#some shit we had to look up while writing this—

[ghostkingdiangelo429]

AHHH. I WANNA DO A FIC ON THIS NOW- I HAVE TOO MANY FICS TO WRITE GUHHH, HOW DARE YOU.

So anyways, I wrote it (in Nico's perspective, ofc)-

Just... Relax...

Jason, former praetor and legionnare. When Roman demigods hear his name, they imagine this perfect, beautiful soldier dedicated to respect an honor. But... in all actuality, he's just awkward. Through and through.

He never had the "Normal Teenage School" coming of age story. As a matter of fact, he had the "I Was Raised By A Literal Pack Of Wolves" coming of age story. I wish I was kidding.

He'd tell me stories of Lupa, the Wolf goddess who trained Roman Demigods before they entered into Camp Jupiter (or really any other Roman Encampment Center), and how she always kept her tight close, yet was so stern with her teachings. You either sank, or you swam in the pack. And Jason?

He swam faster and stronger than any of the others who were trained in her pack.

So, when I found Jason, I was almost expecting him to stand at attention... but no. He was slouching, almost weeping. I reach my hand to touch his shoulder, but I hesitated. "Hey, Grace... You okay?..." I settled.

Jason quickly turned around, very obviously crying. His movements were stiff, although his body was relaxed. He seemed to be more conflicted about his identity than the gods were... "O-oh! Hey, Nico, I uhhh... didn't- didn't see you there," He stuttered out. "Why are you here?"

His tone seemed defensive, but also scared. "I was here because Chiron asked me to get you, for something," I admitted. "But, I'll tell him that you're busy, alright?"

He didn't seem to like that. He stammered and stumbled to his feet. "What? Why?-" He said in a panicked tone. "If Chiron needs me, I'll gladly go to help-" I put my arm in front of him as he tried charging for the door.

"Look, Jason. You're overworked... tired... Everyone keeps asking you to do stuff, and you keep jumping up to your feet every chance you get," I said in a concerned tone. "You're not at Camp Jupiter anymore, you don't need or are expected to do or act the way you're supposed to at Jupiter- at Half-Blood, we know that people have their limits. We know not everyone can be perfect, so we have rules and policies in place to do things so we're not overworked or stressed by the time we need to do a mission or some shit." I slowly let my arm raise from in front of him, and he stayed put. "Listen, Grace, I get it.... you're not sure of where you fit in... trust me, I know that feeling more than any other camper here."

Jason grabbed his arm sheepishly as I continued. "I was born in the actual Rome during one of the demigod wars. Only to be stuck in a time chamber for nearly a hundred years, though I only felt as if only three had passed, just for Percy... and Thalia... And Annabeth and Grover to bring me to Camp Half-Blood where I knew I couldn't fit in...." I said in a soft tone. "No Hades kid could fit in socially and especially a Hades Greek kid born into a place where Roman culture with Roman gods were some of the only things I learned. Especially one that had internalized homoerotic feelings as bad due to the tome he grew up in."

"So I get it. Not fitting in," I said, trying to get my message across. "But I learned I can't do everything by myself, and I learned to relax. So please, just for me Jason... relax. Everything will be fine."

Jason stood there twitching, before bawling his eyes out. He threw his arms around me in a tight hug while his tears soaked the top of my head. That's how I knew he was a son of Zeus: he cried just like stormclouds emptying out themselves of rain.

When he finally let go of me, he said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, Nico." He smiled, then cleared his throat. "Though, please don't tell anyone about this, I can't have Leo find out and clown on me for 'relaxing'."

I smiled back. "Secret's safe with me, Grace." He gave me one last hug, and off I went.

@kindred-spirit-93 enjoy this segue post while I try and finish rewriting chapter 3 of demigod :p

Jason Grace is awkward.

He's an amazing praetor, stern and serious and diplomatic. He's perfect at Latin, a great son of Jupter, making camp proud. Everything that Camp Jupiter needs him to be, the years of moulding a perfect soldier paid off.

But take him out of the environment of rules and regulation and neat and careful order then he is jsut an awkward mess.

His speech pattern is way too formal for a teenager, and he sucks at actually expressing emotions, so he just looks mean and judgy, and he always looks rigid and slightly scared. He's great and fighting, but everywhere is a battlefield for him. He also sucks at regualr empathy.He's afraid of loud noises, although he won't show it. He's a child soldier through and through and can not relax to save his life. He thinks that chores are fun. His favourite thing is ancient Rome. He knows so so so little about like the wider world and is so oblivious. He panics if anyone breaks the laws of New Rome, and there are a lot of laws in New Rome. He's so awkward. I need to write this.

[moonstruckme]

hiiiii mae. I was re-reading thawing out and I'm curious if you've ever considered writing about Sirius & reader getting Remus back out on the ice again? I feel like it has real cute and fluffy potential. love all that you do! <3

Thank you for requesting! I've been looking forward to this milestone for them for so long :')

Read the Thawing Out series here

cw: modern au, chronic pain references, some anxiety caused by traumatic events

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

It was your idea to do this outside of the rink. You notice things that Sirius doesn’t, and you’d noticed that as much as Remus feels at home with the boards and the bleachers and hum of the Zamboni, they intimidate him too. So, you’re taking advantage of a cold Saturday to utilize the outdoors. 

Sirius frowns, spinning an idle circle on his blade. “This ice is shit.” 

“You’re just spoiled,” you counter, still lacing up your skates with Remus. You’ve slowed your pace to match him, whereas Sirius had laced up quick as always and gone out into the small rink without a second thought. Another way you’re simply better than him. 

To his credit, Remus doesn’t seem to be stalling. He tried talking you both out of this on a couple of occasions, saying that it wasn’t worth your time, you were giving it more importance than it was due, etc., but now that he’s here he simply seems to be taking a methodical pace. Preparing himself. Sirius can grant him this, considering he hasn’t had skates on his feet since his injury nearly three years ago. 

“Would you call a swimmer picky for wanting a properly chlorinated pool?” 

“Yes.” 

Remus glances over at you, that particular smile he reserves for your obstinance gracing his lips. Sirius’ heart melts a little. 

“Then fine. I’m picky. Just be careful, both of you. I’m telling you, this ice is truly—” 

“I know how to skate on unsmoothed ice.” You cut him off with a look. There’s fondness buried beneath it, and Sirius narrows his eyes back playfully as you knot your laces and stand up. “So does Remus.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Remus jokes. He stands with you, though, letting you onto the ice first. 

Sirius can see the hesitance in your boyfriend now. That bit of nervousness Remus is trying to ignore. The awareness of it balls up tight and uncomfortable in his chest. 

“Awe,” Sirius croons with overdone patronage, skating to a stop a few feet away from the entrance, “are we not sure? We’ll do it like with the littles then, darling.” He bends and pats his knees, making a show of it. “Come on, come to me.” 

Remus snorts and sets one foot on the ice. “Piss off.” 

That one foot is all it takes. Remus pushes off with practiced ease, gliding into the rink. Sirius beams. 

You look equally as awestruck, your eyes so brimming with love and joy they almost hurt to look at. 

“Well, would you look at that,” Sirius says, “he does know how to skate on shit ice. Give us a spin, handsome.” 

“I’m not your show pony,” Remus says, but spins nonetheless. It’s simple, and yet so incredibly graceful. So obviously second nature. 

“Remus.” You seem to have given up any hope of trying to play it cool, your voice shining with barely repressed glee. “That was so perfect.” 

Remus is doing a similarly poor job of repressing his own smile, though he only tsks. “If either of you did a spin like that, I’d make you redo it three times and then add a jump so you didn’t embarrass yourselves.” 

Sirius crosses his arms, nodding. “Go on, then.” 

It’s clear that Remus is happy to do it. He’s cautious for a while, testing his own limits as he adds complexities and small jumps and tries out different variations. Ordinarily Sirius might worry for his hip, but Remus has been especially diligent in his stretching in preparation for just this; and whenever he seemed inclined to skip it, you or Sirius were there to pester him (lovingly, of course).

Sirius’ heart swells to the point of bursting at how beautiful Remus looks. His posture shifts to accommodate the new range of movement, his arms coming out almost unconsciously, with a dancer’s grace. Sirius is well used to the symphony of skates on ice, but Remus’ have their own melody, their own beat and cadence. Even his face changes, the tension fading from his expression until it’s at once relaxed and utterly present. Remus was made for this. 

You and Sirius don’t do anything but watch, rapt. After a while, Remus seems to get sick of his audience, coming to a reluctant stop. His cheeks are pink from the cold and exertion—Sirius wants to cover them with both hands and kiss him dizzy—but Remus’ expression shifts when he looks at you. 

He lets out a breathy, nervous chuckle. “Sweetheart…?” 

Sirius turns, and your lips are pressed together, your eyes bright. “Sorry,” you say, giving a wobbly smile, “you’re just—Remus, you’re so lovely.” 

“Oh, you sop.” Sirius curls an arm around you, kissing your head. “Stop that.” 

“I’m sorry.” You laugh at yourself. Swipe away a tear that manages to escape. 

Sirius tuts. “Look what you’ve done,” he says to Remus, who appears caught between shock and fondness, his mouth hanging slightly open. “She’s completely right, you know. You’re too lovely; it’s torment for us both.” 

“You…” Remus shakes his head. He’s delightfully flushed now, nearly to the tips of his ears. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my idea to do this, though.” 

“No, but you sure do seem to be enjoying yourself now, don’t you? Come here.” 

To his surprise, Remus actually comes. Sirius is elated; rarely does he get to be this demanding with such gratifying results. 

He lets you go to take both of Remus' pink, hot cheeks in his hands, and plants a firm kiss on his lips. 

“Thank you,” he says, grinning. “Now, stop our poor girl’s crying by skating with her, please.” 

It’s not done before several kisses, but soon you and Remus are in the center of the rink, twining around each other like snowflakes in the wind. You and Sirius take turns teaching Remus the sorts of lifts and jumps he wouldn’t have learned in his solo career. Sirius can’t decide which he likes best; the up-close view of Remus’ face as the world whirls around them and Remus’ hand folds warmly around his, or getting to admire the two of you from the edge of the rink. He thinks more practice will be necessary to determine this. Much, much more practice. 

Sirius’ nose is near frozen by the time you decide to call it a day. Remus teases Sirius for his pinkened cheeks as though he’s not exactly the same, and you insist on buying hot chocolates for all three of you on the way home as though they’re going to let you. You walk out of the park with breaths puffing cold in front of you, three skating bags hanging from your shoulders.

[ohbabydollie]

Can you write a fic where the cats catch you and schlatt having sex and he feels really bad bur you're still in the mood so he has to lock them out whilst he's still naked or something funny

It had been silently agreed upon by the both of you, that Schlatt was the one to shut the door when your “sessions” started.

He had gotten used to the familiar quiet click of the door’s back in your Texas apartment, the minimal strength needed to close the door that when you moved to New York he hadn’t gotten quite adjusted to the strength the doors required, but he learned real fast.

———

“There we go” Schlatt mumbled, finishing the final screw in the bed, shaking it slightly before calling you in, “sweetheart, come ‘ere”

“Yeah, what’s up?” You ask as you enter the bedroom.

“Come shake to bed, just to make sure it ain’t too loose” he mumbles as he stands up.

You hum, taking off your slippers as you sit on the bed before bouncing slightly, “I think it should be good”

“Ya sure? Try it some more” he says watching the way your tits bounce slightly.

You scoot to the edge of the bed, planting your heels in the floor before trying to move harder, Schlatt just stands there, staring at your tits as you try to bounce as hard as you can.

“Yknow what, maybe we can test it in a different way” he grins, shutting the door until he hears a little familiar click.

Suddenly he’s on top of you as you moan into his mouth, gently holding onto his forearms before he strips you of your shirt.

“look at these” he mumbles, gently cupping your tits, “perfect” he says squeezing them gently, drawing a shaky whine from you.

“Schlatt” you mumble as he grins.

“What, you don’t like me grabbin at ‘em?” He asks, gently playing with your nipples, smiling wider at your little reactions.

“N-not that” you manage to choke, your brain going fuzzy at the way he touches you, knowing the right way to push your buttons, the right way to just make your brain go dumb as you lie back, forgetting what you were going to even ask.

You feel something fuzzy brush up against your leg, but quickly ignore it, thinking it’s probably some clothes or a sheet. Almost in the blink of an eye you’re both naked and so close to the main event, soft pants and moans between kisses and suddenly ‘meow’

You push Schlatt away, your eyes widening as you see jambo and [redacted] sitting there, the door cracked open just enough for them to slip in.

“SCHLATT! THE CATS!” You yell moving away, covering your body with a blanket.

“Oh shit” he mumbles, turning to see the cats staring at him, his eyes dart around the room, looking for something to cover himself up with.

As quick as you noticed the cats is as quick as Schlatt is shooing them out of the room, leading them to the living room with a shirt held up against his crotch as you start to laugh.

You’re not laughing at Schlatt, more at the predicament you’ve found yourself in, your boyfriend shooing his cats out of your bedroom with his ass out.

I’m sorry if this is ass, I haven’t written in a while 💔

[crimsoncandy04]

Have u ever thought of Scara w tentacles😳 like he was an experiment and we are the one in charged of cater for him, then one day he escape and take us with him to breed cause' he really likes us... Idk if it's possible but might lay eggs for him. Please try writing it one day!! Tysm for those fics u feed uso(≧▽≦)o

I should really check my inbox more often than I do. This is literally such a hot idea.

(also just a heads up, I'm absolutely blasted right now while writing this so if it's not perfect I'm so sorry. Cannabis gummies are a double edged sword for me. On one hand I get the BEST ideas to write but then on the other I forget how words work)

Hope you like it;)

You had seen some weird stuff in your 25 years. It was expected though. You WERE working for the fatui and under one of the more deranged harbingers known for fucked up experimentation too.

However, being put in charge of one of the less important projects involving the sixth harbinger had proven to be more than you were prepared to handle.

A LOT more.

You had no idea why he allowed this to happen or if it was just a bizarre side effect of another failed experiment. But one thing was for certain, the sixth harbinger had been altered physical and now needed to be restrained at all costs. He had actual tentacles growing from his back. Like REAL ones. And for some reason they seemed to have minds of their own at times.

Thrashing around and hitting the thick glass of the containment room as if trying to break out while the young man at their base sat on the cold concrete ground and refused to look at you each time you went over to slide him food through a small opening in the wall that your hand could barely fit through.

You weren't important enough to know the details of what went on in your boss's lab but you had to admit that the sentient tendrils were a bit pretty to look at.

They were a deep indigo. Almost black with small barely discernable silver accents along the sides.

They appeared almost metallic in the right lighting and you had to make yourself look away and stop staring sometimes because you didn't want to be rude.

You were here to complete a job and that was all.

Until the night everything went to shit of course.

You were summoned sometime after midnight along with two other subordinates to check the lab for accidents after a security alarm was triggered for unknown reasons.

You rushed in and immediately you felt your blood go cold at the sight before you.

He had escaped.

Shattered glass lay at your feet as well as blood presumably from the guard who was now nowhere to be seen and most certainly dead.

You heard a yell from the room next to you.

"Stay here!" The other man with you insisted as he drew his gun and took off after the source of the cry.

You didn't need to be told twice.

Because right now you were confused but also rightfully scared.

What happened to the sixth harbinger? He never once gave you reason to believe he was distressed or restless before. He never even spoke to you when you fed him and checked the condition of his holding room.

Did you perhaps miss something?

What caused him to suddenly lash out and attack the guard?

And most importantly what happened to-

*PLOP*

You hear something hit the ground next to you and slowly turn your head to look.

You shriek.

On the ground next to you was the decapitated head of the subordinate who had just left to search for the other man.

You immediately tried to run but were stopped in your tracks as something wrapped around your waist and hoisted you into the air.

You tremble and go silent. Preparing for the worst when you look down and meet eyes with the sixth harbinger.

One of his many new appendages coiled around your middle and rendering you helpless as you silently prayed to every archon you could remember that if you were to die here it would be quick and painless.

He narrows his eyes up at you.

"You. You didn't want to try killing me as well?"

You struggle to answer as you shake violently.

"No sir. I see you nearly every day. I assumed something was wrong and that you were seeking help. I didn't feel like it was right to murder you."

"Are you scared?"

You felt your heart race.

Something about his tone seemed off. Different.

Did he...enjoy the fact that you were clearly terrified?

You closed your eyes and sighed.

Alright.

Every life had its end. This was surely yours.

Don't think about it. Go to your safe place Y/N.

You suddenly feel more tentacles slither around your arms and legs.

You immediately open your eyes as you feel them spread your knees apart.

What the FUCK!?

There's a chuckle from underneath you.

"I must admit... I am enjoying your terror immensely."

Obviously.

You feel an indigo tendril slowly slide up your shirt and wiggle underneath your bra. coiling around one of your breasts and squeezing it roughly as you feel your cheeks grow warm with embarrassment. It was cold and slimy but thanks to what you assumed was the natural power of the young man before you, the tentacles emitted a gentle electro current throughout their entire lengths and the sensation caused the muscles in your limbs and stomach to relax unwillingly as you were fondled.

The entire stimulation was now sending jolts of unwilling arousal through you. Scaramouche's eyes darken as he feels your nipple stiffen against one of his slick, muscular coils which had wrapped itself tightly around one of your tits and was now rubbing its head against your delicate peak. Making you struggle to stay quiet.

"Your body is betraying you. How does it feel existing in such a delicate and worthless form? I'm not even trying yet-."

Another tendril snakes up your thigh, sliding beneath your skirt, the cool slickness a shock against your bare skin as you didn't expect this so quickly. It inches higher, brushing against your clothed sex.

Scaramouche chuckles darkly at your soft whimpers then, his voice a sinful caress in your aroused mind as you're made to enjoy this against your will.

"I can still feel you with these. You're so wet already. Does it feel good being teased in such a disgraceful manner? Or were you always this much of a slut?"

He grins wickedly, a predatory gleam in his indigo eyes. The tendrils tighten their grip, squeezing and kneading your most sensitive places, stoking the fire within your core. The air crackles with his power and reeks of your excitement.

A small tentacle hooks into the waistband of your panties and suddenly rips them off completely, baring your glistening sex to the cool air. Another one quickly begins to rub against your slick folds, teasing your wet entrance.

"What a cute little hole~ hmm. I wonder what would happen if I-"

The thick tentacle at your entrance instantly rams itself inside in one painful push, stretching your tight pussy and curling in to rub against your sweet spot as it began to thrust quickly. You could only gasp and cry out as you felt another tentacle slither up your thigh and rub your clit at the same time.

Your eyes widened.

It hurt yet it felt like you had ascended to Celestia all at once.

You force yourself to cry out before you went insane.

"S-Scara! Please! It's too big! You're... stretching me!"

Scaramouche smirks up at your quivering body as he feels your tight walls clenching desperately around his invading tendril. He grinds it deeper, relishing your breathy moans and gasps, the electric current making your body shudder with every caress and thrust.

"Too big? Ha. Your greedy little cunt is taking every inch like it was made for it. Like it was made for me."

He pulls back slightly, then slams the tentacle in deeper. The wet squelching sounds of the violation fill the room, mingling with your increasingly wanton moans and whimpers.

"Listen to yourself, enjoying the feeling of being so ruthlessly defiled. You can't deny your true nature Y/N. You're a weak and disposable creature. I've seen how you go out of your way to try and care about me. How you act so..."selfless" and "considerate" when forced to tend to me knowing damn well it was all only to delude yourself into believing you were making a difference. Tell me, was it tiring?"

Tendrils squeeze your breasts harder, the electric shocks making your nipples stiffen into aching peaks. Another then pushes into your mouth, silencing your cries and leaving you gasping around the slick intrusion.

"It must have been exhausting. Pretending like you actually cared so much. Did you enjoy your little charade? Was it nice pretending like you weren't worth less than the dirt on my shoes because you were "helping "?"

Scaramouche's voice is a dark, lustful growl as he crosses his arms and continues to watch as his tentacles ruin you. The tendril pistoning into your cunt speeds up, the electric shocks growing stronger, pushing you closer and closer to a reluctant release.

"Come for me, Y/N. Come on my tentacles like the wanton slut you are. You wanted something like this right? To be seen and "loved"? Well let go then."

As Scara speaks, another tentacle snakes down to your puckered rear entrance. It teases the tight ring of muscle, the electric current making it relax. Slowly it pushes inside, stretching your virgin hole around the slick invader.

"Such a tight little asshole... I will enjoy breaking this in as well. You'll be my perfect little fuck toy, ready and eager for me at all times. How does that sound?"

The tentacle in your mouth begins fucking deeper into your throat, making you gag and choke a little. The one in your ass pushes deeper, stretching you impossibly further now as everything borders on pleasure and pain now in an overwhelming way.

"That's it, just like that. Take it all. Take every inch, every inch of my desire. You'll learn to crave this, to need this, to be nothing but a set of holes for me to fill and use. I'll give you a purpose. A reason to exist. Just like you always wanted."

Scaramouche's eyes blaze with sadistic lust as he watches you try to writhe and struggle, your body shaking with unwanted pleasure, your mind clouding with shame and need. He knows he has you now, knows that he can shape you, mold you, ruin you for all others.

And it's driving him insane.

You had caught his attention long ago but of course you were too stupid to notice. You always thought his tentacles were just being "aggressive". No. He had been trying to get you to say something to him. But every time you just stared at him, gave him a stupid little tray of food that he didn't even need. And then just left.

You couldn't blame him for getting a little frustrated and impatient. You had practically forced him to make the first move here.

A couple of minutes went by and suddenly you feel something else being stuffed into your stretched cunt alongside the enormous tentacle already buried inside.

Two smaller and practically microscopic sized tentacles wiggle in and begin to tease your cervix opening. Slowly coaxing their way into your womb as you feel yourself climaxing from the intrusion.

The tentacles writhe and squirm in your womb, painting your inner walls with their slick, tingling essence.

You suddenly feel a deep pressure as something is pumped directly into your womb. You wince and cum again as Scara begins to forcibly impregnates you with his offspring yet instead of your earlier nervousness or shame, you now feel oddly at ease. As if your new reality finally set in for you.

It was kinda enjoyable.

Scaramouche chuckles darkly as he feels your womb trying instinctively to reject his eggs. But the tendrils hold fast, forcing the small yet soft jelly-like lavender eggs deeper, stretching your most intimate space to its limits.

You had finally accepted your place it seemed. Utilizing your body's full potential from here would be far more easy with you now more willing to endure the process and transformation.

The tendrils continue their relentless assault, pumping more and more of the eggs into you, each one a cruel mockery of a seed, a promise of the countless times he will fill you after this as well. You had one purpose now. To be used, bred like a bitch in heat. All for the singular goal of birthing a new army for Scaramouche and his future plans.

You were important for this reason alone.

"Welcome to your new life, mortal. Welcome to eternity as my personal fuck toy, my breeding bitch, my eternal plaything. And you will love every moment of it. I promise."

A few hours pass and your belly swells quickly. During this short incubation period Scara manages to stretch your holes even further almost to the point of beyond recognition. Three tentacles now thrusted in and out of your ruined asshole and Scara had decided to reposition you both to keep an eye on you and to jam another thick tentacle deep into your pussy and continue to ravage it while he silently marveled at your swollen belly from where he now stood over you.

His hands roam possessively over the stretched skin of your stomach. He can feel the eggs he's planted inside you, each one a testament to his dark triumph, a promise of the future that he envisioned where he was untouchable by absolutely anyone. God or human alike.

"Look at you, already so round and full. And this is only the beginning, my dear. I will fill you again and again, until you know nothing but the feeling of carrying my offspring."

He leans down, his lips brushing against the taut skin of your stomach, his voice a dark, mocking murmur.

"Such an easy bitch to breed, so quick to take my eggs, to let them take root inside you. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were meant to be my incubator, my vessel. And now, here you are, already looking like a proper mother~"

The tentacles continue their relentless assault, stretching you impossibly further, The one now sucking on your clit pulses in time with your racing heartbeat, pushing you to yet another orgasm.

More tendrils move to your heavy, aching breasts again, squeezing and kneading the swollen flesh. They latch onto your nipples, suckling greedily, the electric currents making milk drip faster as it's quickly consumed.

More time goes by. You aren't sure how much exactly but then.

You feel movement in your belly and an uncomfortable shift as the eggs begin to hatch within you. The tentacles in your pussy immediately slide free and smaller ones seize your battered lips before rudely pulling on them to reveal your now loose and sloppy canal in its entirety.

Within seconds a small writhing indigo tentacle pushes its way out of your cervix and begins its descent.

Scaramouche's eyes widen with a fevered, manic light as he watches the first of his offspring emerge and fall to the floor with a small thud. He leans in closer, his breath coming faster as he watches the next little and writhing indigo tentacle push its way out, covered in fluids and its own natural secretions, a grotesque parody of a newborn.

"Look at that... your womb was actually able to grow these things without issue, your body has given life to my creation. I knew I made no mistake when I chose you for this."

The tentacles in your ass begins to writhe and pulse at that moment, easily pulling free from your body to make room for more of the "children " to emerge. Within seconds they start slipping out of your abused holes like nightmarish serpents and forming a horrific pile beneath your deflated body. Their movements are jerky and erratic, their beautiful flesh glistening in the dim light as they slowly start to slither up your legs in search of the warmth they once knew moments ago.

"Such a good mother, so efficient in your purpose. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were meant for this. And now, look at you... a true incubator, an ideal vessel for what is to come."

Scaramouche reaches down, his fingers brushing against the writhing mass of tentacles, stroking them like a proud parent would a newborn. They pulse and twitch at his touch, as if recognizing their creator, their master.

"They will be the first of many, the vanguard of a new age, a new era of power and dominance."

Your belly continues to churn from inside, more of the eggs hatching, more of the small tentacle creatures slipping out to join their brethren. The floor quickly fills with their jerking, twisting forms, a nightmarish scene.

Scaramouche's maniacal laughter then rings out, echoing off the walls, a sound of pure, unhinged joy at his dark triumph. He knows that he has won. Because with this plan now in action, no one would be able to oppose him for long.

And the world would be his for the taking.

[hello-gloomy]

Hello idk if you're taking requests right now or not. If you are, could I get a xeno or stanley one. You can decide what you wanna write about. THANK YOU!!!

Initially I was gonna do some horny shit for this but decided on somin cute instead and perfect timing for Valentines Day too! (Maybe next time ;p)

Also I hope u don't mind I did this as a poly I couldn't choose one or the other.

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Passenger plane

XenoStan x Fem!Reader

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Description: Our favorite doctor and soldier have a special day marked down on the calendar and head to the coast to see if it is genuinely the day they hope it is. A few of their coworkers tag along to see what the fuss is about.

Warnings: Mild angst, kissing, touching, maybe OOC, poly relationship, cursing, religion jokes, dark humor, slight mention of violence.

A/N: Man, this idea kept me awake, so now I'm writing this with an energy drink and a macaroon for breakfast.

Words: 1,404

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"And just where do the two of you think you're going?" Gen stops Stanley and Xeno with his line of questioning. The men in question stop way down the hall, let, letting the split-haired catch up to them.

"Out to the coast," Xeno told him curtly while Stanley sighed through his nose at Gen's noseyness.

"Without supervision?"

"You're more than welcome to join us." Xeno offered while Stanley walked ahead; Gen shrugged his arms and decided to follow. While walking to their destination, Senku, Chrome, Kohaku, and Ukyo somehow managed to tag along with a little complaint from the original two traversers of the trip. Walking along the natural path to the long coastline, Stanley continued watching the sky while Xeno conversed with his fellow scientists. Xeno took notice of his companion's subtle anxiousness and strayed away from his group to go over to the soldier.

"Hey," he started by bumping Stanley's shoulder, and he returned the gesture by grabbing the doctor's hand.

"Hey, yourself."

"She'll be there, " he told the taller man quietly, rubbing his thumb over his partner's enclosed hand. Stanley nodded while blowing out some smoke. When they arrived at the beach, the group had quieted down and was waiting for something. Finally, one of the younger members decided to break the silence.

"So, Uh, what are we here for exactly?" Chrome asked while glancing around the empty beach. Xeno and Stanley looked at each other before Xeno decided to answer his question.

"Today is an important occasion for us, " he told the boy, with nothing else to add to his unhelpful answer. Senku rolled his eyes and started walking closer to the water. Stanley went to watch the skies again, and some of the others followed suit. Ukyo perked up and looked in a specific direction.

"Another plane?"

"If we get invaded, I might just eriouslysay commit murder." Gen huffed out. A lovely white and silver plane started to descend from the clouds, lowering closer to the water and beginning to slow down as it hit the water, gliding until it was at the land. Not entirely stopped yet, the cockpit bursts open, and a person hops out of the still-landing plane, running straight toward the group. You rip off your goggles, and they crash to the ground while you're still running to the two men you haven't seen in such a long time; your eyes start to blur from the tears, but through the blurriness, from your eyes, you make out Stanley holding his arms open and outwards to you. Just a few steps away from him, you launch into his arms with a call of his and Xeno's names; he catches you in his arms, giving you a spin to balance out the rest of the motion you hit his body with. He drops you to the land, and your laughter fills the air, and pure happiness radiates off of you; when Stan lets go of you, you crush Xeno in a hug next, almost knocking him off his feet; he pets your hair and kisses your forehead affectionately.

"A dangerously elegant landing, my darling." Xeno teases while Stanley comes over to clap you on the back in agreement. You can already guess the fussing he'll give you later at how you could have potentially hurt yourself.

"Will someone explain?" Gen asks as he speaks for the rest of the speechless group. Senku and Chrome bolt over to check out the plane you had landed, much more interested in that than you.

"She went out two and a half years earlier to scout overseas for other Stone world survivors." Stanley begins to explain while you press your head against his back, taking the smell of your blonde lover in.

"We had contact with her at the start of her trip but lost contact a few months later. She told us an estimated time she would return; that was all we had left from her before all communications were gone for the next year and a half." While you move from behind Stanley, Xeno looks over the new people who joined your group in your absence. Stanley gives a half-interested introduction to everyone present; said group gives you a warm greeting, which you return equally as kind.

"And those to crack heads over there are Chrome and Senku." Stanley finishes. You all turn to look at the mentioned idiots, and your heart jumps at them, peeking inside your air-born home.

"Don't break anything!" You shout to them as you rush to the plane; the rest of the group follows. You get barraged with questions about the plane, how far you traveled, and if you met anyone else.

"I met a bunch of religious fanatics while in the north," You tell them while digging around and pulling out a battered bible as proof.

"They were going on about the 'second coming of Jesus' or something like that. They got pissed when I told them it was probably just aliens." You give Chrome the book, he flips a few pages, and his face cringes after the first few. You dig deeper through your things and pull out a few other things.

"They tried burning me too; I set them on fire first, though." You tell them proudly, getting a few horrified looks from the newer members but a nod from Stanley at you striking them first.

"Funny enough, while I was in Europe, some of the gothic architecture from our time was still in pretty good shape." You hand Senku a rock from some of the fallen pieces of the structure you mentioned.

"I also found a second version of the Silk Roads." You pull out multiple articles of clothing, jewelry, and even books. You pull out a wrapped item, hand it to Stanley, and tell him to open it later.

"Oh! There was a group of people I ran into that found out how to un-petrify people." You say with triumph, but your face screws up when no one seems all that impressed.

"Hate to break it to ya, but we already beat you to it," Senku tells you with a smirk, and your face drops.

"Nitric acid."

"Wow, so there's more than one method." Your smile returns, and everyone else drops their smiles at your statement.

"They used sodium nitrate to break the stone." You take out a stoned bird and a small vile, pour the liquid on the bird, and wait a few minutes before the cracking starts. Everyone watches as the bird flies away, small pieces of stone left in place of the once immobile bird.

You are now caught up on everything and, later in the evening, return to your shared home with your lovers; the two men sit on the shared bed, conversing quietly while watching you shoot around the room, letting yourself adjust to your home again. When finished, you come over with Xeno's gift and tell Stanley he can open his. They both open their gifts: Stanley gets a beautiful crystal knife, and Xeno gets a wonderfully crafted gramophone with a vinyl to go along with it.

"We can finish discussing your miraculous adventures back at home." Xenk decides for everyone: Stanley and Ukyo help you with your bags while leaving your plane for later retrieval; Senku returns to pestering Xeno for more details on the aircraft while you stick close to Stanley and admire Xeno's newfound laxness.

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"It's just a duet of a violin and a piano. Sorry, I couldn't get anything more modern." You tell him as you mess with your nails; he tilts your face upwards, caressing along your jaw before touching your foreheads together. Stanley lies backward against the pillows while doing tricks with his new weapon.

"It's pleasant, my dear, and a remarkable gift from you." He whispers to you. He sets the record up before setting it down on the side table and moves you to lay between him in Stanley. They smoosh you in close and start to pet you while the music plays in the background. You warm up from their touches, and they shift to add kisses to the mix, making you murmur shyly in response.

"You gave us such nice gifts; allow us to return the favor," Stanley whispers in your ear before biting your neck. You were immensely happy to be home with the two dear people you love the most.

[thehereticdiaries]

Dead Man Walking: Chapter Seven

Summary: You and a few of the boys go on a run for more medical supplies. It doesn't go super well, leading to some arguments

Warnings: Violence, heated arguments

I'll probably be working on Pack Mentality's next chapter this weekend, then I wanna do more for Baby Fever and Protective Instincts

Also not proofread oops

As soon as you walked into the main room, Wooyoung and Jeongin latched on to you. The look of horror at what they saw at that camp sent a shiver down your spine. You easily caved and let them pull you to the floor. While Wooyoung rested his head on your tummy, Jeongin hid his face in the crook of your neck. You sighed sadly, using one hand to card through Wooyoung’s hair and the other to trace gentle circles on Jeongin’s bicep. Slowly, you felt them relax in your arms.

Hongjoong couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. This whole interaction between you and the boys stirred something in him, something that had a fire burning under his skin. A nudge on his shoulder forced him to look away. He turned to Chris, who gestured to some of the others with his chin. It would seem that Hongjoong wasn’t the only one with these feelings. Minho, Yeosang, and San stared at you with heated eyes. Almost as if they felt their leaders scrutinizing them, the three of them turned to Hongjoong and Chan. The latter slowly shifted his gaze from them, to you, to the hallway, then back to them. They understood the silent command, and all five of them filed out of the main room.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess, here,” San started once the door to the leaders’ office clicked shut. “This is about Y/N?”

“This is about the way we were all just staring at her,” Hongjoong clarified. They stood in a circle in the middle of the room.

“I take it we all feel the same?” Chris asked while crossing his arms. He didn’t look angry, though. Just curious. 

“We do. And I can confidently say that Felix, Wooyoung, and Jisung do, too,” Yeosang confirmed for the younger boys. Minho raised a brow.

“I think we all agree on this,” Minho emphasized. 

“So what do we do?” San’s question caused a wicked grin to spread on Hongjoong’s face.

“We share.”

The day you had been dreading couldn’t have come at a worse time. It was only three days since the recon mission and everyone was still way on edge. And no, it wasn’t your period.

“Why?! Why, why, why now?!” You complained while pacing your empty office. There was no getting around it. You trudged down to Chan and Hongjoong’s office. The door was closed, so you took a moment to bounce on the balls of your feet to hype yourself up. With one final deep breath, you knocked on the door, feeling like you’ve just signed your own death warrant. Okay, maybe you were being a little dramatic. Chan opened the door and his easy-going smile immediately dropped at your nervousness.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, prompting Hongjoong to poke his head into the doorway.

“So, funny story,” you laughed dryly, gaining an incredibly unimpressed face from Hongjoong. “I need to make a run,” you grimaced. The leaders shared a look before returning to you.

“Why, exactly, do we need to do a run?” Chris questioned further.

“Not just we. I need to do a run for more medical supplies.”

“Absolutely not,” Hongjoong denied. “Whatever you need, write it down and we’ll have some of the boys go get it.”

“Hongjoong,” you sighed, roughly running a hand through your hair. “I really, really don’t want to argue about this. I need to–”

“No,” Chris interrupted. “No way are we risking your safety like that.”

“But none of you know what to look for!” You argued, irritation clear in your voice. “Even if I wrote it down, would you even know what a pulse ox looks like? Tourniquets? Support splints?” Their silence was answer enough. Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at you.

“You’re not going alone.”

“No shit,” you scoffed. They glared down at you, making your spine straighten on instinct.

“Who do we send her with?” Chris turned to the younger leader. 

“Changbin, obviously,” Hongjoong paused to think. “Along with Mingi and Yeosang.” They split up to find your new run group while you went down to the maintenance room to gather weapons and an empty backpack. San, who was sharpening the groups’ knives, stopped to watch you with furrowed brows.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you looped your holster onto your belt and tightened the strap of your sheath around your thigh.

“I’m making a run with–”

“You’re what?!” He shouted, startling you and making you flinch. You opted not to answer, instead mentally going over what you’d need to find. That was until San cupped your face between his hands, squishing your cheeks and forcing you to make eye contact. “Why are you going on a run?”

“I need more medical supplies. We’re running low on a bunch of stuff,” you explained. San opened his mouth to protest, but Chris and Yeosang entering the room cut him off.

“Hongjoong is getting Mingi and Changbin is coming down after he says bye to Hyunjin,” Chan informed you. “There’s a high school just under a kilometer away. The military converted the football field to an emergency medical center.”

“No fucking way.” San’s hands dropped from your cheeks so he could get in Chan’s face. “You’re sending her there? Last I saw, the place was overrun.”

“Jongho and Seungmin saw otherwise. There are still walkers, but not a crazy amount,” the eldest retorted, crossing his arms and cocking his head to the side.

“San, I’ll be fine,” you reassured him while stepping between him and Chris to diffuse the tension. San’s jaw clenched, but he held his tongue and backed off. Moments later, Hongjoong, Mingi, and Changbin filed into the room. The boys of your run group quickly gathered their supplies. Chris unlocked the heavy back door, pausing with his hand on the knob.

“Be safe,” he said while looking over the four of you. “Keep her safe.” He pulled open the door, and once you were outside, it shut with an ominous thud. Changbin took the lead and you made your way to the high school. The football field held three large, military-grade tents. It was surrounded by a temporary fence topped with barbed wire. From where you stood, you could see three walkers roaming around. And a gap in the fence. You poked Mingi and pointed to the gap. Silently, you shimmied through the fence and entered the first tent with no issues. You raided the many drawers and cabinets, tossing what you wanted into your backpack. Your bag was stuffed full after the first tent, and you went through the second tent in the same way using Yeosang’s backpack.

The third tent did not go well.

This tent was a communal area with a makeshift kitchen and rows of beds. Only the back quarter of the tent had medical equipment. The three boys wandered off to look for anything else that could be useful, leaving you to go through the small infirmary. None of you expected a walker to be locked in one of the cabinets. 

As soon as you opened the door, it snarled and lunged at you. Its hands dug into your shoulders as you stumbled backwards, barely containing your scream. You tripped, landing roughly on your back with the walker on top of you. It snapped its teeth, desperately trying to tear into your flesh. Your arms strained with the effort of holding it back. A strangled whimper escaped your throat while tears burned at the back of your eyes. Right when your arms were about to give out, the butt of a shotgun hit the walker square on the temple, knocking it sideways.

Mingi pulled you to your feet, frantically checking for wounds with wide eyes while Changbin put down the walker. You panted heavily, digging your nails into Mingi’s biceps. Growls echoed outside the tent. Fuck.

“GO!” Yeosang shouted while sprinting toward you. Mingi passed you to Yeosang, grabbing your backpack from where it fell on the ground. The boys formed a triangle around you with Mingi and Changbin leading and Yeosang right behind you. The two older boys wielded normal weapons, a machete and a crowbar, but Changbin had a fucking war hammer. You didn’t have time to dwell on the odd weapon choice. Your group ran through the tent with at least a dozen walkers on your tail. You were closing in on the tent’s opening when another walker slammed into a shelf from outside the tent. The shelf swayed dangerously, but stayed upright. Its contents, however, came raining down.

“Shit!” Yeosang shoved a walker back then yanked you into his chest, covering your head with his shoulders as you hunched over. He grunted at the impact of random military equipment hitting his back. You were momentarily distracted by his biceps, because holy shit has he always been this jacked? Where has he been hiding all this muscle, what the fuck? Why did you want to bite his bicep? Wait, FUCK, now is not the time!!

“Come on, back to the fence!” Changbin yelled. You rushed to the gap, where Mingi ushered you through first. You didn’t stop running for several blocks, even after the wails and growls of the walkers faded away. You forced the group to stop as you doubled over, coughing and panting heavily. 

“Are you okay?” Yeosang checked on you while rubbing between your shoulder blades.

“What the hell happened?” Mingi asked before you could respond.

“There was, fuck,” you paused to take several deep breaths. Changbin hovered nearby, scanning the area with his hammer slung across his shoulders. “A walker was in one of the cabinets. I didn’t even hear it in there.”

“Let’s just get home,” Changbin intervened when Mingi ground his teeth. “We can talk about it when we get back.” The four of you continued in a light jog, enveloped in a tense silence. Jongho had barely opened the door when San rushed forward, pulling you tightly to his chest. You let out a quiet ‘oof’ but didn’t protest as he shuffled backwards so everyone could get inside. 

“We’ll bring the backpacks to your office,” Yeosang tapped your shoulder as he and Mingi disappeared down the hall. Once San reluctantly let you go, you were immediately wrapped in another hug, this time from Felix. Jisung hopped in, making it a group hug. You peeked around Felix’s shoulder, seeing Yunho and Seonghwa anxiously waiting a few feet away. 

“Is there a line to hug me?” You certainly weren’t complaining, but the sudden affection was definitely confusing.

“Yes,” Seonghwa replied. “We played rock, paper, scissors to decide who goes first.”

“You guys are ridiculous,” your nose scrunched up as you giggled at their antics.

“Maybe, but it’s also my turn.” Yunho shooed away the younger boys, who groaned in protest. You squeaked in surprise as you were swept off your feet. Without thinking, you wrapped your legs around Yunho’s waist, effectively turning you into a koala. Yunho grinned, satisfied by your instinctive reaction, and used one hand to support under your thighs while the other cradled the back of your head. 

“Y/N.” Your eyes widened at Hongjoong’s sharp tone. He marched through the door and right up to you, reaching up to rest his hand on your cheek. “Mingi said you were attacked, that you almost got bit.” 

“What?!” Jisung yelled. Felix lightly smacked his shoulder then gestured for him to lower his volume. Jisung sighed before continuing in a calmer voice. “What happened?”

“I was going through the infirmary in the last tent and there was a walker in one of the cabinets. It knocked me down,” you shrugged. Your nonchalance had Yunho tightening his grip on you. 

“You were alone?!” San glared at Changbin. “You left her alone?”

“We split up to search the communal area. We do it all the time, so–”

“Yeah, we do it,” San interrupted, pointing to himself. “She doesn’t.” He was now pointing at you. A sinking feeling gnawed at the pit of your stomach.

“I’m sorry, dude, but it would’ve been a waste of time for all of us to search the whole tent,” Changbin argued. 

“Oh, you’re sorry? That’s–”

“Enough!” You shouted and wiggled out of Yunho’s hold. “If you’re gonna be mad at someone, then it should be me. I’m the one that suggested splitting up.”

“But still, any of the guys should have said no,” San insisted, wincing as he crossed his arms. 

“Relax your arms, you’ll fuck up your shoulder,” you instructed. He faltered, but moved his hands to his pockets instead. Hongjoong stood behind you, squeezing your shoulder gently.

“I think it would be best if you didn’t go on any more runs,” he sighed with a shake of his head. Your nostrils flared in anger as you slapped the leader’s hand away. Everyone in the room jolted with shock.

“I am not made of fucking glass! All of you need to stop treating me like I’m gonna break at the first sign of trouble,” you scolded while glaring at each of them.

“But–”

“No! No ‘but’s, San. I survived this long and I will continue to survive, which includes everything that you guys do,” you scoffed, poking your tongue into your cheek. “I’m going to sort through my stuff. No one bother me unless someone is actively bleeding.”

“Y/N, wait.” You didn’t stick around to hear what Yunho had to say, storming down the hall and slamming your office door shut. The sound echoed throughout the building.

“Thanks, guys,” Seonghwa retorted sarcastically. “Your idiocy cost me my Y/N hug.”

“Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about?” Hongjoong sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Anyone want to tell me why Y/N is pissed?” Chan questioned as he entered the maintenance room. “She wouldn’t talk to anyone.”

“San and Changbin started arguing and Hongjoong told her that she shouldn’t go on runs anymore,” Seonghwa explained. “She, rightfully, got angry because of them being so overprotective.”

“So you think it’s okay for her to risk her safety?” San raised an eyebrow at Seonghwa.

“We all risk our lives every time we leave this building. My guess is she thinks it’s unfair for everyone else to take that risk while she sits around in safety. She should be able to participate, right, Chan?” Seonghwa expected the group’s eldest to back him up. At his silence, Seonghwa turned to see Chan looking at the ground with a guilty expression.

“Well…”

“Oh, come on,” Seonghwa huffed. “You agree with them?”

“I don’t like the idea of letting her put herself in danger. I mean, walkers are bad enough, but now we also have Garrett’s men to deal with,” Chan admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Right, and I guess we should bundle her up in bubble wrap, too?” Seonghwa continued his snarky rant. “Or how about we hold her hand while she goes to the bathroom?”

“Okay, smartass,” Chris snapped. “Am I supposed to believe that you’re not worried?”

“I am. I’m terrified when any of us go out there,” Seonghwa’s voice softened considerably. “But I trust her, just like I trust all of you. We keep each other safe.” He shrugged, then raised his hands in surrender before disappearing down the hall.

“Um,” Felix spoke up for the first time since the arguments broke out. “I agree with Seonghwa. I think it’s a little silly to keep her cooped up in here.”

“God,” Chris growled. “I hate it so much, but ultimately she’s the one that decides what she does. And if that means going on runs, we’ll just have to be even more careful.”

“Give her time to cool off, but later on we need to apologize. Especially San, Hongjoong, and Changbin,” Yunho advised, shooting pointed looks to the three that caused your outburst. 

“Fine,” San begrudgingly agreed with Hongjoong and Changbin nodding along. 

“We’re all on edge. We need to do a better job communicating. This arguing can’t keep happening, it’ll kill us,” Yunho stated before he, Felix, and Jisung left the maintenance room. The four remaining members stood in a heavy, awkward silence for a bit until Chris cleared his throat, prompting them to disperse.

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Hear me out babes (may I call you babes?)

Declan x reader who is Taggie's friend and has a secret daddy kink..it almost slips out while teasing so Declan makes sure it fully comes out later ;) and maybe some more of that "be the sweet thing we both know you are and take it like a good girl" type shit if ya feel like it? Love you and your writing so much!

daddy

declan o’hara x female reader

summary: you're mocking the way declan's daughter is always calling him daddy, but the teasing only has the two of you discovering something new about your preferences in the bedroom

content: nsfw, 18+, literally just porn with a sprinkle of plot, cursing, daddy kink, risky quickie, teasing, penetration, praise kink, him calling the reader good girl [duh], him calling reader babygirl [idk i blacked out], hair pulling, slightly degrading, kinda rough sex, pull out game strong on this one!

author’s note: you can call me whatever you want when you’re dropping requests like this in my inbox, god damn! i’ve had tons of taggie’s best friend x declan requests lately so i hope this can feed you all– i’m looking directly at the anon who said “what if reader was taggie’s best friend and declan bent her over the closest platform and fucked her brains out.” [fucked her brains out had me on the floor]

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You were having dinner at the O’hara’s for the second time this week. You'd like to say you helped taggie cook, but really you just watched her stride around the kitchen and handed her different ingredients as you talked her ear off. Now, after all her hard work and little boasts of encouragement from you, you were both sat at the kitchen table finishing dinner and laughing. Her father was sat across from you shaking his head at the cackling going on between you and Taggie. You were having a hard time keeping your composure with him only being a few feet away. It was hard to focus- hard to act normal when you knew you’d be sneaking into his room later.

It wasn’t your fault Taggie’s dad was so hot, and it also wasn’t your fault that you'd been hooking up with him.

You weren’t proud of it- in fact you felt guilty for doing something as blatantly wrong as having sex with your best friends dad. But it was Declan. You'd had a massive crush on him since the first time you walked through Taggie's front door. Not to mention his wife recently left and he was walking around all sad and lonely, practically begging you to fuck him out of his sorrowful daze. It wasn't like you were some home wrecker, Declan was the one who had initiated it weeks ago. Pulling you aside after taggie had fallen asleep one night and practically ambushing you with dirty whispers and not so innocent touches. In retrospect you had been doing everything within your power to break him down; so it didn't come as a surprise when he finally gave in to temptation and took you against his bedroom door.

Regardless of who tempted who first, you were now in some kind of relationship. You weren't really sure what it was exactly, all you knew was that you couldn't keep your hands off each other which made things complicated seeing as though his daughter- your best friend- was always right there next to you.

Like right now, she was sitting next to you and chatting with her dad about something that happened earlier and you couldn't be bothered to pay attention. Instead, you were fixated on the man in front of you. Declan was leaned back in his chair, the top two buttons of his shirt undone and all you could do was stare at the exposed skin beneath it.

"You done?" His voice was breaking you out of your trance.

He was leaning forward and reaching for the empty plate in front of you. The grin on his lips told you he knew exactly what had you so zoned-out. In fact, he had probably unbuttoned his shirt on purpose just to tease you.

“It’s alright daddy, i’ve got it” Taggie was chiming in as she stood to her feet, stacking your plates on top of one another and carrying them across the room to the sink.

Daddy, a term of endearment for her father. The word sounded so sweet and innocent coming from her mouth. It was a name she called him frequently and each time she did, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to say it yourself. To use it as so many people often did, in the bedroom.

Now that Taggie was away from the table, you and declan were left sitting across from each other, just staring. An amused smile had taken over your face at Taggie's recently spoken words.

He raised an eyebrow mouthing “what?” in curiosity to the look on your face.

“Nothing… daddy” You were sing-songing almost silently underneath your breath, careful not to let taggie hear.

Declan's brows furrowed and his mouth fell open slightly as if he were about to respond when you abruptly stood from your seat and grabbed the remaining dishes off the table, striding over to join your best friend across the room.

Then, Declan was sitting alone, his mind reeling from hearing you call him that. A name exclusively reserved for his children. He never even thought about what it would sound like to hear it from your lips. But now, it took on an entirely different meaning, the way you said it with your eyes all wide and challenging. It was as if you needed him to put you in your place. declan was accustomed to being in control in the bedroom but that word, “daddy” had him craving the authority that hid beneath its meaning and your submission that came along with it. He needed to hear you say it again. Wanted to hear it as he railed into you from behind with your hair wrapped around his fist.

You were standing with Taggie at the sink and stealing the sponge out of her hand, demanding to do the dishes since she cooked. Then Declan was behind you muttering something about “You’re our guest you’re not doing the dishes” and ushering you both out of the way. This was followed by you retorting, “Guest? I’m here practically every night.” determined to do the chore at hand.

After you and declan argued a bit more over who would do the washing up, taggie gave in, leaving you both to take care of the mess.

She was grabbing a tinfoil covered plate off the counter and waltzing out the front door before either of you could protest. She had promised Lizzie left over bread pudding and told the two of you she would be right back as she walked out the door to their neighbors house.

In taggie’s mind she just left her best friend and her dad to clean up the kitchen while she ran a quick errand– harmless. But the reality of it was much less innocent. In fact, the second taggie was down the driveway declan was pawing at your waist.

“You think it’s funny teasin’ me in front of Tag like that? you’re gonna get us both in trouble.”

You turned slightly so that you were facing each other.

“I’m not the one with my entire chest out.” you were accusing him, finding the third button from his collar and popping it open to match the two preceding it.

“Wish you were” He was chiding playfully as he molded to your touch.

You let your hands explore his exposed chest, gliding over the smooth curls hiding underneath the undone material of his shirt.

“Say it again.” His eyes were burning into you as you traced his collarbones.

His voice was deep and gruff, skipping over the playful tone you had introduced moments before.

“Say wha-“ Your brows were furrowed at his command, confused as to what he wanted you to repeat, and then it hit you.

“Daddy?”

You looked up at him with a devious sparkle in your eye. You were completely joking earlier, just mocking his daughter when you had said it the first time at the dinner table. Never in a million years did you think he would be into that sort of thing. You’d had a lot of sex over the past few weeks, all of it hot and dirty and at times a bit kinky, but the word daddy had never once come up.

“Oh you like that? You filthy old man.” You were giggling, every word fell from your lips in a joking tone, but the look in declan's eyes was far from playful.

You'd seen him wearing that expression before. In fact, the last time he had that unchecked feral look in his eyes, he had three fingers in you, telling you to "take it like a good girl." while your eyes were watering from pleasure.

"Bend over." His words were simply spoken and his eyes were blown wide as he peered down at you.

"Declan-" you were ready to tell him no, that you couldn't, that the risk of getting caught was far grater than the reward of a quick fuck against his kitchen sink.

"I wasn't askin'."

His rough hands slid to your hips, his strong hold on you forcing you to pivot until the front of your body was pushed against the kitchen counter.

"Declan, Taggie-" you were beginning to express your worry of getting caught when he interrupted you, his breath hot on your neck.

"She’ll be gone for at least twenty minutes." He was roaming the expanse of your torso with his big hands, not leaving a single inch of your body untouched.

"We've got plenty of time." His whispers were in your ear as he stood behind you and the invitation of his warm embrace had you falling back into his touch.

"You gonna take it while I bend you over the counter sweetheart?"

This time his voice was taunting as he spoke against your neck. One of his hands was coming down to the hem of your dress, hiking it up to your waist in one quick movement.

"Yes"

You were giving in. You had to. Everything about his hands on your body and his words swimming in your brain made you willing to do anything he wanted– a slave to his touch.

"Yes, what?" The teasing tone was back in his words as he coerced you into saying the one word he desperately needed to hear. His fingertips were pushing between your legs running over the embarrassingly damp material of your underwear.

"Yes daddy."

As soon as you said it, the gentle touch of his fingertips against your clothed core turned into a firm grip. His palm was flat on your cunt as he cupped your heat, and the friction of it had you biting back a squeal.

"There you go."

He was so satisfied by the feeling of having your body in his grasp- all bent over for him, that he let you have a little taste of your own satisfaction. He was hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down, replacing the lace material with the pads of his fingertips as they played in the mess of arousal gathering there.

"This all for me sweet girl?"

He was cooing in your ear, with his fingers painstakingly gliding over your opening.

You were whispering out a hushed, "yes" in hopes that he would finally fill you with something. You were desperate for relief and knew Taggie would be back soon.

"What’s that? Couldn’t here ya."

He was enjoying himself, teasing as you were submitting to his every whim.

"Declan, we have to hurry." You were mumbling through a moan as your back arched, reminding the man behind you that you were meant to be racing against the clock of his daughter's inevitable return.

“What happened to my pretty little obedient girl huh? Not very nice to rush me.” As he spoke you felt his touch vanish from between your bodies.

A pitiful noise erupted from your mouth at the loss of his touch on you.

"Declan..." You meant for this name to come out as a stern warning but instead it was just another deplorable whine, and he still wasn't touching you. It was as if he were waiting for something. Waiting for you to be compliant with his need for dominance.

"Please daddy, I'll be good for you." You were mustering up the sweetest little voice you could manage and pushing your ass into his crotch.

"I promise." you were purring out a vow of compliance as you looked over your shoulder at Declan.

The second your eyes found his all filled with innocence, it was a wrap.

He was working at his pants in a frenzy, quick to get them off so he could line himself up with your center that was exposed and ready– all for him.

Your gaze was once again fixed forward but you could feel Declan's length at your backside threatening to finally push into you.

You were getting ready to say something– anything– when a surprised yelp escaped your lips.

He had plunged his cock all the way into you in one swift movement. The wetness already drowning your core was enough to let his member slip right in and slide deep inside, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Yeah? Gonna be good?" He was huffing out as his hands gripped onto your hips, hard.

"My good fuckin' girl." His voice was a groan as he pulled your hips back to meet his over and over again, his cock diving into you with each movement.

One of his hands was letting go of your hips and sliding up your body until you felt him intertwining his fingers in your hair and gently pulling at it as he buried himself deeper with each thrust. The slight yank of your hair causing a perverse moan to seep from your mouth.

Your lewd noise made Declan's pace quicken as he bottomed out with every thrust.

"You like it when daddy pulls your hair like that huh baby?"

He was relishing in the pleasure of your walls wrapped tightly around his cock and the power he had over you in this position. The surge of control was bringing out the most unholy parts of him, causing filthy words to fall from his tongue.

And with each word off his lips you could feel your walls clenching harder around him and your body tensing in anticipation.

"Fuck- are you gonna come already?" Declan could feel the way you were squeezing and squirming against him, he knew exactly how your body reacted to him when you were on the verge of release.

"That's pathetic baby."

His voice was jeering as he reached around your body and placed the smallest amount of pressure over your clit with the pad of his index finger. The careful touch was especially surprising to you given the way he was currently pounding into you from behind. Everything about the contrasting sensations had your abdomen burning with pleasure.

"Gonna give it to me sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl for me?" His voice was spilling out of him in the most sinful groan.

you were whining out a "yes daddy" as he continued driving into you, simultaneously pushing your hips back to meet each of his relentless thrusts.

it was all too much; his attentive strokes to your clit, his tight grip in your hair, his unyielding pace as he filled you with every inch of him. You could feel the tension building in your body ready to snap, and your legs threatened to give out underneath you.

Bracing yourself against the kitchen counter, you pressed your forearms against the cool surface.

"That's it babygirl." Declan's sinful chants were filling your ears as you allowed your release to wash over you. White hot pleasure shot through your entire body as you folded even further over the kitchen sink.

"There's my good girl."

His praise was a low murmur as he took in the way you were melting into him with relief. Your body gave into him completely as your grip around his cock tightened.

"Fuck look at you."

The astonishment in his voice made yet another pitiful whine slip past your lips. You were still trembling as he continued thrusting into you, his movements much slower than before.

"Came so fast. Ya needed me that bad babygirl?"

You couldn't bring yourself to speak, instead you just nodded your head pathetically as you remained slumped against the countertop.

"So fuckin' tight sweetheart." He was marveling at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him like a warm perverted hug.

He was picking the pace of his thrusts back up, unable to keep himself from giving in to how good it felt to have you bent over for him with your mind all dazed and your cunt pulsing.

With one hand pulling at your hair and the other grabbing at your waist, Declan was practically slamming himself into you, the breathy groans leaving his throat made your head spin.

"Feels so good daddy." You were mewling out a statement of flattery for the man currently ruining you, hoping your words held the same power of his.

Judging by the way his thrusts ceased and the fact that he was pulling out of you in mere seconds, your use of his new favorite nickname must've pushed him right over the edge.

He was using the hand at your waist to gather your dress higher on your body, ensuring that his eventual mess wouldn't ruin the material.

Thick, hot strands of come came pulsing out of him, covering his own fist and the exposed skin of your lower back. He fought to keep his eyes open as his orgasm pushed through him, watching the way his load spilled over your body.

You were both regulating your nervous systems and sharing a few smitten chuckles as Declan grabbed a nearby dishtowel to wipe away the evidence of your shared debauchery.

After a few minutes of normality and washing dishes, you watched through the kitchen window as Taggie made her way back up the driveway.

You and Declan shared one last brazen smile before going back to being nothing more than acquaintances.

"I'm back!" Taggie's voice filled the Priory like a song as she came bounding in the front door.

She entered the kitchen with a smile on her face as she took in the cleanliness of her surroundings, somehow you and Declan had managed to finish washing up after he fucked you over the kitchen counter.

"Look at that! My heroes." Taggie was exclaiming as she pulled you both into a loose embrace, you on her left and Declan on her right.

She proceeded to grab you by the forearm pulling you away from her father and toward the doorway of the kitchen; taking you back for herself so the two of you could go gossip and listen to music in her room.

"Oh daddy, Lizzie says hi by the way!" She was speaking to her father right as you were about to exit the room, and you couldn't help the smirk that found its way to your lips.

Declan's eyes found yours at the sound of the word and both of you were fighting back a laugh as Taggie hauled you to the stairs.

my masterlist

[babyjinsu]

[r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard] you don't give a fuck about me, but i still do.

PAIRING ⟢ seunghan hong x fem!reader

GENRE ⟢ reddit au, oneshots, written, angst

CW ⟢ the use of "bitch" and "slut", he sounds like he's going to murder you icl, kind of dark? seunghan doesn't know if he hates reader or he still loves her so it's lowkey everywhere n messed up, implied cheating

SYNOPSIS ⟢ a heartbroken ex boyfriend expresses his deep hatred and his love for his ex girlfriend on r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard.

💭 seunghan is crazy here...

[r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard] you don't give a fuck about me, but i still do. posted by u/hanseung • 19h ago

i'm such a fucking idiot. i don't even know why i'm writing this knowing you won't read, and even if you do, you couldn't be bothered to give a single shit. nothing about me has ever mattered to you because you're just a selfish little bitch.

i don't know why it took me so fucking long to notice and realise (or maybe i always fucking have but i'm just too delusional) why you were always looking at him and how your stupid eyes never settled or lingered on me the way mine did on you. i wanted to believe what we had was real so maybe that's why i was constantly ignoring the warning signs. i really shouldn't have.

i still think at one point you loved me, but not in the same way i loved you.

i loved you so so much... and the worst part? i still fucking do yn. i would've done so much for you and us if you could just love me fully-heartedly. or at least fucking pretend to?? we were 'together' for 2 fucking years for fuck's sake, you could've just continued that act and we can all be happy instead of being a fucking slut.

this whole time i was just a placeholder while you waited for him to be available. your heart belonged to someone else this whole time. and out of everyone, it just had to be my fucking brother? seriously yn? you couldn't choose other people besides my own brother?

i don't think you know what that does to a person. but knowing you, i know you do but you're just a snobby little spoiled bitch who only thinks of herself. i bet you fucking wish the i love yous that i whispered were from my brother. the nights we spent together too? did you picture his face when you look at me because we look similar? how many times did you almost moan out his name instead of mine?

i want to hate you sooooo fucking much yn. i don't deserve this kind of love from anyone, much more from a cheating bitch like you. you're such a horrible person, and i hope karma bites your ass back. i hope nothing in your life goes right and it destroys you, and you'll realise that it is all thanks to me. i'm praying for your fucking downfall yn. you will never be loved the way i loved you.

since i've said too much anyway, i just want to let you know that i look for you in other girls. sometimes i don't do it on purpose, sometimes it's a pattern. i look for pieces of you and let myself believe that this time i can make it work. and when it hurts them, i want you to know it's all your fucking fault yn. you made me the person i am today. it's all your fault. you will live and carry the pain of these girls that i've emotionally hurt.

you never had to grieve me because you were never mine in the first place. but i was yours. my whole being was yours. i practically fucking devoted my life to you. i rejected snu to enroll yonsei with you AND my brother. the fuck yn... did you use witchcraft on me?

i was just some guy you were with to get closer with my brother, and congratulations on accomplishing that mission. hope you know that when you guys are married, we'll still be seeing each other for christmas, new years, holidays, and celebrations to come. you'll never fully get rid of me yn.

you don't give a fuck about me but i still do. and i bet that boosts your ego you bitch.

💭 well... ◡̈

[sorenphelps]

🦕 emergency🦖

a comic with very sloppy colouring which happens right after this ficlet, and right before this one, both written by @goldenlionprince for The Bodyguard AU. I originally wanted to add a second page, but it's mostly dialogue, so I attempted to write it instead. It's about 500 words, and should be read after the above comic page. Thanks for the beta @neverenoughmarauders. Also tagging @lovelymasks & @diamondmeadow.

“It is real and I just can't keep it under control anymore, okay? Yesterday he kissed me and I let him! I should be focused on his safety, but I... If he hadn't stopped I don't think I would have... I mean, I slept with my gun out of reach, damnit! What if someone attacked us?! And it's not just that I'm overworked and underfucked, it’s more like I actually... I want a relationship?... But I can't... You know me, I'm just not cut out for this, I shouldn’t...” Sirius says desperately without taking a single breath.  Remus is still a little angry at him for making him so worried and rush to the museum, but his friend asks for his help so he will try his best. Sirius looks quite concerned after all. “Okay, take a breath and calm down. You know that having emotions is normal human behaviour, right? And contrary to popular belief, you are also just a mere human.” “Oh yeah, thank you for reminding me that he’s way out of my league!” Sirius snaps at him. “Oh, come on, we all know that’s not true!” Remus snaps back. “If you are so worried about your feelings, maybe you should just find yourself a hobby instead? Ever thought about doing pottery?”  Remus knows he’s acting like a little shit, but you can’t deny a man his pleasures. Plus it is sure to anger Sirius. Ironically, anger can clear his mind better than logical reasoning in stressful situations. “That is precisely all I am doing! Come on, Remus, haven’t you paid any attention to what I’ve been saying?!”  Sirius runs his fingers through his hair nervously, notices the familiarity of the movement, and again, starts thinking about James. He really is a goner. He lets out a frustrated grunt. “Look, I’m sorry for using the dino code, but I really need your help.” “All right. How can I help you though? If you want an emotional support plushie, I’m afraid you have to buy that yourself, but I promise I won’t tell the cashier that it is not actually a gift for your imaginary 5-years-old nephew. I can’t really make you fall out of love, but I can make you another emergency package with some books about love and a few packs of condoms. I can also talk you through it, or just silently let you figure it out yourself, while we look at some fossils. Or you can come home with me and help me finish folding the laundry.” “That's what you had to abandon? Wow, Lupin, I almost felt bad for a moment for interrupting your schedule of very important tasks with my problem.”  He looks a little less stressed, but it only lasts until they cover the possibility of a relationship again. “I really want this, Remus, but… How do I not fuck this up so badly that he ends up running away to marry my cousin?!..” “Don’t be dramatic, you already ran out of available cousins to marry.” “Marry my brother then…” “Don’t be ridiculous, they haven't even spoken a word to each other, besides the only thing they have in common is you… Calm down, and use that big brain of yours to figure out what you really want. Then we can think about how to make that happen, okay?”

[loverboykirstein]

After biting the bullet i just need to ask for more sam🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ im in love with the way u wrote it.

Preferably with dom sam and afab reader. If u write stuff like it maybe some high confessions to esch other that turn into smut. The thought of sam doing everything to pleasure her outside of sex but him being quite greedy while doing it makes me go crazy so if it could be something like this, i would actually marry u in an instant😭

I never requested anything like this so i hope this is okey!! If u have some questions please please text me about it🙇‍♀️ i hope u have a lovely day whenever u may see this and thank u for your writing.

hello my love, ask and you shall receive ᯓᡣ𐭩

smoke sessions // dom!sam

sam (sdv) x afab!reader

wc: 7832

mdni -> unprotected sex, overstimulation, referenced past trauma/ab*sive relationships, teasing, oral (f receiving), drug use (marijuana)

*** it wasn’t until your story was over that you realized how much you had smoked, way more than you had told yourself you would, everything moving just a little bit slower. 

he had already rolled another, kept his eyes locked on you as he grabbed two small bottles of wine out of your fridge, scratching the roots of your hair for a split second on his way back to his too-close position on your worn out couch. 

your drowsy eyes lingering too long on him, heartbeat in your throat as you caught his, staring back at you with those stupid eyes and that stupid face and you couldn’t figure out why it was suddenly so hot in the room and why your hands were kind of clammy and- 

oh. oh. 

fuck. 

“so,” he finally blinked, snapping the rubber band on his wrist. 

“so,” you giggled, unable to help the sheer amount of nervousness running through you, like a teenager in… 

…love…? ***

 ᥫ᭡。

★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆

“good GOD sam what the FUCK?!” you yelled at him, half to tears as you held your purple sword between the two of you. 

eyes puffy and red, voice cracking as your fragile hands struggled with the weight of crashing adrenaline. 

“two thing- three things,” he sighed, kicking his shoes off and lining them up by the door. 

“one, since when have you had this fucking beast,” he laughed, taking your sword from your hands and placing it back by your door. 

“two, you gave me a key to your house, dumbass,” you looked at his keys, still in the door. classic. no wonder he just now came around. 

“three, since when do you not answer your phone?”. 

ah. that thing. 

“actually, one more thing, why the hell are you crying?” 

damn it. 

“sam i-”. 

“also, when was the last time you ate? or showered or-”

“sam i kno-”. 

“you scared me half to death you kn-”. 

“SAMSON,”. 

you had never once raised your voice at him, or anyone in the valley for that matter. you scared yourself, covering your face as soon as you said it. 

looking at each other like a deer in the headlights, frozen in time. 

“i’m sorry i-” you started the clock again, gravity no longer struggling against the weight of the silence your cabin held. 

“no no im sorry i shouldn’t have i-” he sighed, turning around and walking out your front door. 

fuck. fuck fuck fuck. why do i fucking ruin everything every goddamn ti- 

three knocks on your door, not even fully closed, stopping your tears from falling again. 

“hi, can i come in?” he poked his head around the opening, shit eating grin plastered on his face. 

all you could do was laugh, the first time you had laughed in a while. in a long fucking time. 

you waved him in, body already heavy enough on its own, begging to be held in the corner of your couch, not even bothering to make the trek to your bedroom most nights. 

“can we start with one question at a time?” he practically pleaded, the softest you had heard his voice in months. 

a silent nod, not even bothering to sit up all the way. 

you didn’t want to answer anything, you didn’t want to talk at all. 

“where have you been?” you could feel the pain in his voice, nearly snapping like a string pulled too tight, strummed one too many times. 

“aw not even gonna ask me about my sword? lame,” you huffed, hoping you would be able to avoid the inevitable just a little bit longer. 

“okay fine, since when have you had that fucking beast?” 

a small tug on your lips, knowing he would eventually always come around and cave in. 

you found the strength to sit up, knowing his favorite stories were yours from the mines. his eyes would always glimmer, the most animated faces that could bring a laugh out of anyone, even George. 

“wait- before you start, you down?” he held up his fake headphone case, and you knew exactly what he had brought. 

“sam you are god in the flesh yes please,”. 

he raised an eyebrow at you, a small laugh under his breath as he unzipped the case that you knew would bring an ounce of relief, one that wouldn’t leave you begging for mercy and ginger ale as you opened your eyes. 

was it the best idea? probably not. your self-inflected cage near impossible to hold on to, each drag another lock undone. 

your mouth moved faster than your brain, begging soul and childish heart trying to take their chance at escape.

 to be heard, by more than tile in your shower, by more than your chickens who obviously didn’t know what you were ever saying. by the seeds you planted, the rocks you broke open. by someone. 

i can keep it together. yeah, a couple drags won’t hurt. just enough to stop crying for a bit. that’s the last thing he needs to see. 

“here,” he handed you the perfectly wrapped blunt, sealed with a swipe of his tongue and calloused fingertips. 

his hands a little shaky, silver rings along his fingers worn from prolonged wear, same tarnished look as the bracelets you’d never once seen him take off. 

“you got a light?” you asked, looking around to see if you had one lying around, too lazy to make a designated home for most of the things inside your near empty cabin. 

in a single flick of his thumb, the lighter you gifted him on a whim ignited in his hand. wrapped in a watercolor mix of blues and greens, the same colors as his eyes. 

he never put two and two together,  but when Pam had stopped by the only liquor store between the valley and the desert, of course you joined her. 

met at the counter with a few snacks you hoped would keep you awake in the mines, as well as some drinks for after,  the colors flashed in the corner of your eye, placing it in front of the weathered cashier before she could tell you your total. 

you couldn’t figure out why you bought it so quickly until you saw him next, mouth running dry at the thought. you hadn’t done that for sebastian, or abigail, for anyone, and you weren’t nearly as close to him as you were to his best friends. well, at the time. 

before the concert happened, the four of you were nearly inseparable. rushing to get your farm work done by the early afternoon, enough time to yourself before you would all settle in sebastian’s room, nearly yelling at each other over a never ending game at his table. 

that’s when things flipped upside down, sideways, and every which way other than level, fight or flight activated since. a mix of both, really, settling on a third option of avoidance and breakdown, burying yourself in the hole you didn’t realize you were almost out of. 

a hastily written letter in your mailbox, stating you had to be at the bus stop by 4, no later, plans for the day flipped upside down. 

you hadn’t been to a concert in forever, and for their band? you wouldn’t miss that for the world. 

it didn’t help that there was something different about him when he was on stage, a sultry kind of confidence that made your heart beat funny and your stomach flip. 

comfortable, like he really did belong on a stage, born for it. eyes glued to yours for a little too long, verses ending in near whines, others in heart wrenching screams, the truest form of him you had ever seen. 

that stupid smirk on his face as he did it, really selling the show. he was made for it, it came naturally. you weren’t sure how the other girls at the show weren’t fawning over him, hoping to grab his attention and sneak backstage. 

when he pulled his eyes off you to focus on his bright red guitar, energy radiating off of him as if he couldn’t stay still for a second longer, even if he tried, you were startled back to the present. 

a slight weight on your chest when the air finally came back to your lungs, as if you had been holding it that whole time. 

a tingling under your skin, fingertips buzzing with god knows what, surely just the reverberation from the speakers, right? 

too lost in the show to remember you were in a crowd, just about everyone to your back. guard down, brain fuzzy. 

disappointed that their set ended so soon, or it at least felt like it did, the three of them walking behind the curtain and out of your sight. 

then he tapped your shoulder before you could even turn around, the one who pushed you to the valley in the first place. 

the final straw, leaving with your phone and your wallet, and anything of importance inside a single duffle bag, you took the key from the letter you finally unsealed at your desk. 

you wished you had opened it so much sooner, to visit him in his fragile state, hell to see him for the first time in over a decade. but he still managed to mail you that letter, somehow figuring out the correct address. 

you didn’t open the letter until you felt like it, forgetting it in your desk drawer as it was the only place you could keep anything mostly private. 

a locked journal, grandpa’s letter, and a mess of papers and sticky notes, poor attempts at keeping your work in some kind of order, too many projects and a skeleton crew. all about profit, don’t give a single shit about us, figures. 

one fight too many, the lowest blows he had ever thrown your way. you would have sworn you killed a man with the way he spoke down to you, all because he found out your new supervisor was a younger man. 

it didn’t matter that you explained he didn’t even live in Zuzu, had a beautiful family, and had only spoken to you via email, you were ruining everything. 

you were the problem, the worst disease the universe had ever known, an ungrateful liar who was lucky to have him. 

you mirrored your mother too much, or maybe your father, a disappointment at best, too broken and scarred to be loved by anything at all. let alone sincerely. 

you were too difficult, too much. emotional, crazy, worthless. and you were lucky to have him, after all he swore up and down that he was the only one who would ever put up with you. 

the words you could eat, swallow them down, throw them up behind closed doors. they would spill out mixed with bile and tears, the bathroom fan and shower running to hide enough of the noise. 

a never ending cycle, to sit down, shut up, and learn your place. to do as you were told, to look the way you were told, to be what you were told. but when his palm swiped clear across your face, you couldn’t stomach it. 

you were just so easy to mold into whatever he pleased, never given the chance to grow a spine, just a bundle of nerves and blood on the floor. 

living in greyscale, you weren’t even sure if you were alive. and you weren’t exactly sure if you wanted to be. 

so when a year of color, vibrant and warm, shut down at the turn of your head, so did you. 

you had nearly forgotten entirely, building yourself up, to some degree at least. able to walk, to get out of bed every day, to do things you never thought possible. a fairytale, in a way. 

“long time no see, huh?” his eyes were the same swirling mess you remembered, each word pulling out another vertebrae of your makeshift spine you built without direction. 

linked in all the wrong places, nerves all jumbled up. and it hurt like a goddamn bitch to have them pulled out so rough, shattering in his grasp. 

“didn’t think you could leave forever, could you? blocking all my numbers only got you so far. see you’ve turned into quite the whore haven’t you? did i teach you nothing?” 

circling, spinning, dizzy, fainting, everything in between and nothing at all. you didn’t know where you were, devoid of color and vision blurred no matter how fucking hard you tried. 

lungs empty, collapsing as he clawed his way through your chest to break you down again. 

you couldn’t remember how, or when you got back to the valley, all you could do was mimic other forms, using the chatter of the people who accepted you as one of them, poorly shoving yourself into a unrecognizable form scarred to the brink of death. 

you had lied to sam over and over and over, saying you had come down with something, you had a lot of stuff to catch up on, any half-assed excuse you could to hide your truest form away. 

to slip back into all your bad habits, only taking enough time to do the bare necessities for the farm and the animals, not bothering with much else. 

too much happening to begin to comprehend, endless pit of dread  on top of so many feelings that left you confused and scared in a good way, sam’s unwavering stare on that stage replaying over and over, so many conflicting wires that your system crashed and all the circuits burned out. 

blocking every number until your ears nearly bled, over and over and over, unknown numbers driving you insane. 

paranoid that he would find you, that a piece of him had followed you, it was just too fucking much. 

you didn’t even know how long it had really been, a week, a month? 

you didn’t feel human anymore, you hadn’t since that earth shattering ending. 

but there it was, color, in the form of flame illuminating the eyes that matched the vessel in his hand, waiting for you to lean in and pull the smoke in. 

frozen, blunt between your shaking fingers, your ears stopped their ringing. 

“are you-” he tilted his head to the side, eyebrows slightly pulled together as he watched your face with so much intent. 

blinking hard, remembering that he couldn’t read your mind, that you were probably freaking him out for no good reason, you nodded your head and brought the kindest of offerings to your lips. 

“you’re a shit liar, i hope you know that,” he almost laughed, that stupid fucking smile on his face as he watched yours, and you swore you burned alive on the spot. 

hyper focused, holding that damned lighter to the end, watching as you pulled the smoke in, filling your lungs you didn’t think you had anymore. 

trying your best to remember to take it slow, handing it off to him after your first long inhale, the sweetest hint of vanilla at the end. 

he remembered? 

it was the same taste as it was that first time you hung out for real, out by the quarry for no good reason. just talking, so much talking, hands in pockets and steps slow, following nothing at all, just the urge to keep silence at bay a little bit longer. 

that evening a core memory, all happy afterwards. the first time you weren’t carrying around the weight of disaster on your shoulders, on your chest. 

“alright, nowwwww,” he said through some heavy breathing, smoke held for a little too long. 

“okay, okay fine,”. 

you tried your best to make the tale exciting, about the serpents you fought and how you found that first prismatic shard. 

that there was some sort of magic in the desert, a hint left on the cave walls to make an offering to whoever was out there, the best sword you had ever laid eyes on. 

was the purple a little obnoxious? sure, but it was also a reminder of your strength, at least enough to find one of the rarest minerals out there, something you were able to do on your own. 

it wasn’t until your story was over that you realized how much you had smoked, way more than you had told yourself you would, everything moving just a little bit slower. 

he had already rolled another, kept his eyes locked on you as he grabbed two small bottles of wine out of your fridge, scratching the roots of your hair for a split second on his way back to his too-close position on your worn out couch. 

your drowsy eyes lingering too long on him, heartbeat in your throat as you caught his, staring back at you with those stupid eyes and that stupid face and you couldn’t figure out why it was suddenly so hot in the room and why your hands were kind of clammy and- 

oh. oh. 

fuck. 

“so,” he finally blinked, snapping the rubber band on his wrist. 

“so,” you giggled, unable to help the sheer amount of nervousness running through you, like a teenager in… 

…love…? 

“listen, i’m sorry i scared you, i really didn’t mean to, i just got worried, y’know?” he shrugged, clouded in what seemed like…embarrassment? 

“it’s okay, i should have told you, i-”

“did i do something wrong? if i said something you should’ve just slapped me or something y-”

“no, no no, it wasn’t anything you did, i promise,” you grabbed his hand, like it was an instinct or something, trying your best to make it clear to him that it really wasn’t his fault at all. 

it made your stomach flutter, brain stop working for a second. you dropped it after a second too long, clearing your throat after. 

“what’s going on, then? i can’t just sit here and know somethings wrong and not at least try and do something, i just-”

“okay, okay, but you keep this between us okay?” your eyes pleaded, begging him to keep that part of you away from everyone, everything. 

what am i doing? 

“yes ma’am,” he nodded, nothing but seriousness in his voice, adjusting towards you to express his full attention, something he could rarely do. 

unable to meet his eyes, you worked up the nerve, or whatever it was holding you back, to yank on the string holding your pride together. you placed it in his hand, unraveled, bloodied, gone for good. 

it wasn’t linear, a jumbled mess of words spilling out faster than you could catch them. every syllable foreign to you, telling some sort of story that didn’t seem to have much plot, back and forth between before and after, you weren’t even sure. 

you were so fucking scared, never telling a soul about the years you spent in your own little hell, never even bothering to ask for help.

so small, so frail, spilling out all the nastiest parts of your memory, your being, onto your living room floor. a mess you weren’t sure how to clean up, stains permanent in the hardwood. 

but through it all you were so busy thinking about the nerves that wracked through you, suffocated by his fixated stare, holding that stupid string to your pride so delicately in his hand, just in case you wanted it back. 

you knew you couldn’t have it back, too deformed in your gutted state, embarrassed and ashamed of who you claimed to be, fraudulent identity and all. 

but it wasn’t the way your vocal cords spit the leftover bits of your soul out, it was realizing how close he was, and how the way he was looking at you made you feel hot. 

how grabbing his hand for a moment in time made you feel awkward, catching you off guard. 

the overwhelming heat of it all, face scalding, stammering your words into makeshift sentences, if you could even call them that. 

“so, um, yeah. als-” don’t say anything else don’t don’t don’t. 

“you’ve been here this whole time, alone, and petrified? you know i would’ve come stay with you, or help on the farm or something,” he spoke soft and stern, a bubbly sort of mix that made you hiccup. “he lives in Zuzu? what part?” 

his eyes squinted a little, knuckles white in angered fists, unnoticed before. how long have they been like that? 

“south side, right off the main highway. kinda by the..” 

right by the skatepark. 

“skatepark”. 

you nodded silently, connecting the fact that they probably know each other. 

“i’ll take care of it. don’t worry,”. he handed you a gentle smile, a cover up for his tensed jaw and hard blinks. “and i’ll get’cha a new phone, number, all that good stuff, m’kay,”. 

he’s just…being really nice? 

you tried your best to ignore that same feeling bubbling in your chest, the butterflies, the tingling in your fingers, the nerves. 

“you don’t have to, it’s okay i really sh-”

“hush. let me take care of you,”. 

seven words that melted into you on contact, seeping into your bloodstream like chaos. 

he…wants to take care…of me? 

“sam i-”

“ah ah ah- shush, missy,”. he inched a little closer, pointing a playful finger in your face, just to tap it on the tip of your nose. 

he’s…fuck what the hell is going on with me? 

“i want to take care of you, i’d walk to the ends of the damn earth if it meant you didn’t go MIA again,”. 

where is this coming from? am i hearing things? 

“you’ve carried all…this…your whole life. let me help, ‘kay?” 

how do i set it down? how do i let you take this knowing how hard it is to bear? 

why do you care so much? 

don’t you have your own things to worry about? what about vincent? your dad? yourself? 

for me? i haven’t done anything in return, i just, what is going ON. 

“i care because-” 

oh my god did i say that out loud ?

“yes, you did, can you listen to me for a minute, angel?” 

angel? who- i- wait a minute. 

“hey, look at me,” he grabbed your hand, mirroring your grasp from earlier, except his was steady and strong, no sign of letting go. 

“listen, i didn’t want to ruin anything, but i-”

oh my god i’m fucking- 

“sam i think im in love with you,”. 

shit. 

out of breath, startled, frozen in fear at your lack of restraint, lack of control. first you hand him your pride, and then admit what you’d been pushing down this whole time? 

so desperate to be heard, and he had open ears the whole time. 

you didn’t want to be a burden, the one who only always brought the mood down, the one everyone felt like they needed to worry about. choosing to push it down, push it away, so that they didn’t. 

but you’d been pushing this down too, nervous system sounding the alarms when feelings that even resembled something romantic began to surface, real or not. 

you denied every comment from abigail, seb, alex, even vincent, thinking they were just trying to set you up because you guys got along. 

really well. 

and hung out all the time. 

but this, you at your lowest, pride removed, walls crumbled, truest form you could show, mixed with a mouth that ran a little bit faster than your brain did, overflowing before you even knew what you were saying. 

your hand still in his, breath held as you waited for one of two life altering answers. to keep him by you, or for things to be uncomfortable from this moment forward. 

what the fuck was i thinking? what if he doesn’t feel the same? oh god what about penny- god am i a fucking moron? 

“oh thank fucking god,” he sighed, yanking you from your awkward distance from him to his lap, the tightest hug ever known, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 

in something near fantasy, the gravity stopped again, but this time to watch as its work finally paid off, no longer playing tug of war with your souls to make one of you confess. 

wrapping your fingers in his hair at the base of his head, praying that nothing would tear him away even if the entire valley was on fire. 

“i don’t think you know how long i’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” his breath tickled the exposed skin of your neck, pulling nothing but a few small giggles out of your chest. 

“mmm since you were eye-fucking me at the show?” you don’t know where this buzzing confidence came from, another sentence too fast for your rationale to halt. 

“well yes, but, more like right after that night at the quarry,”. 

“that was like, almost a year ago!” you pulled back to get a look at his face, hoping it would be a blushing mess, that you would get to see that beaming smile you loved so dearly. 

your drawback reluctantly pulling him away from your skin, his face was cocky. 

“i know,” he said it so, certain, like you just told him the sky was blue. “i knew you’d be mine. didn’t have to rush a thing,”. 

“oh? and how’d you know that?” you tilted your head a little to the side, eyebrow raised, acting like you didn’t feel the same, that you do remember that night like it was yesterday. 

“oh please,” he rolled his eyes, drama queen, “you think i couldn’t tell?” 

“oh what ever,” you scoffed, unaware that you were really doing anything to make it obvious, hell it wasn’t even obvious to you. 

“you’re cute,” he kissed the tip of your nose, pulling you back in as if he was afraid to lose you, arms wrapped so tight that it felt like he was putting you back together. 

“shush,” you mumbled into his ear, breath hot on his neck, swearing you felt him shiver at the feeling. 

“mmm, nah, don’t think so,” you felt him pinch at your sides a little, making you squirm around in his lap a little too much, your giggles filling his heart to the brim, spilling over and filling his lungs with such warmth he didn’t know how to contain it. 

but he knew what he was doing, knowing you were ticklish at the sides, holding back a faint groan at the innocence of your actions, the mild amount of friction making his stoned brain all fuzzy. 

first, you said those words he had been dying to hear, second, here you were in his lap, giggling into his ear and hips flush with his. 

he couldn’t stop it, the tent in his pants obvious in a matter of seconds. 

and of course you couldn’t hold back the slight gasp as you felt it press against you, the smallest little moan as you settled into it. 

the two of you sat in silence for a moment, waiting for the other to say something, to do something. 

making up his mind, his hands gripped your hips hard, moving your achy little cunt against his length. 

a hum reverberated in your chest, settling into the slow ruts, his hands guiding the way. 

“feel good, princess?” his voice an octave lower, settling perfectly down in your core. 

“mhmm,” you tried to go a little faster, a little harder, something. “wan’ more,”. 

“yeah? use your words baby,”. his grip in full control, holding back your attempt to satiate the need that seemingly came out of nowhere. 

you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been touched by someone else, just the occasional work of your fingers as your mind wandered, letting it take you wherever it wanted. 

being high, being nervous made it feel all the more overwhelming, body encased in his scent and subtly dominate disposition. 

“wan’ more of you, please,”. 

he let your hips roll harder, longer, just a few times before he held you still again, frustrated whimper spilling from your lips. 

“sammyyy, quit bein’ mean,”. his grip too firm, too steady, nothing but a devilish giggle in his throat. 

“you sure you wanna do this, sweetheart?” 

you could tell his restraint was slipping, needing those words of approval from you before he made you his, before he gave into his greedy nature and take what was his all along. 

“yes, please sammy, wanna feel ya,”. 

you didn’t recognize yourself, begging with such pity that his eyes grew tenfold, tummy pulling tight at the complete control you handed him so easily. 

one swift move, pushing himself off the couch while wrapping your legs around him, your giggles bouncing around in his skull at a million miles an hour. 

he moved with such haste, desperate to hear you, to feel you, to see you fall apart under him, to claim you for good. 

he laid you down on your bed, gently resting your frame against the plush mattress. the only light in the room was your bedside lamp and the moonlight seeping through your windows, the two of you the only bodies left on earth. 

“promise you’ll be good f’me?” he purred in your ear, fingertips dancing on your thighs. 

“mhm, i will,”. nodding with frustration, willing to do just about anything to satiate the fire already consuming your walls, twitching around nothing at all. 

your beady eyes so innocently begging, completely unaware of the man you were bringing out of him, something downright feral. 

“good girl,” he swiped his tongue across his top teeth, sharpened canines shimmering under the dim lights. 

the phrase stirred something up inside you, eyes wide and pleading, body his. 

crawling on top of you, he pulled you up the mattress, looking down at the exposed skin of your tummy, the sudden tightness of your shirt barely hiding a thing. 

his hand brushing up against your clothed clit, just enough pressure to make the frustration slither down to the tips of your toes. 

“sammyyy,” you whined with a puppy dog stare, bottom lip jutted to really sell it to him. 

“yes?” that stupid smirk on his face, every move calculated as if he’d rehearsed it a hundred times over. 

“please touch me,”. you couldn’t sound any more desperate, almost pathetic, just the way he wanted you. 

“i am touching you, my love,”. 

his purrs were criminal, so thick that it saturated your bloodstream, your brain forced into slow motion. 

“asshole,” you whimpered, trying to grab his wrist and move him where you wanted, too desperate to play the teasing game. 

“excuse me?” he shook his wrist free, grabbing the sides of your face and forcing you to look into the blown out pupils of his, so sickeningly exciting. “that’s not how we get what we want now, is it?” 

“i know you want it too,” you kept whining, eyes glossy in need, pushing your thighs together in hopes it would do something. 

“be careful what you wish for, darling,”. the laugh he barely let out was almost sinister, he knew how badly you wanted it, and how he was going to abuse that. 

he sat up straight, yanking your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion, pushing one of your thighs open with his knee that was once at your side. 

your top teeth bruising your bottom lip, holding back a giggle that was mixed with every emotion you could think of, all of it bubbling in your chest. 

the middle finger of his right hand swiping up your slit as he came back down, greedy lips wanting yours again. 

your body melting into his touch, gentle traces driving you fucking. insane. 

“more-” you tried to beg through his feverish kisses, barely giving you enough room to breathe. so in unison, in tune, made for each other. 

as he swallowed up your words, you felt his long finger dip inside you, just past your begging hole that was so desperate to be filled. 

your whimpers settling on his tongue, sweet enough to give him a sugar rush, to make him crave so much more, you were driving him insane. 

the amount of nights he had fucked his fist to the idea of you, to the sight of you in that too-short skirt you wore at the festival of the moonlight jellies, ocean breeze exposing just a little too much, completely unknowing. 

the way the dress you adorned on spirits eve pushed your tits up, nearly spilling out as he jumpscared you in the depths of the maze. 

the shirts you wore at game nights, perfume clouding his every move as it radiated off of your pulse points. a little too low cut, a little too big, on full display to him as you leaned over the table. 

the blush on your face when you gifted him every single time, teeth tugging at your bottom lip as you looked up at him for approval. 

and the swimsuit you wore at the beach, sitting next to him as he watched vincent play in the water, instantly throbbing as he watched you oblige to his little brothers wishes for you to come play with him. 

the urge to make you a mother right then and there, watching your top hold on for dear life as you lifted vincent out of the water and throwing him back in, your ass on full display as your back was turned to him. 

you drove him fucking crazy. every time you got a little to close to alex, hell even seb, something hot boiled under his flesh, jealousy. 

you were his, whether you knew that or not. he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

and here you were under him, tight walls wrapped around his finger, begging him for more more more. 

a dream, no less, you were finally where he wanted you this whole time, since the first time he laid eyes on you. 

“still wan’ more?” he whispered in your ear, peppering kisses on the side of your neck as he began to pump in and out of you, sigh of relief spilling from your parted lips. 

you nodded, eyes closed, soaking in everything you could. 

you felt his teeth sink into the spots he so gently kissed, sucking bruises dark enough to last for days in spots impossible to cover, down until he was halted by the collar of your shirt. 

a frustrated whimper from your lungs as he pulled his finger out of you, tearing your shirt off in a blur, goosebump ridden skin on full display. 

every inch of you exposed to him in the dim lighting, ethereal. 

“good god you are beautiful,” breathtaking, his words nearly a whisper, trailing kisses down your torso. 

hooded eyes looked up at you as he dressed every inch of you in admiration, practically praising the ground you walked on. 

he would give you the world if you asked, hell the whole universe and everything beyond it. 

at this moment in time, all he wanted to do was fuck you senseless, to make you finish on him again and again and again even after you swore it was too much. 

a babbling mess, shaking, marked up, his. 

as his kisses lead to the bottom of your stomach, flush with your hips, the silver dog-tag chain he promised to never take off grazed against your heat, the metal ice cold. 

he looked up at you with hunger, a man starved for days waiting for the chance to satiate his thirst. a single nod, teeth tugging on your kiss-bitten bottom lip. 

and god did he give you more, drinking you up before you could take back your approval, heaven sent. 

his tongue writing i love you’s and i want you’s all over, teasing your greedy hole that was desperately waiting to be filled with him. 

he was messy, your slick all over him, forgetting to breathe. his fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, fingers nearly turning white at the pressure. 

he let you trap him, encase him in your grasp, gasps that held moans hostage the strength he needed to forget every human need, the only thing on his mind was to please. 

your fingers tangled up in his hair, pushing his head into you as if he could get any closer. 

as his tongue lapped at your swollen cunt, his nose pressed against your clit, pulling that ache in your core a little closer, the knot a little tighter.  

he could tell by the growing arch in your back, the pressure in which your thighs encased him, the heightened pace of your whimpers. 

he wouldn’t stop even if the whole world relied on it, you were so close at just the work of his tongue, the mild vibrations from his moans, the sting of his fingers losing feeling on your thighs. 

“b-baby- pl-please don’t s-stop,”. your words choppy and mere stutters, cut off by the swirl his tongue made around your swollen clit, just to find its way back to your sopping hole. 

he listened, that was his plan, he wasn’t going to stop. not until your body remembered every inch of him, knew it belonged to him. 

another string on his guitar pulled a little too tight, you came, and came hard. 

fighting against the grip he had on you, tugging on the thick blonde strands wrapped around your fingers, trying your best to grind against his face, but he listened, not. stopping. 

incoherent words mixed in with your breathless moans and high pitched whimpers, rutting his own hips against your mattress as he drank up every drop you had to offer him, the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. 

he slowly pulled away as your legs began to calm, a moment of peace as you caught your breath for a short second. 

“s’fuckin good,” hunger only fueled by the meal you had offered him, he needed more of you, and he needed it now. 

he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor before taking his place on top of you again, missing his lips on yours. 

the light glimmered on him, toned and strong, adorned with piercings you had no idea he had. 

dermals placed carefully on his hips, metal bars through his nipples, you were drooling. 

his mouth on yours, sharing the taste of you as he groped every inch of you he could. 

swallowing up your moans, you needed him and you needed him now. 

reaching down, you unbuckled his belt, jeans right after. 

his queue to strip, to expose himself as much as you, eyes stuck to you as he adjusted to yank his jeans down in unison with his boxers. 

his dick slapped against him, your eyes widening as a sliver of fear shook your heart, knowing it would be a stretch. 

as expected, a piercing adorned his dripping tip, all red and swollen and begging. 

“sammy please,” you whimpered as he rubbed his thumb over his leaking head, eyes hooded and breath heavy. 

“please what, baby?” he hummed, lining himself up to your throbbing cunt, tracing his head up and down your slit, so slow you thought your heart might collapse. 

“just fuck me already,” you barked, patience run thin and you swore you would die right then and there if he didn’t fuck you stupid. 

thrill and fear mixed in your throat, slack-jawed as he began to dip inside, the sting of the stretch making your body run hot, whimpers of pain as you adjusted to his sheer size. 

“you can take it, baby, can’t you?” 

he mustered up every ounce of strength he had to sound collected, even though the grip of your walls was breaking him apart. 

so warm, so wet, so much better than he could have ever dreamt. 

“ ‘s a lot,” unsure of even yourself, could you really take it?

one hand of his leaving his fingerprints on your bones, the other grabbed the sides of your face, forcing your glossed over eyes to face his, to listen. 

“isn’t this what you begged for, dirty girl?” the cockiest look on his face, forcing you to look at him as he inched his way inside, swallowing him up so perfectly, fingers pressing your teeth against the insides of your cheeks. 

your face ran hot, embarrassed at your sudden defeat, your cunt obviously wanting more. 

more, more, more. 

“use your words, bunny, c’mon,” he pressed his forehead against yours, teeth sharp as they barely held back a cruel laugh that was simmering all the way down to his cock. 

“mhm, y-yes,” you were able to mumble out of your lips that were smushed together, a slight nod against his too-tight grip. 

“are you going to be good?” 

without a second to respond, a single buck of his hips as he bruised the sweetest bit of your cervix. you swore he was in your throat, so incredibly full. 

head falling back into the rustled up blankets, one of your legs swung over his broad shoulder, going deeper. 

the moans he rattled out of you were beyond unholy, something you didn’t even think you were capable of. 

your gummy walls sucked him off so well, molded to the shape of him upon entry. 

your body didn’t feel real. each thrust of need, desperation, a year's worth of pent up feelings spilling out at the expense of your sopping wet pussy. 

“s’ fuckin tight my god,”. his tone was downright feral, teeth pinned together as strands of his hair fell onto his forehead. 

he looked so strong, teaching your cells that you belonged to him now. 

“don’t get all- f-fucking hell, shy on me, c-c’mon,”. barely able to process his words, so lost in the high of his cock pounding into you over, and over, and over again, like his damn life depended on it. 

his hand around your throat, fingers closing off the rush of blood to your fuzzy little brain, snapped out of your fucked-out daze. 

“you’re f-f-fucking mine, y-you understand?” the colorful mix of his eyes overtaken by the dark, void of all color as he fell pussy-drunk. 

“do you understand?” his grip got tighter, your eyes rolling back into your skull, the only thing you could focus on was the violent approach of your next climax. 

somehow you forced a meek nod, his grip relaxing enough for the blood to come back through, creaming his length without any warning. 

“s-s- oh my- f-fucking hell- ah!” 

incoherent at best, babbles and whimpers as your legs shook, overstimulation hitting you like a train. 

“there you go, suckin’ me off s’good, such a good girl,”. he didn’t falter once, pace steady and ruthless, leaving you drooling and cock-drunk. 

he titled his head to the ceiling, chest heaving and heart racing, mad at himself for not doing this earlier, but so, so fucking starstruck that he actually got to be inside you. 

you felt him twitch inside you, how his grip tightened on you, you knew he was close despite your drunken state. 

he wanted to fill you up so badly, but he would be fucking damned if he let you off with only two orgasms, he wanted to fuck you downright dumb. 

“got another f’me? i ain’t done with you baby,”. 

“ ‘s too much- s-sammy t-too m-much,” you felt the prick of tears at the corners of your eyes, fingertips buzzing as they dug into your bedding. 

he didn’t care. too focused on the way your tits bounced with each bone-breaking thrust, the sounds you made for him so easily, the way you let him use you. 

“i’m not done with you,” his voice more of a growl, fitting for the sharp ends of his canines and primal nature, walls fluttering around him as if they were begging for punishment. 

pulling your other leg up, a squeal as he somehow hit a whole new world inside of you, stars and colored specks blinding you. 

knees by your temples, the back of your thighs burning as you were folded in two. 

“ha- c’see myself inside ya- f-fuck,”. 

all 9 and a half inches of him swallowed up inside, bottom of your tummy bulging with each slam of his hips on your ass. 

sobbing on his cock, wasted on the lewd squelching of your syrup guiding him in and out, in and out, over and over again. 

his hand somehow managed to press on the bulge he created, your tears streaming down into your hair, drooling babbles as your body short circuited, synapses unable to grasp the sheer stimulus of it all. 

“gonna fill ya up, s-stuff ya full ‘f me,”. the twitching impossible to ignore, the weight of him stuffing you to the brim, met with your fluttering hole. 

pace beginning to falter, the final push needed for you to spill all over him again, body lost in another world as you rode out your third high. 

guttural moans filled the air of your room, hot white ribbons coated your battered walls. stuffing you full, writing every word he wished he would have said sooner deep inside. 

every i love you, i miss you, you’re all i’ve ever wanted, i wrote this song for you, please don’t go, all of it. 

with the spasms of his hips calmed, he let your legs down gently, one at a time. 

color flooding back to his eyes, that soft smile taking over once again. 

his gentle hand wiped away the tear-stains on your face, brushing away the fly-aways of your tousled hair from your sweat-pricked skin. 

still deep inside, still hard, barely heard whimpers as he moved around, he didn’t want a drop to spill out of you. 

“you’re an angel,” he hummed, pressing a few gentle kisses to your forehead, last one planted to the tip of your nose. 

all you could do was giggle, brain so mushy that you didn’t even bother to deny his sweetness. his adoration. 

“let’s get’cha cleaned up, yeah? you did so good for me,”. a few more gentle kisses scattered along your face, satisfied hum at your sugar-coated giggles, the smile uncontrolled on your lips. 

a hiss through his teeth as he slid out of you, a wince of your own at the sudden emptiness, almost feeling wrong. 

he wrapped both arms around you, locking your legs around his torso, lifting you in one swift movement. too fucked-out to even question how he could lift you nearly deadweight, snuggling your face in the crook of his neck the moment you were upright. 

letting him carry you to the bathroom, he flipped the light switch on and set you down gently on the toilet as he fell to his knees to turn the faucet for your bathtub. 

petting your leg as he waited for the water to warm, closing the drain when it was just the way he wanted it. 

“be right back, m’kay?” he kissed the crown of your head, leaving you all alone for the first time in hours. 

 head in your hands, elbows pressed into your aching thighs, trying to process what just happened. 

from a void of breakdown and destruction, to falling apart at the seams willingly, to sobbing on sam’s cock, all too much for your heart to process, for your mind to wrap around. 

“hi pretty,” his hums gentle, crouching down to feed you some water, baby sips. 

“hi,” you felt all shy, his presence all-consuming, giggling near uncontrollably. 

you felt yourself coming down from your high, both highs, drowsy and spacey, but comfortable. 

“so…” he drug out, flush across the bridge of his nose. 

“so?” you mocked playfully, running your fingers through his hair. 

“first….i think you’d look real pretty with a lil’ collar…” he trailed, almost embarrassed. “nothin crazy…just our little secret y’know?” 

the idea had crossed your mind before, but this time it made your swollen pussy twitch despite its battered state. 

his. 

“second….i love you. i always have,”.

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I wrote a draft of a poem for Oakley and since everyone on here loves her dumbass I will share it with you even though it will probably be changed or added to since I’m writing it for a post Valentine’s Day open mic and ofc I love my stupid bun more than anything

(Picture of idiot at the end)

An Ode to Oakley

Your warm tongue

Drags across my hand

Gracing my digits with your warmth

Your way of showing affection

Not wet like an eagerly devoted dog

I had to earn your trust

Or rough like a loving cats

Your purrs are so much different

Yet I love you all the same

Do you know how worried I was

When we went back home for the first time

And you refused to poop

How I spent two hours driving around

Going from store to store

Looking for digestive supports for you

Only to come home with them and see some pellets in your litter box

I had never been so happy to see shit in my life

Do you remember when I first brought you home?

You hid inside an empty cardboard monster box

It was fitting

My new fixation inside my old one

You were so scared

This was all new to you

I sat with you in your pen with barely contained excitement

I already loved you

But I had to show you patience

Because you did not love me yet

How could you when I had taken you from your first safe person

But he had to give you up even though he loved you

He wouldn’t be able to take care of you

But I could and I did

So I sat with you and I waited

I diligently tended to your needs even if I made a few mistakes at first

And slowly you got used to me

No longer needing the box between us even while you still kept your space

I tried my best to respect your boundaries

To accept when you hopped away from me

When all I wanted was to smother you in my love

To pet your soft fur and coo that it was okay

To assure you I would never hurt you

That I am big and clumsy

But no threat

And now you playfully charge at me

You beg me not to go to class

With your stupidly cute face

You run around my legs when I get back

You used to sleep by my head when I would let you

Until you kept pooping on my bed

Claiming it as yours

I can’t stand a dirty sleeping place

So you lost that privilege

And yet I nap on the floor

So we can still be close

Oh how many treats have I gotten you

That you do not eat?

And yet I get more

Hoping to find something to appease you

You are my rat

My rodent

My stinky

My dog

My beast

My Oakley sploakley

My bunny

Do you know how much I love you?

Okay I added multiple pictures sue me, I am playfully mean to him but I really do love them more than anything

[singemall-stayallnight]

@theoriginaleppieblack-blog According to Carmine Appice, Jones was there. And @ledhead94 he didn't say anything about Jones walking out in disgust.

From the Led Zeppelin biography by Bob Spitz:

Led Zeppelin had been on the road with Vanilla Fudge when they checked into the Edgewater Inn, situated on a pier over Elliott Bay. The two bands were enjoying a rare day off. "We were camped out in John Paul's room smoking some pot, watching the boats go by, and listening to Delaney & Bonnie on Robert's portable record player," Carmine Appice recalls. Their diversion was interrupted when a seventeen-year-old redhead named Jackie knocked on the door. Appice had picked her up the night before, and she'd returned to see if a party was in progress.

Cole and Vanilla Fudge's road manager—a dubious character named Bruce Wayne, who was, naturally, nicknamed Batman—were in the room next door, where they'd been fishing for hours and guzzling champagne. Somewhat miraculously, they'd managed to haul in a catch of mud sharks and red snappers that lay festering in a wastepaper basket half filled with stagnant water. During a break, they grabbed the basket and joined the party in John Paul's room, where Jackie was pretty high from the joints being passed.

"You want to party?" they said to her. "Take off your clothes." "Once she was naked, " Appice says, "they started hitting her with the fish, and it left little teeth marks on her back. Things got pretty ugly, pretty intense, so we went out into the hall, where Bonzo and his wife, Pat, joined us, and we watched the action through the door."

The audience grew as others straggled back to the hotel. "In fact, we were invited to bring our wives to take a look," recalled Robert, who had returned from the festival, "but after a while we left because it was all a bit unsavory."

Everyone scattered when the hotel manager appeared to answer a complaint about the noise coming from the room. When he left, not entirely mollified, they reassembled in Carmine's room and ordered room service, until Jackie reappeared wearing nothing but John Paul's robe.

He was furious. "You bloody cunt, get my fucking robe off!" he screamed. Handing it over, the naked Jackie sat on the bed, ignored and forlorn, while the others finished eating. Sometime thereafter, Cole and Batman resurfaced with their bucket of dead fish.

"Things got weird very fast," Appice recalls. "They grabbed the butter off the cart and rubbed it around her pussy. Then they started screwing her with the nose of the fish, pushing the snappers into her as far as they could, and when they were done, they pissed and shit on her."

If ever there was an example of behavior that was more about dominance than sexuality, this was it. It was a chance to offer up a shocking spectacle to the gang that had gathered to watch.

"Man, it was gross. We were all pretty disgusted," says Appice. Though not disgusted enough to preclude his bandmate from filming it with a video camera, or from describing it in detail to Frank Zappa, whom Vanilla Fudge encountered during a layover at O'Hare the next day. Zappa couldn't resist writing a song about it. "Lemme tell you the story 'bout the mud shark," he sang on his live album, Fillmore East. "A succulent young lady! With a taste for the bizarre."

My father told me to look up the Led Zeppelin Mud Shark incident after I discovered Jimmy and the 14 year old. I thought they meant the derogatory term, Mud shark. Not the fish. Horrified. I need therapy.

#jonesywhywouldyoudothis

#BONZOwhywouldyoudothis

[enbynautolanenjoyer]

Salutations, friend! This is the headmate roundup?? Based on the poll from a while back, y’all wanted the whole gang. I wasn’t able to get everyone to write their own intros, but I think we got most of us to cooperate lmao.

Everyone is under the cut bc there’s a lot of us dweebs lmaoooo

Dee

Hello! I am Di’kut, or Dee. I’m the host of our traumagenic system, uhhh.. system name pending. I kinda set this up as simply as possible so it wouldn’t take too long for everyone to fill out haha. Nice to meet you!! I am…

20 years old

They/she

Lesbian?? Sapphic?? Idk I like women but specifically anime men are hot, too

Current song stuck in head: The Red Means I Love You

Favorite Food: pastaaaaaa

Favorite drink: chocolate milk

Other: I am super spacey. Help 😭😭😭

Dezmond

Hi. I’m Dez. Uh. God I have not fronted in quite a while. This is a trifling matter. I do not have a proper age. I am tall despite this pathetic small body. I hail from England. He/him. I am bisexual. I haven’t listened to music in a long time. I don’t really have a favorite consumable item. I’m going back to my cave now. Farewell.

Aaron

Hello, there. My name is Aaron, and I am an “introject” sourced from Criminal Minds. Please note: I am not like the actor who portrays me. Let’s see…

My age is around thirty-seven.

I go by he/him pronouns. I am cis male.

I am bisexual.

I am in a relationship with my fellow headmates, Spencer and Reginald.

I am not too tech-savvy. Forgive me for any mistakes.

Margaret

Helloooooo!! My name is Margaret! The spelling may change randomly 😭😭😭😭 You may also call me Maggie! I am British like Dezmond. 😊😊 Pleased to meet you all!!

I am around my early to mid twenties!!

She/her please!!

I am a lesbian :)

Current song… well, I don’t have one stuck in my head at the current moment! However, I do like I Like Me Better by Lauv!

Favorite food: Pringles original!

Favorite drink: water is just fine for me :)

Spencer

Hi! My name is Spencer, and I am an introject based off of Criminal Minds’ Spencer Reid. I enjoy a good puzzle.

27

He/him transmasc

Gay (Happy Pride Month, by the way!)

Current Song: What You Are in the Dark by Trails

Favorite Food: Bananas

Favorite Drink: Those Cirkul Strawberry flavor things you flavor water with

I am in a relationship with Aaron and Reginald!

Tara

Hey, there. I’m Tara, and I’m also a Criminal Minds introject. I don’t front often, but I do like to read.

30s

She/her

Bisexual

Current song: none

Favorite food: spaghetti

Favorite drink: none

Reginald

Hello. I’m Reginald, or Reggie. I am the combination of two introjects who manifested into one unit. I am in a relationship with my dear Spencer and Aaron. It is nice to meet you all, but I’m afraid I dislike fronting. It will likely be a while until I return. Please have a good day.

BIRCH

HEYYYYYY!!!!! IM BIRCH!!! Nice to make yalls acquaintance! I go by she/her usually but I hardly understand myself half the time so feel free to refer to me however???? LMAO

Noel

Heyyy. My name is Noel as you’ve just read. I’m kinda the big sibling round these parts. Fancy meeting you here.

I don’t really have an age. I guess I kinda look like I’m in my late teens, early twenties? Adult ish I suppose. =w=

I go by whatever pronouns. I’m the kinda person that sorta looks female enough but not quite one y’know? Pieck Finger from AOT is my viiiibe. Love her.

No clue on my orientation tbh. I’m here and I’m queer.

Current song: I’m dying in your arms tonight~

Favorite food: gummy bears ✨✨

Favorite drink: strawberry milk 👍

I existed long before we ever watched AOT, but maybe gonna feel cute and restructure my entire existence around Pieck. Feeling a little raggedy girly pop like that 🫣

Anya

Tried getting Anya to type her’s out, but it was so unnatural KSKDDDJ So, hello, it’s me, Dee. Anya is an introject from Spy x Family. She’s the little, so she probably won’t be on much! She loves Nutella, she wanted you all to know that.

Deziray

It’s Dee again!! Deziray is an odd case. We know almost nothing about them. They’re kinda spooky?? 💀💀💀 They probably won’t ever come on, either.

Justice 😎😎😎

Heyyy wassup girlies and gays? My name is Justice, and I’m from Helltaker. I like to chill and have a good time~

I’m pretty old ig? Lol

She/her

Lesbian

Current song: Eye of the Tiger 🐯✨✨

Favorite food: pancakes, or waffles!

Favorite drink: extremely sweetened coffee. Mostly creamer t b h.

Guzma

ITS YA BOI GUZMA!!! HAHAHAAA! WHATS UUUUUUUP

Im from Pokémon. I’ve probably kicked your ass once or twice heh

I’m like 26 prolly

He/him but not cis I ain’t default

Uh. People are hot ig idk what am I gay

GlitchXCity’s entire discography is A tier stuff my dudes.

I ain’t no goofy goober who has a favorite food what am I gay

K I like smoothies tho they chill

Muichiro

Hi. I’m Mui. I’m from Demon Slayer, and this last episode that came out was very embarrassing. They did not need to expose my paper airplanes like that.

I’m a bit older than my source. I’m actually like 18-20, at least it feels like it. Maybe.

He/him please. Maybe they/them?

I don’t know my orientation.

Can You Feel My Heaaaart *angsty noisessss*

I do enjoy like.. those Lunchables? With the extremely processed ham and crackers? Those are the shit.

Choccy milk is very good. It’s the ol reliable of this system I think haha

I want a cat. I’ll name it Kyo. Short for Kyojuro. Cats are like the owls of mammals, right?

Dixie

Hey, it’s Dee again! Dixie asked me to fill her’s out for her!

18 or 24 specifically.

She/her

Panromantic asexual

Current Song stuck in her head: Summertime Sadness

Favorite Food: cheese pizza

Favorite Drink: coffee with moderate vanilla creamer

Sunny

Um yea hi. So I��m Sunny from OMORI. Kind depressin innit

Uh I’m 16 so don’t be weird

He/him

Straight as far as I know

Current song is the White Space theme which should be obvious

I like ramen

I also like choccy milk

Please don’t ask me about Basil we do not like Basil in this house.

Mari

Good evening, my lovelies~! I’m Mari, from OMORI! Nice to meet all of you!

I am 19~

She/her but he/him on full moons~ haha jk just he/him on occasion~

I am straight!

Never Wanted to Dance~

Cotton candy if that counts~!

Jumping on the chocolate milk bandwagon~!

^w^

Aaaaaalrighty! That’s all of us! Sorta?? Thank you for reading, and there’s the “rest” of us who may or may not exist…

Aaravos

Kobeni

Ena

Starscream

[generalsmemories]

every time i see someone shit on the xianzhou story quest on twitter i die a little bit inside.

[clowningaroundmars]

listening to rakim and the pharcyde rn and just thinking it's actually kinda weird that more ppl haven't pointed out how much miles' taste in music affects his life and viewpoint in general

and how being raised by his uncle who's into more old school stuff on earth-42 would affect him and his development

i'm imagining 42 actually clowning 1610 for listening to post malone while placing a labcabincalifornia vinyl on his record player while they chill in his room one day lol

42's tastes would probably be more varied and just... like more developed in general bc he has a man who was more than likely a Part Of The Culture helping to raise him. aaron was out on the streets of brooklyn as a kid most likely swapping diy mixtapes and buying local rap cd's with his allowance/summer job money (assuming he was born like around 1978-1980, then he was most likely on the streets in the mid 90's during the Golden Age of Hip Hop).

not to mention that for aaron to even Do What He Does as the prowler, he is still out on the streets til this day, shooting the shit with fellow neighbors and shaking hands with black market merchants. he's dapping up store owners and trying to get on local gang leaders' good sides for intel. he's making connections! he is most def still swapping music recommendations with ppl in the hood and ordering vinyls online if he can't get his hands on them in physical brick-and-mortar stores

and music seems to be a super important thing to a man like aaron. that would definitely influence miles. interesting that i haven't seen more posts mentioning that actually!

[wizengamot-chiefwarlock]

Jo actually does the "Golden Trio has a serious conversation while something decidedly unserious occurs in the background" thing a LOT

Another example is as follows-

'Yes,' said Hermione, staring at the window again. 'Yes, that's what made me think maybe it wasn't a good idea after all…' Peeves floated over them on his stomach, peashooter at the ready; automatically all three of them lifted their bags to cover their heads until he had passed. 'Let's get this straight,' said Harry angrily, as they put their bags back on the floor, 'Sirius agrees with us, so you don't think we should do it any more?' Hermione looked tense and rather miserable. Now staring at her own hands, she said, 'Do you honestly trust his judgement?' 'Yes, I do!' said Harry at once. 'He's always given us great advice!' An ink pellet whizzed past them, striking Katie Bell squarely in the ear. Hermione watched Katie leap to her feet and start throwing things at Peeves; it was a few moments before Hermione spoke again and it sounded as though she was choosing her words very carefully. 'You don't think he has become… sort of… reckless… since he's been cooped up in Grimmauld Place? You don't think he's… kind of… living through us?' [...] The bell rang just as Peeves swooped down on Katie and emptied an entire ink bottle over her head. [OOTP]

What I love about the humour in Harry Potter is that there's underlying humour practically everywhere. There aren't just big, explicit, particularly significant funny "ha-ha" moments- there's so much just slipped in between the lines and dialogues that several years later I still newly find hilarious moments that I missed in all of my earlier rereads.

Jo also makes a point of involving background characters in these less noticeable funny scenes- it doesn't always have to be the main characters who share a joke and bring it to the forefront of the story. I love how even while the main characters are clearly shown having a serious, heartfelt conversation, there's always some unhinged shit going on in the background, because that's just the duality of life.

Yet another instance of how Jo's writing is so real.

ootp is both hilarious and sad, like one page I'll be like "oh poor harry, can't he ever catch a break" and the next I'll be in tears from laughing...and the older I get the more I appreciate all the layers of it. honestly, I'd say Jo was at her best humour wise in ootp, closely followed by dh and hbp, like she was on fire in these 3 books. don't get me wrong all 7 are still to this day able to make me laugh, but those 3 are special...

Anyway:

'Listening to the news' said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. 'Listening to the news again?' 'Well it changes every day, you see,' said Harry.

I agree, recently i was re-reading parts of OotP (as one does) and kept accidentally finding funny parts i didn't remember, like take this:

HBO please give me the four-legged teacups shenanigans