#should I…should I put both shows in the tags…

[jasmines-library]

What about a fem!reader x jason todd and they're keeping their relationship a secret but bruce sees them making out in the batcave?

This sucks but I love u and ur writings

Xoxo

Anon 💉

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Jason's lips moved softly against yours as he kissed you. Jason was a gentle lover, contrary to what many people may believe. When it comes to you, Jason always took his time to make sure everything was perfect. He never rushed into things. Weather it was just placing a hand on the small of your back when you were out in public or the way he tucked your hair behind your ear when he moved in to kiss you; everything was always thought out with Jason.

The two of you had been dating for a little while now, and you had to say that he was your world. He put so much effort into it. The two of you would often stroll together hand in hand, walking through Gotham's parks as the leaves shifted from green to a golden orange, or you would spend the cold nights cuddled up on his bed as something played quietly in the background. You loved to listen to him talk. To find every detail of his features, and uncover them like an archeologist. The freckles lining his nose. The dimple on his left cheek when he smiles. The way his eyes lit up with this gorgeous glint when the topic wandered to something he was particularly interested in. How he would become animated when showing you his bikes. It was safe to say that you were utterly in love with Jason. And he was equally as in love with you.

However the two of you had decided to keep your relationship a secret. for now, atleast. With Jason not only being in the public eye, but also being a vigilante, he didn't want you to get dragged into something you didn't need to be part of. But also...his brothers were rather...prying...and he didn't want them knowing more than he was willing to tell them. So, to stop that from happening the two of you agreed not to tell anyone until you were both comfortable.

But, as the two of you were hiding out in the cave, that plan was cut short. Too captured by the feeling of each other, you and jason failed to hear the sound of the footsteps echoing through the cave, and didn't notice that there was someone watching until they gave an awkward clear of their throat.

Pulling away from each other quickly, Jason's eyes widened as he looked up to find Bruce standing a few feet away. He tried to compose himself quickly. "Bruce- i...we..."

Bruce raised an eyebrow. He was rather amused at his son's attempt to be nonchalant. "Care to explain?"

Jason fumbled some more over his words, unable to hide the red flush that appeared on his face. It was rather cute, if you had to describe it. Eventually, he let out a soft breath. "Father....y/n is my girlfriend."

Bruce let out a hum. "I see." he took a step closer. "and how long has this been going on?"

"A few months..." Jason responded, lacing your fingers with his. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Bruce....you have to understand that I love her very much and I- I don't care if you approve or not because-"

A small smile appeared on Bruce's lips as he watched his son ramble protectively over you. He could tell he was head over heels for you . "Jason." He said, grabbing the boy's attention. "Its okay. I'm not going to stop you from dating. I'm happy for you."

"...you are?" Jason's eyebrows pinched together.

"Course I am."

Jason thought for a moment. "Good. Because I am too. I'm sorry i didn't tell you....we just thought it would be easier for us."

"It's alright. I'm not mad. Although....i can't say the same for when your brothers find out."

"Oh god...you cannot tell them! Please don't tell them!"

the older man just grinned, moving towards the door. "I'll leave you two alone then." he said. his footsteps, that you should have heard earlier, echoed through the room before the stopped and he reappeared. "And no more kissing."

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[terribleinfluence-tour]

Let’s address the situation

Recently an anonymous reddit/twitter user has accused me of being a stalker of dan and phil because of the way this blog is run.

So, let’s talk about it.

Let’s start with the absolute facts: I have never posted anything to this blog that wasn’t public information.

1. I have never doxxed the location of the tour bus.

Things i have posted about the tour bus: a photo from a crew member where the bus company was visible, a story that Kelly posted that was location tagged to a road in the middle of nowhere showing that dan and phil weren’t in vegas on oct 19.

Reasons why I don’t believe this to be wrong: Any of you who have waited at stage door can see the company is written on the bus, it is not confidential information, knowing the bus companies name does not give you any personal information about dan and phil. As for the location tag, it was in the middle of nowhere, they were already in their next location when it was posted, I was not the first person to post this story, i only posted it cos It was already all over twitter. (however this is the only story i’ve posted that i will gladly take criticism for despite my justifications)

2. I have only posted stories from 2 crew members: Kelly and Sarah. These are public instagram accounts. I only post their stories that are related to the tour itself. I am not the only person and I was not the first person to post these stories anywhere. I have never posted anything from any crew who have private accounts because 1) i can’t see that content cos I obviously do not follow those accounts and 2) i don’t post private information, it’s private for a reason.

I did not seek out the crew accounts, i didn’t not look for them myself, i only knew what they were because multiple people had already been posting the stories from the accounts way before me on both twitter and tumblr. Both these people know phannies follow them on instagram, they’re not going to post anything with information they don’t want you to know.

Despite my justifications, from now on I will be cropping out the usernames of these crew members who do share stuff publicly and in captions i will only be referring to them as crew.

3. Audio Recordings.

First disclaimer: I have never encouraged video recording of the show! I think that it’s distracting to dan and phil and i really think you should be living in the moment when you see this show. There is a reason we have never posted videos of the show on this blog even in our spoiler tag. I believe audio recording to be more harmless because you can just put your phone out of the way and it’s distracting no one at all.

The concept of sharing audio recordings of the show were not my idea, this started on the european leg of the tour by people on twitter, If you look back at the recordings i have posted you’ll see that all the europe audios (apart from antwerp) do not link to our google drive. I did decide to carry this on during the American leg.

I have never forced anyone to do this, I have only approached 1 person directly to see if they could record. The rest were all volunteers who saw my posts asking if anyone would do it and they all came to me on their own accord.

I very much understand the criticism on audio recording shows, however I want to look at this from not only a preservation effort but also as a way to make this show accessible to people who might for whatever reason not be able to attend as well as it being a way for you to go and listen to the show you attend again if you wanted to.

This being said I am no longer going to ask for specific shows and instead say that if you just happen to audio record a show and would be willing to let me post it then you can message me (@danrifics ) and i will post it. (this goes for the australian leg and the UK leg too) I will also at the end of the tour make a post with what’s missing and we’ll see if anyone recorded or not.

Finally I want to thank everyone for their continued support of the blog and its archiving efforts and I hope you all stick with me while we change things a little bit and I look forward to continuing to share content with you all and I can’t wait to reveal a few blog pages we’ve been working on!

- Bethanie

[winterwandersland]

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Echoes of Mercy

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Black!Fem!Reader Call of Duty x The 100 x Resident Evil Word Count: 3.7k tw/cw: blood, shooting, self-harm, death After you and your unit were declared MIA two years before, Task Force 141 is assigned another mission, one that could help put a stop to the ongoing epidemic in the United States. The country was suffering and the death toll was rising. Ghost can't help but to think about you, Enyo “Merci” Abara. Merci, is what they called you. Given the name because of your wishful thinking and light that you gave to every soldier you worked with. As a soldier, you were supposed to kill, but you did everything you could to not have to follow that path. But when it came down to it, you made sure your targets didn't suffer, always being thanked for putting an end to their suffering. However, the mission that is supposed to save the world may now give evidence to your unit's last location and that the world may be at greater stakes than first assumed.  You are referred to as "Merci" a majority of the time, with minor/rare use of first or last names.

Chapter 1

The day you disappeared was the day Simon Riley broke. That day, both of your units were coming back from a joint operation, tasked with capturing a terrorist, one that used to be your colonel. Your mentor. Your best friend.

Ghost was lucky he wasn’t stripped of his title of Lieutenant after he practically lost his mind when they found out that your plane was nowhere to be found.

Today was the two-year anniversary of you and your team’s disappearance. General Shepherd called a meeting with the 141, the last unit to see you and your team alive. You were supposed to meet at the hospital to rescue your prisoner before detaining her, but you all never showed up.

There was no plane. No bodies. Nothing.

The plane’s tracker was defective. It said you were there. At the landing point on top of the hospital building. But there was nobody there. No one could make sense of it. Not Soap. Not Gaz or Laswell. Not Price. And especially not Ghost.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the team, Simon and you had a deal. You both kept personal trackers on each other to always know where the other was at in case anything ever happened. He knew you’d never take it off. Not without letting him know.

His was kept on the back of his dog tags. You insisted that you should do the same, but he felt that yours should be tailored to you. He knew how much you cared for your hair and tried to keep it healthy even through the dry conditions you all were constantly in. So, he got one that you could use to clip in your hair.

It was easily hidden in your curls, wrapped around your military regulated bun. It just looked like an ordinary clip in your hair and did no damage to the curls that you and Simon cherished.

He should have been able to track you. If the plane's tracker couldn't be located, he should have been able to locate you. He should have been able to find you. If he found you, he’d find your team, but you were the most important to him, at least. If anyone was found, it had to be you. He just hoped that wherever you were, you were granted mercy.

“As you all know, today has officially marked two years since the disappearance of Squadron Eight. I know that this may be a hard day for you all, and I hope that you all have found some peace over these last two years. But as you know, when there has been no trace or any leads of any persons, they must be declared KIA. I hate-,” Shepherd started before being interrupted by a pissed off Lieutenant.

“This is bullshit!” Ghost yelled as he banged his hand on the desk, causing it to shake and startling the rest of the team. “They aren’t dead!”

Laswell was accompanying Shepherd for times like this. Times when she knew Shepherd wouldn’t be able to calm the Lieutenant or any other 141 members who may lose their temper at the news. She motioned her hand at Ghost, letting him know to calm down. You were important to him. While you two never confirmed the relationship, the subtle change to the same home address told Price and Laswell all they needed to know.

“I know that this isn’t the news you all wanted to hear,” Laswell began, witnessing the huff and puff of the Lieutenant. Everyone else did their best to keep their composure, but they were hurting, too, their breaths becoming more drawn out.

Squadron Eight was the only team the 141 would always agree to work with. From the first day the two units worked together, there was instant chemistry. They were just as capable and were the only other unit that could actually keep up with the famous unit.

Most of your squadron were former CIA and FBI members. Others were highly skilled Marine Special Operators and Green Berets. You were one of two Navy Seals. You and the other woman were the only women in the history of the United States ever to become Seals. She was the first and you the second a decade later, but also becoming the first black woman to join..

She trained you and your team. Then there was an accident. She left, joining the United Liberation Army, and that’s when she became a terrorist. Not only the country’s enemy, but yours, too.

But that didn’t matter now because the two people who were bound to be in the history books were now gone to never see themselves in the headlines. Now, the headlines haunted the 141. Even after two years, your name still roamed around, but it lessened more every day.

“But we have done all we can to get a lead on where the plane landed or any whereabouts of the members and their prisoner. There is no trace of anything, not even a boot. We have had surrounding areas searched, but they have come up with nothing. There is no evidence of them being held captive. We have extended this day for as long as we could. I’m sorry, but you all know this is protocol,” Laswell continued as she sent a glare at Ghost.

“So what? We just stop looking for them?” Gaz asked.

“We have exhausted all options. There’s nothing else we can do. I’m sorry,” Laswell said. She could see the hurt in the team’s eyes. Squadron Eight was no more. Now, all they could do was mourn and learn to move on with their lives. “With that being said, we have a mission for you all,” General Shepherd began.

“As you all know, there’s been a viral outbreak that’s been affecting the States. Right now, we consider the situation to be under control. There’s a facility on an island that is housing CDC members who are looking for a cure for the virus. So far, they believe that what they have now could help treat the symptoms. They need you all to deliver it back to the states to be distributed,” Shepherd announced.

“Why does the CDC need a Special Forces team to receive an anti-virus?” Price asked.

“Because you all are the only ones they trust to not use the anti-virus on yourselves before distributing it to the public. It is also a classified mission. No one else knows about this facility. They abandoned the island many years ago and restricted access to only cleared personnel. It’s a simple mission. Nothing too much to handle, as I know this is a hard day for you all. You should be back on base in no time. Wheels up at 1600 hours.”

Ghost stared out the window, watching them pass over the same seas and land that they had when you disappeared. There was still nothing there and if there was, it’d be long gone by now, at the bottom of the ocean or disintegrated into the sand or dirt.

He felt helpless, but he never lost hope that you were still out there, somewhere, dead or alive. One day, even if it was twenty years from now, they would find something that would give him some sort of closure.

The only regret he had from that day was that he didn’t push hard enough to let you all fly in the same plane. There was more than enough room, but Shepherd insisted that it would be best to have two planes in case anything happened to another plane, they’d still have a way out.

He still kept his tracker on him, never taking it off for any mission. Perhaps in the future, he would receive a notification indicating that you were nearby. Maybe you’d see that he was near and you both would find each other again. Maybe your tracker would ping and it’d lead him to your remains to hold and finally say his last goodbyes.

The Captain had some sympathy for Simon. It didn’t take much to see what you and the Lieutenant had no matter how much you two tried to hide it, but with the way the Lieutenant’s eyes softened when he saw you and his rush to urgency whenever you were in trouble, there was no denying what you two had.

Have.

You’re still alive. Right? You have to be because if you aren’t, that means that would be the end of Simon. Simon Riley may have perished when you disappeared, but there was just a sliver of him that held on. A fraction of him that hoped that you were holding onto that piece of him and waiting to restore it once you two were united because that’s what you normally did.

You restored him. Made him feel whole when he believed he was broken because, for some reason, the hardass attitude and mask didn’t scare you like it should have.

It could have been because you were a SEAL. You had to have seen your course of horror over your years, so a skull mask on a gargantuan of a man didn’t phase you.

You two met when you were a recruit, still in training to be a part of the Navy Seals. He had only trained you for a few weeks. You captured his attention from the second he saw you be the only one not complaining from the hours of running you all were doing. While every man at the training camp complained and groaned, begging for the rigorous training to stop, you kept going, only stopping to drink water.

You were the only one that kept going. That was the day he put in a good word for you. Those few weeks of training became hell for you for more reasons than the intense combatant training. You and the Lieutenant became close for circumstances you both wished were different.

When he had to leave, you both kept in contact with each other and soon enough, you were back together again, this time working side by side after you passed your qualifications tests. The light in your eyes was something he’d never forget seeing, and he looked forward to how often he’d be seeing you.

The helicopter ride was silent, only the sound of the propellers and the turbulence of the aircraft filling the depressive quietness. Fourteen hours was a long time. Long enough to recall every bit and piece of what happened the day you vanished.

TWO YEARS EARLIER

It was a day that no one ever saw coming. Squadron Eight was down a colonel, leaving you in charge. The men on your squad didn’t like it, but it was in your colonel’s wishes.

You knew the only place where your colonel, Charmaine Diyoza, would be hiding; with her father. It pained you to have to be the one to capture the woman that trained you and became one of your favorite people in the world. But she had committed unforgivable acts against the government and its citizens. Ones that made her the number one wanted terrorist in the world.

It made you wonder if maybe you would become like her. She trained you, so why wouldn’t you follow the same path? As much as the thoughts hurt to think about, you had a job to do and that was to capture Charmaine Diyoza.

Simon tried to talk you out of it. Said that you could stay back, but you refused. You told him that she had to see you. She had to see the look of betrayal on your face. You wanted to tell her how stupid she was. But you also wanted to tell her how much you still loved her.

“Both units will ride in separate planes, considering you both will be going separate ways once this mission is over,” General Shepherd informed the teams.

“That makes no sense. We can all ride in the same plane and we separate once we touch down on base again,” Ghost said.

“We need to make sure we have a second plane in case Diyoza tries to sabotage one of them. We all know how intelligent she is and she will do anything to escape her fate,” Shepherd responded.

So that was it. Both teams rode in separate planes and, as informed, the mission was capture or kill.

You had had dinners with Diyoza and her father. You all were practically family. He treated you like another daughter. Diyoza was the only other person who knew everything about you. Your home life. The events that took place when she went on leave during training, leaving Ghost to be your Commanding Officer. She was an additional sister. One that you could relate to and be yourself around.

And now, you were hunting her. Searching for her to take her prisoner. All that went through your mind is if you could go through with the plan. Would you be able to take Diyoza prisoner like you were supposed to, or would you let her go?

When you all touched down, it felt surreal. Maybe you could make a plea deal for her or you could talk her down from running again. The more she ran, the worse the situation got. You just wanted it to all stop.

You checked in on Price a few times to make sure he was doing alright. He and Diyoza may not have been together, but they were obviously each other’s person. Both in superior roles and always looking to each other for advice. There was no doubt that there was something else going on with them.

He insisted he was fine, but you had a feeling that wasn’t true. He was hurting just like you.

“You all know the drill. This is capture or kill,” Ghost announced.

Your teams surrounded the house. You caught a glimpse of Diyoza and called out to her. You hoped she would be the one that came out the front door, but instead, it was her father, standing with a shotgun pointed your fellow teammates.

“Don’t shoot!” you yelled out, talking to both your team and Diyoza’s father. “Mr. Diyoza! Put the shotgun down!” you shouted.

Your body was tense, like it had become frozen as your thought about the multiple outcomes of the situation. Everyone had their hand on a trigger and someone was bound to pull it, but you prayed that it wouldn’t come to such events.

“This is what it has come to? You on their side. Really?” her father shouted, obviously speaking to you.

“Charmaine Diyoza must be placed under arrest for the crimes of-,” you began, but there was a shot fired and the teams started shooting towards the front door, sending bullets through the house and shattering the front windows.

“Noooo!” you called out, rushing to the body of Mr. Diyoza. You knelt down and put as much pressure as you could on his wounds, but it was too late. When you put your head up, everyone had their guns aimed at the front door.

You turned your head and saw Diyoza standing at the entryway, tears in her eyes and a knife in her hand.

“Charmaine, listen to me. You just have to come with us, please. It didn’t have to be like this. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen,” you pleaded with her.

“Put your guns down! Now!” you yelled at both teams.

They each looked at each other as you gave them pleading eyes. “Please,” your voice cracking and a salty, wet teardrop falling to your lips.

Everyone put their guns down and you stood up, covered in blood, as you slowly approached Diyoza.

“Let’s go, Char,” you said as you inched closer to her.

“You know where they’ll send me,” she told you.

“I know. But we can make a plea deal. Okay? You can plead insanity. It's going to be alright,” you told her.

“You don’t have power over that and you know that. We both know what I need to do,” Diyoza said as she took the knife up to her throat.

“Charmaine, no!” you yelled as you rushed towards her, but again, you were too late. Her body dropped to the ground and blood sprayed all over you. You rushed to her aid, putting as much pressure on Diyoza’s neck as you could, mixing the blood that was already on your hands with hers.

Price came rushing to your side, grabbing anything he could find in the house to keep pressure on the wound. He picked up Diyoza and your team ran to your plane, doing your best to keep her alive.

He placed her on the plane and tried to stay, but you screamed at him.

“Go away!” you yelled, pushing him out of the plane.

“Merci,” he said, his voice softening.

“No! No one needed to die! This didn’t have to happen! Go away!” you continued to yell.

So he left.

Your teams separated, but Price instructed Nikolai to meet you all at the hospital.

But you all never made it.

PRESENT DAY

No one on the team really believed you all were dead and if you were, they hoped it was a quick and painless death. How does a plane vanish into thin air? No one will ever know. But in case they did find you all trapped somewhere, they carried extra food, water, and other supplies on them.

It became handy on missions that lasted longer than they should have, despite the supplies being meant for your team. The extra weight in their rucksacks gave them hope and the day they had to let go of the extra weight would be a devastating day for them.

Simon put all of your favorites in his bag and labeled them to say ‘for Merci’ because without permission, you wouldn’t eat it. You usually never did anything without permission. The first time he let you in his room, you stood until he granted you a spot on the bed. Since then, he’s tried to break you of the obscure compulsions, but they still seemed to linger.

The island started to come into view, its greenery and assumed wildlife. It was beautiful. They understood why only cleared personnel could enter the island, because anyone else would tamper with its beauty. The landing of the helicopter even seemed forbidden, like they were committing a crime to force their aircraft into such a verdant and seemingly serene environment.

From a distance, you could see the CDC building perched on top of a hill some miles away.

“Why couldn’t we land on top of the building?” asked Soap.

“Not a designated landing center,” Price answered.

“Well, neither is this,” Gaz remarked, referring to the random land in the woods that Nikolai landed.

The leaves were still falling from the blow of the propellers, and they circled around the team, creating an eerie presence. The team used their GPS to lead them to the coordinates of the building. Nikolai insisted he would stay in the helicopter until the team came back, keeping track of everyone’s locations.

Winter time was beginning to hit. Simon noticed the breeze that got stronger as they traveled and the cutting of leaves as it brushed across his teammates’ faces, creating minor scratches across their skin. The leaves crunched beneath their feet with each step, making it impossible to keep quiet throughout their travels.

“At least another mile until we reach the facility,” Price announces, keeping his teams’ heads up and giving them hope, even though he knew they’d never give up. Everyone skulked about the woods, tracking anything that moved, though the number of animals lessened as they went into hibernation. The only movement was themselves, the branches that occasionally fell from the trees, and the birds that flocked in the air.

“Is it just me, or does it seem like the birds are watching us?” Gaz asked. It wasn’t the craziest statement he could make. The birds stood on the branches surrounding them, a few straying from the lurking flock.

“They’re crows,” Ghost began, “They do that.”

“Those flying away are mocking jays,” Price said.

“How d'ya know that?” Soap inquired.

Price whistled a tune, a melody from one of his favorite songs. They all stopped in their tracks as they heard the mocking jays repeat the short whistled song. They were enjoying the moment until the flocking of the crows interrupted it, circling the trees and creating a dark shadow above them, and making the men hold their guns up in retreat. But the murder never attacked. Instead, they all flew in the same direction, towards the facility, as if they were being controlled.

“The hell was that?” Ghost blurted out.

“Thought you were the crow connoisseur,” Soap replied.

No one laughed.

The crows’ behavior was absurd, but they brushed it off and headed to the facility that only seemed further the more time they took.

The men’s pace was fast because of their wide gaits. They were in a rush to get home, so they focused solely on getting to the facility. As they edged closer to what was supposed to be a working building, a gust of a putrid stench emerged.

“Fuckin’ hell. Something must’ve died out here,” Ghost commented.

“More like someone,” Gaz said, kicking a pile of decayed flesh and exposed human ribs. They tried to keep their minds off the smell, but it seemed to get stronger the closer they got to the building.

“What do you think could have done that?” Soap wondered.

The smell of rotting flesh that filled their nostrils deeply disturbed them as they approached the building, giving them the sensation that death surrounded them. Before they went into the building, the murder of crows they had seen earlier, massed together over piles of dead bodies and rotting corpses.

Soap questioned, "I thought this mission was supposed to involve retrieving an anti-virus from a CDC facility."

“It is,” Ghost responded.

Soap’s voice became more gruff as he quizzed, “So then, why are we standing in front of an abandoned building on top of a mass grave?”

And there we have it folks. I have finally begun a new story and need to finish the chapter for my other story.

[wheneverfeasible]

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wc: 2.3k || rating: E || cw/tags: a/b/o dynamics, d/s dynamic, degradation, pain play (spanking, pinching), gagging, double penetration, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, knotting, referenced domestic/child abuse, MDNI || ao3

I’m gonna be honest. I have mixed feelings about Billy Hargrove, but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone. So I present to you, shameless A/B/O Metal Sandwich smut.

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Everyone had always expected him to be an alpha. Hell, he’d been raised like one even before his presentation, his father refusing to accept anything else from his only son.

Nature had a way of ruining one’s expectations.

Staring up into the brown eyes of the leering alpha before him, the man’s cock thick and heavy and already dripping with precome begging to be licked and sucked clean, he couldn’t help but be so utterly thankful that nature gave him a tight little pussy instead.

Especially when strong hands fisted his hair from behind, jerking his head back so his neck arched to take in the second alpha at his back. A moan left him at the action, his pussy throbbing with fresh slick. He didn’t touch himself, however, no matter how much he longed to, how much it was almost painful to refrain.

“Such a good little slut, waiting so patiently to be filled,” the dark voice intoned above him. His hands tightened where they were resting on his thighs, kneeling on the ground as he waited for his alphas’ orders.

He knew he was lucky, having both of them. They took care of him, made him feel safe in a way he never felt with his family, and used him in just the way he always craved. In moments like this, he could let all the rest of it go and just be.

A whimper escaped when the heavy cock of one of his alphas tapped at his lips already plumped by teeth, dropping his jaw obediently and rolling out his tongue so his alpha’s cock could drag teasingly over the muscle. Saliva pooled, mixed with the salty precome, and dribbled down his chin.

“Always so fucking eager,” the alpha before him scoffed, mean and perfect, while the other pulled his hair harder. His slick had already made its way over his thighs, his body aching at being empty for so long. He knew better than to rush his alphas, however.

Sometimes, when he wanted to be punished, he would be a brat. But today he just wanted to be used however they wanted him. Wanted nothing more than to be their little slut and cum dumpster, or whatever else they wanted from him.

As the thick cock continued dragging on his tongue, pressing up against his palate over and over again, his other alpha reached around him to slide a hand over his chest, fingers reaching for his nipple and squeezing hard, tugging at the new bar that pierced through it, causing another sharp moan to leave him as his cocklet jerked and spurted out its own pre-release, pussy gushing out his pleasure.

His alpha’s cock left his tongue to slap him in the face, smearing the preejaculate there on his cheek with a small growl.

“You’re as noisy as a bitch in heat. You wanna be used like one too, slut?”

“Yes, alpha, please,” he whimpered. “Please use me. Please show me what a filthy slut I am.” His alphas grinned at each other, and he knew he answered the way he was supposed to. “Please fuck me.”

“Oh, we intend to, precious,” his alpha behind him whispered. He twisted the piercing between his fingers some more, smirking at the cry of pain-pleasure that caused. “What do you think, Stevie? Should we put this whore in his place and see just how much his little omega pussy can take?”

Steve grinned across at Eddie, his hand reaching out to roughly grip Billy’s jaw between his fingers harder enough to bruise. “Let’s make certain he doesn’t wake the neighbors, shall we?” With that dangerous gleam in his eyes that Billy loved so much, Steve forced his jaw open and shoved the soaked, filthy silk panties he’d made Billy wear earlier into his mouth.

Only when he released Billy did Eddie shove him to the ground, forcing his hips up in presentation. A sharp smack to his ass had Billy yelping against the panty gag in his mouth, as well as causing another rush of slick to coat his pussy in anticipation.

Steve moved around to watch as Eddie shoved three fingers deep inside Billy without any other preparation, grinning when Billy let out a muffled yell as his fingers scrambled against the rough rug below him. Like the whore he was, Billy pressed back against those fingers eagerly, wishing for more.

Eddie was, of course, a generous alpha. He roughly worked his fingers inside Billy, the wet sound of it filling the room amidst Billy’s moans. It wasn’t enough, however, couldn’t fill him as he needed, couldn’t go as deep. He moved to spread his knees wider, pushing back for all he could get.

“God. You really are a cock slut, aren’t you?” Steve scoffed, watching the display with a disinterested expression, but his eyes took in the sight of Eddie’s shiny fingers disappearing in his pussy with hunger. His large cock bobbed in the air in anticipation that Billy felt in his bones.

“Maybe we should just leave him like this in punishment. Leave his gaping pussy empty,” Eddie sneered, pulling his fingers out with a loud squelch. Before Billy could whine in complaint, however, his large hand was coming down and slapping his pussy hard, causing Billy to jerk forward with a high whine.

“Or maybe we should call Tommy, fuck him instead and make this slut watch.” Steve knelt down on the carpet, grabbing Billy by his curls and forcing his head back, tsking at the sight of the tears Billy couldn’t keep back any longer. “Pathetic.”

Steve rolled his eyes as though greatly put upon, letting out a heavy sigh. “Though we already have this one here. It’d be a pity to have to start over.”

“You’re too right,” Eddie agreed with a small groan as though equally annoyed. Another sharp sting of hand hitting Billy’s pussy caused him to cry out against his gag, rocking forward before pushing back for anything to fill how empty he was. “Might as well use this used up pussy for now.”

Yes, yes, yes, that was all Billy wanted at this moment. To be used and put in his place and shown just what a fucking slut he was for his alphas. He wanted to be good for them. His mind was already starting to go hazy with just the thought of them both inside him.

Eddie settled back on the pile of blankets they’ve shoved away to get Billy on the hard ground, watching Billy shiver with a small smirk as he slid his hand over his own thick cock before glancing up at Steve. “Make him work for it, honey.”

Steve released Billy’s hair to grin down at Eddie, and though Billy couldn’t see it properly, he could hear the way Steve swooped over to the other alpha to draw him into a filthy kiss, could hear the hiss of Eddie as Steve’s hand replaced his on his alpha cock, making Billy whine.

“Our whore is jealous, I think,” Steve breathed against Eddie’s lips. “Have we been too mean to him?”

A dark chuckle left Eddie that went straight to Billy’s core. “Maybe we ought to make up for it. Fill that tight little pussy. Then maybe fill his tight little ass too.”

Billy shuddered at that, his cocklet twitching madly at just that thought. He loved his pussy being filled, but he also loved his ass being filled too. He always felt so deliciously dirty and used up after that.

“Maybe if he’s a good boy,” Steve agreed, and then hands were in his hair again, pulling and dragging him around to face Eddie splayed against the remains of their temporary nest. “Can you be a good boy, pet?”

Billy nodded rapidly, uncaring of the way his hair tugged painfully in Steve’s grip.

“Prove it, slut. Take his fucking cock, all of it.”

Billy scrambled forward the second his hair was released, climbing into Eddie’s lap and not even hesitating for a second as he lined his alpha’s cock up before impaling himself in one swift glide all the way down. He threw his head back with a sharp keen as he felt his alpha spearing him open, sheathing his alpha fully with that one swift movement.

Eddie let out a groan of his own, his hands moving to Billy’s hips with bruising pressure. “You take my cock so well,” he groaned, sliding his feet to rest flat on the floor, bending his knees up to give him the needed lift to thrust up into Billy. “Show me how well you can ride me.”

Billy wasted no time with that, placing his hands flat on his alpha’s chest to behind rocking forward, thighs quivering as he rode his alpha fast and hard. Still, it wasn’t enough, however. Not when he could feel his other alpha watching from behind.

He whined and whimpered, needing more. Needing to be bred properly like the bitch he was, needed both his alphas inside him. Please, please, please please pleasepleaseplease—

The pop of a cap answered his prayers.

Billy cried out against the sodden gag in his mouth as he felt a strong hand push him forward against Eddie’s chest, and then two fingers cold with live were pressed up against his asshole. They only teased his hole for a moment before shoving their way inside, causing Billy to choke on the panties in his mouth as an orgasm ripped through him.

“Fucking slut,” Eddie chuckled darkly against his ear. “Couldn’t even get another cock in you before you blew.” He glanced over Billy’s shaking shoulder at Steve. “I think he needs to be punished.”

Steve smirked down at Eddie, sliding his hand from Billy’s back to curl against the back of Eddie’s neck to draw him forward, ignoring Billy between them as he brought Eddie in for a kiss.

“Let’s make him feel us tomorrow,” Steve agreed on a breath as they parted. “If he wants to act like a slut, I’ll treat him like one.”

That was all the warning Billy received before Steve’s fingers were removed from his ass, at the same time Eddie pulled the soaked panties from his mouth. Eddie’s fingers immediately replaced them, pressing down on his tongue until he gagged. Then, slick with lube, Steve’s cock pushed him.

Billy screamed against Eddie’s fingers, feeling split in two in a wholly new way as Eddie’s cock continued rocking up into his pussy and Steve pushed deep into his asshole. His eyes rolled back as he all but collapsed fully against Eddie as his two alphas fucked into him, his own cocklet hard once more.

Delicious pain and never ending pleasure were all he could acknowledge as he was filled and used and stretched around his alphas, drool pooling out around Eddie’s fingers that had started fucking his mouth with them too. Spoken about like he wasn’t even there, just an insignificant toy used by his alphas for their own pleasure.

It was hard and it was brutal and it was perfect.

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie groaned beneath him.

“Fill him, baby,” Steve moaned behind him, his pace quickening as thrust into him with more and more abandon. “Fill his dirty little pussy up for me. Come with me, baby.”

Eddie growled, shoving Billy down hard on his cock until his growing knot popped inside, and then he was coating Billy’s insides with his seed in a flood of warmth. Almost immediately after, Steve thrust in hard against him, his own knot popping inside his asshole, and as both his alphas filled him with their love, Billy’s vision whited out before going dark.

An unidentified time later, Billy slowly came too with a groan of pain, feeling his pussy, ass, and jaw throb with exquisite aches. Almost immediately he felt gentle hands stroking over his back, his sides, pushing his hair out of his face so soft lips could brush over his brow, cheeks, nose, and jaw.

“You were so good for us, sweetheart,” Steve’s voice rumbled quietly from below him. “So perfect for us, our perfect omega.”

Eddie pressed against Billy’s back, soothing him with his own murmured praise as Billy slowly came back to himself.

“Is that what you wanted, darling? Do you feel better now?” Eddie wanted to know, nosing behind his ear as Steve cupped Billy’s cheek with a worried gaze.

“Were we too rough with you?”

A sleepy, content smile curled at Billy’s lips, and he snuggled in deeper against his alpha’s chest as he grabbed his other alpha’s hand to wrap around him more firmly. He could tell his alphas had cleaned him up, had relocated him into Steve’s bed the three of them were now curled up in. He never felt so loved.

“That was perfect, alphas,” he slurred a little, still a little too blissed out from everything.

He had come over to Steve’s after another argument with his father, thankful Eddie was already there, and told his alphas exactly what he needed to feel better. As always, they were more than happy to provide Billy with what he needed.

There were times that he craved something gentler, sweeter, but sometimes he just needed to be used and forget about everything else. His alphas always provided him that. Always provided him with everything.

There were also tentative talks of moving in together, after graduation. Of starting a real family, the three of them. And maybe, a little further down the road, maybe a few pups too.

Billy let out a content, happy sigh as he cuddled between his alphas. He’d feel the night’s activities for several days, he could tell, would be reminded of his alphas’ love for him with every twinged muscle and throb of a bruise, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

~~~

This might not be strictly Steddie but it’s part of it so…

Hostage Hotties:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @honeii-puff @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-wierdlife

@everywherenothere @bumblebeecuttlefishes

This will probably be the only Harringroveson I ever write, so if it’s not your jam, feel free to ignore this 😅

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

I see “what was Aragorn’s tax policy?” as a philosophical exploration of the granular aspects as related to ruling, especially in terms of doing it well. It’s the very act of posing the question in the first place that matters, not the act of answering it and providing a clear cut solution.

And within the books too, GRRM challenges the ideals of a perfect king. For example, Gilly kneeling before Jon and beseeching him to help her in ACoK, based on the ideal that it is a king’s duty to give protection and justice to the innocent. GRRM has said many times that he is writing a low fantasy series with a dose of realism. Jon Snow is perhaps the most quintessential knight-in-shining-armor in his story—he’s undeniably a good person. And he wants to help Gilly in that moment. Given the trope he occupies in this story, that of the valiant knight, this moment is a chance for him to perform the chivalric ideal of the perfect knight, to be the king of justice Gilly needs. But he cannot do that given the little power he has as a mere steward. In that moment, Jon fails. That’s the point. It’s a bitter taste of reality, and a much needed one since Jon gets his call to action because he wants to be the typical fantasy hero. The lesson here is that may try to be a hero, but he can’t always be one. So he leaves that scene angry with himself, and angry with Sam for putting him in that situation! Is Jon’s failure any less interesting from a literary perspective? I’d say no, especially with him being a deconstruction of the fantasy hero.

Your mention of Jon’s failure in the tags that seems to be a sore spot for you, but I think that’s really the point. Failure for the sake of growth. Especially based on the full quote and historical example GRRM gives (and his previous non-ASOIAF work):

But one thing that I'm trying to get at in the books--a political aspect if you would--is to show that this stuff is hard. I mean, I think an awful lot of fantasy and even some great fantasy falls into the mistake of assuming that the good man will be a good king. That is, all that is necessary is to be like a decent human being and then when you're king, of course, everything will go swimmingly. And even Tolkien, who is the, I think, my respect for Tolkien is second to none and all modern fantasy flows from Tolkien, but there's an unspoken assumption in his books there that Return of the King. Aragorn is the king now. Everything will be hunky dory. The land will prosper and it'll be wonderful and the crops will be good and there will be justice for all and the enemies will be defeated. And you never actually get into the nitty gritty of Aragorn ruling. And what is his tax policy? [laughter] And how does he feel about crop rotation? [laughter] How does he handle land disputes between two nobles, both of whom think that they should have this particular village? So, they take turns burning it down in order to establish this claim that--. These are the hard parts of ruling and be it in the Middle Ages or now, and of course, it's not enough to be a good man to be an effective ruler. And it never has been. If it has been, Jimmy Carter would be the greatest President of the 20th Century. I mean, he's clearly, I think, the best human being to be President in my lifetime. But he not a particularly effective president. For all his decency and his humanity and his compassion and his undoubted intelligence. I mean, the man was a nuclear engineer in the Navy. But nonetheless, he failed at it. And there are some examples of medieval kings in history who were terrible human beings, but they were nonetheless very good kings for their country. So, it's complicated and it's hard. And I want to show not just with the women, but you see in my books repeated examples of both kings and the hand of the king, the Prime Minister if you would, trying to rule. And whether it be Ned Stark or Tyrion Lannister or Tywin Lannister or Daenerys Targaryen, in the latest book, Cersei Lannister in the book before that. And trying to deal with some of the real challenges that affect anyone trying to rule the Seven Kingdoms or even the city like Meereen. And it's hard. We can all read these books or look at history as, "Oh, so and so was stupid. They made a lot of mistakes. Look at all these stupid mistakes they make." But these kinds of mistakes are always much more apparent in hindsight than when you're actually faced with the decision of "My God, what would I do in this situation? How do I resolve the thing? Do I do the moral thing? But what about the political consequences of the moral thing? Do I do the pragmatic, cynical thing and just screw the people who are screwed by it?" I mean, it's hard. And I wanna get to all of that and be it a male ruler or a woman’s ruler.

Jon wants to effectively arm the watch and save the wildlings. But he does not have the resources, so what should he do? He should be able to rely on the crown, but the crown has betrayed it duty to the be ‘protector of the realm’. But Stannis is there—a king who actually cared! Can Jon realistically be neutral then? Can he realistically tell Stannis, “fuck you the Night’s Watch takes no part”? Especially when Stannis wants to liberate Jon’s father’s castle which has fallen into enemy hands. And Jon is loyal to his family, almost to a fault. And Jon’s sister has now been married off to a monster. So what should he do. The Night’s Watch takes no part….but can Jon truly abandon her? Would it really be a moral choice? These questions are right in line with GRRM quote above.

You say Jon is as far from Aragorn as he can get, and I think we’re touching on very different aspects of these two characters here. They share narrative parallels, starting with the character archetypes both characters are operating under; and add Dany too. And the point is that Jon doesn’t have the decades Aragorn has. He’s just a kid—literally. ADWD is a moment of learning for him, he’s not meant to get it on his first try. So come TWoW and ADoS when he gains more leadership positions, he can apply these lessons and evolve. The same with Dany. She fails too. That’s why her last chapter in Dance is so cathartic. She learns her lesson—to truly move forward, “fire and blood” is a necessity.

I think a lot of people are dissatisfied with Jon and Dany failing and not providing clear cut answers to “what was Aragorn’s tax policy?” But I don’t think GRRM ever set out to give any solutions in the first place.

This is actually so funny because….isn’t this literally the point of Jon’s political arc as a ruler in ADWD? 😭 What policies can he enact to ensure that the Watch and the wildlings are fed through the winter? The question even comes up during Alys Karstark’s wedding, because Jon knows that the Watch is down to its last sticks of butter. This is the same arc GRRM uses, along with Dany’s in Meereen, as a reference of how he would like to explore this very question. Btw Jon Snow is arguably Aragorn’s closest parallel in ASOIAF so 😭

[rosiefairlands]

vivienne medrano drew a kid having sex with a snake, why are you supporting her work?

Hey anon! I did some research on that and apparently she later apologized for that. Said it was an old drawing of hers that she realized was bad.

Look, I’m not defending her or anything because I know she’s definitely done some questionable stuff, but in my honest opinion? I don’t really care.

And if she was really that bad, separation of art and artist is a thing! I genuinely like the characters from both HH and HB, and while the stories are subpar at best, it’s something I can watch with no brain cells because it’s fun lol.

Yeah that’s all I wanted to say. You are free to dislike her and all, but it’s going to be hard to change my opinion on the series when I tbh don’t care much about their creators lol.

[sforzesco]

CAESAR AUGUSTUS AND MARCUS LICINIUS CRASSUS

this is about the spolia opima that crassus was robbed of lmao. like, yeah okay octavian could've asked him not to claim it, but nevertheless. a kind of theft happened there.

Fact and Fiction: Crassus, Augustus, and the Spolia Opima, Catherine McPherson

[dootznbootz]

Do y'all ever think about how it's possible that Zeus' first verse in Thunder Bringer is about Penelope and his second is about Odysseus?

She's a "Damsel in Distress" (She's cool af, she just needs some help and misses her idiot), the suitors are prideful and hope to do what Zeus is singing about to her. Pressuring her to choose. Her "true nature" is revealed when her trickery with the shroud is found out .

The 2nd Verse about how Zeus is also the God of Justice and punishing them for the crew's crime of slaying the cattle. Odysseus saves himself to see Penelope again, meaning his crew/people will die. They died for touching Helios' cattle. Odysseus also saves himself AND Helps Penelope by killing all the suitors for their crime of flirting with/bothering Penelope and making her cry, while also bullying and eventually planning to kill his son. Many of Ithaca's men are killed for their pride too. Thinking that they're worthy of Penelope when Nobody is. Flirt with the Wife, you get the knife.

Penelope and Odysseus DO take each others' suffering away when they reunite as well. 🥹

[veetowervaporwave]

Everyone's always talking about Val throwing the glass in Vox's general direction and breaking his phone, but the same people are awfully quiet about the fact that Vox literally physically put his hands on Val and dragged him around by the hair (fur? fluff?) just so he could scream in his face.

[skyburger]

whos your favorite of the crusaders from part 3... i think i love baofu the most tbh

[feliciadraws]

👁️ W I T N E S S 👁️

- I've been meaning to do something with Onmyoji, the awesome @bamboorocket's Lancer AU!Waka, for a while now, but since it's Bamboo's birthday I went ahead and did a thing inspired by the current campaign she's playing him in as a birthday present!

So without further ado, Happy Birthday to the awesome @bamboorocket! Thank you so much for being one of the coolest, most awesome friends I could ever ask for 🎂🌙✨

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

shaking crying i was trying to edit smthn stupid rq and MS PAINT TURNED THE RAINBOW FLAG INTO A STRAIGHT ONE???

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Good evening if you are spoiling the Percy Jackson series for people who haven’t read the books on purpose you’re an asshole

[iholli]

glaring directly into the sun as I write them into my unpublished f/o list

[gaydogmarriage]

ppl are always depicting cyno in fanon as a comic relief annoying idiot partner to tighnari that cannot read the room and is always making him angry and yeah he doesn't have the best social skills and doesn't understand other people that well, but he knows that. and he also knows tighnari well enough to know that if he truly was annoyed with his behavior to the point of getting angry, he would shut that shit down real quick. he's not the type of person to just sit there and take it if he's genuinely bothered, i think. cyno's just putting himself out there without letting himself be paralyzed by his own shortcomings or insecurities, and it's pretty clear tighnari doesn't want him to repress himself either.

if anything, i can see tighnari being the one with an annoying habit in private that he has 0 self awareness about because he's so used to being the one dealing with other people's bullshit that he may not realize when he's the culprit for once, and cyno is too much of an unbothered king to say anything about it, and too madly in love to stay annoyed for long lol

[grinchwrapsupreme]

being super normal about White calling Billy "a dreamer"after the events of Maybe No Go