#these images gave me so much fucking trouble oh my god

[chxrrie-bxmb]

Systober Day 15: A Family (Insys/Out-sys)

For the sake of keeping this entry a bit shorter, I'll only be doing an in-sys family. The family I'm choosing are our three Sk8 The Infinity introjects: Reki, Langa, and Cherry!

Reki (he/him) and Langa (he/snow/they) are actually one of our in-sys couples, and have been dating for a while now! They both spend their time going out at the crack of dawn to try out new skateboarding tricks, and Cherry (he/cher/she) is always the one who either has to tend to their injuries or yell at them to go back inside because it's way too cold outside for their shenanigans.

Reki is pretty similar to his source, but a bit more chaotic. He hardly listens to anyone, and often tries to do his typical stupid shit in body until Langa or Cherry take over front for a minute.

Langa is a bit more on the shy side, similar to source, but is a lot more open with people. Snow's also very silly when you get to know them!

[jjscrybaby]

hiii :)

could you do a rafe x reader where the reader has a panic attack in front of sarah for the first and she knows to get the reader to rafe and he immediately calms her down?

rafe cameron x reader | hurt & comfort | (pogue!reader, mean girls, panic attack, crying, comforting!rafe, insecure!reader.)

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No one figured Rafe Cameron would go for a Pogue. For all his life he’d been the number 1 Pogue hater, the biggest Kook defender, and overall just a pretentious asshole. That’s why it was the shock of the island when you showed up on his arm to Midsummer’s, wearing a dress that costed more than your rent with an anxious smile on your face.

Your boyfriend had promised to stick by your side for the entire night, and you were sure he meant it when he said it, but he hadn’t taken into account just how enthused the elders were going to be to see him. He wasn’t that teenage boy they knew anymore, instead a man living alone and dealing with his troubles; thanks to you.

It was halfway through the night when you went to the bathroom, the few glasses of champagne had your head feeling fuzzy and your bladder full. You locked yourself in the cubicle and started to do your business, before you heard voices from outside.

“It’s strange though, right?” The door closed behind the girls that had walked in, making you flinch as you stood to sort your dress out.

“Rafe with a Pogue. Yeah, definitely weird,” a squeaky voiced girl agreed with a laugh.

“It won’t last, trust me. He’s only with her for the image, it makes him look good to do charity for a girl like that. I’m pretty sure she’s a waitress at the club,” the other one responded.

“I’ll be sure to find him later and remind him of that.” The two of them giggled to themselves, gushing over how hot your boyfriend was for a couple more minutes before leaving. You didn’t step out of the cubicle until you were sure that you were alone, hot tears running down your cheeks.

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the fact those girls had said everything you’d been thinking for the last few months you’d been together, you weren’t sure, but something about their words had hurt your feelings; and had sent you into a spiral. You sat down on the plush purple chair, breaths coming out rapidly and shakily.

“Oh my god, what happened?” You hadn’t even heard the door open, but as you turned your head you found Sarah rushing at you. She knelt down next to you, holding your hands as you let out fearful whimpers. “Fuck. Okay, stay here, okay? Don’t move!” She ran back out and you stared at the door, holding your chest anxiously.

Only a minute later the door was swinging open and Rafe was storming in, striding over to you. “Hey, hey. Look at me,” he demanded, gentle but firmly as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “Breathe for me, okay? Slow breaths, you got it.”

He’d seen you like this a few times, he’d learnt the best ways to get you to relax. He held your hand over his own chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath your palm. He gave you a reassuring smile as you copied his breathing, gripping onto his fingers.

“Good girl,” he drawled, pulling you from the chair into his lap where he sat on the floor. He stroked your hair, leaving gentle kisses over your cheek. “You want to tell me what happened?”

“It’s stupid,” you croaked out, still gripping onto his hand.

“No. It’s not. Tell me what happened, so I can sort it out and get the both of us out of the women’s bathroom,” he joked, making you giggle tearfully.

You gave him a wobbly smile. You didn’t have much of a choice now, it was time to admit to him the insecurities you’d had over the last few months; the ones that kept you up at night as he slept soundly beside you. “No one here thinks I’m good enough for you.”

“What?” His face scrunched up in confusion. “Baby, what’re you talking about?”

“I— I’m a Pogue,” you whispered, as if you were admitting a crime.

“I know that,” he shrugged. “I’m not that oblivious, sweetheart. Why does that matter? Why are you saying this now?”

“Because everyone thinks it Rafe! I’m sure you have before, I know I have! Everyone here thinks you’re an idiot for being with me, that you’ve lost your mind. Maybe they’re right,” you cried out.

His hands grabbed your face firmly, leaning his forehead against your’s as he held you in place. “You’re the love of my life.”

“What?” You murmured.

“You are the love of my life. I don’t give a fuck if you’re a Pogue, I don’t care that you eat pizza like you’ve not eaten in years, or that you swear like a pirate. You’re my girl, and I love you. I don’t care about other peoples opinions, because they’re irrelevant,” he explained slowly, caressing your cheek as he spoke. “Now, do you want to go home or do you want to get the biggest bottle of champagne and make fun of these losers?”

“The second one,” you whispered, staring at him like a lovesick puppy.

He smirked, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. “That’s my girl,” he mumbled, biting down on your bottom lip lightly to make you giggle. “Now, next time you get some dumb shit in your head you gonna tell me? Or do I have to spend all our loving conversations in the bathroom?”

You laughed, wiping your teary eyes as he helped you off his lap and back to your feet. He adjusted your flower crown with a cheesy grin, looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars. If you didn’t believe his words before, you definitely did now. “You don’t like the bathroom?”

“Well… it’s definitely nicer than the men’s, I’ll give you that.”

[koobiie]

bestowing my highest honor as an artist to ffxv (drawing the characters in fun outfits)

thoughts under the cut

RREAAAGHHHH SO EXCITED TO BE DONE WITH THIS!!!!! it took me forevarrrr but i soldiered through as an act of love. now excuse me. yap time

OKAY SO the concept behind this was originally specific fashion subcultures for everyone!l ike noct emo ignis dark academia etc. but then decided i didnt want to pigeonhole it all and just freestyled outfits i thought would look nice on everyone

noct - i do think noct would still be emo-ish but also opt for comfy baggy stuff a lot. something you could just fall asleep in on the spot. note the details of bass pro shop shirt (of course) XV necklace, little moon + stars accents, carbuncle + fish keychains. i also wanted his metal band logo shirt to spell LUCIS but i forgor some letters but its not very readable anyways

ignis - ignit ooohghh ignos ignaurs. sorry i made him serve so much cunt it will happen again. i drew him first cause that kind of inspired this whole thing i love him so bad if i didnt draw it id explode. not much detail to note except his collar pins are like his double blade thingies

luna - lunaaa the concept was “clean girl aesthetic” idk if that happened but im actually really happy with how it came out! might be my favorite of the bunch just because she looks so pretty and happy. your honor she should have been able to just be a normal girl and just. chill

prompto - prompotoooo i had trouble picking his vibe!!! my first thought was techwear?? because weeheeeehee he loves tech and well... you know... but then i realized i didnt really like the look of anything i saw + it was so bulky and dark and serious for him! ending up going with some more youthful and baggy. i was considering something more loud and colorful but ended up not going with it. i feel like in canon he'd be too nervous to have such a flashy fit and would want to just look "cool" to fit in with the boys lol. itty bitty details here - chocobo keychain, pompompurin and bi miku buttons, and his lanyard is kings knight themed! i also thought it was funny to write LUCIS on his shirt like you know those shirts that just say BROOKLYN or TOKYO or SAN FRANCISCO and thats it. thats what its like

gladio - okay i know this is going to sound like a lie but im not horny for gladio like at all, hes my least favorite, i think he's just alright. but also i KNOW in my heart of hearts that he would LOVE being a leather daddy and so i had to make it happen. main detail to note here is that his tank top has the motifs of a cup noodle! i didnt know what else to add cause you know.. hes the cup noodle guy.. but also i didnt want it to be so in your face about it with a big as logo so kept it subtle!

(side note the leather daddy gave me an idea for a post where its like noct and prom go to a gay bar all nervous but then they run into gladio and its like "p: GLADIO YOURE GAY?" "n: nevermind that PLEASE dont tell ignis we snuck out" and then ignis walks up and theyre all like WHAT THE FUCK!!!! caption would be "the gang finds out theyre all bisexual." probably wont draw it but i think its very funny lol)

iris - iris my sweetheart.... definitely leaned into the scene vibes here and also that one image of the blonde emo anime girl. details here - of course the moogle big ass backpack and keychain (can you tell i love keychains), but also her buttons are an iris (the flower) and also a crown with hearts (haha symbolism)

anyways oh god i didnt mean to write an essay down here. usually i keep this in the tags but this time i just had Too Much To Say. can you tell i put a lot of thought and love into this . anwyays. *walks off into the sunset and fuckig dies*

[beatcroc]

a year!!! as of today i have now been drawing these funny little pizza freaks, to the exclusion of almost everything else, for!!! an entire year!!! i wanted to do a nice group shot/lineup of everybody to compare to when i first started trying to draw them because oh boy were they bad. i never even posted most of them anywhere because they were so bad. but im posting them here, now, to see how everything's changed/evolved.

this is probably the hardest time i've ever had trying to figure out how to work with a style, but we got there eventually; i'm pretty happy with the handle i've got on everybody now...dont let ur memes be dreams. lots of unimportant journaling and idle thoughts abt it below.

older pics

the first one is the VERY first time i drew them, before i thought i was going to actually have any interest in drawing them [lmao]; it was just the one isolated image, for my friendserver, to illustrate the funney message, so there was no attempt to make it Good or actually understand anything going on w/ the designs or style.

second is the original run of practices sketches to start trying to figure them out for real; done after i started having ideas for the comics and such and realized oh god maybe i am actually gonna draw fanart for this. [again, lol, and lmao.]

third one is the first pt art thing i posted on here. there were a couple weeks of sprite studies between this one and the previous image. the one on the top right wasn't part of that post i just threw it on as space filler; i'd intended to shift to doing Sprite Redraws But Stylized to explore tings more, but that was the only one i did. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

individual characters

peppino: by far the hardest dear god. bro what ARE your shapes how DOES your face work. jesus christ. everything i have trouble with this style for, peppino has it in excess. i draw in polygons! i need consistency! and that is the last thing this kind of style is concerned with. they are made of squarshy clay and i do not understand how to mold them. i was really hoping trying to learn this game's style would GIVE me that kind of flexibility for fun exaggerated facial expression but i don't think much came of it in the end 😔. anyway on the bright side all this means once i got peppino figured out a little bit everybody else clicked way easier.

fake peppino: honestly i never did anything with him on purpose except for how his eyes work + the perma-smile thing. i figured ok hes supposed to look weird and off model so whatever happens with him happens. and it did. and it kept happening. it is still, in fact, happening.

noise/ette: somehow, for every bit that peppino was the least natural thing i've ever tried, these two worked pretty much right off the bat. i still don't understand it, seeing as pretty much all the things at play for peppino are also at work for them. i think the new sketches are actually a little worse than older ones but not enough that i care.

gustavo: really funny bc i drew him on model twice and just went 'okay, cool nice, easy, um. he doesn't have any fucking legs?' fortunately he was the only one i had a strong idea for how to stylize him [square] and it worked exactly as i was hoping so wahoo.

brick: is an animal and therefore 5000x easier and more natural for me to draw/stylize than anything else in the cast. that is Just a rat bro. i can draw a rat.

gerome: i think the funniest one here. the most drastic and least necessary change imo. i was gonna have him be really small at first, like smaller than the noises, but then i just... didn't. he's just peppino-sized now. also i gave him like. actual human facial structure, which is funny bc in most cases i'd do anything to avoid, but it works well for his being A Rock to give him some angles and definition like that+ to differentiate his vibe from the rest of the cast who are all very squishy. also since he is essentially Just A Head it's good to emphasize that too ig.

john: i only drew john a couple times but he gets to be here because i like him. and because most of the stuff i applied to gerome was readily applicable to john, though i did try to keep him a little more uncanny because he is a Huge And Lanky Freak. i hate that he is barefoot btw but idk how to make his color balance look right with shoes.

pizzahead: i did not want to put him on here honestly but i Have drawn him a handful of times and more importantly i didn't know what i was gonna do with john's pose if i didn't have him there to be glared at. the only thing that's different with him is giving him wider-bottomed pants, which i got from when i tried to draw these guys in clone high style [i never posted that one either][i will eventually]

snick: he gets to be here because 1. he's like 6 lines 2. i like him and 3. ive scribbled him a few times offhand and it went pretty well

misc

there are some guys missing because those are guys i didn't draw enough [or at all] to have gotten comfortable with them. sorry

i would have Liked to shade these but for the time being i have accepted that my grasp of light/shadow has decayed to the point im not going to be happy with anything i try there, so For Now i am working on my presentation with flats i guess. gerome has a shadow only because he's shaded like that ingame and looks naked without it

anyway if you are still reading [hi?] i get to shamelessly plug now. i'm over the hill of my pizza run now, and while i still have plenty of things i want to make here, most of the bigger more in-depth ones have passed. pizza tower was the first thing in THREE YEARS to get me out of my oc groove to doing fanart, and once i am done with my ideas here i will be going right back to it. if you like my art or how i write characters/interactions you should check out my oc/webcomic blog @jamverse . i can't promise people who like pizza stuff will be terribly into my designs, but i can guarantee i treat my guys with the exact same sort of tone i handle the pt guys with. and hell, i've mentioned it a few times before, but like 70% of my characterization for fake pep is just copied off one of my characters, so if u are going to miss him... he will still be there in spirit >;p

and if you dont care about any of that and are still reading thank you anyway. actually making these comics + seeing how shockingly well-received they've been has done a lot for my confidence, and for seeing that my kind of stuff IS something people enjoy :')

[rocknrolldecadence]

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just count your stars i’m home again

izzy calls you after an argument.

warnings: i don’t think there is any? drunkenness? being high?

a/n: this took forever cuz my phone has been glitching super bad recently (this is why the banner is low quality). also while i was writing this it was called ‘izzy stradlin is adam levine confirmed?’

it was late. the sun had set hours ago, casting los angeles in a deep black shadow with the city lights peeking through the darkness. the tv was on, and you flicked through every channel in search of something to take your mind off things. but it didn’t work. in fact, it made things worse, as you turned on MTV and were met with the ‘patience’ music video staring you in the face. you went to change the channel, but before you could, izzy showed up on screen. his gentle strumming of the guitar made you have to look away. you loved him, but he worried you so much.

you went on to the next channel, a shitty auctioneer’s show they only played in the late hours of the night. “this’ll have to do.” you said out loud, knowing there was no around to hear you. a bottle of jack stood on the kitchen counter. you hadn’t touched it since izzy had left, the image of him taking a swig right before he left burned into your memory. you tossed the idea of having some about in your head, but decided against it. who knows how he’d react?

hours passed, and izzy still hadn’t came home. you were about to give up hope for the night and go to bed when the phone rang. oh god. what’s happened this time? is izzy in trouble? did he caught with his drugs? has he been arrested? the questions ran through your mind a mile a minute. you practically jumped at the phone, scared to know what awaited you on the other end of the line.

“hey baby.” that low voice you loved so much greeted you.

“izzy? what the fuck? where the fuck have you been?” you interrogated him, a mix of anger and relief coursing inside you.

“jeez, you seem scared,” he laughed. “i’ve just been with the guys. writing and shit.”

“and getting high, i’m guessing?” you retorted. did he not care that he’d left you alone for two days, with no word of where he’d gone to?

“i’ve missed you baby.”

“seriously? you left me on my own for two days. i had no clue where you are. i still don’t!”

“i’m… at the whisky right now.”

of course he was.

“are you drunk?”

“does it matter..?”

you scoffed. that was all the confirmation you needed.

“i bet you’re high too, aren’t you?”

“look, babe, i’m sorry.”

“i don’t care if you’re sorry. that doesn’t change the fact you fucking walked out on me!” you snapped. you were relived to know he was okay, but god were you pissed off. there was no sincerity in his voice.

the line was silent for a moment. you waited.

“can you pick me up?”

“none of the guys can drive you home?”

“they’re all too drunk.”

“right,” you sighed. “be there soon.”

you got into your car and started driving to the Whisky A Go Go. It wasn’t very far away, but it felt like an eternity. you pulled up close by and saw izzy sitting by the payphone he had called you from, back pressed up against its stand. you sighed.

you got out of the car and walked up towards him. stopping just a bit in front of him, you said “cmon. get up.”

izzy looked up, staring at you with glassy eyes. clearly, he was too drunk and high to notice you before you started talking.

“huh?”

“i said get up. i’m taking you home.”

“oh… ok.“

that was all it took. izzy got up, albeit with difficulty, and walked over beside you to the car. he stumbled into the passenger seat and gave you a smile when you got in. despite his inebriated state, he was happy to see you. he always was.

as you drove home, he sobered up. and as he sipped on the week old bottle water that had been rattling away in the floor of the passenger seat, izzy realised what a complete dick he’d been. regret crept in quickly. he turned to look at you. through your peripheral vision, you saw him. izzy took a final sip of the water, and cleared his throat.

"hey, uh…”

you kept your eyes focused on the road. "what is it?”

"i’ve been an asshole. i’m really sorry.” izzy spoke. he actually seemed apologetic this time.

all you managed to say was "oh.”

"i feel really bad. it’s just- after our argument i was pissed off. and i know i coulda handled it better. sorry.”

you looked at him quickly. he seemed genuine, regret etched on his face. "it’s ok.”

"so you forgive me?”

"i do. just don’t try that shit again.”

"wanna go get takeout?”

"are you paying?”

"of course.”

[kyrsse]

New friends

Chapter 3- Where the Ocean Meets the Soul ༊*·˚ notes: no past story for this chapter. Smut on the next chap but will prolly take long since I'm trying my best to make longer chapters and it's my first time writing one. enjoy! Oh and don't get confused by the past event in Chapter 2, it's the continuation of Qi Yu's storytelling in chap 1. this chapter is just rafayel mukbang, if only getting free food was that easy. ༊*·˚ tags: comedy, new characters, Caleb is a little boy, I really don't know how to tag. ༊*·˚ word count: 5,927 ༊*·˚ warnings: uhh discrimination? cursing, idk.

Year 2025

"I’m sorry, my love…" The words echoed faintly, like a whisper carried in the wind.

I opened my eyes and immediately gasped, my lungs burning from the sudden lack of air. Saltwater stung my eyes and I coughed, sputtering, as I struggled to sit up. My clothes were soaked through, clinging uncomfortably to my skin, and I was sprawled on the damp sand of a deserted-looking shore. The sun beat down, warm against my chilled skin, but the air was thick with the salty tang of the sea. I pushed myself up, wobbly, and tried to piece together the events that had landed me here.

“W-what happened…” I muttered, my voice hoarse. Flickering images danced behind my eyelids: the screech of tires, the horrifying crunch of metal, the world tilting… and then, the icy shock of the ocean engulfing me. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. “Oh my god! The car… I fell into the ocean!” A wave of panic washed over me, quickly followed by an overwhelming sense of relief. “Thank God! I thought I was going to dieeee!” I stood up, adrenaline coursing through me, and started jumping up and down, a shaky laugh escaping my lips. I spun around, taking in the desolate beauty of the beach – white sand, turquoise water, and swaying palm trees. It was almost idyllic, if not for the fact that I was completely alone and soaking wet.

“Oh, fuck…” My joyful reverie was abruptly shattered. “My phone! My phone!” I frantically patted my pockets, my heart sinking with each empty search. I rummaged through the soggy mess of my clothes, but it was no use. My phone, my wallet, everything was gone, likely lost to the depths of the ocean. “How am I supposed to get back?” I groaned, sinking back down onto the sand. I buried my face in my hands and then looked back up to the sky. "Maybe a cute little crab will come by and offer me a ride in his shell?" I giggled to myself trying to lighten my mood. A small hermit crab scuttled past, and I watched it, a small smile tugging at my lips. “If only…” I whispered. I imagined the crab wearing a tiny captain's hat, steering a seashell like a miniature boat. The image made me laugh again, a little brighter this time.

After what felt like hours of walking along the beach, hoping to find some sign of civilization, I finally spotted a building in the distance. As I got closer, I realized it was the hotel where I was staying. Exhaustion washed over me, but I pushed on, eager for a hot shower and some dry clothes.

As I stumbled into the hotel lobby, I was immediately greeted by the concerned face of my best friend, Evelyn. “Where have you been? I was so worried about you! You’re also not answering my calls,” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of relief and exasperation. Her usually perfectly styled hair was slightly disheveled, and there were faint circles under her eyes. She must have been really worried.

“I… casually got into a car crash,” I said nonchalantly, trying to downplay the severity of the situation. “Thank the Gods I survived.” I gave her a weak smile, hoping she wouldn’t freak out too much.

Evelyn’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. “Excuse me, what? Casually? Are you for real?” she sputtered, her hands flying to her hips. “I’ve only been gone for two or three days, and you’re already getting yourself into all sorts of trouble! By the way,” she continued, her tone softening slightly, “your father called. He wants you to come back home.”

I looked up, surprised. “Now are you joking?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The thought of facing my father after this ordeal was almost as terrifying as the car crash itself. I could already imagine the lecture  and the disappointed look in his eyes. I slumped onto a nearby sofa, feeling utterly drained. Evelyn sat beside me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Oh honey, you look like you've seen a ghost. Or been chased by one!" she said, trying to lighten the mood. She then pulled me into a warm hug. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. You need a hot shower and some food. And then," she added, with a serious look, "we are going to talk about this 'casual' car crash." I couldn't help but chuckle at her use of air quotes. Despite everything, I knew I was lucky to have her.

As I prepared for my shower, the warm promise of cleansing water a welcome thought after my ocean escapade, I began to undress. My soaked clothes peeled off, heavy and cold, leaving damp patches on the tiled floor. I unclasped my watch, placing it carefully on the vanity, followed by my earrings and the few rings I usually wore. As I reached for the clasp of my usual silver chain, my fingers brushed against something unfamiliar.

My eyes widened as I looked down. Nestled against my skin, nestled amongst the droplets of seawater still clinging to my neck, was a necklace I didn't recognize. It was a delicate chain, seemingly made of woven silver threads, holding a pendant shaped like a seashell. The shell itself was crafted from a mesmerizing sapphire, its deep blue surface swirling with lighter shades, like captured ocean depths. It shimmered under the bathroom light, catching and refracting the light in a way that was almost hypnotic.

I stared at it, my brow furrowed in confusion. I was certain I hadn't been wearing it before the accident. I distinctly remembered only wearing my usual jewelry. Where did it come from? Had it somehow gotten tangled around my neck in the ocean? The thought seemed improbable. The clasp was intricate, a tiny, almost invisible hook, and it was fastened securely. It couldn't have just randomly attached itself.

Even though the necklace was completely unfamiliar, a strange sense of familiarity tugged at me. It was a subtle feeling, a whisper in the back of my mind, like a half-forgotten dream. I felt drawn to it, as if it held some hidden meaning, a secret waiting to be unlocked. It was beautiful, undeniably so, but there was something more to it, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I reached for the clasp, my fingers hovering over the tiny hook. I hesitated. An odd feeling settled over me, a gentle but insistent nudge telling me not to remove it. It was a strange premonition, a gut feeling that I couldn't ignore. I lowered my hand, my gaze still fixed on the sapphire shell. It seemed to pulse with a faint inner light, as if it were alive.

I shivered, a sudden chill running down my spine despite the warm air of the bathroom. It was just a necklace, I told myself, trying to rationalize the strange sensations. But the feeling persisted, a quiet insistence that I should leave it be. I decided to trust my instincts, however illogical they seemed.

“Maybe it’s a gift from a mermaid,” I murmured to myself, a small smile playing on my lips. I imagined a beautiful mermaid, with flowing hair and shimmering scales, placing the necklace around my neck as I drifted unconscious in the ocean. The image was fantastical, of course, but it brought a sense of comfort. I chuckled softly, picturing the mermaid offering me a tiny cup of seaweed tea and a seashell phone. I imagined her saying in a bubbly voice "Oh dear, you seem to have had a rough day! Here's a little something to remember me by!"

I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me. As the water washed away the remaining salt and sand, my fingers traced the outline of the sapphire shell. The strange sense of familiarity lingered, and I knew, deep down, that this necklace was more than just a piece of jewelry. It was a mystery, a puzzle waiting to be solved, and I had a feeling it was somehow connected to my near-death experience. I resolved to keep it on, at least for now, and see what secrets it held.

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I finally arrived in my hometown, Linkon. The familiar cityscape, the bustling streets, the scent of street food wafting through the air – it all brought a wave of comforting nostalgia. I took a taxi straight to my apartment building, eager to finally relax after my chaotic trip. As I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I was immediately greeted by a sound I knew all too well: a high-pitched, ear-splitting scream.

“AHHHHHHHH YOU’RE HERE AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER TO INFORM ME!! I missed you so much!!” Tara shrieked, launching herself at me like a furry missile. Her arms wrapped tightly around me, squeezing the air from my lungs. I stumbled back, laughing, but returned the hug just as enthusiastically.

“I missed you more, Tara, but what are you doing here?” I managed to gasp out once she finally released me. Tara grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Uhmm, actually, there are two of us staying here.” As she said this, a familiar figure emerged from the living room. It was Xavier, with his signature light blonde hair and a gentle smile playing on his lips. He was carrying a half-eaten bag of chips and looked slightly sheepish.

“You’re back… I… I missed you,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing a light pink as he approached me. He gave me a quick, hesitant hug, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air for a moment before finally settling on my shoulders.

“Xavvv missed you so much, you know. He couldn’t stop saying, ‘Ahh, I miss herrr,’ ” Tara teased, exaggerating Xavier’s voice and batting her eyelashes dramatically. Xavier’s blush deepened, and he immediately reached out to cover Tara’s mouth with his hand, his eyes wide with embarrassment. I couldn’t help but laugh at their antics.

“Tara, stop saying nonsense, M knows that’s not true and that I only see you as a friend, right?” Xavier stammered, his eyes darting towards me.

“LALALALAAA NONSENSE!” Tara interrupted, pulling Xavier’s hand away and sticking her tongue out at him. She then turned to me, wiggling her eyebrows. "He totally misses you though!" she whispered conspiratorially.

“Haha, guys, you can stop now,” I said, placing my hands on my hips. “You still haven’t answered my question. What are you both doing here?” I looked from Tara to Xavier, a genuine curiosity in my eyes.

“Well, hehe, sorry M,” Tara began, looking slightly sheepish. “We just kinda got kicked out of our apartments—”

“Tara told me she knew someone who had the rare plushie you wanted so badly and would buy it for me as long as I stayed here with her, oh, and that you went on a trip, so she told me she’d take advantage of your bathtub while you were away,” Xavier blurted out, interrupting Tara’s explanation. He looked at me with wide, innocent eyes, as if he hadn't just revealed Tara's entire scheme. Tara glared at him, her cheeks flushed.

“Xav, you have such a big mouth, huh?” Tara groaned, turning back to me with an apologetic smile. “M! I’m your best friend, right? And I couldn’t help it. Your bathtub has such a nice viewww,” she said, trying to salvage the situation. She then winked at me, hoping to lighten the mood.

I considered their explanations for a moment, then shrugged. “It’s okay,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. “The both of you can stay here as long as you like. The place is pretty big, so it can get lonely sometimes.”

Tara let out another squeal of joy, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. “Thank you, M!!! I love you so much!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me again and peppering my face with quick kisses.

Xavier, who had been watching the display with a slightly amused expression, stepped in and gently separated us. “Alright, alright, that’s enough affection for one minute,” he said, a playful tone in his voice. He then picked up my bags, which I had dropped by the door. “Let’s go unpack your things. I’ll help you,” he offered, giving me a warm smile. I smiled back, feeling a wave of warmth spread through me. Despite the chaotic welcome, it felt good to be home, surrounded by my two best friends. It was clear that even though they had taken advantage of my absence, they had missed me just as much as I had missed them.

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I was carefully placing my clothes in the closet, neatly folding each item before stacking it on the shelves. Xavier was in the kitchen, the clanging of pots and pans and the burnt aroma of something was filling the apartment. Tara was sprawled across my bed, scrolling through her phone, her eyes occasionally flicking over to me with a mischievous glint.

“Sooooo what happened to that perverted guy you told me?” she suddenly asked, breaking the comfortable silence. I paused, a folded shirt in my hands, and looked up at her, a puzzled expression on my face.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, genuinely confused. I racked my brain, trying to recall any such incident, but nothing came to mind. I resumed my task, placing the shirt on the shelf.

“You know,” Tara persisted, a wide grin spreading across her face, “the French dude who went into your closet and was sniffing your… thongs.” She burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

My eyes widened in disbelief. “What the hell?!” I exclaimed, my voice rising in incredulity. “I don’t wear thongs! Plus, I don’t know what you’re talking about. No such thing like that happened back in Bordeaux.” I stared at her, trying to decipher if she was serious or just pulling my leg. The image she’d painted was so absurd that I almost couldn’t believe she was being serious. Had I somehow completely blocked out this bizarre encounter? It seemed impossible.

“Yes, you did!” Tara insisted between gasps of laughter. "You told me about him! He was wearing your favorite hoodie!" She mimicked sniffing something, making exaggerated sniffing noises, and then pretending to faint from the "overpowering scent".

"Tara, seriously, I think you're mixing me up with someone else," I said, shaking my head. "I would definitely remember something like that. It's not exactly an everyday occurrence." I paused, a thought striking me. "Maybe you're thinking of a story you read or saw in a movie?"

“No, but seriously, I’m telling the truth,” Tara insisted, her brow furrowed in concern. I sat up straighter, looking at her intently. I’d known Tara for years, and I could usually tell when she was pulling my leg. This time, however, she seemed genuinely perplexed. It didn’t look like she was lying.

“Maybe I did lose my memory,” I conceded, “but if that were the case, shouldn’t I have forgotten everything by now?” I moved to sit beside her on the bed, a growing unease settling in my stomach.

“You even sent me a picture!” Tara exclaimed, whipping out her phone and scrolling through her messages with frantic energy. “See! Here it is!” She shoved the phone in my face, her finger pointing at a message thread.

My eyes scanned the screen, and I nearly choked. The message read:

“Hey Tara, I got a pervert in my closet. I caught him sniffing my undies while I was painting… Something I wasn’t expecting here in France!”

Below the text was a photo. A photo of a guy with dark purple hair, tinged with pink, tied to a chair. His brows were furrowed in a deep frown, and he was glaring at the camera as a hand, presumably mine, held up his chin. Oh. So she wasn’t joking.

“I didn’t send anything like that, though. I don’t remember at all,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Denial was battling with a creeping sense of bewilderment.

“Maybe I forgot about it because of the car crash,” I mumbled, grasping at the only explanation that made any sense.

“YOU GOT INTO A CAR CRASH?!?!?!” Tara shrieked, her eyes widening to the size of saucers. The sudden outburst caused Xavier’s head to pop out from the kitchen doorway, a wooden spoon still clutched in his hand. He had flour smudged on his cheek and looked like a startled deer.

“Who crashed the car?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. He rushed into the room, abandoning his culinary duties. The smell of something slightly burnt wafted in after him.

"It was me, kinda. I mean, the car kinda crashed itself into the ocean," I explained, trying to downplay the severity of the situation. "But that's not the point! Tara's showing me this message I apparently sent her about catching a pervert in my closet in France, but I have absolutely no recollection of it!"

Xavier's eyebrows shot up. "In your closet?" He looked at Tara, who just nodded, still looking shocked from the car crash revelation.

"Undies," Tara supplied helpfully.

Xavier blinked, then chuckled. "Only you could manage to attract a closet-dwelling, underwear-sniffing pervert while on vacation in France,"

"It's not funny!" I protested, crossing my arms. "I genuinely don't remember any of this!"

"Okay, okay," Xavier said, composing himself. "So, let me get this straight. You were in France, you were painting, you caught a purple-haired man sniffing your… unmentionables, you tied him to a chair, you sent a picture to Tara, and then you got into a car crash? And you remember none of this?"

"That's about the gist of it," I confirmed, feeling more confused than ever. I looked at Tara, who was now scrolling through her phone again.

“Tara, can you send me the picture?” I asked, my curiosity piqued despite the unsettling nature of the situation. I needed to see this man, this Jean-Pierre, for myself.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed with a new message. I opened it and stared at the photo. It was indeed the same image Tara had shown me earlier: the purple-haired man tied to a chair, his expression a mix of annoyance and resignation. I zoomed in, scrutinizing his face, trying to jog my memory. His features were… not entirely unfamiliar, but I couldn’t place him. He had a strong jawline and those purple locks that were impossible to miss. 

Then, my gaze landed on something that made my breath catch in my throat. Around his neck, nestled against my hoodie, was a necklace. A seashell pendant, crafted from a shimmering sapphire, hung from a delicate silver chain. It was… identical to the one I was wearing.

I instinctively reached up and touched the cool sapphire shell resting against my own skin. I held it up, comparing it to the one in the photo. There was no doubt. They were the same. The same intricate silver chain, the same swirling patterns within the sapphire, even the same tiny, almost invisible clasp.

A shiver ran down my spine. This wasn’t just a random pervert I’d supposedly encountered in France. This man was connected to me somehow, connected through this very necklace. He must be someone important, or perhaps even the original owner of this strange piece of jewelry.

A wave of confusion washed over me. How could I have forgotten such a significant encounter? How could I have forgotten him? The pieces of the puzzle weren’t fitting. The car crash… the lost memories… the purple-haired Frenchman… the matching necklaces… it was all swirling together in my mind, creating a confusing and disorienting picture.

A sudden thought struck me: maybe he was the one who saved me from the car crash. Maybe he pulled me from the wreckage and placed the necklace around my neck as some kind of… memento? A thank you? A reminder?

The possibilities raced through my head, each one more perplexing than the last. Had he been watching over me? Was this some kind of destined encounter? Was he a guardian angel in a purple wig?

I shook my head, trying to clear the chaotic thoughts. I was getting ahead of myself. There were too many unanswered questions, too many missing pieces. I needed more information. I needed to remember.

Exhaustion finally started to take over. It had been a long and eventful day, and my mind was reeling from the revelations. I decided to push the questions aside for the moment. “Oh well,” I murmured to myself, switching off the light. “I’ll just think about it tomorrow.” But as I drifted off to sleep, the image of the purple-haired man and the shimmering sapphire shell remained etched in my mind, a persistent reminder of the mystery that lay ahead.

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A lone Lemurian was on a mission. Clutching a large, iridescent seashell like a prized trophy (or maybe a very uncomfortable clutch), he’d been swimming for three solid months. Three months! That’s a lot of saltwater and prune-like fingers. He was desperately searching for “Linkon”.  He wasn’t entirely sure what Linkon was – a city? A mythical land of endless seaweed snacks? – but he was determined to find it.

Spotting a fisherman’s boat bobbing on the waves, he propelled himself forward, his powerful tail propelling him through the water. He surfaced near the boat, clinging to the side like a very enthusiastic, slightly scaly barnacle. “Uhm, hello,” he gurgled, trying to project an air of casual seafaring. “I would like to ask if Linkon is near?”

The fishermen, understandably, gasped. One nearly dropped his fishing rod, another choked on his sandwich, and the third just stared, his jaw hanging open like a fish gasping for air. “Oh, it’s still kinda far away,” one of them finally managed to stammer, pointing vaguely north. “Just go north and ask other people if you’re near.” It was the kind of direction you give when you really, really don’t want to get involved.

The Lemurian, oblivious to their shock, simply nodded, thanked them politely, and began to swim again. The fishermen watched him go, their eyes wide. Then, the realization dawned. “Hey!” one of them yelled. “Are you really gonna swim from here to Linkon?!” He paused, squinting at the disappearing figure. “I-is that a mermaid?!?!?!”

“Oh my,” another one whispered, his eyes gleaming with dollar signs. “It is such a big discovery! We’re going to be rich!!!!” He started doing a little jig on the deck, bumping into the fishing nets.

The third fisherman, clearly the voice of reason (and possibly suffering from a mild concussion), smacked him on the head with a large, flapping fish. “Dumbass,” he muttered. “What makes you think they would believe us? We’ll sound like a bunch of crazy sea dogs!”

A few more days passed, and the determined Lemurian was still at it. His tail was aching, his skin was a delightful shade of sunburned lobster red, and he was starting to hallucinate schools of dancing krill. But he refused to give up. He was a Lemurian on a mission!

Finally, he spotted a group of elderly ladies cleaning the ocean shore. He also noticed a pile of clothes and two mismatched pairs of slippers – one red, one blue – lying on the sand. An idea sparked in his waterlogged brain. He scrambled onto the beach, hastily pulling on the clothes and slipping his webbed feet into the mismatched slippers. He looked, to put it mildly, like a total maniac. But he figured it was better than shocking the grannies with his true, scaly form.

He shuffled towards them, still clutching his seashell. “Uh, hey,” he said, trying to sound as human as possible. He still had a bit of a gurgle in his voice, though. “Where is Linkon? Is it near?”

The old ladies looked at him with a mixture of amusement and concern. One of them smiled warmly. “Ohh yes, we’re just about to head there now,” she said. “Would you like to come with us?”

The Lemurian beamed, his slightly crazed expression softening into one of pure relief. “Sure,” he gurgled happily. Finally! Linkon! He just hoped they had some very tasty food.

During the train ride, the Lemurian was utterly captivated by everything around him, his wide-eyed wonder causing a series of minor, but amusing, disruptions. He’d point at flashing lights with excited gurgles, try to catch the reflections of buildings in the train windows, and even attempt to have a conversation with a stranger. When they finally arrived in Linkon, he bid a grateful goodbye to the old ladies and set off to find her. But the city was enormous, a teeming mass of people and buildings. How was he supposed to find one specific person in this big city? He wandered aimlessly, growing increasingly tired. “Did I really make the right decision coming here?” he sighed, his shoulders slumping.

His stomach then let out a loud rumble, drawing his attention to a nearby fish tank. The fishes inside, sensing his presence, darted away in a flurry of fins and scales, clearly terrified of becoming a quick snack. Seeing their panic, the Lemurian took a step back. “Fine, I won’t eat you guys,” he mumbled, feeling a pang of sympathy. “But I’m so hungry. Do you know any other places where I can get food?” The fishes just stared back at him, their tiny fishy mouths opening and closing silently. He sighed again and wandered off, his stomach still growling.

He stumbled upon a group of students harassing a younger girl. “Hey, where’s your money? I’m hungry!” one of them demanded, snatching a few bills from her trembling hand. The Lemurian watched this exchange with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Oh, he thought. So that’s how you acquire food in this land.

He then began searching for a lone, vulnerable-looking child. He spotted a brown-haired kid walking alone, clutching his backpack tightly. The Lemurian approached him, casually plucked the backpack from his grasp, and started walking alongside him. The kid looked up at him, bewildered. “Hey, give me my bag back,” he said, his voice small. The Lemurian ignored him. “Give me your money. I’m hungry. Then I’ll give you your bag,” he stated matter-of-factly. The kid, surprisingly feisty, kicked the Lemurian in the shin. “Hey!” the Lemurian yelped, clutching his leg in mock pain. “That’s not very nice!”

“And it wasn’t very nice of you to take my bag and ask for money,” the kid retorted, snatching his backpack back. “Come with me.” He turned and started walking, and the Lemurian, still slightly rubbing his shin, obediently followed. They arrived at a nearby convenience store and sat down at a small table. The kid sipped on banana milk, while the Lemurian happily slurped down a cup of instant noodles.

“Hey, big guy,” the kid said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “What you did back there wasn’t really nice. Promise me you won’t do it again, okay? People work very hard for their money. You can’t just take it whenever you please. Did you know that my grandma’s hands hurt from knitting stuff just so I can have a nice life?” He launched into a heartfelt lecture, explaining the complexities of earning a living. The Lemurian listened attentively, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Okay…” he said slowly, when the kid finally paused for breath. “But why do you knit stuff?” he asked, genuinely confused.

The kid sighed, a world-weary expression on his young face. “You really don’t know anything, huh? To survive, of course. That’s why I need to go to school, so when I finally become a DAA fighter pilot, I’ll protect my grandma and give her a good life.” He paused, then extended a hand. “By the way, what’s your name? I’m Caleb.”

“Name?” the Lemurian echoed, tilting his head.

“It’s what you call yourself, or what other people call you,” Caleb explained patiently. “Are you that naive?”

“I don’t have one…” the Lemurian mumbled, returning to his noodles.

“But do you know someone named… Mc?” he asked Caleb after a moment of thought.

“No, why? Is she your girlfriend?” Caleb asked.

“What’s a girlfriend?” the Lemurian asked, then added, “But she told me I’m her husband.”

Caleb’s eyes widened. “And I’m here to find her,” the Lemurian continued, “She told me she lives here.”

Caleb patted him awkwardly on the back. “Maybe she divorced you,” he offered gently. “But it’s okay, there are other girls in the world.” He continued to pat the Lemurian’s back, while the Lemurian just stared at him, utterly bewildered by this new concept of “divorce.”

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Days blurred into one another, each spent with the Lemurian diligently searching Linkon, but still no sign of his mysterious “Mc.” He wandered the bustling city, his oversized seashell clutched tightly until he stumbled upon a charming little café. Through the window, he saw a wonderland of coffee, pastries, and sweets – a veritable feast for his rumbling stomach. His mouth watered as he pressed his face against the glass, his breath fogging the window.

Unfortunately, his reverie was interrupted by a sharp voice. “Hey! Beggar! Go somewhere else! It’s not like you can afford any of this,” a worker snapped, shooing him away with a dismissive wave of her hand.

The Lemurian’s good mood evaporated. He bristled at the insult, a scowl forming on his face. He was about to give the rude worker a piece of his mind (or whatever the Lemurian equivalent of a piece of mind was) when a deep, manly voice intervened. “It’s okay,” the voice said smoothly. “I’ll take care of him.” The worker, suddenly flustered and embarrassed, stepped aside, muttering a hasty apology.

“Come inside,” the man said, turning to the Lemurian with a warm, friendly smile. “My treat.” The Lemurian’s eyes widened, then sparkled with amusement. This was a turn of events he hadn’t expected. They entered the café, the man pausing to deliver one last, pointed remark to the flustered worker. “Oh, and before we sit down, kindly inform your manager that I’d like to speak with them. Their customer service needs a lot of improvement.” The worker gulped nervously, avoiding his gaze.

They settled at a nearby table, the man gesturing for the Lemurian to take a seat. “Just order whatever you’d like,” he said, pulling out his phone and minding his own business. “I’ll pay for everything.”

The Lemurian, presented with such an opportunity, didn’t hesitate. He pointed at a dizzying array of pastries, cakes, and other delicious-looking treats, his eyes shining with pure joy. The man chuckled softly from his side, not even flinching at the sheer quantity of food being ordered. After the waiter left to inform the kitchen of the order, the Lemurian turned to his benefactor, curiosity bubbling within him.

As they waited for their order, the Lemurian couldn’t resist asking, “Why did you do that? Aren’t you supposed to… you know… save your money? Or do you knit a lot more stuff than Caleb’s grandma that you have many monies to give?”

The man smiled at his innocent question. “You’re funny,” he chuckled. “But not everyone earns money by knitting. I’m a doctor, and it’s my responsibility to take care of the people around me.” He set down his coffee, his gaze thoughtful.

“Caleb… such a liar,” the Lemurian muttered under his breath. Then, his eyes widened as a sudden realization struck him. “What is your name?” he asked, his voice full of urgency.

The man looked up from his phone. “Call me Zayne,” he replied, introducing himself with a polite nod. “And you?”

“Oh, I don’t have one…” the Lemurian said, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I’m still thinking about what to name myself.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Zayne said, taking a sip of his coffee.

Just then, the worker from earlier returned, pushing a trolley laden with the Lemurian’s extravagant order. He was about to dig in with gusto when a small voice echoed in his memory.

“Remember, when someone does something good for you, say thank you.” It was Caleb’s voice, the memory of his earnest lecture still fresh in his mind.

He looked back at Zayne, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Thank you, Zayne, for the yummy food!” he said sincerely, before finally diving into the mountain of treats. Zayne smiled, then shot a pointed glare at the worker, who was now shrinking under his gaze. The worker, realizing the error of her ways, immediately dropped to her knees beside Zayne, begging for forgiveness. But the Lemurian, surrounded by a sugary paradise, was too engrossed in his feast to notice the drama unfolding at his feet. He was in his element, finally enjoying the delights of Linkon, one delicious bite at a time.

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The doorbell rang, a cheerful little trill that did not match the sudden knot of anxiety in my stomach. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Cautiously, I approached the door and peered through the peephole. A tall figure stood on the other side, a shock of white hair gleaming under the porch light. Sylus. My stomach did a little flip-flop, not exactly of excitement. I opened the door to find him beaming, holding a bouquet of red roses, so large they practically obscured his face, and with a small mountain of gift bags and boxes piled at his feet. It looked like he’d raided a department store. “Happy birthday, sweetheart” he announced, sweeping me into a hug and planting a kiss squarely on my cheek. It was a bit too much, a bit too close, and I felt my cheeks warming. From the corner of my eye, I saw Xavier, who had been quietly reading in the living room, abruptly stand and disappear down the hallway, his jaw tight. I pulled back from Sylus’s hug, feeling a little flustered.

I pulled away from Sylus’s hug, trying to regain my composure. “Thanks, Sylus,” I stammered, clutching the bouquet of flowers. They smelled amazing, a mix of sweet and floral scents. “I really appreciate it, but you really didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” I added, gesturing towards the ever-growing pile of gifts.

“Nonsense, kitten,” Sylus chuckled, his eyes twinkling. He seemed utterly unfazed by my slightly awkward demeanor. I stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. “Come in,” I offered.

Sylus, however, remained rooted to the spot, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “No need,” he said, his smile widening. “We’re going out, Get ready.” He winked, leaving me standing there, a bouquet of flowers in my arms, a blush on my cheeks, and a distinct feeling that my birthday was about to take a very unexpected turn. It seemed like my birthday was going to be more exciting than I had anticipated.

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[moralesmilesanhour]

'cold turkey' but i rewrote it - part two!

summary: the festivities have begun! but you forgot the drinks. whoops. wc: 2k+ a/n: I almost cut this short at like a thousand words but I knew in my SPIRIIITT that I wanted to add more twists and turns to this thing. It's a bit rushed but let's just say I'm very glad I did! if you feel like it: comment your favorite holiday-related dishes :) part one part two

“Traffic was nuts today,” your older sister Alanna sighed as she hauled a carton full of cans of soda over to the kitchen. She looked up and saw Miles, who smiled and gave her a quick wave. “Oh my god, Miles?”

“One and only,” he replied. “Been a minute, ain’t it?”

The woman set the carton down on the floor. “When did you get so big? You're taller than me!”

Miles shrugged. “Growth spurt.”

“Alright then, nice seeing you,” Alanna turned and joined you on the couch with that glint in her eye and smirk that appeared only when she was scheming. “He’s mad cute now, right?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “ ‘Lana, no. Not happening.”

“Come on, I’ve seen the niggas you been with and he’s literally your type–”

“Can you lower your voice? He’s right there!” you yell-whispered. 

You craned your neck to see if Miles was listening. His head was down, all focus seemingly directed towards cooking beans. 

You turned back towards Alanna. “Anyway, he’s Jeff’s kid. I don’t want beef with Jeff or his mama if we break up. They literally live around the corner, do you know how awkward that’s gonna be?”

“So pessimistic,” Alanna’s lips were upturned into a pout. “How you just met him and you already imagining the breakup?”

“I’m being realisti–”

“The beans are done!” Miles’ voice interrupted. 

You called out, “That’s great, thank you so much! I’ll see you later this evening?”

He emerged from the kitchen and began to put on his sneakers. “Yup, lookin’ forward to it,” he stood up and made direct eye contact with you as he smiled. “Good luck with med school.”

With that, Miles grabbed his jacket off of the hook by the entrance, and left.

Your sister watched the door shut behind him with a satisfied grin. “He likes you.”

“No he don’t,” you retorted, keeping your eyes glued to your socks. “You want him to like me.”

The image of fluttering lashes and the scar on his cheek returned to you. How Alanna could tell even without her knowing about that little encounter was a mystery.

“Well, either way, do what you want,” she rose from the couch with a sigh of resignation. “I’m just saying he seems sweet. Now, help me decorate, and I’ll let you make the playlist after.”

You perked up at the thought of having DJ privileges and hopped to your feet. “You got it!”

-

Only half an hour had passed since relatives and family friends began trickling in, but you were already exhausted. One more inescapable hug and barrage of questioning, and you swore you’d have a breakdown. 

Ding dong!

“I’ll get it!” you announced, narrowly escaping being accosted by one of your aunts as you made a beeline for the door.

It was Miles again, this time with company.

“Welcome back,” you greeted Miles and stepped back to open the door wider. “Hey Mr. and Mrs. Morales!”

“Y/N! It’s been so long, tú eres tan guapa!” Rio Morales briefly took both of your hands in hers before entering, tugging Miles along with her.

Jefferson Morales was the last to go inside. His warm smile was a stark contrast to his wide, imposing frame. “I see Miles didn’t burn your kitchen down,” he laughed heartily. “He wasn’t too much trouble?”

Not in the way you were expecting.

You shook her head politely, “No, not at all! He even helped me finish dinner.”

Jefferson’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Well, that’s good to hear. We really appreciate the invite.”

“No problem,” you nodded as you shut the door.

“Y/N!” Alanna rushed up to you not a moment later, looking mildly panicked. “Do you remember where you put the drinks? The alcoholic ones, I mean.”

Your eyes widened. “Fuck, I think I forgot to buy them.”

“...Now, your mother was going to nursing school at the time, so she had to…”

Jefferson’s deep voice carried over the music, catching Alanna’s attention. He stood near the tin of mac and cheese telling a story that–judging by the look on Miles’ face–he had told several times before.

That same smirk from before spread across her lips. ‘Do what you want’, sure, but a little helpful push wouldn’t hurt.

“Miles, do you wanna help out Y/N again? She forgot to go out and buy drinks.”

He perked up, relief written all over his face. “Yeah, it’s no problem! I’ll drive her.”

You narrowed your eyes at your sister, but didn’t push back. “That’s cool with me. I’ll go get my sweater.”

-

You squeezed your fingers nervously as Miles turned the key and brought the car roaring to life. 

What could you possibly say to him? ‘Hey, so we almost kissed earlier. Thoughts on that?’ 

“What kinda drinks y’all need?” his voice ripped you away from your thoughts as he pulled onto the road. 

You didn’t answer, your eyes fixated on the motion of his hands spinning the wheel.

“Y/N?”

You blinked.

“Huh?”

“What kind of drinks are we looking for?”

“Oh, um, wine and cider and shit,” you waved a hand in the air, “Stuff that goes with turkey.”

“Cool.”

The ride was quiet, largely because you were busy racking your brain trying to think of something–anything–to fill the silence with. You’d already asked about school, and you knew Miles’ parents. But what about him?

He stopped at a red light, drumming his fingers on the wheel.

“So what do you do, like, outside of school?”

You winced. Small talk was not your forte.

Miles didn’t seem to mind though, appearing deep in thought before he answered, “I draw, when I got the time. Sing a little on the side.”

“I believe you. You look like you have a nice voice.”

An impish smile played on his lips. “Is that your way of saying I’m cute?”

“I…” the words were trapped in your throat. Part of you didn’t want to tell him the truth outright, but he was smiling at you and the sparkle in his eyes made you feel funny. 

“Maybe. Don’t get your hopes up, though.”

He raised an eyebrow. “So there’s a low, but non-zero chance.”

You snorted, “Alright, physics major. The light’s green.”

“Oh, shit. Thanks.” Miles focused his attention back onto the road and continued driving.

You didn’t say anything more for the remainder of the ride, but he caught you staring at him every now and then through the rear view mirror, curiosity written on your face.

Soon enough, he pulled over in front of the supermarket.

“Think you’ll find ‘stuff that goes with turkey’ in here?”

“I hope so,” you laughed, unbuckling your seat belt, “My sister’s gonna put me in the dirt if I don’t.”

“Well, good luck!”

Miles unlocked the door, and you set out on your mission.

Luckily, it only took you about twenty minutes to locate a bottle of moscato and some hard apple cider. Just as he saw you emerge from the double doors, though, a familiar buzzing in the back of his head tipped him off.

Really? On Thanksgiving?

A man wearing an inconspicuous black ski mask and hoodie stood waiting by the entrance, ready to strike. 

“Yo, empty your pocke–”

Miles swung into action the moment he spotted the gleam of a firearm.

You yelped as a string of white web shot out from seemingly nowhere and yanked the gun from your assailant’s hands. 

“It’s the holidays! C’mon, man!” 

“Spider-Man?” Your jaw dropped at the sight of the masked hero. 

He was perched on top of a low building right next to the supermarket, only his white eyes and the bright red streaks lining his suit visible in the pitch-black of night.

“At your service, ma’am!” 

With a quick salute, he was gone as suddenly as he’d appeared. Like, literally gone. You didn’t see him leave.

You let out a deep exhale and made your way back to Miles’ car, but you couldn’t see him in the window. A pit began to form in your stomach, until a voice made you jump.

“Hey, you alright?”

It was Miles, who had somehow appeared at your side without a sound. He was out of breath, leaning his elbow on the side of the vehicle for support.

Your eyes narrowed. “I’m…fine. Are you okay? Where’d you go?”

“Bathroom,” he lied. He pointed towards the bags you were holding. “Need help with those?”

You handed them over without a second thought. “Definitely. You know this nigga almost robbed me outside the store just now? Then, right as he’s about to pull a gun on me, guess who shows up?”

Miles grinned knowingly. “Spider-Man?”

“Showed up quick as hell! Even on Thanksgiving, can you imagine?”

“Crazy.”

He opened the door to the passenger’s side for you to get in. 

“Thanks.”

Miles did a slight bow, allowing you to catch a flash of red and black peeking out from beneath his jacket. You had assumed that he was wearing a turtleneck at first, but upon closer inspection–

“At your service,” he said with a grin before making his way over to the driver’s seat.

As you shut the door, Spider-Man’s voice returned to you.

At your service, ma’am.

The rest of the way home, you replayed both sentences in your head, alternating between the two and replaying the night’s events.

Miles had just so happened to reappear mere seconds after Spider-Man had said the words. They even shared an accent. You considered the absurd possibility for a moment; the police chief’s son being the masked vigilante would make quite the headline, almost poetic in its irony. 

Too poetic.

But just as you were about to let it go, Miles went over a speedbump, causing a jolt that made something begin to slip out from his jacket’s right pocket.

Black, red and white.

You pondered how to broach the subject once he pulled up in front of your house, when a lightbulb went off in your head.

Reaching over to the red button that released your seatbelt, you pressed it halfway, over and over again.

“Miles, I think my seatbelt’s stuck. Help me out?”

Miles removed his own with a click. “Sure, lemme see.”

He leaned over and reached the passenger’s seat with ease. His breath hit the side of your neck as he moved closer, making your heart rate quicken, but you maintained focus.

What mattered was that he was in close quarters. You had to see the suit.

“Got it,” Miles said once he released your not-actually-stuck seatbelt. “You’re free–”

Before he could move any further, you grabbed the collar of his jacket and unzipped it halfway.

“I knew it!”

The look of sheer terror on Miles’ face sealed the deal. Here was Spider-Man, in all of his glory.

“Are you…gonna…tell anyone?” 

His voice was hushed as he spoke. Almost small. You looked into those round, glassy eyes and felt a wave of guilt. 

“I–no, of course not,” you shook your head. “I just…I needed to be sure.”

He relaxed, some of the humor returning to his face. “And now that you’re sure?”

A cheeky grin spread across your lips.

“I guess I should thank you.”

You tugged at his collar one more time and brought his lips crashing against yours.

After getting over the initial surprise, Miles brought a hand up to caress one side of your face and deepen the kiss. Your other hand reached up and brushed the cold metal of one of his stud earrings before you snaked your arm around his neck.

Miles was the first to pull away, zipping his jacket back up.

“I don’t think I can stay in this position for that long,” he smiled. “We gotta get back inside with these drinks.”

You sighed, head still pounding with adrenaline. “You’re right, let’s get outta here.”

By the time you made it up the steps, Alanna was already holding the door open. She gave your face a good once-over and stifled a laugh.

“Did you two have fun on your little adventure?”

You took one of the bags from Miles and held it up like a trophy. “Yup, mission accomplished.”

“That’s not what I meant, baby,” she gestured towards her lips and mouthed “your lip gloss.”

Your eyes widened as she snickered, and let the two of you in. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll fix it in the bathroom. Hurry up!”

A few makeup wipes and a liner touch-up later, you emerged from the bathroom just in time for dinner.

Out of all the chairs strewn about the living room, you ended up seated between Miles and Jefferson. The former kept quiet, save for the occasional joke or wink thrown in your direction. Jefferson kept inquiring about your studies, which would then bounce back to Miles’ studies, which Miles then would somehow deflect back to you. Any and all conversation with Jeff became awkward, considering you had just made out with his son.

The party ending felt like a weight lifted off of your shoulders.

You stood at the entrance, waving goodbye to the steady stream of guests as their conversations stretched on, even from their cars. The Morales family were the last to leave.

After his parents went down the steps, Miles stopped in front of the door.

“Hey,” he smiled and tilted his head.

“Hey. You ready to go? I’m not letting you stay the night,” you teased.

“Wasn’t planning to, I promise. I just wanted to ask…” 

He shoved his hands into his pockets. “When are you goin’ back to campus?”

“Monday.”

Miles winced, “Damn.”

“I know, I literally gotta start packing to-night! It’s a nightmare!”

“In that case,” he took out his phone, and held it out to you gingerly. “Can we keep in touch?”

You accepted the offer, rapidly entering your digits and saving them under your name. “Worried about me spilling your secret identity?”

“Absolutely. I gotta keep an eye on you from now on. Like witness protection, but backwards–”

“Miles, vamos!” Rio called out from a distance.

“I’m coming, mami!” he replied before turning back to you. “See you winter break?”

You planted a kiss on his cheek. “Maybe. Non-zero chance.”

"I'll take it."

[adamslilsuccbi]

His groupie

((NSFW))

Adam invited you after his gig ! What an honour !(I hope your holes are ready-)

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Just like my previous shot with Lucifer , the reader is an Heaven born angel who’s quite..sheltered ? I mean , she’s never been to a rock concert before , too busy showing around Heaven to winners angels or playing with animals and bugs..

Emily thinks you might need to open yourself a bit more to…other things , especially after when she saw you trying to make a conversation with a squirrel and started to cry when it ran away from you.

“So..Emi ? How do I look ? Are you sure for the black ? Isn’t it a bit sinful ?”

Emily let out a small gasp with stars in the the eyes as she saw your outfit ! So cute ! From the black top , ripped black shorts and the big boots made you look..a bit like you were wearing a costume but let’s say the curves of your body as well as your cleavage made you look less uncomfortable.

“Wow Y/N ! Oh and don’t worry , a colour won’t make you sin ! Come on !”

Y/N smiled as she saw that at least she won’t be alone in this one ! Emily was here too ! And they were even matching..

On the way to the concert , Emily had started to explain to you the talents of Adam - the first person created on earth and the first soul of heaven from what you knew..Hmm , you had always thought Abel was the first..didn’t matter ! Apparently he often gave concerts, playing the guitar and having fun on stage. But you didn’t knew much about his personality.

“Oh if he’s the First man he must been an exemple of purity and good will of men !”

Emily coughed nervously as she heard your words , oh you were not ready for THE first man..

“Oh..don’t get your hopes too high..”

“No but really ! Made in the image of God..he must be an amazing man !”

When finally at the concert , this made you realise this was really not your scene , that place full of screams and heavy rock made you really uncomfortable as you tried hard not to get crushed by anyone..The music from the strings of Adam's guitar, ended, the audience began to reluctantly leave. Loudly shouting goodbye: “Adios, bitches !” Or something similar this made Emily cringe and you confused , no you must have heard wrong ! That was impossible to think.., Adam went to the dressing room as your eyes followed him..

Not just your eyes , you decided to follow him while Emily was going to take cold drinks to calm you down.

She didn’t even knew why she found herself tippy toeing to his changing room as she overheard him.

"Aaargh, fuck !! , that was fucking awesome!" Adam exhaled loudly, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel. His right hand, Lute, stood nearby, helping him or more like cleaning around at his place.

Having made your way to his dressing room, next to which stood Adam's obsessed fans, you finally decide for the first time in your life... Talk to the first man.

“Uhm excuse me ?”

“WOAH FUCK-“

Adam lost his balance as he heard your sweet voice from literally nowhere , also the fact he had no fucking idea who you were

“Yo wtf ??! Think you can just waltz your way here ??”

You jumped a bit , surprised by his sudden loud voice..what a disappointment. He was just another men.

“I deeply apologies First Man ! I didn’t mean to-“

Adam shushed her , before jumping in his couch and opening a can of cold beer that Lute passed him before leaving the two of them.

“Oh fuck it little miss hottie , don’t call me that , make me sound like a fucking pussy….call me Dickmaster.”

As he took a long gulp of cold beer , he couldn’t see her extremely confused expression…what did any of what he said even had to do with anything ??

“Sooooo , what ? One of those little groupie that tries to suck their fav rockstar after the show ? Cause I’m totally into that shit !”

Group..ie ? What-what was that even supposed to mean ? Uh..if she said she wasn’t what that meant..would-would she get in trouble ? Are only those…groupies ? Allowed there ? What did he meant by sucking ? Like..a kiss ? Or a love bite ? Gasp ! that was sinful ! But..Adam was made in God’s image..so..was giving him a kiss so sinful ?

“Uh..yeah ! Totally ! That’s why I came..here !”

She didn’t miss the sudden grin on Adam’s face when she said that

“Ah fucking finally ! If you knew how hard it is to have one of those fucking holier than thou chicks to help with my fucking pipe !! Now come here babe..”

She slowly walked to him , not because she was teasing him but more because she was trying to guess what was a kiss going to feel like..

She yelp as he placed rough and ungraceful hands on her hips and…turned her around to bend her over..

“Wh-wow !”

She heard his sharp laugh as well as on his sharp clawed like finger started to pull down on her shorts verrry slowly.

“What ?? Thought we were just going to make out and that’s all ?? Oh not when I’m so fucking hard babe..”

Y/N blushed furiously as she started to see where this situation was going to..she wasn’t 100% innocent..she had already seen things..accidentally naturally ! But she seen it..She wasn’t that dumb..why did she feel so..warm ?

“Alright babe..hope you’re ready cuz we ain’t in a movie here , I’m not going to be all sweet and shit like , don’t except after care or whatever they call it !”

Well at least that was honest , Adam was huge , and maybe her hole wasn’t made to be stretched so far and so fast , Adam wasn’t only long but also thick as well as the tip that was awfully veiny…and she couldn’t tell if his body hairs was scratching her or was reassuringly caressing her skin.

“Yeah-fucking like that right ?! Whoooo ! Dickmaster can go at it all night long babe ! Huh ? You like that huh ? To be fucked by your rockstar ?!”

All of this was so intense for the angel that she couldn’t even form a sentence , only able to nod , the sounds of Adam’s grunt mixed with the slaps of her ass the wet sounds making him seemingly go even more feral

“A-Adam~”

“Yeah fucking louder babe !”

The screams , moans and grunts kept getting louder and louder as they both reached their climax together.

“Oh fuck-“

Adam didn’t had the time to pull out“Uh..well , I hope you’ll take a plan B because I won’t be here to assume anything babe.”Still completely wasted by the animalistic like speed , her legs trembling as he catches her back

“Wooooow , careful there fat tits , wouldn’t want my little groupie to break something ! Soooo…what’s your favourite song of mine ?”

Laying on the couch to soothe her aching and trembling legs she slowly raised her head

“Oh..you know..I like what you like..”

“Fuck yeah you do.”

Ah and Emily only knew that you were safe the next day when you called her..ah and yes , Adam brought you home.

((THE END !!))

[melanieratford]

I’M ENGAGED!

On May 5th, 2015, my best friend gathered a bunch of people to go see Avengers: Age of Ultron at the theater in the town next to my hometown. At the time, I was in no mood to be in a relationship... As I had only been single for maybe 6 months. When we got to the theater, she pointed across the foyer and said “There’s my college friends.”... I zeroed in on the guy that had the Sheldon Cooper shirt and yelled “OH MY GOD! SHELDON!”. I did NOT realize the guy I had just yelled at was super cute until AFTER I had yelled at him.

When we got into the actual theater, most of the college friends sat in the front, but the cute guy sat next to me. The more he talked, the more I liked him. I wanted to hold his hand, but I had just met him. It was kind of awkward because, on the other side of me was my best friend and her boyfriend who were cuddling...

After the movie, half of us went to IHOP and the others went to Rosa’s Tortilla Factory. The cute guy went to Rosa’s... He should have come to IHOP.... Because the other girl that was with my half of the group and I wouldn’t shut up about how cute the boy who sat next to me was. My best friend ended up scolding him the next morning saying stuff like “You’re in so much fucking trouble! My friends wouldn’t shut up about how cute they think you are!”. He asked her if he could have my number and she angrily said “YES! You can have her number!”. On April 4th, 2016, after almost a year of talking and getting to know each other, we started dating. A year later we went to see the live action remake of Beauty and the Beast. I got us rings that say “His Beauty” and “Her Beast”.

On May 5th, 2023, 8 years after we first met, we went to the theater in my town (the theater we met at closed down) to see Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3. After the movie, he took me in front of the big poster in the theater’s foyer and proposed! Obviously I said “YES!”! His mom took pictures and gave us a $50 gift card to On The Border. When we left the theater, we went to the restaurant and ate Tex-Mex on the patio while we enjoyed live music. It was absolutely perfect!

Funnily enough, my fiancé accidentally let it slip what day he was gonna propose on before Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania even came out, so I had time to prepare and make myself perfect. I got us shirts that were just like what we wore the day we met. I bought makeup and nail stuff to make sure my nails and makeup looked amazing and we both asked for the day off. I don’t wear makeup! Yet, for this day, I wore Sailor Moon eyeshadow and lip gloss, as well as eyeliner and mascara!

@candysweetposts edited Castiel’s proposal illustration to look like my fiancé and me. I sent her pictures of what we were gonna wear so that it would be as accurate to how the proposal would actually look as possible. I even sent her a pic of my engagement ring (because I helped my fiancé pick it out).

Drachea Rannak did a wedding image of our My Hero Academia characters, Slipstream and Kaiju, at their wedding. The background is the ballroom from the animated Beauty and the Beast and the arch is the Infinity Stones. Margot’s dress is the style I want, but I’m thinking about getting a black dress, so my fiancé is able to see her outfit and not have to worry about bad luck. We’re gonna use this image as our “Welcome Sign” for the wedding. Drachea also sent me the foreground of just the two of them so that I can get a custom acrylic stand made for the cake topper!

[didgeriduwu]

Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Scout/Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Characters: Scout (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Scout's Mother (Team Fortress 2), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Trans Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Male Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Male Character, Tokophobia Warning, Pregnancy, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mpreg, (i guess it depends on your definition), Emotionally Repressed Sniper (Team Fortress 2), oh god just communicate you fucks, Established Relationship, Situationship?, Spy is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), no beta I have no friends, Medic is a cunt i love him, Scout's Ma is the best, Discussion of Abortion, Unplanned Pregnancy, almost forgot that one

Summary: Sniper and Scout's relationship is in limbo, and neither seems to know if or how to fix it. Unexpected news finally forces a change, but whether it'll be for better or for worse is anyone's guess.

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Three weeks. Jeremy had three weeks before he started to ‘show’; That’s what the doc had said, at least. Well, he’d actually said that most people started to show then. Same thing, right? Jeremy plunged his hands into his hoodie’s front pockets only to pull them out right away; his stomach felt… different already. He thought back to the image of himself in the mirror that morning, shirt rolled up to his armpits and his belly…

Nope! Not thinkin’ bout that. Jeremy yanked his mind back to the problem at hand. He had three weeks before the secret was out. Three weeks to figure out what he was going to do, and then do it. It was as simple as that.

It stopped seeming so simple pretty much immediately.

Jeremy stared down the barrel of Teufort’s only public payphone and tried to work up the nerve to dial his Ma’s number. He’d tried twice before, only to slam the handset back into its cradle before reaching the last digit.

Third time’s the charm.

Jeremy quickly dialed the number and closed his eyes. He waited three rings before his courage failed him. The handset’s swift journey home was interrupted by his Ma’s voice.

“Doyle residence, you’ve got Gracie.”

Jeremy froze with the handset an inch away from its rest.

“Hello-oo, anybody there? You called me, ya know.”

He brought the mouthpiece closer. “Uh, hi Ma.”

“Jeremy! I thought you were one of those Sullivan kids trying to prank me again. Did I tell ya I made ‘em clean your brother’s car top to bottom? That’ll teach ‘em not to throw eggs! Did a real good job of it too, I musta scared the livin’ daylights out of ‘em. Oh! Did ya hear about Mrs. Jenkins? I heard…”

The only person Jeremy had ever met who could out-talk him was his mother. Most of the time, he loved having someone who could keep up. He lived for his Sunday calls, in part because he could have a conversation where he didn’t feel like he was talking to himself most of the time.

Today though, he was too bogged down in dread to keep up. “Ma, I need to talk to ya ‘bout somethin’ important. You gotta promise not to be mad at me, though. Do ya promise not to be mad at me?”

“Should I be mad at you? What did ya do, Jer?” Gracie gave the same long-suffering sigh she always did when one of her boys got into trouble. She never quite managed to hide the affection in it, despite her best efforts. “Do ya need bailin’ out again, cause-”

“Ma, please just promise.”

Gracie must have registered the uncertainty in his voice because her next words were softer. Slower. “I promise. Cross my heart n’ hope to die. What’s goin’ on, hon?”

“I’m uh-” He swallowed. Please don’t be mad at me. “I’m uh… pregnant?”

All Jeremy could hear for a moment was the faint buzzing of the phone line, and then: “Is that a question or a statement, Jer?”

“Wha-?”

Her voice was terrifyingly even. “Are ya telling me or are ya asking me?”

“Oh, uh, telling. The Doc says I’m seven-” Jeremy took a second to do the math. “I guess nine now. Nine weeks along.”

A sigh, then in a sympathetic tone. “Ya must really be feeling it now then, huh hon?”

“Yeah.” Jeremy breathed relief through the word. Suddenly all the complaints he’d been holding on to for the last week spilled out. “I’m so frickin’ sick all the time and I constantly need to pee. Like, constantly, Ma. Every five minutes, at least. And I’m cryin’ over nothin’. Yesterday I almost cried over dropping a bag of chips and… oh god, it's happening again.” He swiped violently at his eyes, trying to stop the tears from escaping down his cheeks. “Why am I so frickin’ stupid?”

“Oh honey, you’re not stupid! You’re just full of weird hormones, and I’d bet ya haven’t slept a full night for a while, huh?” At Jeremy’s hum of assent, she continued. “I was exactly the same with my first. Your brother didn’t make it easy on me! I was so sick the doctor had to put me on these awful pills. And then when he started movin’! That kid would not stay still for a minute! But in the end, I got Robbie out of it, and I wouldn’t trade ‘im for the world. Wouldn’t trade any o’ you kids.”

Silence filled the line for a few seconds. The smile that had grown on Jeremy’s face as she spoke slowly began to fade. The next words from him came in a whisper. “What do I do, Ma?”

“I can’t tell ya that, Jerbear.”

Jeremy sighed. “I thought ya might say that.”

“Listen, you got options now, hon. Ones I didn’t have at your age. I won’t lie and say I wouldn’t love to have another grandbaby runnin’ around, but what I want more is for my baby boy to be happy. Ya got that?”

Jeremy swallowed. “Yeah.”

“Good. Don’t let that fella of yours tell ya what to do about this either, alright? It’s your body.”

That was a can of worms Jeremy refused to even touch right now. “I won’t, Ma.”

“Attaboy. Now, I gotta go pick up your nephew. Lil’ Sammy’s on the honour roll, did I tell ya that? Anyway, I promised we’d go get ice cream today to celebrate. Do ya wanna call me back in like an hour?”

Jeremy felt a stab of homesickness and… something else. Something he didn’t want to think about too much. “That’s okay, Ma. I’m pretty tired. Give Sam an extra scoop for me, okay?”

Gracie gave a laugh that wasn’t too dissimilar to her youngest son’s. “Your brother might kill ya for that. He’s gotta get that kid to sleep tonight.”

“Pfft. He can try but ya know he’ll never catch me.” Jeremy gave a watery grin and a laugh that surprised him. “Besides, he can’t kill a pregnant guy. There are laws against that kinda stuff!”

“There’s my Jer!” He heard his Ma smiling through the phone. “Remember hon, whatever happens you can always come home.”

“You’re really not mad at me, then?” The words slipped from his throat before he could stop them.

“Well, I’m not gonna disown ya or anythin’ if that’s what you’re worried about.” Gracie paused for a moment. “Ya know, I always thought I would be mad, but right now I just wish I could give ya a hug. Besides, I bet you’re probably mad enough for the both of us.”

“Yeah, I could really do with a hug right now.” Jeremy felt a pang of loneliness, even as some of the burden he’d been carrying fell from his shoulders. “Thank you, Ma. You’re the best. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jer. Always.”

…

What he was doing was wrong - even Spy knew that - but it had been weeks of this absurdité. Spy had spotted Scout dart off in the middle of battle to expel the contents of his stomach too many times. He’d watched the bags under the runner’s eyes grow darker day by day. Merde, he’d even noticed a case of Bonk! left undisturbed for days in the Mess’s fridge.

Non. It was no use speculating. There was something wrong with his son, and Spy had to find out what it was. So he waited. He bided his time for the perfect moment to strike and when he spotted Jeremy heading toward town on a Sunday afternoon, Spy didn’t hesitate; He flicked open his Spytron and slipped into the guise of his son.

Thin light shone weakly through the infirmary doors’ circular windows, signaling the doctor was in. Spy had never managed to shake the feeling that they were two monstrous eyes peering at him, as foolish as that notion was. He hated this place, but he’d seen Scout headed here more times in the past week than he had in all of the previous years combined, and Spy knew that this was the best place to find answers.

Medic only looked up briefly when he entered, flicking his eyes back to whatever gory experiment he was working on. “Ah, Herr Scout! I do hope zhis time you have made a decision, ja?” The German seemed annoyed, voice dripping with especially false cheer.

Spy jumped up on the examination table in one swift motion, ignoring the twinge of pain in his knees that told him he wasn’t so young anymore. “Uh not yet, Doc. I dunno what ta choose. Could we go ovah da options again?”

Medic looked at him then, eyes narrowing as he pushed his glasses further up his nose. A sigh escaped him. “One moment, Herr Scout.”

Spy watched as the German wandered over to rifle through a cabinet. “Now where did I leave it? Not zhere. Nein..” He worked his way through three drawers before finally: “Ah-ha! Zhere it is.”

“What’s dat you got- AH!” Spy howled at the wickedly large needle that had quite suddenly become one with the palm of his hand. “C’est quoi ce bordel?” [What the fuck! Literally: What is this mess? Even more literally: What is this brothel?] Spy looked up to see the business end of a crossbow aimed at his head.

“RED or BLU?” Medic demanded.

“Quoi-”

“RED or BLU? I suppose I vould find out if I killed you right now, but zen I’d have to leave my lab to find out vhy you are here. I’m a busy man, Herr Spy, so just spit it out.”

Slowly, Spy used his good hand to retrieve the disguise kit from his pocket. “BLU.” He said, as the image of Scout dissolved into smoke around him. “I am on your team, see?”

Medic sniffed. “I have never been entirely convinced of zhat.” He lowered his crossbow, nonetheless. “I assume you are here about Herr Scout?”

Spy considered lying, but the glint in the good doctor’s eye told him it would be fruitless. “Oui.”

“Wunderbar! I’ve prepared a brief for you.” Medic flung a manilla folder into the Frenchman’s lap. Spy scrambled to keep it from sliding off.

“You were expecting me?”

“Of course! I had assumed you vould be here much earlier, to be honest.” Medic turned his attention to the syringe still lodged in Spy’s palm. In one swift motion, he tore it out.

Spy’s accompanying cry was in anger as well as pain. “Why the fuck did you stab me then?”

“Zhat vas just for fun! No dangerous untested pharmaceuticals here!” His gleeful chuckle was far from reassuring. “Now, out! I’m busy! Raus! Raus!”

Spy didn’t question that as he slid off the examination table. He’d worked in intelligence long enough to know when it was better not to know. There was one thing, however, he couldn’t help but ask.

Smoke engulfed him for a moment, before the visage of Scout once again replaced his own. With that uncouth Boston twist, Spy asked: “Outta interest, Doc, what gave me away?”

“Oh zhat?” Medic let out a terrifying giggle, eyes on the place where the Bostonian’s usual red t-shirt was tucked into the waist of his baseball knickers. “Your image of him is out of date. Did you not zhink Herr Scout has put on a little… veight, recently?”

[complete-idiot-in-love]

Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 45 (SPOILERS)

Oh no, a warning for graphic themes? If someone died im crying so hard

KEEP YOUR DAMN CLOTHES ON TORBEK OR I SWEAR TO THE GODS

My S/I would be so happy to finally explore the material plane!!

Father twin giggle sesh :D

Kremy is going crazy again

When Torbek is worried about YOU, then you know you're acting crazy /j

Gideon and his old man glasses omfg, I love that image so much

“Empath” Gricko gives off astrology girl vibes and idk why

I WAS RIGHT, HE DID A GEMINI JOKE OMG

NAT 20 FOR GIDEON LETS GOOOOOOO

My S/I would be having so much trouble in the desert because of them never having experienced a dessert before and the whole satyr fur thing

My bestie, the eldritch abomination of a bugbear <3

Gricko getting the party into trouble against a desert hydra is so him coded, bro would get the group in trouble at a damn Wal-mart

ANOTHER NAT 20 FOR GIDEON, THAT HYDRA IS SO FUCKIN DEAD!!!

OMFG A THIRD NAT 20 FOR GIDEON!!!! THAT HYDRA IS GONNA BE MUSH!!! (Im stimming so hard right now, my hands are flying like crazy fr fr))

Mace has the same amount of object permanence as I do /j

OH FUCK, I HATE BUGS! KILL EM, KILL EM

I LOVE KREMY’S OMINOUS JAZZ AND NEON FORM :D

OOOOO NIKKIE GOT A NAT 20

What is with all these nat 20’s this episode, loaded dice? /j

Of course Gricko would try to befriend the monster

Mikey's dice bag being full of bananyas is so damn funny

ALCHEMIC WHAT? FLEASHLIGHTS??

NOOOOO, TORBEK GOT A NAT 20 TOO BUT NIKKIE DREADED HIM

WHAT? HUNGER OF HADAR??? KREMY IS OP AF

Hootsie is so smart to not deal w that bs fr fr

Kremy accidentally kills his teammates via mind fuckery /j

My S/I would be so confused during the hunger of hadar thing, they'd be screaming shit like: “IS THIS NORMAL IN THE MATERIAL PLANE, AND WHERE IN THE HELLS IS EVERYONE???”

All these dudes are so OP in their own ways but also complete idiots in others, I love them all so much

NOOOOOO GIDEON IS IN QUICKSAND

“That's from Agwe you dumb ugly bastard!” is a great like Gideon, good job

NAT 20 FOR TORBEK FINALLY!!!!! AND HE KILLED IT YEAHHHHHHHHHH

“Longscarfing it” is my new favorite thing

Fighting with an erection mention lmao XD

They're freaking out about Nikkie playing swamp music lmao

NOOOO DON'T AWAKEN GOREBEK

We love the swoose (Swan + Goose)

Also wasn't one of the cookies Bavlorna gave Torbek a swoose, and Nikkie is using the same accent for the swoose as she did Bavlorna

“Recount the tales to me x3, of a troubled past and what set you free” ARE WE GONNA GET SOME BACKSTORY ON THREE OF THE DUDES???? PLEASE LET ONE OF THEM BE TORBEK, BRO IS AN ENIGMA

GIDEON BEING KIDNAPPED AS A CHILD AWAY FROM HIS PAW IS SO SAAAAAAD, WE NEED TO REUNITE PAW COAL AND MY DAD TOGETHER AND HAVE A HAPPY FAMILY AGAIN (T-T)

“We hit rock bottom and picked up shovels” HAHAHA

I wonder what Andy’s theory is, My theory is that Zybilna is the fourth sister or at least connected to them in some way

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Give Me Your Trust

Part 3 to Undisclosed Desires (1) and Devil's Advocate (2)

Warnings: Smut (18+), Spanking, face sitting, cockwarming, unprotected sex, light choking, heavy on the Lieutenant kink, praise kink, subspace, with a dash of power play, creampie (i think i hate this word lmaooo)

Summary: You learn to obey your Lieutenant.

"So," you say, moving toward his kitchen for a glass of water. You take a sip, leaning against the counter, watching him intently.

"Are you going to explain now? Or should I just wait?"

"Ask me again."

"Ask you-?"

He's staring across the room, squinting, trying to find the words that won't come easy to him.

"Ask me... what you asked me a week ago... in my office."

Was this some kind of joke?

You couldn't see him making a joke of this, so you ask him again.

"Will you have sex with me, Lieutenant?"

He closes his eyes and groans. He turns to face you.

"Promise it won't get weird?"

"I promise I'll talk it out with you, if it does get weird."

He cups your cheek.

"Promise you'll tell me if you don't like something I do?"

Oh god this was really happening. You feel your body responding to him rapidly.

"I promise that I'll tell you." You say to him.

"Then yes, I'll have sex with you."

You smile, leaning in to give him a small embrace.

"Can I kiss you?" You both say at the same time, erupting into laughter directly after.

You tilt your face up, rising onto your toes. You linger for a moment, letting the tension build, before pressing your lips to his.

He groans, hands clenched at his sides, trying not to take too many liberties. You miss his touch, taking his hands and guiding them around you. You keep your hands on his, pushing them down to grab at your ass. You moan into his mouth.

"You can touch me, Billy. Anywhere, anyway, same as before."

You move one of his hands up to cup your cheek.

He gives you a couple smaller kisses, smiling against your mouth. His hand moves up, into your hair, to cup at your head.

He pulls back to say something, and you look up at him curiously.

You gasp as he fists your hair aggressively, pulling your body impossibly closer to his. He looks at you, with fire burning behind his eyes.

"You're in so much fucking trouble tonight, pretty girl. You think it was easy for me? Watching you rub yourself against Murdock like a needy little kitten? As if I didn't have to rub one out in the bathroom after you called me Lieutenant last week and asked me to fuck you?"

His eyes are piercing into yours, filled with fire.

"Billy..." you whine.

He only grips your hair harder, tilting your head to the side.

"And that's another thing." He hisses.

"There isn't any Billy here. I'm Lieutenant Russo and you're my naughty little girl."

You nod mindlessly, hoping that he'll give you whatever you want if you're good for him.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant."

He groans, pressing his forehead to yours. He lets go of your hair and pushes your jacket off your shoulders, your jeans quickly follow.

"Go sit on the couch. Don't touch yourself or I won't let you cum tonight."

Your eyebrows raise at his threat, you don't think he'd do something that harsh to you- at least you hope not. You smile, rising up on your toes to give him one more kiss before pulling back and walking away from him.

You sit patiently on his couch, in your shirt and mismatched underwear,  wiggling your toes and trying not to think about what he's going to do to you. Your brain gave you enough vivid images of him already, you try to stop speculating and just wait.

Your mouth drops when he walks in. He's lost his shirt, you take your time exploring the expanse of his chest with your eyes. He looks absolutely delicious, wearing nothing but his navy blue pants. Your mouth waters when you eye his collarbones, his perfect skin. You ache for a taste of his cock.

"Stand up."

You don't hesitate to obey.

"Turn around."

You comply.

You feel his body press against your back and you sigh, he feels so amazing when he's close. He rubs your arms, moving down to your hips. You lean against him, moaning when he kisses your neck. You tilt your head to give him better access.

"So needy." He teases.

"For you, Lieutenant."

"I doubt that. Seeing as you were ready to get on your knees for Murdock a few hours ago."

You laugh softly, closing your eyes and swaying in his arms.

"Marine force recon, two hundred confirmed kills, decorated war hero, and you're still so dumb, Russo. I was trying to make you jealous."

His hand reaches around and grips your throat, holding you in place, and squeezing down just a little on the sides of your neck.

"You better watch your fucking tone with me, little girl," he spits, "I may be your best friend, but right now I'm your superior."

You let out a small laugh, and a quick roll of your eyes.

"And what are you going to do about it Lieutenant? You gonna spank-"

He pushes you forward and you gasp and reach your arms out to brace your fall onto the couch. You look back in surprise to catch his angry expression.

"That's a good start." He says, sitting next to you and grabbing your wrist to tug you over his lap. You try to move, but he presses down on the back of your neck, keeping you in place.

"If you move, I'll double the amount you'll get, understand?"

"Will this hurt?" You ask nervously.

Shit, Billy thinks, he's going too fast.

"Hey," he says softly, pulling you up so that you're sitting on your heels beside him. He runs his fingers over your cheek gently.

"It'll sting a little, but it's nothing you can't handle. You might even like it." He kisses your forehead. "It's a punishment though, because mouthy, girls who tease, get punished. If you're a good girl, maybe you'll get a reward instead."

"Oh," You breathe, "I wanna be a good girl."

He smiles, nodding his head in thought.

"Then take your punishment without a word."

"Okay." You say eagerly, moving your body back over his lap.

Your keen movements make his heart skip a beat. The sight of you draping yourself over his lap, presenting your ass for a punishment awakens something so primal inside him.

What a good girl you are. His. His good girl.

He caresses your ass, and you can't help the needy squirm you do.

He takes his time, tugging your cotton panties down to your mid thighs.

"If you want me to stop, or if it's too much, say 'red.' Understood?"

"Yes, Lieutenant." You say sweetly, bracing for his punishment.

You hear the clapping sound long before you feel the sting, gasping at the impact of his roughened palm on your behind. The sting sends a pleasurable feeling to your core, and you arch involuntarily, making your ass more pronounced.

You hiss with his second spank, unable to relieve the tingling sensation blooming on your clit.

He stops, and you raise your head to look back at him.

"Doing okay?" He asks.

"Mmhmmmm. Yes Lieutenant."

You clench your thighs together in an attempt to get some friction on your aching core.

He spanks you again, and you can't hold off the needy moan.

"Moreee." You plead.

He applies more force, you can feel the way your ass shakes on impact. You can't help but wiggle your hips.

He laughs, "You actually like this, don't you? Getting off on punishment?"

He gives you another harsh spank.

You can't help the need you have to be touched. Your clit screams in desperation.

Every slap he lands makes you clench around nothing until you're so wet he can see your folds glistening for him.

You moan when his fingers find their way to your swollen bundle, massaging the neglected nub until you're gasping and on the brink of orgasm.

He grips your shoulders and pulls you up, stripping the remainder of clothes from your body.

"My pretty girl." He murmurs, pulling you onto his lap and kissing you slowly. His hands squeeze at your sore behind and you hiss at the stinging reminder.

"Took your punishment so well, good girl. I'll give you one orgasm now as a reward."

His words make you unbelievably aroused, and you panic at how desperate you ache for him. You bury your face into his neck, giving his shoulders a squeeze as you go shy above him.

"You okay?" He asks, concern in his voice.

"Yeah," you say, voice barely above a whisper, "Just a little overwhelmed."

"We can stop- or take a break?" He suggests.

You shake your head, running your hands down the flat expanse of his back. He feels so good under you, you can't help but savour the moment.

He calls your name in question.

"Hmm?"

"Want to stop?"

"No." You whisper, "I just want to feel you for a bit."

He gives a little laugh, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"Petty girl." He says in a soothing tone, as if you're not feeling his stiff erection below you.

You roll your hips a little, feeling his hard member throbbing in his pants. He groans.

He squeezes your sore behind in warning.

"I won't hesitate to punish you again if you act up."

"Sorry." You say with a small giggle, kissing his bearded cheek.

You kiss his cheek again, working closer to his lips. He doesn't move, letting you cover his face in small kisses.

"I believe I was promised a reward?" You ask teasingly.

He makes a sound in the back of his throat, one that clearly states that he doesn't think you deserve a reward now.

"Come onnn..." you say encouragingly, nibbling at the column of his neck.

"Don't you want to make your pretty girl happy, Lieutenant?" You grind your naked body against his, rubbing your pebbled nipples against his chest.

You giggle against his mouth as the tips of his fingers trace patterns up and down your body.

"You're really somethin' else."

He supports your butt when he stands suddenly, you squeal as your balance shifts, gripping around his neck tighter.

You hold on to him as he walks you to his room, kissing you slowly and sweetly. Your toes curl and butterflies erupt in your stomach at the scorching way he kisses.

You gasp when he drops you unceremoniously onto the bed, laughing at your shock and fear.

You grab a pillow, tossing it at him in mock anger. He smacks is away easily, leaning over you to kiss you some more.

"Spread your legs and show me that pretty little cunt." He whispers against your lips.

You moan in delight, spreading your thighs obediently to give him a look at your core, dripping with arousal.

He moans at the sight of you, ready and almost dripping onto his sheets.

"Touch yourself for me."

You nibble at your bottom lip, fingers reaching down to do as he says. Your face heats up as you watch him, his eyes glued to your slick folds. You're not too familiar with how to pleasure yourself, simply sticking to running the tips of your fingers up and down your slit.

He looks enraptured. Fixated on the apex of your thighs. You scissor your fingers, spreading your folds to give him a quick peek at your entrance.

He groans when you pull away to show him the wetness glistening on your fingers. He takes your hand in his, pulling your fingers into his mouth to get a taste.

He closes his eyes, sucking at the tips of your fingers, making small sounds of appreciation.

He gives you a cheeky smile when he lays back, getting himself comfortable before looking at you.

"Sit on my face."

You mouth parts in shock.

"But you- you won't be able to breathe." You protest.

"That's my problem, pretty girl."

"But- but I'll get you messy. I'll be all around you."

He groans.

He takes one of your hands, tugging you so that you're straddling his chest and slowly shuffling your way upwards.

"Are you sure? What if I hurt you?"

"You won't hurt me, but I'll pinch your thigh if I want you to stop, yeah?"

"O-okay."

He keeps one hand linked with yours and with the other, he guides your hips down onto his mouth.

The first touch of his tongue swipes your worries away. You bite down on your lip, muffling your moan of pleasure. He runs his tongue lazily over your clit, pushing your hips up so that he can sink his tongue into your entrance. He encourages your hips to grind down on his tongue, rubbing your wet pussy against his face.

He runs his hands up and over your body, moans of appreciation and enjoyment coming from below you.

Billy makes sure to be extra vocal, making sure that you know how much he's enjoying this, enjoying you.

"Oh, Billy- Lieutenant... fuckk. Feels so good."

You start moving your hips on your own, undulating against his sinful tongue.

"Please don't stop. 'M gonna cum so hard Lieutenant."

You tug one of his hands up to cup your breast, his other quickly follows, letting you fully control the pace of your hips on his face.

Your hips speed up.

"Do you like this? Like the way your pretty girl rubs her pussy on your face?"

He groans again, his tongue moving faster. You feel your high creeping up. Your movements get sloppy.

"Mmm, so close, so close, oh god, don't you dare stop. So much better than my dreams."

You gasp, toes curling, teetering on the edge. A few more swipes of his tongue and you cry out as your orgasm hits. Your eyes roll back into your head, hips stuttering as you ride out your orgasm. You shift your hips to raise yourself, but he grips your hips firmly, keeping you pressed to his face, licking at your release.

You sigh when he finally releases you, letting you slide off his face into a boneless heap next to him.

"Shit." You say, catching your breath. He laughs, wiping at his face and turning toward you.

"Better than your dreams, huh?" He teases.

You groan, regretting the confession.

"There any chance you can forget I ever said that?"

He's shaking his head before you even finish the sentence.

"I'll never let you live this down."

You laugh, pressing your head into his chest in shame.

"Ready for round two?"

You nod eagerly.

[weirdprophetess]

been seeing people talk about Ethel Cain a lot and had chills the entire time i watched her perform Morning Elvis with Florence so I'm playing Preacher's Daughter for the first time and writing notes as I go

fair warning this is an incredibly long post

first of all i have to say i love this album cover the dark warm browns are gorgeous and really give off that rural small town vibe and i read a few articles about her so i know she grew up in a place like that and the album title is describing her because her dad was a deacon of the church her and her family grew up in

the basssss the bass starting family tree ooooooohhhhh i love that

these crosses all over my body remind me of who i used to be and christ forgive these bones im hiding from no one successfully jesus can always reject his father but he cannot escape his mothers blood W H A T

THE BEATSSS THEYRE SO DARK AND DRAMATIC AND ATMOSPHERIC IM SCREAMING IM ONE MINUTE IN AND THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST ALBUM INTRO IVE EVER HEARD

my brain chemistry has already been altered i instantly need this on vinyl

loveee the guitar starting off american teenagerrrrrr

the suspended vocalization tooooooo)(U*U@PIHF@

i love love love her voice its so rich and she does deep and high notes both so amazingly welllllllll screaming

the melody the flow of the lyrics the beat the synthy floaty sounds im deadddd i love thissss i want to rip it apart like soft hot bread and eat ittttt

SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT WITH YOU F I S T S FOR ONCE

MAIN CHARACTER TYPE SONG I LOVE THE IRONY I LOVE TEH SADNESS IM GOING TO WALK AROUND TO THIS SO MUCH THAT IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST HONORS I CAN GIVE A SONG @mothercain YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE BITCHHHH

I HAVE FINISHED TWO SONGS AND ITS ALREADY MY NEW PERSONALITY TIME TO HYPERFIXATE FOR MONTHS AND LET IT TAKE OVER THIS WHOLE FUCKING BLOG

THE SUSPENDED PIANO NOTES FOR HOUSE IN NEBRASKA???? Y E S

THE ECHOEY VOCALS MAKE ME INSANE IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS RENDING MY GARMENTS GNASHING MY TEETH OH MY GODDDDDD

I STILL CALL HOME THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA WHERE WE FOUND EACH OTHER IN A DIRTY MATTRESS ON THE SECOND FLOOR WHERE THE WORLD WAS EMPTY SAVE YOU AND I WHERE YOU CAME AND I LAUGHED AND YOU LEFT AND I CRIED WHERE YOU TOLD ME EVEN IF WE DIED TONIGHT THAT ID DIE YOURS

YOU KNOW I STILL WAIT AT THE EDGE OF TOWN PRAYING STRAIGHT TO GOD THAT MAYBE YOULL COME BACK AROUND I HAVE FULL BODY CHILLSSSSSS

THE ROCK GUITAR SMASHING IN AND BEING SO CRUNCHY GODDDDDDDDD

He's never looked more beautiful on his Harley in the parking lot breaking into the ATMs sleeping naked when it gets too hot from what ive heard people say about Lana Del Rey's music this sounds like she might've been an influence

show me how much i mean to you while im lying in these sheets undressed id hold the gun if you ask me to but if you love me like you say you do would you ask me to troubles always gonna find you baby but so will i crying only because im happy hold me across every state line im never gonna leave you baby even if you lose whats left of your mind cause you know ill be right there beside you riding through those western nights

ooh there's another song called family tree the first one was family tree (intro) but there's track five without (intro) delicious

oohhhhhooohohoho same first two lines but then new lyrics

give myself up to him in offering let him make a woman out of me ooooh hoo hoo hooooo

so family tree is a banger

i immediately thought emo cowboy on hearing those lyrics and google actually gave me that so thank you whoever made this image because its truly the essence of this album

the next one is hard times and the first thing i thought of was paramore ive been obsessed with that song lately

nine going on eightaayynn lay it on meeeeeeheeeeheeeee yessssss

im tiiiiired of you too tiiiiired to leave im tiiiired of you still tiiiiied to meeeee

I MET YOU THERE IN TEXAS

MY ASS WHO LIVES IN TEXAS👀👀👀

i met you there in texas somewhere on the thoroughfare on the side of the road with a pistol in my pocket i didnt trust no one but you said baby dont run ill take you anywhere

AND YOU SAID HEY DO YOU WANNA SEE THE WEST WITH MEEEHEEEEEE CAUSE LOVES OUT THERE AND I CANT LEAVE IT BEEEEEE AND I SAID HONEY LOVES NEVER MEANT MUCH TO ME BUT ILL COME WITH YOU IF YOURE SURE ITS WHAT YOU NEED

love love lovvveeeeee the beat that comes in a bit before that part

sad cowgirl winter lets go girls

i am halfway through this album and ive made more notes than i have for some albums twice the length thats how good 13 track albums always are

its not a real cowboy album if youre not spending the last two minutes of a nine and a half minute song just vocalizing

oh the nexts songs called gibson girl ive heard of that but i forgot what it is hang on

a type of drawing by a man named Charles Gibson of the ideal woman of the 1890s ooh should be interesting

the intro for this songgggg

the production is the fucking besttttt

the echoes for this one too yesss i love this shitttt

i dont even know what image to put this over but just youre all the same black leather and dark glasses pourin another while i shake my ass hes cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed obsession with the money addicted to the drugs says hes in love with my body thats why hes fucking it up

the guitar breakkkkkkk:PO(*&^%$^;l;pqokpiaw

next ones name is ptolemaea so lemme go look that up too

oh yeahhh that greek astrologer dude okay

ooh the distortion in the beginningggg

the intensity building is so horror-like i love it

the screech on the last stop made me jump a lil goodbye

I am the face of loves rage what the fuck

the guitar and drums all getting more intense after that line remind of of the end of I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers ill take ten million more songs with that please

the entire ending um???

its a good thing i decided to listen to this album around noon and not the middle of the night because i love demonic speaking parts but not when my eyes arent adjusted to the dark girl

ooh august underground is an instrumental i went to look up the lyrics and apparently its named after a horror film trilogy so ill probably check that out soon

televangelism is also purely instrumental and genius says its ethels ascent to heaven as music god this sounds gorgeous

what i wouldnt give to be in church this sunday listening to the choir so heartfelt all singing god loves you but not enough to save you so good luck on your own baby so i said fine cause thats how my daddy raised if they strike one once then you just hit em twice as hard but in the end the fire bent under the weight they gave me and this heart would break and fall twice as far eating these lyrics

WE ALL KNOW HOW IT GOES THE MORE IT HURTS THE LESS IT SHOWS BUT I STILL FEEL LIKE THEY ALL KNOW AND THATS WHY I COULD NEVER G O BACK HOME E T H E L THERE IS NO NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS???

SO I MET HIM THERE AND TOLD HIM I BELIEVE SINGING IF ITS MEANT TO BE THEN IT WILL BE AND I FORGIVE IT ALL AS IT COMES BACK TO ME IM STILL PRAYING FOR THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA BY THE HIGHWAY OUT ON THE EDGE OF TOWN DANCING WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN I CANT LET GO WHEN SOMETHINGS BROKEN ITS ALL I KNOW AND ITS ALL I WANNA KNOW

one more song i have no idea what to say

freezer bride, your sweet divine look i have been obsessed with the locked tomb for over a year im not going to NOT think of Alecto when i see this

when my mother sees me on the side of a carton in winn-dixie's dairy aisle like the one promo picture for this right

and arlington's in texas👀👀👀

f.inisheddd thea lbum(*&#!OHPI#!HFo

wow what the hell was that im going to obsess over it forever

if there is not a colored vinyl of this i am going to fucking murder someone this deserves something gorgeous for me to stare at while its playing

in conclusion i cannot in any way let my religious mother know im trying to get this album so im going to work with my friend who helps me get explicit/gay music my mom wont let me because spotifys alright but i need to listen to this on my little portable cd player with headphones on full blast on the floor in the middle of the night because truly every album experience is better that way but especially shit like this

ethel if youre reading this how the everloving FUCK is this your debut album this literally deserves a grammy we all know they havent been shit for a while but if you dont get one for this im going to maul the entire Academy for real. keep doing weird shit i literally heard about you from Morning Elvis with Florence, my number one weird music woman and her taste has not failed me yet, especially not after an hour of being immersed in this

[oblxvion]

little secret | jean kirschstein

-> pairing: ceo!jean kirschstein x f!reader

-> wc: 1.6k

-> warnings: NSFR, smut/nsfw, praise, vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

-> notes: for u my love @miyanom​ <333 LOL let me know if there's any mistakes that i missed while editing!

you had no idea how you ended up in this situation, bare chest pressed up against his desk as he pushed your head down with one hand, holding your right hip with the other. it was all too much, and with your boss, jean kirschstein. of course you found him attractive, who wouldn’t? but to think that he was infatuated with you, his secretary, made your brain feel funny.

it was just a normal day at work, you had worn suitable and appropriate attire, but for some reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

jean was mesmerized, there was something different about you from the rest off the women that he had worked with. he felt weird having these feelings for you as your superior, but for some reason, it aroused him more. the way you acted around everyone, you seemed so innocent, and he wanted to know what you felt like, how you’d moan under him, get all worked up from him barely touching you. you hadn’t been able to leave his thoughts for the past couple weeks and when he saw you come into his office to deliver some papers, he knew he had to have his way with you.

one thing led to another, and here you were now. 

“fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he seethed, pulling you up towards him so your back flush against his chest. this angle hitting that spongey spot perfectly, he could tell by the way you squeezed around him at this action. just by this simple change, you could feel the coil beginning to tighten, threatening to snap.

“jean, shit, ‘m gonna cum—” 

just as you were about to have the release of a lifetime, the both of you froze at the sound of someone knocking on the door do jean’s office. horror struck your face as you looked over to him, quickly pulling out as you winced at the loss of the feeling of being full, and your ruined orgasm before jean motioned for you to get underneath his desk while he sat down in his chair.

“jean, may i come in?” you recognized that voice, connie springer. one of the members of his board. you’d heard jean talk about him when you’d dropped off some work for him in the past. 

“oh, uh, yeah,” he coughed, trying to not sound as suspicious as he wiped down the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. of all the times when connie needed to talk to him, why did it have to be now?

“so, i have some papers for you that i need you to look at, they look pretty important.” connie explains, walking closer over to the desk. you stayed quiet as you looked up to jean, visibly tense at the fact that connie was coming closer. if connie found out what the two of you were doing, you were almost certain that you’d lose your job.

“okay, yeah, i can get them to you later this afternoon, just leave them on the table.” he sounded agitated, to anyone except connie, it was clear that jean wanted him to leave and continue his fun that he was having with you moments prior. 

what he didn’t expect was to feel you sliding your hands up his thighs, palming his dick through his poorly zipped pants. you heard his breath hitch as you continued your ministrations, slowly pulling his still hard cock out from under his garments.

you lazily stroked his length, bringing your mouth over to tease his tip with your tongue as you tasted the remnants of yourself and his precum. ever so quietly, you continued to bring more of him into your cavern, bobbing your head and up and down, making sure to not make a sound. 

jean, on the other hand, was having trouble keeping his composure. there’s no way that he would say or do something that’d risk your cover, and more importantly, he thought this was insanely attractive that you were giving him, your superior, head under his desk. 

he peered down to look at you, catching a moan in his throat before playing it off as a cough. you looked so pretty like this, with his cock down your throat, your spit coating his length and your hand as you proceeded to slide your hand up and down his shaft. this image alone was going to be burned into his memory forever, he was going to have to see this again. 

“hey, is everything okay?” connie could tell that there was something wrong, and jean did not want him to come any closer, he did not want connie to see you like this, it was meant for him only. 

“yeah, everything’s fine, i just am a bit stressed out that’s all,” jean responded in a monotone voice as his hands gripped the sides of his chair, he wasn’t going to last long. 

“well, do you wanna talk about—” 

“no, fuck, sorry. can i just have some space, please?” with that, connie gave a small nod, obviously worried for his boss but wanting to give him some space as he left the room. 

once the door closed behind connie, jean eased into his chair, chuckling in the process. he looked down at you once again, seeing as you hadn’t slowed your movements, he brought his hand down to your head and intertwined his fingers with your hair, aiding your head up an down.

“that was, fuck, quite the stunt you pulled,” he smirked down at you as you pulled off of him, giving him a cheeky smile as you continued to lazily jerk him off. it was so sloppy, but the two of you loved it. “c’mere.” 

jean grabbed your free wrist to pull you up towards him, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss. the kiss was full of need, full of need, and full of lust. your hand lazily moving up and down his length before crawling up into his lap. 

you melted into the kiss as you swiveled your hips on his dick, teasing him by sliding his tip between your folds but not quite bringing him inside just yet. as much as you wanted to tease him, make him crumble even more than he was already, you were aching for him.

"fuck — baby, put it in, oh my god," jean groaned as he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut before bringing his hands to your waist. in this moment, you felt so powerful by doing this action but it was quickly forgotten. his hands gripped you tightly and moved your hips in a way that his tip slid over your clit perfectly. the way he made you feel, the pleasure he gave you, it was too overwhelming.

the moment he slipped his cock inside your cunt, you immediately felt yourself get closer to your climax. your previous orgasm ruined, you were desperate to get it back.

your arm wrapped around his neck while his hands were on your waist as you sunk down, taking him to the hilt. the slick from your arousal made it easier for jean to thrust inside you, alternating between that and you riding him.

his hands remained at your waist, grinding you down onto him as your foreheads touched and lips ghosting each other's, but not once making contact. jean wanted to hear your pretty little noises while you wanted to hear his.

“jean,” you whimpered, melting into his touch.

“so — fucking pretty, you’re so pretty, my pretty girl.” jean babbled as your cunt continued to suck him back in, it was so addictive. he loved it, he wanted more, he needed more, he needed to feel you cum.

you both were clearly close with how erratic jeans's thrusts were and how desperately you ground your hips down onto him.

"fuck fuck fuck, jean, please," you whined, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder as he fucked into you at a a steady pace. the way you squeezed down on him, drove him insane. he could feel his orgasm approaching as he brought his hands down to the fat of your ass, gripping hard as he bounced you on his cock. 

the way he kept hitting that special spot over and over again, and you could feel your legs begin to tremble as your orgasm washed over you. with a yell of his name, your body trembled as the wall broke down, your release coating his cock.

“’m cumming, fuck, oh fuck,” jean groaned, the feeling of your arousal and previous orgasm drove him over the edge as hot spurts of cum flooded your insides. his thrusts slowed to a halt as he rested his head on your shoulder as an attempt to catch his breath.

you both sat there in a comfortable silence for a few moments before you felt the feeling of his cum seeping out of your swollen cunt. you stood up and began to look for your panties, not knowing where to they were. 

“looking for these?” jean smirks while reaching into his back pocket to pull out your black lace thong.

“yeah, thanks,” you turn your back towards him, clearly embarrassed that he had your panties in his pocket. you could feel your face hot as you felt his chest press against the small of your back before giving you a light kiss on the exposed skin of your shoulder. 

“lemme help you,” he whispers before kneeling down so you can step into your undergarments as he slides them up your thighs and under your skirt before standing tall again. his hand reached under the fabric to bring his fore finger and middle finger just over the crotch to feel the mix of his cum along with yours. “keep it in for me when i check later, yeah?”

your face hot as you gave him a small nod before flattening your skirt, fixing your skirt and hair. just as you had reached for the handle of his door, you heard his voice once more. 

“it can be our little secret.”

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Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

A Frank Adler One Shot.

Summary: It’s Frank’s wedding night… but you’re not quite ready to let him go just yet.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+) allusions to cheating…

Pairings:  Frank Adler x Reader

A/N: Just a little smutty one shot featuring everyone’s favourite Dirty Boat Daddy. Written for @onlyjamesbarnes 1.5k Follower Challenge. Prompt in bold. Congrats babe!!

Lyrics from Fall Out Boy- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Frank Adler Master list // Main Masterlist

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I'm gonna make you bend and break,

Say a prayer, but let the good times roll

In case God doesn't show…

Frank had always been powerless to resist you. He was a moth to your flame, but like always, you play with fire and you get burnt.

But now, you were the one burning, burning hotter than the sun.

With a groan, you ground your hips down as you leaned back, rolling and rocking down onto him. That face, sharp chiselled jawline covered by a slightly nearer than usual scruff looked back at you, his perfect profile silhouetted against the moonlight which drifted through the curtains of the hotel room.

How could something that wrong feel so fucking right?

And I want these words to make things right, But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.

"Who does he think he is?"

If that's the worst you've got, better put your fingers back to the keys

He shouldn’t have let you in, but you knew he would as soon as he fired you the message with his room number. Your signature knock had sounded across the plush suite he was spending his last night as a ‘single’ man in, and like a sacrificial lamb welcoming its slaughter, he’d opened the door.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I wanted to see you.” You blinked up at him. He was still in his slacks and dress shirt, from the rehearsal you’d sat through, tie discarded, collar open. He cut a stark contrast to the boat greased and oil stained, salty air cured man you were used to.

He held the door open for you, stepping back and allowing you in. Without a word you walked over to the grand windows the space provided, offering a look at the shoreline outside and below. The view was breathtaking at night, the moonlight shining off the waves as they lapped at the shore, mere metres away from where tomorrow he would take his vows.

Through the reflection of the window behind you, you could see him just as his hands gripped at your waist. You turned on the ball of your foot, manicured fingers running up his chest from his strong pecs to his collarbones and over his shoulders to around his neck, your lips quickly on his. Your tongue slipped inside, tasting a hint of scotch, a half drunk glass of which sat on the small coffee table to the right. Frank moaned against your mouth while your fingers slipped through the neatly trimmed hair of his neck.

You pushed against him slightly with your body, the back of his legs hitting the chair besides the coffee table and he took a seat, breaking your kiss.

“This shouldn’t-“

“Shhh.” You shook your head. “Just give me tonight, please.”

He stared at you with lust blown eyes, different to the playful glint he normally possessed when he used to look at you, as you thought for a second about your next move, bottom lip already swollen from his kiss between your teeth.

You knew he was a goner.

"Y/N," he managed to croak out as you straddled his lap, seating yourself over his now hard cock, the rough fabric of his dark dress pants constraining him, giving you just enough teasing friction agasint your sensitive inner thighs. His large hands slid up your thighs and under your light coloured, flowy dress as you moved your lips over his again, giving him access to your ass, finger tips grazing the barely there material of your panties.

You ground down against him, your hips rolling in a circular motion as he growled into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks with his hands. You kicked off your sandals, making a thud as they hit the plush carpet. A sound that matched that of your heart. A heart that squeezed in your chest, as if someone had wound and elastic band around its middle knowing that tomorrow you’d watch him takes his vows.

And everything would change.

Frank broke away from your lips, to lick and nip at your jaw and down your neck, tongue rolling against your sternum. His face drilled between your breasts, inhaling your scent.

Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and plucked them open skillfully, French manicured nails raking across his chest, causing him to shudder and groan. You reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with little trouble, lifting your hips slightly, showing a strength in your thighs as you lifted away from him, to undo his flies. You adjusted yourself, pushing up on your knees just a little to allow the room you needed to dip your hand just under his boxers waistline, gently gripping at his dick.

“No, not here.” He growled, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. “I want you in the bed.”

The bed. Where he would spend his first night as a married man.

It was so wrong.

Yet you happily obliged.

It was a well practiced tango the pair of you had danced over the years, and now here you were, him keening underneath you with a desperation you’d come to know well.

You could feel his cock pulsing against your walls and it gave you the chills. You held the power and control as he struggled to keep his.

With a quick movement, Frank sat up, pulling you flush against his chest, the angle hitting you just at that pleasurable spot he always managed to hit within you. His head dropped, lips and teeth gently teasing your nipple, large hands splayed agains your spine as he lavished you with affection.

You started grinding down harder, looking for that clitoral stimulation you wanted and as you found it, he moaned deeply into your ear.

“I’m close, but I don’t wanna… not yet.” His words were a plea, a plea that he wasn’t ready to end, and you knew he didn’t simply mean tonight.

But it had to. There was no way around it.

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter"

"Just...let...go," you purred against him.

"Oh fahk," he ground out as his feet planted firmly into the mattress and his hips thrust upward. It didn't take much, a few strong and hard drives and you were crying out his name, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you came around around him.

"Jesus, fahkk, I'm gonna fahking.... Oh fahk," he swore vehemently, his old Boston drawl thick as he drove hard into you for a final time, exploding his load deep into you, spraying your walls with ribbons of white cream.

The pair of you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Frank kept you held to his chest as you both drew ragged, heaving breaths. After a moment, Frank pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, no words needed.

And you blinked back a solitary tear.

*****

I'm looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad.

And this crystal ball, it’s always cloudy except for when you look into the past

One night stand

Frank had fallen asleep with you in his arms, not quite ready to let you go. But you were long gone by the time he woke the next morning, the only evidence you’d been in his room was a scribbled note on the pad on the night stand.

“Here’s to the first day of the rest of your life.”

He’d folded the note up and slipped it into his breast pocket, not quite sure why. Maybe it would keep you close to him in those moments he needed to feel you, who knows.

Who knows why any of this had started in the first place.

He watched Mary walk down the aisle first, her bouquet in her hand had been dropped as she had leapt into his arms for a hug, laughing as she told him how excited she was. He’d kissed her cheek and placed her down and she stood by his side, watching as his bride and her father started towards him.

It was then Frank’s eyes had found yours as you watched him, and he swallowed, his chest contracting.

He could still feel your eyes on him and he couldn’t get the image of you bouncing on top of his cock out of his head. He blinked as someone said his name, and he looked at the officiant, clearing his throat.

“Sorry, little nervous.” He apologised, flashing a cheeky grin before he took a deep breath.

A couple of I-Dos later, he was told to kiss his wife. So he did.

And all he could taste was you.

Man and wife walked hand in hand down the aisle to applause, and at the end they stopped and the new Mrs Adler peered up at Frank, a soft smile on her face.

“You happy?”

“Of course.” He smiled back.

“Good, because choosing me to spend your life with, well, I actually think it’s the second best choice you’ve ever made in your life.”

Frank blinked as he heard the click of the photographer's camera. “Oh? The second? What was the first?”

“Letting me into your room last night.” You grinned, your hand sliding up his tux, the diamond studded band catching the sun, glinting in the bright light.

Frank grinned at you, before he arched his eyebrow. “Time will tell if it really was bad luck to see my wife the night before.”

“Didn’t feel like bad luck to me,” you smirked, you hand gently tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as he dropped his head to kiss you, the cheers and applause once more chiming in your ears.

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories

[burning-the-write-oil]

Guardian

Summary: Compilation of a few different scenes of Sandor and reader.

Characters: Sandor Clegane/F!Reader

Words: 1.9k

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: swearing/explicit language, indications of intended non-con/r*pe, explicit sexual references, penetrative sex, oral (f), alluded age gap (reader is in 20s), how fucking large Sandor Clegane is

A/N: So I’ve written yet another piece that wasn’t on my list of things I needed to write, but I have an issue with new characters that I thirst over and having an overwhelming urge to write them, so here’s the result! It’s kind of all over the place, but it was an idea I had that only compiled of a few scenes so I just connected them. I hope you enjoy if you do read! Thank you for your support and please like, reblog, and comment if you desire!

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           “C’mon poppet, we don’t bite...much.”

Try as you did, there was no possible way to press yourself any closer against the wall in an attempt to distance yourself from the men. You wished you could melt into the wall, become one and get away. Escape. But there was no escape. Three guards of Kings Landing had you cornered, deciding they were going to have their way with a handmaiden they’d found wandering the halls of the castle alone. A bad decision on your part, it seemed. However, you’d made this trek to the gardens before, spending any time to yourself there, should the weather be suitable.

           “Don’t you fools have enough fun at the brothels? Just let me be on my way,” You pleaded, your heart rate increasing at the sneers and laughs they gave.

           “No charge for you, love. Here for the taking. Can’t give that opportunity up, now can we?” One of the guard’s sickly sweet tones made you grimace, trying to push their grimy hands away from your body as they began to reach to pull at your dress.

A sharp strike to your face at your refusal and attempt to escape caused you to whimper as one man quickly turned you and pressed your face to the wall behind you. Tears pricked in your eyes as you tried to call out for help, only to be met with another strike and a harsh tug to your hair. You tried to tune out the murmurs of “how fun this one will be” and “feisty one, she is” as they decided who would have the first go at you.

Tears slid down your cheeks as one of the men ripped at the fabric of your gown, tearing a strip down the back and side just as the sound of someone drawing their sword met your ears. You froze, immediately noticing the hands of the guard leave you. You hesitated to turn around at the proceeding sound of steel colliding and groans of the men being struck, sliced and falling to the ground, slashed with the stranger’s sword.

Silence filled the air immediately after. You reached for the ripped fabric of your dress, attempting to hold it to your chest to cover yourself in some way before turning around, your red eyes meeting the stranger’s.

Sandor Clegane. The Hound. The king’s bodyguard.

He sheathed his bloodied sword, eyes softening when he met yours, carefully taking a few steps towards you. The guards now in a pool of their own blood. You exhaled shakily, eyes remaining fixed on the metal armor that covered his chest as he stood before you. He carefully brought a hand to your jaw, gently tilting your head up ever so slightly to get a better look at your injuries. His thumb barely brushed the mark and the quickly forming bruise from the man who had struck you and knew there were more than likely more bruises to be found on your body. His touch barely pressed your cheeks as he wiped away the falling tears from your cheeks. Less from the fear in the present and more from the events that had just occurred. What could have happened had Sandor not been there.

           “Let’s get you back to your quarters.” He quietly spoke and you nodded with a sniffle, his hand on the small of your back as he led you down the hall.

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           “Aren’t they going to notice the king’s bodyguard is missing?”

           “Fuck ‘em…” He mumbled against your neck, the scruff around his mouth scratching against your skin at the contact.

You smiled, shaking your head slightly at the retort. The rate at which you’d gone from barely touching the man before you to now having his hands on you almost constantly when you two were together was very quick. Your touch, kisses, and affection were now welcomed to Sandor.

           “You’re going to get us both in trouble.” You smirked, starting to run your fingers through the greasy strands of his hair.

He pulled away from your neck with a sigh, shifting you to now straddle his lap from your original position of sitting to the side. He raised a brow, looking up at you.

           “Are you really that concerned about those cunts right now?”

You shook your head with a small grin, tilting your head to press your forehead to his, brushing the tip of his nose with yours.

           “That’s what I thought.” He growled, gently guiding your head with a hand grasping your chin to place more kisses now along your jawline.

You paused for a few moments, appreciating the attention he gave you before speaking again, much to his displeasure.

           “I missed you.”

He pulled away to look up at you, this time not in slight annoyance but to better listen as you spoke.

           “Not easy protecting the little shit and handling his insistent demands. Finding time to come to see you without being summoned isn’t as easy..” He simply replied, eyes searching your face. 

You nodded understandably, brushing the back of your hand along his cheek. You knew he wanted to see you, but you both had to keep up the image that nothing was going on between you two.

           “Guess we should make the most of our time then.”

           “Aye, that’s what I’ve been trying to do since I got here.” He mumbled in fake annoyance and you could immediately sense the playfulness in his tone.

Rolling your eyes, you immediately leaned down to press your lips to his, hands resting on the back of his neck. You loved these moments.

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           “Gods, don’t stop, please!” You whined, doing your best to keep your voice low as your eyes fluttered open to attempt to look down at the man between your thighs, eagerly licking at your pussy as you were laid across the wooden table in your quarters.

Sandor harshly sucked your clit between his lips before pulling back ever so slightly to speak,

           “You keep whimpering like that and I won’t be able to finish. Don’t like people interrupting my meal…” He grumbled, using his thumbs to separate your lower lips and lick a long stripe along the length of your labia.

You bit your lip to muffle the moan that wanted to escape your lips as you were steadily brought to the edge for the second time, your sensitive clit aching at the contact and the wet squelching sounds of his lips and tongue giving attention to your swollen center.

           “Come up h-here so I can give y-you the attention you deserve.” You managed to get out, your body jolting slightly as he removed his mouth from you moments later.

He chuckled lowly, slowly rising from his knees to stand before you, lips shiny with your arousal.

          “You mean so I can fuck you?”

           “Works out for both of us, now doesn’t it?” You raise a brow with a teasing smirk, hands reaching up to pull the top of your dress down even further, baring more of your breasts to him.

He groans, leaning down to drag his teeth across one of your nipples before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down to free his hardened length that was now leaking at the tip.

           “You could always have your betrothed do the job for you.” His tone bitter at the reference to the man your father had arranged for you to marry.

That couldn’t be further from what you wanted as he pulled you off of the table, flipping you around to now face the table before shoving you to bend over it.

           “If I wanted a boy to fuck me, I’d be over there right now.” You told him, your body shivering in excitement as he used his knee to spread your thighs further apart.

          “Oh, that’s right. You want a man to fuck you proper… Plenty of other men in King’s Landing, girl.” He slowly dragged the tip of his cock along the length of your slit, coating him in your arousal before pausing at your entrance.

          “Fuck, Sandor! I want you, okay? I want you to fuck me, please!” You practically begged, your hands trying to reach for an edge on the table as you tried to push your ass back towards his hips.

           He chuckled at your pleading, knowing very well that he was who you wanted. “That’s right, girl.”

He thrust into you roughly, his large hands immediately grabbing onto your hips and pulling them back to meet his thrusts. You pressed your mouth to your arm in front of you, trying to muffle the moans that fell from your lips as your body jolted forward with every quick thrust.

           “Such a sweet girl, but like it so rough, doesn’t she? Imagine what your father would think, knowing you let The Hound ruin you.” He growled as he brought a hand forward to gather your hair and pull you up towards him.

You could only whimper in response, mumbling for him to fuck you harder before your lips pressed together in hopes your cries of pleasure wouldn’t be heard past the doors of your quarters.

           “You going to come for me, sweet one?” He grunted as his thrusts slowed ever so slightly, still continuing to plow into you.

           “Yes, please let me come!” You whined, your hands searching for anything to grab on the surface below you.

Sandor’s grunts and growls grew louder as he reached his peak as well, the rhythm of his thrusts beginning to falter.

            “Come on then. Come for me.” He groaned as your walls clenched around him and your orgasm hit you moments later, your head falling to the surface as your body shook, feeling him reach his release not long after you. 

Both your pants and heavy breathing were the only thing that could be heard now and you weren’t sure you’d be able to stand without your thighs shaking. He pulled out of you slowly as he caught his breath and you could feel his release slowly begin to leak out of you. A few soft pats to your ass and he helped you up and over to your bed, laying you on your back. You began to cover yourself with your sheet as you watched him begin to dress.

You wished he could stay but you both knew he couldn’t. Someday, you hoped he could.

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           “Father, please! I love him!” You sobbed, following after him as he departed from the gardens, tears steadily falling from your cheeks and your breath ragged with fear.

           “No, you are betrothed! I will not have you seeing that man anymore. I am astounded at your behavior.” He answered, pausing at the edge of the garden, expression stern.

           “I won’t see him anymore, I promise. Just don’t make me leave, please!” You struggled to get out, eyes pleading as he shook his head. 

           “You leave at sundown and that is final. I will not hear any more of this. You’re never to see that man again.”

Your father strode off, leaving you at the edge of the garden astounded. Your eyes shut tightly as your body shook with quiet sobs. Shakily inhaling, you angrily wiped the tears from your eyes and when you looked up you saw Sandor standing near the side of the castle, a small distance away. You knew he’d heard the entirety of the conversation, you could see the rage in his eyes at your father’s words.

Tears began to fill your eyes once again, his saddened expression one due to your own reaction to the situation. You paused for a moment, watching him, your eyes locked. You knew he knew, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

It took everything in you to turn away and make your out of the garden, away from the man you loved.