ of the group. It wasn't a sex thing. There was just something about her that set off his inner alarm.

He forced his lip to curl in a smile as he pulled his hand free and faked a stretch. Shit he needed soap and a brillo pad to get her scent off his skin. Or maybe bleach. “I'm good, thanks though. Just a cold or some shit. You're all too soft. If any of you show up to my home with soup you're fucking fired. And you know with me that shit doesn't mean your job.” He teased, making a gun with his fingers and play shooting Mod- he knew the beta would be the first to try and ‘help’. He didn't need help. He needed… He knew exactly what he needed but he didn't want to admit it. Every second that ticked by while he felt so shitty was bringing him closer to admitting it though and he kept glancing at his phone.

“You really don't look so good. Maybe you should sit this one out? One whiff of weakness and they'll-” Megan didn't get to finish her statement before Kells slapped the table hard enough to make it shake.

“Who the fuck said anyone here was weak?” The faux-Alpha demanded, staring at the real one of the group. It wasn't always a pissing contest with her but there had always been moments. They went through their teen years together and they'd playfully butted heads as they rose in the ranks. At one point people thought she might take over but Kells was the old boss’s right hand. Col wasn't a fan of yelling at girls but he had to treat an Alpha like an Alpha.

Her gaze dropped to the table as he sat back and pushed his glasses higher on his nose. He could feel another wave of torture heating in his veins, probably brought on by her pushing his limits, and he didn't want his eyes flashing gold where they could see. It had always been the one thing he couldn't control with blockers so the sunglasses were a must. Thankfully everyone just thought it was a fashion statement. He watched her purple tinted face go through a range of emotions. He thought for a moment she might fight but finally she sighed. “No one. Sorry.”

“Good. That's that.” He huffed as he felt a bead of sweat tickle down his forehead and a rush of slick escape his core. When he started feeling his pulse between his thighs something inside him snapped. He ignored everyone as they sat quietly and he picked up his phone. With a shaking thumb he typed fast and pressed send even quicker. If he thought too much about it he'd lose resolve and he couldn't take it anymore.

C: Where are you?

D: Who the fuck is this?

C: Fuck you

D: Oh.

Kells took a deep breath and worried for a moment he'd failed before he even tried. He didn't need the asshole to like him, just to come when he called and the original text had promised Dom would. When his phone went off again he almost moaned in relief.

D: Ello Mr. Gun

C: Should I say it again or can you just reread my last message?

D: Not very polite. You texted me.

Dom felt something akin to the excitement right before a kill. If he was anyone else he might think it was butterflies but he knew better. He was going to have a word with Tom about giving out his number to strangers though. Even omegas with gorgeous blue eyes. Especially those.

C: I need you

It was three simple words but it was the hardest thing he'd ever typed. It felt almost impossible but he hoped if he was a little honest they could get this over with fast with a simple understanding. It wouldn't even be friends with benefits- just one quick fuck and he'd be back to his old self. That's all that he needed, right? A hormonal reset. Then his blockers would work again. Right? When nothing popped up in the text box he started to worry he'd gone truly insane. Had he really just asked a serial killer for- well… He hadn't yet asked for anything really.

There was a hard knock on the door and they all jumped, no one was supposed to be able to get past his security. Colson dropped his phone as the screen went black and instead reached for the gun in his holster. Mod looked at him and he gave a nod but before the beta could stand up the heavy wooden door crashed open and bounced off the wall, the lock so broken part of it fell to the floor.

Dom arched a brow behind his dark glasses as five guns turned to point at his head. He didn't care about anyone else though, his gaze found The Machine Gun and locked on. He cocked his hip against the doorframe and crossed his arms, a small smirk curling his plush lips. “Fhought I were expected.” He teased. Guns didn't scare him, they just pissed him off. They were basically the metal equivalent of a knot. A power play for someone without any, a toy that went boom.

Kells sighed something deep and long suffering and he hadn't even known the fuck a week. “Should I even ask how?”

“Wha' ya mean? You told me to come.”

“I legit just asked.”

“And?” Dom shrugged playfully. A cat who got the cream.

“I didn't tell you where I was.” The omega said flatly.

“I were nearby?” He didn't even try to lie. Why would he?

“And my guys?”

“Alive. Ish. I fink. You need better security.” That accent dripped with filth and dark promise and a simpleness as if they were chatting about the weather.

“You need to stop being such a creepy psycho bi-”

“You must be Dom!” Before Kells could finish his insult the lightbulb went on over his mother's head. The omega clenched his teeth as the Alpha grinned like a golden retriever and stepped closer, fully ignoring the weapons in the room. He held out his hand to her and Colson got a good look at the wound he left. It was already somehow healed and barely pink. It did something to his insides to see it. What the fuck?

His badass sweetheart of a mom slipped her Browning 9mm back in her holster as she stood and offered her hand back. Colson couldn't believe his eyes, he had just been trying for a quick fuck and his mom was acting like it was a first date. “Fuck my life.”

Dominic caught the soft whisper from the other man but he ignored it in favor of the pretty woman in front of him. By the color of her eyes and the shape of her mouth he knew who he was addressing. “Mrs. Baker I presume? Me name's Dominic ‘Arrison. Dom. ‘Ello.” He gave her his best smile even though all his instincts were screaming to throw everyone out and fuck his omega silly but he wasn't that kind of Alpha and he would prove it.

“Oh fuck that. Absolutely not. You can call me Collette.” Her touch lingered as if she were testing him or her son. He wasn't sure but he liked something about her instantly.

“You have got to be shitting me.” Kells almost whined from the head of the table before he cleared his throat and put his gun away.

“Collette, Colson. I like it.” Dom grinned wider, pulling back and slipping his hands in his pockets. There was still a gun pointed at him but only one. The female Alpha was glaring between him and Cols.

“Megs, put it the fuck away. Everyone out alright? We're done here.” The boss growled and the sound sent a shiver down Dom’s spine.

“Who the hell is this? Why are you just letting this go? He just said he hurt our guards!” She huffed and completely ignored his command. It was not the day to fuck with him.

“Well at least we know they suck. We'll get better ones. Now I said, put your fucking piece away before I put it away for you and get the hell out! I'm getting tired of repeating myself.” He kept his voice level but his annoyance was evident. It seemed like an extra Alpha really ruffled her feathers.

“Fine. Call me if you need me to step in Daddy.” She barely controlled her own tone but as always it was a sultry purr. She stood slowly and put away her gun before she kissed Colson's cheek and headed for the door.

Dom stepped in her way for a moment, there was so much about her already that rubbed him the wrong way but he kept his smile on his face. He just didn't move to let her out.

Colson watched as the two Alphas stared at each other and as Dom slid his glasses into his wild dark hair he got a glimpse of the monster inside. Jade eyes flashed red and the kind smile morphed into something… new. Different. Feral for lack of a better word. For just a moment the omega knew he was seeing the real Dom and he was pissed at himself when he felt hotter. Psycho could not be his type. Fuck. His hind brain whispered that the Alpha was protecting him and the front of his mind said to pull out his gun again. He didn't have to though because Dom stepped aside and his mask slid back in place. He even gave a little wave to the rest of Col’s people.

“Pleasure to meet yas.” The Alpha smoothed over the moment with a little bow in Collette’s direction. He hadn't meant to test the bint- Megan, but something about her rankled him. If anything his instincts were on higher alert than normal but he hadn't meant to make it appear like he didn’t respect the boss’s control. He hadn't meant to have a pissing contest and possibly anger the man who needed him. He was needed. How strange.

Colson watched as everyone filed out with a few wary look backs at the Alpha which Dom barely seemed to notice. The weirdo seemed hyper focused on him and he knew it was the scent. He was just thankful his people thought him so much a cocksure Alpha they assumed he banged a chick before the meeting, not that he was the bitch. After his mom attempted to shut the door behind her he was left alone with the hitman again. There was a lump in his throat he couldn't swallow and a pulse in his cunt that made him desperate for release.

“So ya need me? Wha’ for?” Dominic asked and he tried so hard not to step closer but Colson's scent was so strong he could taste it on his tongue.

Kells shook as he stood up and tried to stay blasé and gruff. If he treated it like no big deal it wouldn't be one. Right? A quick fuck between devils. A helping hand. He tugged his suit jacket off and laid it on the chair but even as he spoke he couldn't make eye contact. “I don't know how the fuck you poisoned me to make my blockers stop working but you need to fix this shit right now.”

Dom arched a brow as he walked around the table and stood next to the trembling man. Kells was a mess to match himself, drenched in sweat and doused in cologne. He was shuddering so hard the guy's teeth were chattering and all Dom wanted was to help. Helping was okay, Col asked for him and he always helped an omega in need. “Fix wha’? I didn't bloody poison you. Ya know you bit me right? Never mind. Wha’ can I do to ‘elp?”

The growl that rumbled in Colson's chest was ruined by the whine of his voice. Did he need someone killed? Did he need something moved? All manner of questions rushed through Dom’s mind and all of them he knew he'd answer yes to. Anything he could do for the omega. “I need you to drop your fucking pants and bend me over this table. You started this shit and you're going to finish it.” Except that. Fuck.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know 🖤

So I accidentally added Megan as a rival Alpha for funsies. You know that's gonna get some stress (she causes) out at some point 😉 Will there be sex next chapter? Perhaps. Will they still be idiots ignoring everything? Probably yes. I hope you enjoyed it! 🔪🖤

[best-fictional-band-poll]

THIS IS THE OLD SUBMISSIONS POST. UP TO DATE SUBMISSIONS CAN BE FOUND HERE

Sorted alphabetically by band. Please click through to original post to see full list. IF IT'S NOT ON THE LIST, PLEASE SUBMIT IT. NO BAND IS TOO NICHE. Multiple bands from the same media are permitted.

Putting this under the cut because it's getting too long!

0-9

4*town - Turning Red

A

About Gardens - ROGUEMAKER

The Ark - I Was Born For This

ABXY - Splatoon

Arno van Eyck - Disco Elysium

B

The Band With Rocks In It - Discworld

The Beets - Doug

The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton - The Mountain Goats

The Bettys - Phineas and Ferb

Black Stones (BLAST) - NANA

The Blues Brothers - The Blues Brothers

Bottom Feeders - Splatoon

Boys In The Sink - Veggietales

Boys Who Cry - Spongebob Squarepants

Boyz4Now - Bob's Burgers

Boyz 12 - American Dad

Bunk Bed Junction - No Straight Roads

C

Cheetah Girls - Cheetah Girls

The Clash At Demonhead - Scott Pilgrim 

The Covey - Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Crash & The Boys - Scott Pilgrim

D

Daisy Jones & The Six - Daisy Jones & The Six

Damp Socks - Splatoon

De Bois Band - & Juliet

Deep cut - Splatoon

DETHKLOK - Metalocalypse

Dedf1sh - Splatoon

Decibel Jones and the Absolute Zeros - Space Opera 

Dingoes Ate My Baby - Buffy The Vampire Slayer

DJ Octavio - Splatoon

DJ Stylbator - Samurai Jack

Dr Teeth and The Electric Mayhem - The Muppets 

Drive Shaft - LOST

E

Evar Orbus & The Galactic Jizz-Wailers/The Max Rebo Band - Star Wars

F

Fig and the Cig Figs - Dimension 20 Fantasy High

The Flaming Creatures - Velvet Goldmine

Fran-Shou-Shou - Zombie Land Saga

G

Gallifrey Academy Hot Five - Doctor Who 

Gem & The Scotts - Secret Life SMP

Gillion & The Tidestriders - Just Roll With It

Girls Dead Monster - Angel Beats

Gorillaz - Gorillaz

Grifters Bone - Magnus Archives 

H

Hatsune Miku - Vocaloid

Heaven Seventeen - A Clockwork Orange

The Hectic Glow - The Fault In Our Stars

Hex Girls - Scooby Doo

I

Ink Theory - Splatoon

J

Jem & The Holograms - Jem & The Holograms

Johnny Casino and The Gamblers - Grease

Josie & The Pussycats - Archie (Comic)

The Juicy Fruits - Phantom of the Paradise

Julie and the Phantoms - Julie and the Phantoms

K

Kessoku Band - Bocchi the Rock

Killer Boy Rats - Horrid Henry

The Killjoys - My Chemical Romance

L

Lacus Clyne - Mobile Suit Gundam Seed

Lady Parts - We Are Lady Parts

The Last Days - The Last Days

Lemonade Mouth - Lemonade Mouth

Leningrad Cowboys - Leningrad Cowboys

Lincoln Hawk - Gossip Girl

Little White Lie - Little White Lie

Loded Diper - Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Love Burger - Can't Hardly Wait

Love Händel - Phineas and Ferb

LumberZacks - Milo Murphy's Law 

M

Mad Gear & The Missile Kid - Danger Days, My Chemical Romance

Maxwell Demon & The Venus In Furs - Velvet Goldmine

The Mechanisms - The Mechanisms 

Milkcan - Um Jammer Lammy

The Misfits - Jem & The Holograms

Muppet Orchestra - The Muppets 

N 

Needy Beast - Hatchetfield

O

Octoplush - Splatoon

Old Gods of Asgard - Alan Wake

ok, kids - Andre and Karl

Off The Hook - Splatoon

P

Pink Slip - Freaky Friday

Plasmagica - Show By Rock

Proto Zoa - Zenon Sweep 

R

The Rainbooms - Equestria Girls

The Rats - Velvet Goldmine

RIP - Ruby Gloom

The Risky Fix-Ins - Buzzfeed Unsolved Franchise

The Rutles - All You Need Is Cash

S

Sadie-Killer & The Suspects - Steven Universe

Sadgasm - The Simpsons

SCÄB - Home Movies

Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - The Beatles

Sev'ral Timez - Gravity Falls

Sex Bob-omb - Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Sing Street - Sing Street 

Soundcheck - Odd Squad

Spinal Tap - This Is Spinal Tap

Squid Sisters - Splatoon

Squid Squad - Splatoon

The Stiff Dylans - Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging 

Sunset Curve - Julie and the Phantoms

The Superconducting Supercolliders - Designations Congruent With Things (Pacific Rim fanfiction)

T

The Three Lights - Sailor Moon

Trapnest - NANA

Turquoise October - Splatoon

V

The Vampire Lestat - The Vampire Chronicles

W

Wonderlands x Showtime - Hatsune Miku Colourful Stage/Vocaloid

The Wonders - That Thing You Do

Wyld Stallyns - Bill & Ted franchise

Wet Floor - Splatoon

w-3 (omega-3) - Splatoon

Y

Yoko & the Gold Bazookas - Splatoon

Z

Ziggy Stardust & The Spiders From Mars - David Bowie

[wordsarelife]

DAY 18: HAPPY XMAS (WAR IS OVER)

pairing: platonic!marauders x reader

summary: you spend christmas in hogwarts, with your best friends

warnings: none

note: the marauders, featuring lily and marlene

the snow falling has soozed you into a deep sleep the night before. you had woken up with fuzzy socks on your feet and wearing a warm pyjama, which was just as christmas themed as your socks.

marlene and lily, who you were sharing a room with, had woken up around the same time as you did.

"good morning" lily had already been out of the bed by the time her eyes had fully opened.

"merry christmas" marlene yawned

"yes" you just nodded, not yet being able to speak in full sentences.

"we should hurry" lily said while taking a look at her wristwatch "the boys are probably already waiting"

"come on" marlene nodded "let's get down before they start to open presents without us"

you quickly hurried to the bathroom, each of you brushing their teeth, before you hurried downstairs. the boys were sitting on the couch, like you had predicted, on the verge of ripping open the presents

"there you are!" sirius called when he noticed you

"finally" james beamed and peter nodded enthusistically

remus rolled his eyes "we've been here for two hours" he took a look at the boys "they were angry i forbad them from waking you"

"you wouldn't have gotten up in the first place" you stuck out your tongue at james

"don't worry" he crossed his arms in mock offence "i have my ways"

"can we start now" peter was constantly moving in his seat, ready to jump to his feet and make a bee line for the presents

"yes, of course" lily said, while she made a teapot appear and a few mugs. she sat down in one of the armchairs and sipped her tea, like a mum who was watching her children on christmas morning.

like she was really your mum, you all reacted to her yes and quickly dulged under the tree, picking out the presents that were for you.

you had gotten a jane austen novel from lily, a pair new sneaker from james, a queen vinyl from sirius, a scarf from remus (a red one), some sweets and a charm bracelet from peter and some earrings from marlene.

you had thanked all of them individually, thankful for those presents, but also them knowing you so well.

later, your head was laying in marlene’s lap, while you and your friends played charade.

it was one of your favorite moments, down there in the common room.

the fire cracking and you and your friends laughing. you were the only gryffindors that had stayed bad and you couldn’t be happier to have the common room all to yourself.

especially once sirius decided to play your new vinyl and dance the night away…

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || A Friend To All

Previous

"Seriously?" Natalia groaned, when the bike had broke down, on their way home.

"Give it a sec." He told her, trying to start it up, again, but had failed. "Alright, get off, sit there." He pointed at a spot on the ground, chucking her his poncho to sit on, whilst he got off, examining his bike.

Natalia folded it back up, sitting on the ground, hugging the poncho to her.

"Shit." He cursed, looking at the side.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Going for a walk." He nodded for Natalia to follow, which she did, eagerly getting up and joining his side as they walked along the woods.

"Fixable?"

"Hope so." He answered her, but shared no other info on his precious first born.

They had managed to reach an car, Daryl popped the lid, pulling out a connecting wire of sorts, he tossed that to the side, then grabbed another, but apparently that wasn't useful either, so he dropped the lid, moving over to a truck, with a bed.

He did the same thing, popping the hood and looking for something, but then he put down his bag, Natalia picked it up almost instantly, as she leaned against the truck, watching her husband as he crawled under it.

"No good?" She asked, when he came back up, empty handed.

"Nope." He replied, setting his sites on the next car, walking over to it.

She followed.

Daryl initially ignored the walker inside the car, popping the hood to look for whatever it was he needed, whilst Natalia pulled out a knife.

"Careful." Daryl glanced over at her, as she was about to open the door.

"Seriously?" She repeated the word.

"Of getting blood on yer cast, girls' go nuts if you ruin their art."

"Oh, yeah, right." She nodded, carrying on with opening the door, keeping her broken arm behind her back as she let the walker fall out of the car, reaching for her, she stood on it's back, bending down and stabbing it in the head. "No blood." She confirmed, wiping her knife on the walkers clothes, before standing straight.

"Nice going." He dropped the hood, climbing under the car and ripping out another wire. "Got it"

"Dream team." She applauded him, as they made their way back to where he left the bike.

Natalia sat back on the ground as he went to his bike, but then she watched as he checked his pockets, seeming to be trying to find something.

"What's up, baby?" She asked, standing up and going to his side.

"Ma tool chain." He told her. "Gave it to Bam last week, an' forgot to get it back."

"You gave our daughter your thingy?" Natalia asked.

"Hey, you gave Daisy a knife, she felt left out." He defended himself. "Alright, I need ya, come here." He grabbed Natalia by her beltloops, pulling her towards him. "Need ya to get yer smallest knife and then reach in there." He instructed, as she pull out a tiny switchblade from her sock.

"I don't know what I'm doing, Daryl." She told him.

"S'alright, I'll teach ya." He grabbed her hand. "Alright, need ya to get in there, y'see that wire?"

"Yeah."

"Cut it."

"For real?"

"Yeah, baby, you ain't gonna do much more damage to it."

"More?"

"Fine! Just cut, woman" He pressed.

"Don't yell at me!" She told him, cutting the wire.

"I ain't yelling, you're yelling." He kept his voice the same calm level.

"Okay, I got it." She said, pulling it out.

"There ya go, now y'needa replace it."

"Why can't you do this? It's getting dark, soon"

"You got smaller hands then me. 'Sides, you can tell Bambi you fixed up ma bike."

"Why's that matter?"

"Cause, girls can do everything boys can." He shrugged. "Kids look up ta you, an' she likes bikes."

"Fine, pass it here." She put her hand out expectantly, and he placed the cable in her hand.

Daryl held up the torch, when it got dark, as he talked her through fixing up his bike.

"Done." She called, taking a step back.

"Alright." Daryl rubbed his hands together, mounting the bike. "Do me a favour and trade that in for my tool chain, with Bammy."

"Good luck kiss." Natalia said quickly, kissing him before he started it.

"Good luck kiss?" He raised his brows.

"Yeah, and so you'll be less mad when I've totally fucked it."

"You ain't fucked it." He sighed, kicking down on the pedal, and nodded when it roared to life. "Didn't fuck it." He grabbed her face, kissing her roughly before patting down his bike with love. "Come on, let's go home."

It was early in the morning when they returned, Dog was the first to greet them, running to Natalia first.

"Hi, boy! Hey, boy, I missed you!" She petted him, as he gave kisses, jumping up at her. "Did you miss me, too, yeah, you did, you're such a good boy."

"Mom." Evie interrupted, Archie was on her hip, the twins following, quickly.

"Hey, where's the others?" Natalia asked.

"Here, take him, Mom." Evie diverged her father from taking the baby, passing him to their mother. "Jude and RJ are with Uncle Aaron, an' Lydia's helping out, everything's nearly fixed."

"There a reason you look so tense?" Daryl asked.

"Yep!" Evie slapped a hand over Daisy's mouth, quickly.

"Look, just remember that you were both gone for two days, and I'm only seventeen, but... uh, and that you're carrying Archie."

"Evie, just spit it out." Natalia told her, adjusting Archie in her arms.

"Okay, I just wanna make sure you're gonna stay calm, and not freak out."

"Aunt Carol ripped out the wall!" Daisy burst, pulling Evie's hand away from her mouth.

"What?" Natalia's tone was almost thunderous.

"Way to go, big mouth!" Evie glared at her little sister.

"There was a rat." Bambi supplied.

"Couldn'a killed the rat?" Daryl asked.

"She tried trapping it, but then it ran away" Daisy put her hands up. "So now our walls gone."

"But the new guy and Negan are helping fix it, but they're having a break." Bambi added.

Natalia held Daryl's arm, gripping it tightly.

"Daryl, you better fix this. She was banned from the house, and now our wall is gone."

"I will." He sighed. "I'll fix it."

"Woah, Daddy, is that a deer?" Daisy gaped at the animal.

"Yeah, yer Mom shot it."

"Hear that, Bam, Mommy's gonna shoot you next." Daisy leered.

"Mommy!" She shrieked, running away from her sister, who chased her.

"Daisy, stop taunting yer sister." Daryl told her, "Both of you can help me get this to inventory to portion up for everybody."

"I don't wanna." Bambi complained. "It makes me sad."

"Go with your father." Natalia told her.

"Can I use my knife?" Daisy asked.

"Yup."

"Natalia!" Turns out the new guy and Negan had returned to fix her wall. "You're back, awesome."

"Do what you came here to do." She told the man, who took the hint, entering her kitchen through the garage door.

"I can stay." Daryl told her, deeply disappointing Daisy.

"If you guys are staying, I'm gonna go find Gage." Evie let them know.

"Make good decisions." Natalia told her.

"Yeah, I don't want you hanging out with him, alone." Daryl added.

"So, the opposite of you and Dad, got it. By the way, Mom, that's disgusting, you have children." Evie pointed at her own neck.

Natalia covered her throat, at her daughters judgy stare, whilst the twins were trying to get a look.

"What's wrong with Mommy's neck?" Bambi asked.

"Don't worry about it, girls you and Daddy are gonna go sort out that deer, alright, right, Daryl?"

"Naw, I was thinking-" He shook his head, looking at the garage.

"You are" Natalia cut him off, nodding.

"I can use this!" Bambi held up her new toy, given to her by her father.

"Gimme that, you can have this, instead." She took it out of Bambi's hand, tossing it to Daryl, and exchanging it for an identical knife to Daisy's, she wasn't giving up her switchblade cause he fucked up. "Alright. Go."

"Nat-"

"Don't make me repeat myself, I said go." She stared at him.

"Dad, come on, or Mommy's gonna put you in the naughty corner." Daisy tugged her father along, Bambi helping.

"I don't got a naughty corner, you do." He corrected, with an attitude at being told off.

"Oh yeah, go tell Mommy you're not gonna do what she says." The six year old challenged.

"No." He grumbled.

"That's what I thought."

"How much longer are you both gonna be doing this for?" Natalia asked, heading towards the garage.

"Well, considering Carol knocked it all out, a while." Negan answered, waving at Archie, who waved his own little hand.

"You're Nat, right?" The other man, Cole asked.

"Natalia, hi." She greeted with a polite smile.

"Who's this lil guy?"

"This is Archie, my youngest." She introduced the baby, swiping at his cheek.

"With Dixon?" He raised a brow.

"Yes, he is my husband." She fake laughed.

"Right, you guys meet before of after?" He continued with the questions.

"Before, yeah, we were together a long time before all this shit went down, who'd think that we're still very much in love."

"And they're all... his kids." Cole didn't let up, not noticing the strange look Negan was giving the pair of them.

"Excuse me?" She tried to stay positive, whilst she held her son.

"Don' get me wrong, that's a Dixon." He pointed at Archie. "But all of them? I just find it hard to believe that a woman like you managed to put up with a guy like that, for so long, I mean, you're just way out of anyone's league, here, most of all, that guy."

Natalia's kind expression dropped.

"You can put that down and get out of my house." She told him. "The both of you."

"We ain't finished." Cole said.

"That's alright, my husband will finish it, he's quite good at that, exceptional, really." It was low, but Natalia could never help herself.

"Let's go." Negan patted the man on the back, but there was a little force behind it.

"Whatever." He sighed, "See ya lil Archie."

"Bye-bye." The boy waved.

"See ya around, Natalie." He then left her property, returning back to wherever Maggie's people were staying.

Natalia's eyes raised to Negan and his tall stature.

"You've gotten better." He told her. "You don't twirl your hair when you lie, anymore, guess you got him to thank for that." Negan pointed at Archie.

"If people could leave me and my marriage alone, there'd be no reason to lie."

He smirked at that.

"Nat. -"

"Natalia." She cut him off.

"Alright, Natalia. I was hoping you could do me a favour."

"And why the hell would I do that?" She asked.

"Out of the kindness of your heart... the fact I've saved your kids life, helped save your life last week."

"You got a lot to make up for."

"Look, all I'm asking for, is that you put in a good word for your friend Maggie, I ain't the same man she knew, get her to let it go."

Natalia stared at him in silence, and as he patiently waited for a response, he was met with her fist against his nose, a sharp crack filled the quiet air.

"Glenn was a good man, and he would of been the best father there ever was, he hadn't even done a handful of bad in his whole life, and you butchered him, in front of his pregnant wife and his family, you tell me about your wife and you attempt to make me feel pity for you, the best thing that ever happened to your wife was that she died from cancer. You could spend your whole life trying to make up for what you've done, and it still would never be enough. Don't ever talk to me as though we are ever equal to one another, or are you forgetting what you put me through? Now get the fuck out of my house."

Negan held his bleeding nose as he sighed in defeat, waving bye to the baby as he left. Natalia looked across the road, meeting eyes with Maggie Greene, and her son Hershel Jr, a small smirk on her face.

Natalia nodded at her before walking further into her house.

Two weeks had passed, Natalia had been able to get her stitches cut out, as well as her cast taken off. Her hair covered the scar along her hairline, and the one along her cheek was not as bad as she had been expecting, she was also told that she was lucky with how her arm had healed, that if she kept up the Physio Therapy exercises, it would be good as new.

Daryl had found an army base that a group would be exploring once he made the plans, Maggie would be joining them, and Natalia had been relieved of the bench.

And in other news, Carol had personally banished Negan from Alexandria, after being the one to bail him out in the first place, though, like most things regarding Carol and Negan, Natalia hadn't taken it lightly when Carol had revealed that she had housed the man in their old cabin, forever ruining the home they spent three years in.

But his exile hadn't lasted long, not at all.

Considering the fact that the man had waltzed towards the Alexandrian gates, setting his sites on Maggie, Natalia, Carol, Daryl and Hershel, all stood around supplies, as they made arrangements for the excursion.

"Oh, what the fuck." Natalia sighed.

"Language." Hershel told her.

Daryl let out a small snort.

"Sorry, kid." Natalia winced.

Carol shared a look with the three adults, before walking ahead, to go talk with the largely hated man.

"Nose still looks messed up." Maggie commented, quietly.

"Good. Maybe it'll teach him to keep it out of my business." Natalia glanced at her.

"Where's the A-Team off to?" They overhead Negan ask.

"Looking for food at an army base Daryl found." Carol answered him. "If we find anything, I'll bring some by your cabin."

“Your cabin.” Natalia cruelly mocked.

Then he spoke to her quietly, so soft that they weren't able to eavesdrop, anymore.

"What the fuck is she up to, they're smiling." Natalia sounded frustrated.

"Ahem." Hershel cleared his throat.

"Alright, kid, the earth ain't gonna collapse." Natalia patted his cap.

He nodded at Carol, walking further in Alexandria, turning to smirk at the two women as he ventured into their home.

Daryl had been in charge of his army base mission, which meant he called the shots.

"We're ready." Natalia held his side, sharing the view he had been fixated on as they prepped to go in through the skylight into a pit of sleeping walkers, that were mostly made of bones and dust.

"You don' gotta go down." Daryl said.

"No, but I want to, seems fun." She smiled.

"Y'need a hobby." He told her.

"We are taking care of seven kids, this is my hobby."

"Should try knitting."

"Come on, you can do the honours of being in charge of my rope."

"Like I'd let anyone else do it." He grumbled as they walked towards the others.

Maggie, Natalia, Rosita, Kelly, Magna, Lydia and Carol were the ones to be hoisted down.

"Don't die." Daryl told Natalia, as he made sure the rope around her waist was secure.

"Not gonna." She brushed her lips against his.

"Let's do this." Rosita winked at her, exchanging a low high-five. "Gonna be fun."

"Yer both messed up."

"And looking for a great time." Daryl pinched Natalia's waist at that comment.

The women had been lowered silently and carefully, to the ground, in order not to wake any of the walkers.

Only one seemed to be stirring, groaning to itself in the dark.

They turned, spotting a door, and Natalia signalled that was their location, it was just a matter of tiptoeing over the bodies, without accidently tripping.

Natalia looked up, nodding at her husband, with a small smile, before venturing on.

Magna, the skilled woman that she is, was the one to pick the lock, whilst the others stood guard.

Carol looked around at the weapons that lay on the floor, whilst they stood there, with a look back, she was met with unapproving stares an shaking heads, from Maggie and Natalia, wasn't worth the risk.

When the padlock clanged open, Magna held her breath as they searched for movement, but when there was none, they carried on.

They entered a hallway, walking towards the last room, an Inventory, Maggie and Natalia stayed guard whilst Magna and Kelly took out the two walkers on the floor, that had still been asleep, then they scavenged.

The next part of the plan was relaying the bags back up, using their ropes that they were brought down by.

It was going great, until the rope Alden was pulling up decided to snap, sending the bag down, but Daryl was quick enough to catch it, ripping his arm open in the process.

As though it were happening in slow-motion, a drop of blood dripped down his arm, landing on the face of an asleep walker, that was now.... not so asleep.

As the walker growled itself awake, the noise and movement had stirred the others to wake up from their coma.

Natalia drew her knives as the others drew their bows, Lydia was quick with her stick and Rosita with her spiked knife.

Natalia jumped to action, kicking and pelting her knives into their heads.

And then gunshots started, glancing around she looked at Carol and Maggie, as they shot at walkers.

"Hey, I want one of those!" She called.

"Go!" Carol called, as Lydia and Kelly got hoisted up.

"No fun." She grumbled, attaching herself as she was lifted back into the sky with the others.

Carol was the last to come up, but in usual Carol fashion, she had spotted something that caught her eye, unclipping herself to go after it, the others had to pitch in to help before she could come back.

"You okay?" Natalia asked Daryl, checking his arm, when everyone was back up safely.

"M'fine." He kissed her hair. "You alright?"

"Always." She smiled. "No one died, and we got what we needed, mission accomplished.”

When they made their way back to Alexandria, with a bag full of food, they were greeted with the small Grimes and Dixon kids,

"Mommy!" The twins cheered.

"Yeah, I survived, too." Daryl commented, as he hugged Judith and RJ.

"My babies, awee, I missed you." Natalia squeezed her girls peppering kisses on their cheeks.

"Dadda." Archie stretched his hands up to be picked up when they stood, again.

"Least he still cares." Daryl grumbled at the twins, picking up the boy.

"Dad, Archie bit, again." Daisy told him.

"What?" Natalia asked. "Who?"

"RJ" Judith answered. "But it wasn't bad, see, he's not even bleeding."

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one he bit." RJ told her.

"Sorry, 'bout that bud." Daryl told him, checking Archies gums, whilst Natalia examined RJ's arm. "Ow! Sonava bitch, bit me too." Daryl shook his hand, away from where Archie had just bit his finger.

"Daryl, you wanna repeat what you just said?" Natalia asked, taking Archie out of his hold.

"Son of a- M'sorry." He mumbled. "But he bit me."

"He's a baby."

"Archie can do no wrong in Mommy's eyes." Daisy scoffed to the other kids, Bambi giving an eyeroll.

"He's only little." Judith excused.

"Archie, say sorry." Natalia said expectantly. "That wasn't very nice. Sorry?"

"Sorry." Archie pouted, looking down as he grabbed at Natalia's hair.

"Noo, can you say sorry to Daddy?" Natalia poked the man, speaking gently to her son.

"Sorry, Dadda."

"And give kiss?" She poked Daryl's cheek.

Archie reached over, kissing his fathers cheek, and he responded, kissing him back.

"Good boy, now can you say sorry to RJ?" Natalia put him down in front of the other boy. "For biting him."

"Sorry, AreGee."

"And give your cousin a hug?" The baby hugged the boy, and RJ hugged him back.

"That's okay, Archie."

"Good boy." Natalia picked him up again. "And you're not gonna bite again, are you?"

The baby shook his head.

"Good, or the next time that you bite someone, I will bite you, and Mommy doesn't want to do that, because that's not kind, got it?"

Archie responded by giving Natalia a kiss, and wiggling for his father to hold him, again.

"There, settled. Parenting." Natalia mini bowed to her twins.

They weren't massively thrilled, when they had to report to an council meeting that day, but alas, they suffered, together.

"One week." Gabriel explained the food shortage, to them, after witnessing the fight that was breaking out between the people.

"That's it? In that last run, just a week?" Daryl asked.

"We can make it work." Aaron was in deep thought.

"How? We just took in two new communities." Carol started. "We have no crops, no back stock."

"We can get there. Got people out there right now, scavenging houses for materials" Aaron continued.

"And they're slowing down. It's a little hard to put up a wall with broken tools and an empty stomach."

"Our people are good hunters. Frost and I could take a group out." Agatha, one of Maggie's people, volunteered.

"Ground's all spent. The last big horde scared all the animals away." Daryl broke the news to them.

"Yeah, we struggled enough just bringing that deer back, like, two weeks ago." Natalia commented, twirling her hair.

"We can find new territory." Daryl suggested.

"We don't have time. We need food. Lots of it. Now." Gabriel shot him down.

It was silent, for a moment, before Maggie broke it.

"I know one more place. The place I lived before this. Where we lived." She looked to her people. "Meridian. It's got plenty of food, water, crops, and animals."

"Yeah, and now it's gone." Elijah reminded.

"So, what happened out there?" Rosita asked.

"We were on a mission. Leading walkers away. Duncan, Agatha, and Frost took the last shift at the front of the herd. Going miles out. I circled back with Elijah and Cole. On the way back home, things kept going sideways and we got stuck out on the road. Looking back now, I don't think that was an accident. All of a sudden, we heard these screams in the distance. We raced back home. But it was too late. Most of our people had been slaughtered. And the rest of us barely got away with our lives. The people that attacked us... we only knew two things about them. They come at night, and by the time you see them, you're already dead. That was before we caught one."

She looked at Daryl, which made Natalia look at Daryl, he did what?...

"Daryl was with me. He came after us alone. Why? Because there aren't that many of them. They're at Meridian now. There's plenty of food to feed Alexandria 'til we get this place back up and running again. That's why they took it. We just need to take it back."

"So... you're leaving to fight ghosts. That's the plan?" Aaron asked her.

"You have a better one?"

"Shore up Alexandria, for starters. The walls are not stable. Walkers will get inside. That's not if, it's when. Alexandria needs us."

"This is for Alexandria. My son is here. I have skin in the game, too."

"Yeah, but if they slaughtered everyone once, what the hell makes this situation any different?" Rosita questioned.

"Duncan, Agatha, and Frost are Meridian's best fighters, and now I have them. And hopefully, some of you, too."

Daryl and Natalia shared a look, she reached to him, linking her index finger with his.

"Maggie, this sounds like a suicide mission." Rosita sighed, not convinced at all.

"Well, if we don't have food, it's not gonna matter, anyway." Daryl let go, standing up. "I'll go. Anybody else?"

Gabriel was the only one of their people to volunteer.

"Natalia?" Maggie looked at her, speaking quietly, as though they were having a private conversation. "Please. We could really use having you on our team."

She sighed, glancing at her husband, then Rosita. Before making a decision.

“Would you watch the kids?”

“Of course” Rosita nodded at her.

"Fuck it." She sighed. "What's one more bed-time story to tell the kids."

Daryl ruffled her hair, as they left the building, ready to head off to Meridian, to fight ghosts.

Next

[moranasgrave]

Thinking about Moving in with Rockstar!Connie

warnings : NSFW, a lot of kinky shit idk, cursing, not proofread i’ll come back later n do it lmao i’m tired gang 🤣 (this will probably be a fic soon too i have a lot of ideas for rockstar connie 😏)

You’ve finally made the big step of moving in with your boyfriend connie springer.

He’s the lead singer and electric guitar player in his band ‘DOOM’ named by him of course. He was tired of getting apartments with his friends and he wanted to finally have some peace and quiet with his girl.

You guys met at one of his concerts a few months back. You absolutely entranced him. The smudged black eyeliner you had on, your short black skirt with the lace underneath, the bone clips and your ripped up black tights, tied together with the large tshirt with the bands name on the front.

You nearly made him mess up one of his riffs because he was staring so hard.

You also thought he was so fucking hot. easily the hottest one out of all 4 memebers, Eren, Armin, and Jean being the other 3. They were cute but Connie just had that way about him and that bright smile with all those sexy tattoos. Always wearing his black eyeliner smudged around his eyes and sometimes his lips as a clown look. He sung so beautifully and heartfelt you felt like he was speaking directly to you. His voice was your favorite sound in the world.

He brought you backstage after the show to get to know you. You guys clicked instantly, ever since then he’s been so obsessed with having you around. He would even bring you on stage with him at concerts after you guys got serious, of course bitches we’re jealous, but that’s the price of dating a celebrity. Connie didn’t care though, watching you dance so passionately eyes not moving from him once, made him fall so hard for you.

Connie got you guys a nice small little house in the town were the paparazzi and fans won’t find him. He made the basement a studio so his band could still practice there from time to time. He made sure you had a separate room to yourself for your hobbies too of course. His princess had everything she wanted in this small castle of theirs.

Your chilling in the studio with just the 3xl version of the band tee you have and some panties, playing with some random tracks like you always do.

Connie barges in the room with nothing on but some socks and a tight pair of boxers. “Ah there’s my princess, what you doing in here”, he says smiling as he makes his way over to you sliding in the rolling chair beside you.

His body was your weakness, riddled with so many tattoos on almost every part of his body. His abs weren’t rock hard but his skin was always so soft and smooth you preferred it. His fat bulge always prominent even on soft. Just looking at him made you horny. “Nothin im jus playing around with the sound board, so wassup with today”.

Connie could barely contain himself right now. Seeing you in his shirt knowing you had only had panties on right now was making him feel like a caveman. Sure he’s seen quite of few girls in bed, but they could never compare with you. Everytime he looked at you all he could think about was how he wanted to fuck you next. You were his weakness, sexually and emotionally everything about you was so sexy.

“The boys are coming over to practice in a couple hours so i figured we could break the house in before they come”, he scoot closer and pulls you into his lap. You feel his large bulge already growing as you turn around to straddle him. He pulls you in for a slow sensual kiss bringing his hand under your shirt feeling up your breast.

He moans as you start grinding on him slowly, tucking your arms under his. He takes his hand off your beast breaking the kiss to slide his boxers off. You slide your panties off too and start grinding on him again harder this time. He takes your nipple in his mouth looking up at you with his eyes half lidded. You moan loudly when he suddenly slides inside of you. “The studio is done, let’s go to the next”, he rasps between his moans.

He stands up with you straddling him still, him getting deeper inside of you as he stands up. He walks you guys into the bathroom putting you up against the wall and slamming into you. You dig your nails down his back causing him to groan pushing deeper into you. “You feel so fucking good, i can’t stand it”, he says going in to start marking up your neck.

“Fuck this, you’re gonna make me cum and i need the bed”, he grabs you off the wall practically bolting to the bedroom. He tosses you in the middle of the bed crawling on top of you and spreading your legs apart. “Look at how wet you already are, god your so fucking sexy y/n”, He waste no time diving his tongue into your folds, licking and sucking at your clit like he’s hungry.

You clutch your legs around his head feeling overwhelmed by all the moving. He forcibly spreads them apart again licking slower and looking you in the eyes. “Fuck connie..i’m gonna cum”, you moan as you buck your hips further into his tongue. “Cum with me baby”, He says as he trails his way back up to your lips, slowly sliding himself back into you. You squeeze your eyes shut already feeling that knot in your stomach untangle. Connie breaks the kiss sitting up again pounding harder and slower into you.

You feel his dick twitch inside you, “Oh my fucking god i’m gonna cum princess, cum with me”, he says throwing his head back in pure bliss, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Seconds later your feel your knot snap finally releasing yourself on him, his cum filling you simultaneously.

He bends back down kissing you slowly, “Next time we’ll hit every room, your too sexy right now i lost my cool”, he says rolling to the side of you. You laugh and peck him on the nose “I’ll hold you to that rockstar”.

[pullhisteeth]

something silly and soppy for this cold, miserable evening. indulge me in the vision I have of 9-5 Eddie and his gorgeous clothes. nsfw (kind of)

-

I know that Eddie's messy and boyish and wears ripped up clothing and that it's all part of the appeal but I want to indulge this idea I have so just imagine that you're both in your 20s and growing up with him by your side and he, to your surprise, gets a big boy job at a record label in Indianapolis. it's a 9-5 most weeks and so you take him shopping and get him some nice shirts and fancy trousers but you make sure they're still Eddie - a couple subtle chains and metal hoops, cufflinks with the devil and DnD dice on them. he keeps the rings and the bracelets and the chain he wears around his neck, though it stays under the shirt.

and then one day you come home from work and he's already in the living room, just like most other days. you find him on the couch, your cat on his lap, in his smart, well-fitting black trousers, crisp white shirt tucked in and a pretty leather belt around his hips. he's just in socks and he's messed his hair up a little, but he looks so goddamn grown up and smart and it makes you swoon.

he beams at you as you drop your stuff and sidle over to him. like usual, you're on him like a flash, the cat politely nudged off with you taking its place on his thighs, mouths and hands all over each other. this happens often; you miss him, he misses you, you both look hot in your work clothes. your hands roam over the cotton of his shirt and soon they grasp his belt and unbuckle it, running under his waistband and untucking his shirt. his lips are warm and wet on your throat and across your face; you're like horny teenagers who can't get enough of each other. the second half is true.

and, like every time, he takes you to the bed and the work clothes come off slowly but surely, thrown in slapdash piles on the floor. before he takes the shirt off he's between your thighs, because he knows you like how he looks in it. it's glorious and he's amazing and you're coming faster than ever, with his hands splayed across your thighs, rubbing up and down and gripping in desperation to the fat there.

when he moves up your body to kiss you, he stops, head hanging over your own, because you're crying.

he's pleading baby, are you okay? please stop crying, here, let's stop, c'mon, and you're reassuring him that i'm not sad, eddie, you're so good to me, i just can't believe this is my life.

he pulls you up to sit in his arms, and as he rocks you side to side gently, you tell him that there is nothing in the world you love more than coming home to your gorgeous, handsome, loving boyfriend stroking your cat on your couch in your home. and you tell him that you're not sure what to do with all the love you have for him, that you feel like telling him isn't enough, that you have never felt so content in your life.

he just tells you that he feels the same way. he tells you that he loves that he gets to wait for you to come through the door, he lives every day for the indescribable sensation he gets when you do, the way his heart leaps every single time, how he wants so badly to wrap you up and squeeze so tight that two become one.

he says he feels silly admitting that, but you just hold him in your hands and kiss him silly, assuring him that he's not silly, he could never be silly; you wish you could put it into words the way he does. a natural writer, he's so good at giving you ways of describing how you feel, and that's just it - you feel he completes you, though you know that you don't need completing. but that makes it better, because its a wholeness you never knew you could have.

he's still in his white shirt, though it's more crinkled now. you keep saying sorry for ruining the mood but he keeps repeating that you didn't ruin anything, as his hands continue roaming and he lies you on your back. you're kissing each other all over and you feel a warm glow inside your body. it is so nice to be so loved by someone you are watching grow up and who is watching you do the same.

[aegoniiwifey]

I'm back with more Modern!Aeg and his sweet daughter 👀

Aegon is kinda manipulative in this, just a warning

Aegon told himself it couldn't be true, his princess wouldn't dare do this. He stormed up the stairs of the Targaryen mansion to her bedroom, his phone in his hand. He feels nothing but pure, fiery, Targaryen rage. They'd talked about this. He'd decided. The door to her bedroom slams open, and he stands there, his large, thick figure in her doorway, face set stoney. His sweet girl was on her bed, in her little tennis outfit, the little mini skirt and knee high socks would normally make him forget anything and simply sink his cock into her always slick, needy pussy, but not now. Not when his baby girl had gone behind his back. But she was sloppy, and he found out. Seems that she forgot that Daddy has access to everything- her emails, her accounts, everything.

"Daddy?" Her brows furrowed as he stalked over to her, shutting the door behind him.

"Did we not decide, babygirl?" He asked in an eerily cool tone, that made her tense. She remained silent. She knew better than to try and answer, to say a thing when Daddy was this mad. "We talked about this. King's Landing University. It's a twenty minute drive from the estate. You could continue to live at home- with me. It has all that prestigious shit that your grandmother cares about- we're all alums. Everything was set." He gritted out. "So why the fuck is there an email confirming your application to the University of Volantis?" He asked cooly, and she gulped. "Daddy, I-" "You don't love Daddy anymore, baby? You wanna go run after those Voltanese boys, slut it out for anybody who calls you pretty?" He went on, angry that she could ever think about leaving him.

"I just wanted to see if I'd get in," She tried to explain. "Of course I love you Daddy, more than anything, I-" "Then why hide it?" He snapped. "Tell me, princess, were you gonna pack up and leave Daddy behind, without a word?" "No, Daddy, of course not-" "Don't I give you everything, little one? Buy you what your heart desires, whatever you want, you get it. Don't I make you feel good, babygirl? Leave my princess satisfied?" She tried to reach for his arm, but he pulled away. "Yes, you do, Daddy- And I love you, so, so much, you're all I want, Daddy-" "Then why d'you wanna leave me, baby?" He asked, and she got off the bed and reached for him, looking up at him pleadingly. "I didn't, Daddy, I swear- Cerelle told me about it at school, said I should apply to a backup school, cause you never know." She sniffles, and whimpers, "Don't be angry daddy, please- I won't leave, I'll never leave, I swear. I'll go to KLU, I will." She said. He cupped her face, and looked down at her. His sweet girl was always desperate to please Daddy.

"Hmm- if that's the truth-" "Yes, it is, I promise Daddy," She insisted, nuzzling her face into his hand and kissing it.

He smiled victoriously, and kissed her lips deeply, his tongue dominating her own, savouring her familiar sweet taste. "My good girl, hm?" He murmured, and she nodded, rubbing against him. He chuckled wickedly. "Don't think you're escaping punishment, baby. Scaring Daddy like that- it's gonna be a long fucking night," He said darkly as his hand slid under her tennis skirt and ripped her little pink thong off.

UGH DONT DO THIS TO ME! he would be fuming, that big belly heaving with rage.

he’d definitely have you edging all night until he’s satisfied you’ve learnt your lesson, fucking you full of his seed!

[greyghoulclub]

Mungrove Week Prompt 7

written for @mungroveweek

ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/47170018

(Please read the tags on this and exit if there are any kinks you are uncomfortable with)

R-18, minors DNI

It was just a bet. 

Billy was repeating that to himself as he stared down at the maid’s costume. Eddie had even included some blonde cat ears he’d bought from Etsy. Said they would match Billy’s hair. 

The outfit was simple: a black minidress with white detailing and an apron. Eddie had also included some white thigh-high socks that he said would look great on Billy. It was just an outfit that he was going to wear for three hours at most, he thought to himself. 

Eddie had been waaaay too happy when he handed over the bag. Grinning like the Cheshire cat when he said, “This is going to make your tits look great.”

When he put it on, he found that the top of the dress had some corsetting in the top so it pushed his pecs up, as if he had cleavage. The thigh-high socks were a little tight around the tops of his thighs but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He looked at himself in the mirror near his and Eddie’s bed, taking in the sight of himself. He looked hot. No other way to put it. The dress hugged his sides in a way that showed off the work he had put in for his abs, it was like he was a marble statue draped in silk.

He hadn’t realised that Eddie had somehow materialised behind him while he was admiring his reflection. 

“Jesus Eds I didn’t know you were here too,” Billy looked at his boyfriend in the mirror, furrowing his brow a little. Eddie laughed at him and wrapped his arms around Billy, eyes dark. 

“I can’t let you go to the party like that,” Eddie grumbled into Billy’s shoulder. Billy was sure Eddie would be pouting if he could see the bottom half of his face. 

“What do you mean, I can’t? This was your idea!” Billy would play along because he knew the reward if he was a good boy. Eddie’s fingers dug into his sides, if he gripped any tighter Billy thinks he would rip the dress. Billy rocked his hips back a little bit, knowing that this is what Eddie wanted. 

“Babe, if you do that we might not even make it to the bed,” Eddie pulled Billy’s hips back towards him, one hand sliding up the skirt. “Oh? You’re wearing the panties that came with it?” Eddie snapped the lace against Billy’s leg and kissed the back of Billy’s shoulder. 

“Eddie…” Billy whined, he liked this more dominant Eddie, his tone of voice was hitting all the right buttons for Billy and the teasing touches just made him want more. But Billy had something else in mind. 

“What do you want babygirl? Do you wanna go to the party or just stay here?” 

Hard choice when Billy looked this good in the dress, but he also didn’t want to go to Stacie’s dumb party in the first place, and Eddie was offering a very good alternative. He turned around to face Eddie, biting his lip and pulling the beanpole of a man down for a kiss. He could taste the old tobacco and mint chewing gum on his lips. Eddie kissed back harder as if his life depended on it. 

“So I’m guessing that this means you wanna stay?” The taller boy said in between kisses. He thought right when Billy pushed him down against the bed and straddled his hips, grinding down a little, making Eddie groan. 

“You look so good, baby,” Eddie spoke very appreciatively as he reached up and cupped Billy’s pecs in his hands, squeezing just a little. It made Billy whimper, Eddie taking this as his cue to squeeze again. 

Eddie peaked under Billy’s skirt, “Oh you even wore the panties,” Eddie’s voice took on a darker note when he saw the black lace. “You’re so good for me baby.” Billy leaned down and kissed Eddie, a small moment of tenderness before the fun started.

He tugged the panties down, his erect cock springing free. God, he was leaking so much precum already. Eddie started to unbuckle himself, wiggling his stupid skinny jeans down. Billy shuffled himself over to hover over Eddie’s chest and lifted his skirt. He then started to tug at himself, letting the precum dribble onto Eddie’s tongue. He groaned from deep in his chest and tilted Eddie’s chin upwards so he swallowed what he had in his mouth. 

“Good boy.”

Eddie glowed at the praise, body compliant to whatever Billy wished. The latter settled himself between Eddie’s legs, pulling his cock free from his underwear and giving it a couple of pumps. Eddie’s legs twitched around him, whimpering when Billy teased the tip with his tongue. 

“Uh, god Billy your mouth, oh my god,” Eddie was near incoherent, letting out moans and whimpers as Billy sucked him off. Billy felt Eddie’s fingers tangle in his hair, holding him down. 

“Billy please…” Eddie’s voice sounded so wrecked like he was going to blow his load at any point. Maybe he was but Billy didn’t want that just yet. 

“Not yet sweet boy, I wanna ride you,” Billy said after giving one last lick along Eddie’s length. Eddie whined and arched his hips once the stimulation was gone. Billy decided to tease Eddie a little by fingering himself in front of him, showing that it felt good while Eddie didn’t get any pleasure. 

“Billy, you look so good,” Eddie started to jack himself a little, looking a bit confused when Billy stopped him. 

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Billy growled at him, Eddie’s eyes looked like they were pure black, and his breathing was slow. All of his focus was purely on Billy as he lowered himself down on Eddie’s cock. 

“Eddie… oh fuck, you feel so good. Filling me so well,” Billy groaned, wriggling his hips a little. Eddie wasn’t a shower but good lord he was a grower. Eddie couldn’t even speak, he was just trying to breathe while he was overcome with pleasure when Billy started moving. His thighs flexed as he fucked himself on Eddie’s cock. 

“Ah, Billy… ah…” Eddie’s brain was scrambled from the pleasure. Even forming a thought that made sense was difficult. He just kept bucking his hips to match Billy’s movements.

“C’mon Eds, hard-” Billy cut himself off with a moan when Eddie managed to hit his prostate dead on. Billy ground his hips down to meet each of Eddie’s thrusts, the bed shaking from the movement of their bodies. 

“Billy, I’m gonna… I’m gonna,” Eddie’s hips stuttered as he came into Billy, his eyes rolling backwards in pure bliss. Billy kept moving, chasing his own orgasm, making Eddie squirm just a little from the overstimulation. He stroked his cock as he bounced, giving Eddie a show. 

“Nuh, Eddie, I’m close,” Billy moaned, tilting his head back so his neck was exposed. Doing all the things he knew that drove Eddie wild. The pressure coiled in his belly, and his strokes got less fluid. He bucked into his hand a couple of times and then he was coming over his hand. 

Eddie was still lying in a blissed-out state, mouth slightly open. Billy hissed slightly when he got off of Eddie and lay beside him on the bed. He took his come-covered hand and wiped some with his finger into Eddie’s mouth. 

“Swallow, bats,” he whispered into the other boy’s ear, using the pet name he gave Eddie because of his tattoo. He watched Eddie’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed what was on his tongue. “Good,” he punctuated the sentence with a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. 

“That was way better than going to the party,” Eddie laughed a little, still recovering from the aftershocks. 

“Definitely.”

[im1nobody]

Theo

TW: Christianity, Bullying

The next day after waking up Adora tidies up her books and looks at the guardian jobs needed. One she notices still up, abandoned, is for a bullied teenager who had been outed as bisexual. Adora had recognised the word, bisexual, it is part of the LGBT community. 

She had decided that this would be the job she worked on. Grabbing the flyer she goes to the head of guardian angels to gain approval, a pretty simple task. They merely skim the job and make sure it’s up to your skill level.

“You want this job?” she asks looking up from the flyer.

“Yes,” Adora answers smiling softly. 

“I mean, it’ll be a bit difficult, I think you could handle it but I should advise you not to delve too deep into things you don’t understand,” Alice says softly but sternly.

Adora frowns to herself and nods before being granted access to the job. She flies down to a small town in the country. Adora finds her assignment, a boy named Theodore, in his small apartment. 

His home life had not been mentioned so she decided to watch him and his family. It seems fairly nuclear, a mother, a father, and a baby sister. Adora watches Theodore in his room, he’s finishing his homework and doodling on a sketchbook beside him. 

“Theo, honey it’s time for breakfast,” his mother calls from their small kitchen

Theodore, also referred to as Theo, perks his head up. He sets his homework back in his backpack before walking out. Theodore's father is already at work so he won’t see him till after school.

“How did you sleep, honey?”

“I slept good, thank you, Mom,” he said. Theo eats his breakfast, toast and an egg with orange juice on the side. It was small but good. 

After breakfast, Theodore’s mom drives him to school and takes his little sister to daycare. Adora follows Theodore through the halls. He keeps his head down his brown hair covering grey eyes.

“Kissing any boys lately Theo!” a kid mocks down the hall.

Theo tugs his hair narrowing his eyes at his feet as he nears his locker. Adora notices it’s littered with papers people have taped on. She tried reading them but Theo rips them down before she gets the chance. While Theo puts his bag away Adora picks up the pages to see what was written, more hate messages,

“Bicycle”

“Pick a side”

“Unnatural”

Adora is stunned by the hatred that these children can have for their peers. She looks back and follows Theo to his first class. He sits in the back of the class and tries his best to blend in and go unnoticed. It’s an unfortunate sight to see for the guardian angel.

Throughout the day people heckled and one even tried to ask him out as some strange prank. At the end of the school day, Theo’s mom picks him up, and he sits in the back waving and cooing at his little sister. He’s calmer now Adora notices. Happier.

Once home Theo sits down at the dining table and begins working on homework. He hears the heavy steps of his father approaching the door as it opens. Theodore looks up from the pile of papers smiling as the tired man walks in. 

“Hi Dad,” he exclaims softly.

“Hey, how was school?” he asks in response. Adora smiled at the Father’s voice, It was rough but a kind of gentle she rarely saw.

Theodore shrugged, “the same old, I guess,”

“Those bullies still picking on you?” he asks. Theo gives a curt nod and his dad smiles brightly, “Well you gotta show them you can take it. Show them you’re in charge. Sock ‘em in the mouth, they won’t give you any problems I can guarantee,”

His mother scoffs lightly from the other room, “that’s a one-way ticket to detention,” she says.

“Sure, but it’ll show that you’re strong and can take what they dish,”

“You shouldn’t resort to violence, Theo. You’re a strong man. Just show them that they don’t get under you’re skin and they’ll stop, alright?” his mom adds in.

Theo smiles at his parents nodding and goes back to working on his school work. The night went by smoothly. They ate a small but good dinner. They played together and laughed and talked. Before bed Theo kneeled beside his bed and folded his hands, Adora had seen this action many times before for prayers. She listened intently hoping for a hint on how she should help him tomorrow.

‘God, I’m sorry for sinning, I’m sorry for being bi. Thank you for my loving and supporting family. Please keep them safe,’ he prays. His vibrations were deep showing his intentions were true. Adora smiles softly watching him get into bed before flying off to her dorms. 

In the morning Adora goes to Theo’s home to find a family photo. It was easy to find a spare, one from his sister's birth in a kitchen drawer. She slips the picture into his binder before rushing off to his school before he finishes breakfast. Theo’s locker has begun acquiring hateful papers again but she begins getting rid of them before he comes.

Theo arrives, his head down as always, and reaches his locker. Theodore looks up preparing to rip off papers but sees a blank door. He smiles softly feeling a rush of relief before quickly putting his bag away. He hurries to the first period before heckles can be thrown his way. Adora follows him proudly. Pulling out his binder the photo falls out as a crude slur comes from one of his classmates.

Theo turns his head not noticing his family at first towards the sound of the remark. Adora doesn’t know quite how to fix it other than give guidance to take a deep breath and turn back to his desk, like his mother’s advice. Once looking back to his desk he sees the smiling faces of his mom and dad and the sleeping face of his baby sister. He smiles softly to himself placing the photo in a safe space before getting to classwork.

As the day continues Adora tries her best to get rid of physical reminders such as litter and reminding Theo of his family. Theo enters his Mom car kissing his sister on the cheek before exclaiming how much better the school day was.

“There were no letters in my locker, and I must have forgotten a family picture in my backpack because it fell out in math! And every time I got upset I just thought of you guys and I felt better,” he exclaims smiling brightly.

Adora listened smiling and followed them home as a precaution. Theo’s home life seems enjoyable and safe compared to school so she won’t have to watch him there going forward probably. As predicted the night went smoothly, much like the one before. Though Theodore kept telling everyone how special today was and how much better it was compared to usual.

Theo kneels beside his bed for prayer and Adora listens, ‘Thank you for today. Please keep my family safe and bring me more days like this please, it was great.’ 

Adora smiles bringing a hand to her chest before leaving. Instead of heading straight to her dorm, she decides to roam the streets to see what changes are going on, and see if she can see Xander again. She would love to tell her all about her mission so far. The night is young, a soft glow from the sun illuminating everything nicely. Unfortunately, the night doesn’t stay young forever and Adora does not find him.

She flies back to the dorms, humming happily, thinking of the best ways to continue helping Theo. Little did she know something big was gonna happen that was going to help her. 

The next day, Adora starts checking on Theo before scurrying off to his school. She made sure his locker was bare when he came in. It was obvious that yesterday had made Theodore feel better but he was still wary of everyone. 

“Hey Theodore, you sure seem happy,” a blonde girl said.

“Oh, hi Susan, I’m alright,” Theo responds. He doesn’t know what to say. Is this a prank? Is she trying to make a joke of him or be genuine? Adora looks at Susan quizzically reading her intentions but they all seem pure so she guides Theo to continue talking.

“There’s a partner project coming up in literacy, I was wondering if you’d be my partner?” she asks smiling. “We can do pretty much any book, I read whatever”

Theo thinks for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, we can be literacy partners,” 

“Awesome! I’ll see you then Theodore,” she beams walking away, leaving Theo to ponder over her words.

Once Literacy began, as Susan had said there was a partner project, and as suspected looks of disgust were thrown towards Theo. Susan smiles brightly and walks over to him setting down her books.

“What book were you thinking of for this prospect?” she asks humming.

“I don’t know. The book list is pretty good. Maybe we should try ‘The Giver’ it sounds cool,” Theo says looking through the list of fiction books given to the children to make a project on.

“Yeah utopian but not is so cool! Let’s do it,” Susan agreed and went up to the teacher to tell her their book and grab two copies. Theo feels eyes glaring at him and Adora takes note trying her best to influence him not to care. “How should we divide this book up? We have a whole month for this project. Man, our teacher rocks, right?” Susan says sitting back down with a smile and handing a book to Theo.

“Well, obviously the first part is to read the book. It doesn’t seem too long so that’s nice. We can make a Google doc or something to share notes while we’re reading. And then afterwards we can decide what type of project we want to do,”

“Yeah! Hmm, 23 chapters. Well since we have a full month we can take our time. How about 2 chapters a day then we do the last 3 that’ll put us around two weeks to read the book and two weeks for the project,”

“That sounds like a good plan,” Theo smiles thumbing through the book. The two used the rest of the class period to begin reading ‘The Giver’ and Adora smiled watching them.

Throughout the rest of the day any free moment Theo had he continued to read. He was enthralled in the book without realising it finding a sort of comfort in Jonas the main character. Adora was happy that he found a haven through the verbal assault. 

It was strange in a sense. How Theo only now learned how safe books could be but it was the start of something big for him. Adora could tell. She kept watch of him over the years as he finished high school. She blocked out what she could, filtering the hate, but Theo learned of the worlds where he’s alike. He felt better and graduated ending Adora’s mission. She wouldn’t lie, after years of making sure he was okay and happy she was sad to be moving on but she was happy to have helped and to have made a difference.

Adora stretched her wings and arms out wide walking around and smiling wide. She had a successful mission, a successful long mission with a queer kid no less. She wanted to meet up with that Cupid she meant not long ago and tell him all about it. 

“Little angel, what are you doing here?” said a voice behind her.

Adora jumps turning around and smiles bright. “Xander! I was just looking for you! I finished an assignment for this sweet kid named Theo. He was getting bullied at school for being bi and after what you said I decided to do some reading and I think you’re right. We should be doing more to protect the queers. And I think it’s unfair that-” Adora begins excitedly to tell all about her mission and what she thought.

“Hold on there, you should be careful what you say. You can fall too, you won’t be much help down here. You don’t have a human form, do you?”  Xander says, calmly keeping his eyes stern but curious.

Adora pauses watching him and nods. “Sorry. You’re right, it’s just so strange. Why don’t they want to help everyone? But I want to help everyone, that’s what I’m going to do!” she says determined.

“You can only go to the jobs posted and approved through. If you go behind the uppers' backs enough they won’t think twice about having you fall. Especially if they think you’re in contact with me,”

“Yeah, but I’ll do my best with what I have. I’m sure I can do it. I mean, you still help people too though don’t you?”

“Yes, but what I can do to help is a lot more limited than anything you can do,” Xander explains. 

Adora nods thinking to herself. “Well, either way, I’m glad we were still able to talk. It was nice seeing you again Xander. I should head home and do some reading,” she hums before waving leaving the fallen boy to himself.

Once home Adora reads up on what the world is like now, how people live, are divided. She finds it entrancing and soaks all the information she can about how angels can use the common day technology to the advantage, and how it can be a disadvantage. Technology has made it easier for people to connect but it has also made it easier for people to harm others. As an angel Adora’s job is to help people stay safe but with ever-growing technology it’s more difficult than when her peers started.

[everythingbutresolved]

The Worst Haim Fic Ever

Fictional!Hamish Linklater x f!reader

Rating: Horny Teenager

Summary: Let's break the writing dry spell with something so bad it will self destruct when you have finished reading it shall we?

Warnings: Grammar? What is it? Abuse of Zeta Gen talk. Reader is a a hamfam mutual and Haim has several nicknames, gratuitous descriptions of the male body, unprotected sex, moron dirty talk.

Notes: Thank you so much for the love in the past year, I'm trying to love back and be more productive, I just wanted to share the silliest thing that popped in my mind...enjoy 😜

ur sitting at home in ur pjs all comfy with half edible left from the tray you baked for the weekend.

Ur dog and you are watching netflix eating only red m&m’s talking to the friendz in your phone when u hear a knock at ur door. u get up and spill all the candies on the floor but don’t worry cuz u already gulped down all the red and yellow choco, but carry your puppy with u because you didnt order anything from amazong in like 3 days so your four legged friend might have to scare an intruder. u open the door and it’s the hottest man ever

 Hummus Longlater

u almost drop on your butt bcz you were just talking to your mutuals in barks and meows how much u need to climb that human palmtree covered in chocolate fudge. U say “Drop gorgeous Daddy Legend wtf ya doin here?” But that piece of licorice bats his eye hair so quickly u fall back on the couch while ur doggo goes and pack his toys cuz he's going with him.

“Hey babygirl” Hamosh sais, leaning on ur doorframe, revealing he is wearing nothing but a white vest two sizes down a toddler and the tightest jeans ever sold by those gud bois at Levi’s. A “Look I know I’m your bias and that I always munch on it, and finally my Zaddy whiskers r too drenched in fandom juice to keep ignoring them. The fire has spread and reached my cheeks missus.”

ur like “omg !! Im not wearing any makeup!! Or pants!! Oh skinny legend u’re so father, periodt!!!”  but he just lafs at that because tahts what he likes about u. “ya girl i know thats why im heer. I’m mad lit on god no god no cap. Drip drip. I heard u enjoy eating junk food and getting your junk food ate out. Do u wanna rip my pants and eat me up gurl? Leave no crumbs baby.”

And saying that he loafs in to your house, tripping over doggo when he refuses to hover his naked feet. “i like your trash panda” “don’t scratch him under his ear or he’ll hump ur leg till tomorrow” U say before smushing your face into his. He smells like old spice and tastes like pumpkin donut and matcha latte. You untangle your tongues only to ask “Hammac glorious, your foot is always on my neck daddy, but I have to ask, r u real or is the weed they sold me pretty fire?”

Ur pup gives you  stern look and plops on his furry ass and ur sure he says “human im petotaly serious don0t parse this or ill foist on you three gens of my litters – mine and the raccoon that lives under the porch”

Himbo grabs ur sweaty ass and says “The way u scratch ur armpits called me like a charm and i just had to come get a taste of this sweet sweet potato couch.” He stretches his vest over his head, his eyes are the color of the hazelnut frosted chocolate brownie you had this morning. “well? U got me like La-La-La baby, wanna sit on my face or what ?”“duh,” u spit, moving puppy aside. “I love you down Mr. H” His chest is smooth with baby oil when you slide ur hands on it. He has huge hands that scoop under ur ass and throw you on the bed and rip of your pjs. Ur android goes flying out the pocket, probsbly never to be seen again. U have the time to chant “You’r our beloved, and u have us in a chokehold!” then is on top of you fast, pinnning you to the bed, slopply groping under ur shirt for ur boobs that bounce boobily. He chokes u with his socks that smells like socks but u kinda think thats hot. His jeans sway to the floor and skitter away, leaving him in his boxers he got for christmas in 2003. His heft is huge, huger than his hands. It snaps the elastic and elicopter it for a ful minute until u’re hypnotized. “dont worry babygurl this will help u get it all in” he grabs ur legs and throws them over his shoulder and massages ur pussy until u scream and snatch his fingers up your coochie like the dyson ur mom gave u for xmas.

“omg Mr. H that was nom-nom delish how r u so good at pumpussy??!” you gasp gasplessly

“since I’m in my assembly period my strengths multiplied, now I can make u cum with just a flex of my massive eyebrows watch this” and with that he hoola-hoops his hairy caterpillars and makes u *O* a few more times “ r u ready baby gril?”

“yes Zaddy!” 

He likes that. He ate that up a compliment and had u GAG, while ur cunt eats it all up. U can see urself cumming in the reflex of his caramel pudding eyes. He moans so loud the neighbors think ur killing someone and get more popcorns. U scream obscenities and fuck and cum and fuck and cum all over the apartment. Ur doggo has found ur phone and is taking a video to send ur besties later. The couch rols over from so much fuckng and cumming. Hammamet keeps gong flexing his infinite thighs becuz yours gave up. He doesn't unload until the very end when he climbs on the bedframe and showers u singing Sweet Home Carolina. U almost drown.

“wow mr Hamigo thank u” u say. Talking makes cum gush off ur hair

“ur welcom. Btw I gotta go now.” He swishes in his jeans like a well grased seal and moves to ur side of the bed. U start crying for the sudden loss of his massive cock. “Hamandbacon I thought you were different but ur like everyone else, mid.”

He looks into ur eyes and lovingly swipes some cum from your face.

“I don’t get it. I just gave u the best camping of ur life”

“And now ur fleeing”  

He lafs u off “I have 47 more friendly stops after this, don’t be greedy babgurl” U bat ur sticky palms with joy, meanwhile your familiar retrieves ur phone for U so you can give a head up to your mutuals – get ready with water and lube.

@littleredwritingcat this is for you bestie

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[bates--boy]

The condo was now officially on the market, thus leaving Peter's inbox flooded with offers from recent university graduates to young couples trying to start their own families, people who are trying to stay above the crushing housing shortage by snatching up this cheap place.

There was much to do, still: the final bedroom still needed painted and his office equipment set up, and he still awaited for his Petition for Relocation to finish processing so he can fully move into his new place and hand the condo's keys over to the buyer.

And here: packing up the remains of his old home. With a satisfying plastic rip of packaging tape, Peter tossed the roll onto the bed and heaved the box into the living room, taking it to the ever-growing pile in the corner. He wiped at his forehead as he returned to the bedroom. "Whoo, alright..." Peter said, crossing his arms and looking around the room which was now bare, even the bed that down to a plain white bed set and two pillows, which he'll have the movers take last on moving day. His observing gaze landed on the closet, its door cracked open. He had most of his clothing packed, but it wouldn't hurt to organize it once more, would it? He picked up a flattened box and assembled it, setting it by his feet and sliding the door open wider.

For a task that was supposed to be mindless, Peter found that his mind was stirring as he sorted through the junk. Every piece he picked from the closet he paused to mull over, opening the compass with its tarnished brass, turning over the extra ball bearing for his aerial silks setup that he was sure he was going to need someday, wiping the dust off the age palette kit with expired makeup, kept because it was a limited edition Nimya box by the Nikkie de Jager, herself. Peter had always wanted to alter it to make it more durable, coat it with resin, perhaps, and line the inside with velvet. But he had never gotten around to it, and looking at his schedule ahead of him, he likely never will, so... he set the palette box aside.

And that was how what was meant to be twenty minutes of work stretched beyond its deadline, Peter finding long-forgotten trinkets, getting lost in the memories and old intentions of why he had kept them for so long, weighing the value of it and trying to predict the potential of future use before deciding to set it in the packing box, or to the opposite pile for disposal.

How had he gotten so much stuff? How had he let everything sit in his closet for so long that dust had collected on most of them like the growth of a second skin? I should be wearing gloves, Peter had thought too late as he paused to wipe his hands clean on his sweatpants. The more he dug through his closet, the more it began to remind him of home. The fort, from the stubborn scent of salt in the scratchy blanket he never used, and the algal perfume in the leatherbound books he never read. More and more, Peter was brought back to that day, that particular day, when he was made to hurry through his room and pack what he absolutely wanted in the two suitcases Arthur loaned him after delivering the news that Peter was Berwald's problem from then on. Of course, the clothes would disappear when Peter outgrew them, but how had he managed to keep these after all these years? They had practically ceased to exist when Peter saw he had no need for them, his life under Berwald's care and love proving more than comfortable enough to no longer warrant holding on to these.

Still, as he scrubbed his sleeves and popped open his keepsakes, a sense of nostalgia bloomed within him, that little boy glee stretching his grin from ear to ear as he leafed through crumbly comic issues, unrolled a pair of military-issued wool socks, carefully moved the arms and legs of a faded kaiju action figure, and --

"Oh, my god!" Peter chuckled and pulled out an old friend. A vintage box of the HMS Beagle. This one was intensive as hell; the kit boasted over one thousand pieces, with top-quality decals to make the model look as close to the real ship as possible. Only the most dedicated and attentive could complete this...

... And Peter did. So long ago, in fact, and he distinctly remembered begging Arthur for another kit that he never received. So, why did Peter still have this aged box--?

And so quickly, as Peter set the box on his lap and eased the top off, did his life seem to drain from him.

See, I told you you'd like it...

Letters. Yellowed envelopes and curling postage stamps, faded pen ink and even coffee stains on one of them, the letters filled the box and left Peter's insides brittle and cold.

See, I told you you'd like it...

Warm, large brown eyes that raked over Peter's young body, beautiful lips that Peter only wanted the most innocent kiss from, finding and tainting skin that Peter never wanted them to go. Hands that --

I do you and then you do me, okay?

He didn't need to read the letters.

Peter blinked, clawing his nails into the carpet to drag himself back to the present. He worked through the murkiness of his mind to find out why he would even need to tell himself that, until he found the temptation it responded to: that he wanted to read them.

He didn't need to read the letters. He could put the box away, the unread letters still untouched, or even burned to unholy ashes, and live the rest of his life with the uncertainty. Because calling up memories through hypnosis carried a risk of manufacturing memories, didn't it? He could live with the tiny chance that it was all fake this entire time, and just not open the letters.

So, why did Peter sift through the pile, turning each over until he found the very first one he'd never opened, among the many he had never opened? Perhaps his hope that it was all unreal was greater than his self-preservation; perhaps by opening the letter, it can repair his childhood, changing Andy from the monster of Peter's miserable imagination back to the beautiful boy he once loved.

Peter found the letter he never opened, one of many that he tucked away into the box when mail call came.

That's a good boy.