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divine-knight-hand · 1 year ago

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AAAAAAAH! OH ME OH MY!

I was already having a bit of Halloween hangover when I remembered that I still had some Kinktober fics waiting in my tbr. Where do I start with this one?

Well, first, I have to say that I love, love, looooove the concept of Horrorland. The whole event is so freaking cool! I definitely feel the Halloween amusement park vibes. And the ride announcer dialogue got me so hyped up for the fic! 😆

Now to talk about the fic itself~

I never knew I needed a man who unconditionally supported me while I slaughtered and ate other men until this moment. Hehehe! Look at our supportive king go! 🤭

I loved this whole scene because the sexual tension is so UGH! Damn that singer for interrupting it! 😩

“Ugh, fine... When I saw your, uh— tentacles… I just thought about, you know— if you could tie me up with them?”

The way I was immediately like, "He's such a whore... I love him!" 🥺💕

There was just something so beautiful about a man pleading to you if he could cum inside you; something so irresistible about hearing the urgency with which he begs for permission.

I AGREE! I AGREE! OMG I AGREE WITH LIKE EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING! YES! YES! YES! Thank you for putting it into words. 😆

His eyes glittered like he was smitten, madly in love, the same expression he always makes every morning when you wake up.

Sigh. Pretty boys with their pretty eyes... 🥺

“Yeah… but if we were to shower together right now, you know damn well we’re gonna go for round two. Maybe three, four, or five…”

I absolutely giggled like a horny little gremblin when I read this. >:)

Overall, this was beautifully done. I had to take out my headphones to fully immerse myself, but then I was hooked from beginning to end! Thank you for writing this absolute masterpiece. It was an amazing read!

𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐅 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒! ⌇MICHAEL AFTON

succubus!reader x michael afton || WC: 5,413

𖤐 SYNOPSIS. ever since michael found you as a succubus, he’s never been so in love. you usually feed off humans, but with michael’s sexual energy keeping you alive, you never ate anyone in years. that is, until, halloween night occurs…

𖤐 WARNINGS. established relationship, university au, halloween setting, malewife himbo bf/girlboss demon gf dynamic, revenge, murder, flesh eating, gore, blood mentions, tentacle bondage, msub!michael.

HORRORLAND/KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

[RIDE ANNOUNCER] This is a high speed roller coaster with sudden stops and drops! All riders must store loose items inside of a locker. This ride contains flashing scenes, special effects, and content warnings posted. Please remember to stay seated and keep all arms and legs inside when the vehicle is in motion. Any kind of photography is not allowed during the ride. Thanks for your attention and cooperation. We hope you enjoy.

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Is it possible to fall in love with a woman after they had just murdered someone?

For Michael Afton, the answer is yes.

Months ago during the beginning of the semester, Michael wasn’t always great at making friends. Even though this was university, it felt like high school again, where he remained an outcast and was reluctant to be involved with the student body, college clubs, or majority of big events like football games. He was academically focused; the typical nerdy student majoring in engineering. Always studying by himself in the library and sometimes tutoring other students so he could earn some money on the side. Back then he realized that having friends or even being in a relationship was the least of his priorities.

But it wasn’t until he first laid his eyes on you.

You were so beautiful. Also an inquisitive, scholarly student with good grades, staying on top of your classes, and involved with many extra curriculars. As badly as he wanted to talk to you, he viewed you as way out of his league. Always keeping in touch with your friend groups on campus and focusing on the clubs and committees you joined. There was never a chance for Michael to even be with you. So to avoid rejection and humiliation, he’d rather keep his crush a little secret, admiring and fantasizing about you from afar.

When October came around and a big Halloween party was taking place, Michael was invited by one of the students he was tutoring. He wasn’t the best at social gatherings and has never been to college parties, but the only reason he came was because you were attending as well. And that the first time he ever drank and slightly withdrew from his comfort zone from the alcohol, talking to people from campus and collecting all the courage to talk to you.

That night, however, you were busy with another man. A man that Michael has never seen before. Spending a lot of time together, dancing, drinking, and always leaving the vicinity together… As much as Michael wanted to admit that he was jealous deep down, he forced himself to move on. He’d always believed that there was no way in Hell that he was going to have a chance with you that time.

“…Hey, has anybody seen Y/N?”

A few hours later into the party the question started floating in the air, suddenly capturing Michael’s attention. The thought of you had completely slipped his mind as he started drinking more throughout the night until you were back to being his main focus. Recalling the last time he’s seen you was with that man he assumed doesn’t attend the university. As he lingered in his thoughts, his skin started crawl.

Suspicion. Piercing curiosity. An urge to look for you and make sure you were safe.

A handful of your friends were looking everywhere in the house for you as Michael decided to investigate outside. Even though he was outside of campus and wasn’t that familiar with the outskirts, he didn’t stop searching until he could find you that night. He searched until the path at his feet faded and lead into the dark woods, the verdant greens diminishing to sullen brown, as if he was entering forbidden territory. But it wasn’t until he noticed red.

A blood trail.

That mystifying Halloween night, right in the heart of the forest where danger and terror lurks, is the first time Michael saw a dead man’s body and his guts hideously torn apart, messy spikes of fresh blood splattered everywhere. The whole scene looked impossible for a rabid animal to even do that. But it wasn’t until he found you, on your knees and sitting on your ankles beside the corpse, blood draped all over your face, chin, and then your naked body.

And when your gaze flickered onto Michael, in your eyes he can sense longing, pining, regret, terror… a tumultuous storm surging in your mind, piercing right through him. He could’ve ran. He could’ve screamed that night. He should’ve been horrified by the scene in the first place. But every fiber of his fell frozen like he was in a surrendering state; placating, patient, consoling. Only for you. A rapport had already formed right there and then, right under the luminous moon…

“Help me, Michael…”

And just as you were about to collapse on the ground, he rushed over to hold your body in his arms, not caring about the dead man or the blood all over his hands and clothes. He only cared about you. A wave of relief may have washed over him, but he was taken over by this strange, formidable urgency to protect you. To be there for you. To cherish you with such powerful tenderness, nurturing you in such a delicate, vulnerable state.

That was the night you and Michael finally bonded. That special Halloween night you found each other. Comprehending the fact that you were a newborn succubus— the deadliest, macabre, and wanton creature to ever exist... Knowing that you eat men, feed off their flesh, and reap on them with sexual dreams and nightmares, suddenly lead him to a mind-blowing discovery…

Michael had fallen in love with you.

In just a year later, you two were official. A perfect boyfriend and girlfriend for each other, basking in a healthy, loving, long-term relationship. With Michael knowing what you’re capable of as a succubus, he never held it against you; especially finding out the dark and twisted origin of how you became a succubus… He still loves you, cherishes you, and will forever stay loyal to you. Dating you because you’re you was just what he wanted ever since the beginning of college. And even though there were various things he has to adapt to in this relationship, he never complained. He would sacrifice anything for you, including his time to skip class just so you two can have sex.

But for a very good reason.

During the first few months of his new relationship, he had to deal with your bloodlust. You would tend to be ravenous, feral, murderous, literally barbaric for man blood and flesh, for that was your only appetite as a newborn. Michael knew what he was getting into, knew that him ending up being killed and eaten by you one day would be inevitable just to keep yourself alive and beautiful. As cautious and wary as ever, he’d keep his distance as he was in desperate search for another way to satisfy your hunger besides murdering anyone. Then finally, he came to the conclusion that a succubus like his girlfriend can also thrive and feed off sexual energy. A perfect solution for your diet without anybody getting hurt and keeping you alive.

Having sex with you everyday and night didn’t even feel like a strict routine or sex ritual. Michael had you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Even dessert. Nothing about this felt like a necessity just to keep you around forever; he really wanted to satisfy you deep down as long as you consented. And as the months passed by, perhaps deep down he was also a freaky sex demon that takes pleasure in pleasuring his beautiful girlfriend. A man possessed and bewitched by your ethereal presence, he’d make you feel various levels of pleasure and pain as he explores the regions of your body that you never knew existed— finding your weaknesses, turning them into his strengths, and then seducing you with them...

As goes for you, who trained yourself to only feed off the insatiable, wanton lust you have for Michael. You always find a human man like him weaving into your brain, coursing through your veins like you were downing a drug. Every second you see each other at school, your hearts pound as hard as the bed you shared in your new apartment rattles, feasting upon your lusts as if there were no more morrows. Michael had undying, blooming love for you— and you wallowed in his love like draping a warm blanket over you during cold Winter nights.

Halloween was right around the corner again. It was soon to be your one year anniversary, and though Michael had many, many plans on celebrating with you, one of them was going to this huge Halloween party just thirty minutes away from campus. But it wasn’t just some ordinary house party with spooky Halloween decor lazily thrown around and bowls of fruit punch and alcohol scattered on a kitchen island— this was a hardcore Halloween party with over 300 guests attending. Way more people, way more alcohol, and way more attractions than just music to dance to— there were rumors of a famous live band performing, people hosting escape rooms, haunted houses, and other cool horror-related shit that Michael couldn’t wait to experience with you.

It was an hour before the party. The two of you were at your apartment getting your costumes ready, since Halloween costumes were part of the dress code for this party. If you weren’t dressed, you weren’t allowed in.

“Are you… Jason Voorhees?” you marveled, passing by Michael standing in front of the body mirror putting on the iconic hockey mask.

Michael chuckled. “Yeah. Since we had a Friday the 13th this year... I just found this at Spirit Halloween and decided why not. What are you gonna be, hm?”

“Well, it’s a little basic…” You did some cute poses in front of the mirror in your costume; a cropped white puffer jacket with faux fur on the edges of your hood, a denim skirt, red laced stockings, and then fake blood splattered all over. “It was also last minute, so I just threw on some stuff to look like Jennifer Check from Jennifer’s Body.”

“Basic? You look beautiful,” he complimented as he stared at your reflection in the mirror, turning around to hold your waist. “The costume is also ironic. I love that. You ready to go?”

“Yeah. Let’s go before parking gets full.”

The thirty minute drive at night wasn’t that bad. You and Michael’s adrenaline started to rush in when luminous rays of colorful lights and fog were seen from a far distance behind the shadowy trees. There were so, so many people that Michael couldn’t even recognize. Some weren’t even students that attended the university. You were surfing through the crowd with him never letting go of your hand, everybody around dancing outdoors as the excitement buzzes around in this rave-like party. Spectrums within the bass-boosted music, the sound waves pulsing in your heart. In the air, you could immediately take in strong various drugs and alcohol invading your senses. You could hear the rustle of costumes, glasses clinking, people talking and laughing, and feel the whimsical energy flowing around.

You and Michael decided to drink and dance together, the dizzying lights and alcohol making you fall through space and only take in his face. As the ecstasy flowed in your bloodstream beyond all measure like a storm of electric emotion, your pupils dilating as you were filled with this hazy sweetness-like sensation. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you always felt this way for your own boyfriend; becoming a victim to your own deadly, rapacious desire, enlaved to the rhythm of such unquenchable fire.

Together on the dance floor, Michael kept caressing your waist as you kept moving your body on his. He cupped your face, lips meeting together and something like fire and passion ignited within your ribs, urging each other to deepen the kiss. As if the alcohol couldn’t intoxicate you more, Michael was all that you needed in your hazy, drunken world. You needed him more than ever. You wanted to sneak off and find some place private for the both of you. God, you were feeling so needy for him deep down that Michael already knew…

"…Thank you for having us tonight. It's so good to be here with y'all!" somebody exulted into the microphone on the stage nearby. "I hope y'all enjoy and have a happy fuckin' Halloween!"

The elated crowd cheers again as the drummer counts off with the sticks and the electric guitar riffs take over your ears. For some odd reason, the man’s voice that started singing sounded vaguely familiar to you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there’s a part of you that recognizes a voice like that…

With the heated moment between you and Michael now disrupted by the band performing, you both turn your heads towards the stage where the crowd started to increase. Still holding each other’s hands, your eyes weaved through the back of people’s heads and tried to see who was performing. The electronic punk riffs sounded incredibly vibrant, thrilling everybody in the rave. Dark red spotlights, increased fog from the machines, and the clashing of the drums and other electric instruments overpowering your ears… Even the music sounded familiar to you— this was a genre that you used to listen to, after all.

“Do you wanna stay and watch?” you hear Michael yell out, clutching your hand tighter.

Somehow the question flew over your head as if you were distracted and overstimulated at the same time. As if you were drawn into the hypnotizing performance, there was an odd feeling of curiosity weighing down on your shoulders. The set up, the music, the energy, the singer’s voice… was it deja vu? You were slightly emerged, as if you unadjusted from this atmosphere, and the more Michael studied your curiosity, the more he became concerned.

When the silhouettes of tall heads blocking your view parted for a few minutes, you could finally see the singer. And the moment you scrutinized his appearance, it felt as if the world around you slowed down.

His face heightened every nerve of your body, as if you were just electrocuted by the most hazardous downed powerline. You were in utter bewilderment and horror of everything that you took in, numerous daunting flashbacks running in your head. You held your breath as you relived a traumatic memory from last Halloween; the night you were reborn as a succubus… You had no idea if these were your memories— Hell, it felt like a past life regression coursing every fiber of your being. But for the first time in a long time, terror and fright seized you completely.

“That— that singer…” you drawled, eyes widening every second in horror.

Michael furrowed his brows from not being able to hear you, leaning his ear closer to you. “Wait, what?”

You remembered. You remembered everything.

That last night of your perfect life where everything felt so surreal— being noticed by your long admired idol. A diabolical, sinister plan disguised as an innocent groupie love, where you were betrayed, drugged, kidnapped, and murdered.

The fire. The alcohol. The party. The groupie sex.

His words. His threats. His intentions. His greedy thirst for fame.

The night where he cut out your heart and sacrificed you to the devil. The night when you woke up hours later with a repulsive thirst for flesh on your tongue. The night you were reborn as a succubus, killing the first innocent man you ever saw who was just camping alone in the woods…

It was him. It was really him.

With your eyes welling with tears, your mind started to scream at you. You wanted revenge. You wanted to fucking kill him. Your anger and surging vengeance ignited a dangerous flame taking over you like a goddamn baptism. Your mind turns darker than black as every painful memory rips through you. This was the night he will finally die— and you didn’t give a fucking damn about how many witnesses there will be for his death.

“Babe? Are you—“

Letting go of Michael’s hand before he could comprehend it, you were already out of the crowd and lurking in the shadows with your enhanced speed. Part of you wanted to make that man’s death public. But part of you wanted to take things the old fashioned way, luring him backstage and devouring his soul right back into Hell where he belonged.

But your insatiable lust for flesh and blood mixed with your rage had you impatient and ravenous. It’s been so, so long since you’ve ate a man. And for a valid reason, you were hysterical and feverish to finally eat one on Halloween again. Make that man die a slow, painful, agonizing death as you tie him up in the woods and tear apart each and every one of his organs and guts. You were back to your old roots of being a vicious, wild succubus who lacks control of your hunger.

Michael had to weave through the crowd desperately looking everywhere for you, sometimes pushing other people and mistaking some as you by accident because of your costume. When the song was finally over and he could see entire stage clearly, the band was making their way off and the crowd finally became loose again. He still couldn’t find you anywhere. He started panicking, making his way inside the estate to search.

Inside the estate, there was a private dressing room for the band where they kept their instruments and other possessions. You were there, waiting by the locked door, hearing the men laughing and conversing with each other. But the lead singer’s voice reverberating in the room sounded like nails to a chalkboard to you, your blood boiling every time he chuckles and gets all excited about bullshit. That man doesn’t get to laugh. He doesn’t deserve this kind of talent. You kept fantasizing about ripping out his voice box with your own bare hands, clawing at his throat like a goddamn vice.

Blending with the shadows to taunt them, you find your way inside and locked the door. The men were behind a huge curtain where they couldn’t see you, still laughing and drinking together. Such fickle souls, perfect to be tormented alone in a dismal night like this. As much as you wanted the lead singer gone, you couldn’t help but take predatory thrill in agonizing the rest of the men that was soon to face the worse demise. Maybe they weren’t all that innocent, either. They could add in to the main course for the night.

You decided to do this the old fashioned way, stripping off your puffer jacket, crop top, skirt, stockings, and shoes. You wanted to feel their splattering crimson blood all over your bare skin. Wearing nothing but a matching bra and panty set, you stayed behind the curtain and cleared your throat.

“Excuse me? Can you gentlemen help me with something, please?”

All of them suddenly stop talking at the sound of your coaxing, provocative, coy voice behind the curtain. You sauntered your way towards them, all of them holding their breaths in star struck silence, admiring your devilish beauty and stunning body. All doe-eyed, slothful, yearning, making eye contact with all five males. That glimmer in your eyes that makes a man lose his mind like your boyfriend…

“Woah. Didn’t know we got a groupie for tonight,” one of the men chuckled, their disgusting eyes that deserves to be gouged out staring at you from head to toe.

“How can we help you, miss?” said the lead singer, your nose involuntarily flaring in furtive anger at him.

“Well… if you wanna come behind the curtains here, I have something I’d like to show all of you. A gift from your biggest fan.”

The dumb men easily fell into your trap, following you behind the curtain only for them to realize you disappeared. Eyebrows furrowing, some baffled by where the hell you just went. But you were hanging right above on the high ceiling, like a predatory creature on all fours, using your succubus powers to fuck with the lights and make them flicker until they’re in the dark.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Why’s the door locked? I can’t fucking open it!”

“Goddamnit. We’re stuck in here! Where the hell is that bitch?”

It’s been so long since you’ve utilized your tentacles. With a disturbing screech and growl, your wings that you finally let free transfigured into slimy tentacles that snatched the men and threw them across the room one by one, leaving the lead singer alone on purpose. You grinned widely from hearing them scream, curse, and panic in a room where no one could find them nor hear them. Your tentacles shove right into their mouths, silencing them forever until you were ready to eat them for later. And when you left the singer in prolonged, tense silence, you can feel the rapid, erratic beating of his heart that was soon to be gone…

“I went through Hell and came back… to finally kill you.”

For the past ten minutes, you weren’t answering your phone. Michael searched most of the estate, underestimating how big and maze-like the structure of the place was that he literally got lost. But when he was passing by a group of girls coming from the restroom, he overheard a conversation that immediately caught his attention.

“…yeah, but I was a little shy to go inside the dressing room. Flirt With Death always has groupies in there fucking or something…”

It all finally registered in Michael’s brain. Why you suddenly ran away, why you’re nowhere to be found. He was disappointed in himself for not realizing earlier, not even recognizing the band playing that was right in front of his eyes. He decided to turn into another narrow hallway where there were few people, running through each room with panic as he was still looking for you. When he found a dressing room that was apparently locked, he looked for any objects or furniture nearby that could barge open the door.

Don’t fucking tell me you did it, Y/N…

He grabbed a heavy chair, smashing it several times on the door knob to break it. He knew that he was damaging property, but he did not give a shit. The party was loud enough to block the banging sounds. Nobody was around, there were not even any cameras that he could detect in the ceiling. But he kept jamming and jamming the knob until it finally broke off, hastily shoving the door open. And the moment he noticed the room was dark and quiet, he immediately knew.

“And If I ever find the people that did this to me, I want to kill them...” He recalled your words from a year ago when you told him the truth. “And you can’t stop me, Michael. They deserve to rot in Hell for this...”

You actually fucking did it.

When Michael switched on the lights, the entire dressing room was a wretched mess covered in blood. On the walls, on the floor, some splattered onto the ceiling… It was the scene of a fucking massacre. As if a giant bucket of blood spilled and flooded the entire place. He held his breath and his eyes widened in horror, scanning the corpses with all their guts and organs hideously torn apart and some spilling out, laying in a pool of fresh crimson blood.

His gaze slowly drifted to you in the middle of the room— your wings were spread, your eyes were a different color, and your half-naked body was completely draped in fresh blood. You were feeding on the man that you told him about, the man you’ve been wanting to kill for the longest; plunging to the depths of his rufescent flesh.

“…Babe?” Michael uttered, ever so slowly and cautiously ambling closer to you. You hissed at him and bared your fangs, immediately halting a few feet away from you in underlying fear.

You took a few moments to recognize Michael’s face, trying so hard to fight the urge of accidentally eating him as well. You were slowly coming down from your frenzied, blood lust state, your sharpened eyes scanning the bloody room. The band that became famous from the lead singer selling his soul is now dead. His diabolic soul finally rotting in Hell where he belongs…

Michael inched closer, watching the way your eyes turn back to its normal color and your wings closing. “Come. Let’s go home,” your loving boyfriend insisted, holding out his hand. “I’ll wash you up and then I’ll order us something to eat.”

Holding onto him and letting him cover you up with his jacket and his arm around you, it felt as if the raging and feral tides of your soul were finally at rest. His love for you was like floating in a warm pool of warm honey and velvet; you enthralled in this beautiful rhythm of sensations that fill your energies. Leaning over to give you a gentle, reassuring kiss that was so soft, so plush, a reminder that you belong to each other forever and nothing else in this world matters.

Because when you got home that night, Michael completely forgot about washing you up and instead pressed you against the door just to kiss you. Your lungs filling with wicked lust, bodies melting together like caramel as your needy desires take over. Not even waiting a fraction of a second to settle down at home, he couldn’t fucking wait any longer. And you couldn’t either…

“Mm— Michael,” you sighed out. “I thought you were… we were gonna…”

“Shh, shh. I’m gonna take care of you, I promise. But… after seeing you tonight like that, I— I feel like something awakened in me, or… fuck, I just want you right now…”

You chuckled. “Awakened something in you?”

As much as Michael wanted to admit it, he was ashamed. “Nah, forget it. C’mon, let’s shower together.”

“Uh-uh. I’m not gonna go until you tell me.”

Michael had to mentally prepare before cringing at his own words. Recollecting himself and trying not to make things awkward, he pursed his lips and finally confessed. “Ugh, fine... When I saw your, uh— tentacles… I just thought about, you know— if you could tie me up with them?”

Never in your years of living as a succubus had a filthy, raunchy idea like this ever cross your mind. But were you opposed to it? Deep down, you were turned on by it. Tying Michael to one of your dining chairs, his wrists bound behind him as you straddled on top and teased him with your tentacles. As you kept kissing him and grinding on his thigh, one of your tentacles were wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it simultaneously that his precum was already leaking. Hearing his cute moans and whimpers gradually get louder, struggling to kiss back or try to touch you when he forgot he was tied up… you were so turned on that you kept struggling to kiss back as well.

He will never stop recalling the time when he first saw you in your succubus form, the time when something shifted within him. Not only was he turned on by your hot physical appearance as a maneating demon, but by your feral, wild, vicious behavior of ripping apart men and eating them greedily. He felt inclined to obey you, and only you; like holding him captive and chaining him up tight in the dark, making him quiver and gasp for every unobtainable breath of air. Ruin him, hurt him, mark him, corrupt him, just fucking use him for your pleasure…

As you kept riding him and stroking him, the tip of your noses press against each other in the heat of the moment. His jaw was slackened and his brows were furrowed from the white-hot waves of sensation coursing in his body.

“Fuck, Y/N— you’re so… God, I love you. I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too,” you cooed sweetly in his ear, hearing him respond with a slutty groan when you increased the pace. He involuntarily bucks his hips into the grip of your slimy tentacles, throwing his head back and clenching his fists tighter.

“I’m not gonna last, babe. I’m not gonna last— I need you to ride me, please. Please sit on my dick. I’m begging you, Y/N— God, I need to cum inside you…”

Michael's pleads were so adorable to you, it would be absolutely ruthless to deny his orgasm like that. There was just something so beautiful about a man pleading to you if he could cum inside you; something so irresistible about hearing the urgency with which he begs for permission.

“Aw, look at you. So fucking needy for me,” you teased as the tentacle stroking his aching cock slipped away. “Once you come, I’m not gonna stop riding you... You have to fucking take it.”

After hearing your words, Michael felt like he was gonna fucking explode. He was shattered. His stomach was tied up in knots the moment you planted yourself on his cock with all your weight, throwing his head back in such euphoria. His face flushed red as he watched you ride him, his cock disappearing into your pussy like magic and then reappearing much more wet and slick. He wanted to fucking touch you so bad. He wanted to adjust himself so he could thrust up into you and slap your ass like he’d always do. But with you in complete control over him, he was in a fucking bliss— his orgasm was building up already without a warning.

“Fuck, fuck… I’m so close, Y/N.”

Dizzy with desire, you felt as if you were getting closer as well as you kept riding on his dick. You can feel himself throbbing as he could feel you pulsing around him. Your fingernails were digging onto his skin, drawing your mouth closer to his and kissing him while parting away just to moan pathetically. Your thighs started to twitch, and your body thundered with tension and neediness. Every goddamn thrust and movement of your hips had you seeing stars. It was hard to pinpoint the differences between your bloodlust frenzy and your sexual frenzy— both of them had your hunger consumed and your body ablaze…

“Oh my God… Keep fucking riding me like that. You enjoy bouncing on my cock like a hot little slut, huh?”

“I’m— I’m the one that’s supposed— supposed to tease you like that, fuck,” you whined out, immediately cut off by him kissing you and humming in your mouth.

“At least I can think straight when I’m fucking you. Whenever you come— ah, fuck— you always go so dumb on my cock.”

“Oh? But you love when I do that. Just keep thinking about… the times you fucked me so hard that, I— I lost my mind…”

“You’re gonna come, Y/N. I can already tell. Fuck, I wish I can fuck up into you right now so I can pound that pretty fucking pussy…”

You tried so hard not to give him the satisfaction so quick, but your body had already betrayed you. Your lips clashed with his in urgency as too many sensations hit you all at once. As you kept bouncing your ass on him, the sounds of sticky skin clapping together slowed down as you felt that erratic pounding in your pussy and the feeling of Michael’s cum shooting inside you and pooling down onto the base of his dick. His forehead falls onto yours, shutting his eyes as you both sat there for a few minutes collecting your breaths. You let the tentacles release him so he could finally hold you and run his hands all over you, keep you in place just so you could cockwarm him.

Your softened eyes meet with his, prompting you to smile at how cute he looks. His eyes glittered like he was smitten, madly in love, the same expression he always makes every morning when you wake up. After a couple of ardent kisses, the two of you just didn’t feel like moving yet.

“So. I hope you enjoyed our anniversary so far,” Michael chuckled. “Especially after you finally got your revenge. That was fucking badass.”

You mirrored his chuckle, smirking in amusement as you kept replaying the scenes in your head of murdering the men. “You still haven’t cleaned me up yet, you know.”

“Yeah… but if we were to shower together right now, you know damn well we’re gonna go for round two. Maybe three, four, or five…”

“Then what are we waiting for…?”

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[RIDE ANNOUNCER] Please remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop. Then collect your belongings, watch your head, and step carefully out the vehicle. The nearest exit will be on your left. On behalf of all of our crew, thanks for riding with us, and we hope you have a happy and memorable visit here at Horrorland!

obviously inspired by Jennifer’s Body (2009.) if you read my previous fic “ flirt with death “ this is the sequel.

𖤐 TAGS. @aft0nsimp @crysugu @rinshoe @kimekioo @porcelain_clown @willsdollface @zippertwat @strawstfu @maddietries @yourfavoriteobnoxiousomnisexual @nanananamiiii @bookmark-anon @bru1sedclavicle @hehehehesthings @dvafoxxystrashcan @dorkfilmz

#knightly reads

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youshouldseemeinadeerstalker · 2 years ago

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Live-blogging ‘Liquid Gold‘

(Go read the SMAU by @perkynurples on twitter or AO3!) I’m trying to keep it somewhat spoiler free

My unhinged screaming so far:

Ok i‘m staring liquid gold. Fuck it. Idk why i procrastinated starting it so long but I’m vibrating out of my skin I’m so excited!!! Ahhhh I can already tell it is so so so good (i have not ready anything of the story yet lol) I know it will be so soft and 300% the most important thing i will read in this fandom because EVERYTHING is so tailored towards my specific taste!

Great writing if Aftercare is anything to go by!

BEEKEEPERS! (So nostalgic about sherlock with that)

Ace Stede my beloved i will fucking cry oh my god!

Ed has a black cat and he is called “Kraken”

A SMAU! I love transmedia storytelling so much

Ok lets start this 300+ tweet thing!!!

Lmao. Lucius and the group chat just suspected Ed would “flip out” when he finds out there is another beekeeper around hahaha

The whole group chat is roasting lucius for being a “whore” because he is being nice to stede lmaooo

Well they only just met and i’m already all !!!!! Because they are so cute!!! Also Lucius is INTENTIONALLY MATCHMAKING!!

LMAOOO lucius is not even remotely subtle!!! But Stede has no fucking clue

“Lucius is a painter and paints tasteful nudes“ of course he does

Stede doesnt want those painted on his beehives 😩😂

Post 116. I hate gay people sfdkhjfd They are so fucking bad at flirting!!!! Gay disasters!!! Horrible ! Agsgdhjd

I am eating my hands Why do i have to stop now!!??? (real life got in the way) Stede is upset!! And Ed is so worried! And now stede agreed to come over to Eds place

Oh fuck it. Still 12 minutes. Gonna read some more MAKING BAD DECISIONS BUT I DONT CAREEEE

I M CALLING IT NOW! There are some hidden lesbians in this story! I can see it! Or i’m imagining things. But i can see it!

(Pause bc of real life)

Ok I’m back. And….. ANGST IN MY BEE KEEPER AU!!????

Omggg lucius saying he and stede “had the best queer talk of (his) life” !!!! Off screen. BUT ANYWAYYYY i am so !!!! Yessss they deserve it!!!!!!!!!! Stede deserves this

AHHHH i know whats about to happen!!! I just remembered people on my timeline freaking out about it ages ago when the update was posted Also my stomach just dropped because i realised MORE DRAMA ABOUT TO HAPPEN EH

Those bee boys eyyy. I’m just breeeezing past those posts now. I’m at 200 now. It has me by the fucking throat

they are so soft !!! LG stede and LG Ed. My god. They are like Ed and Stede from the show but 10 times gentler and softer. Just small town Ed and Stede WHO KEEP BEES!!!

(break because of annoying real life things) Time to descend into even more madness with my soft bee boys from all the fluff 😳

Just read the scene that Rysi illustrated and that I had read... and somehow its even better in the smau than in the comic??? Or rather they are adding to each other so well 😩

Like daddy jenkins said so well…. Those dude falling for each other like a ton of bricks

Omg wait

Are they going to kiss?????

Ahhh?????

OH MY FUCKING GOD

“Ok” - “You are not looking at the bees” - “No” - “Why?”

I am- I am just

Ladies and gentleman and the rest of the crowd…. *saying it directly into the mic* HE IS LOOKING AT HIM

(((con’d in reblogs!! because it got too long))) Please direct complaints at Meow @blakbonnet. She said I should live blog this from here on out.

#liquid gold #Liquid gold SMAU #LG SMAU #perkynurples #my descend into madness #it's all meows fault

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moonlightdancer26 · 3 years ago

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I remember being so annoyed with Wolfstar shippers even when I was in school, that when we were given a "What book would you rewrite if you could, what would you change in it" the first thing I listed was to make Sirius and Remus half-brothers and making it known that they were related in POA, and when we switched papers to read over the girl who got mine gave me such a dirty look and she asked the teacher if she could swap papers with someone else.

My other changes were: -Snape lives -Harry STAYS hating his dad for SA -Lupin never ran out on his pregnant wife + he got to fight Greyback at the final battle -Filch wasn't so eager to physically torture students, all that torture-talk was just stuff he said to scare the first years

-We got to see more of Fluffy -Firenze stayed relevant after book 5

-Dudley was average weight because I hated how much his weight was mentioned in addition to how terrible he was :/ As someone who was overweight at the time

-Harry finding stuff that belonged to his mom so he got to know her a little better -Petunia being nicer to Harry, while still harsh she still cared for him -Tonks turning into Snape and freaking everyone out because Snape was SMILING and not acting like his usual self and her cover was only broken because the real Snape showed up and got mad at her -Hedwig having a baby owl that Harry raised

Man, Wolfstar shippers suck, don’t they?

I wouldn’t make Remus and Black half-brothers though that’s a great way to completely shatter Wolfstar shippers’ hopes (muhahaha), I’d try to find some other way to do that. I just.. the thought of my precious darling being closely-related to that abusive sociopath is just- no.

Ok but I REALLY love your changes!

Snape living? How could I not? 😩 MY BABY DESERVED TO GET RECOGNITION AND TO LIVE A HAPPY LIFE!!

Harry hating his poor excuse of a father for a horrible crime? Yes please!!

Remus never running out on a pregnant Tonks? Hmm, sure, why not? Though I do love the fight Harry and Remus had, it’s actually one of my all-time favourite moments in the entire series.

Remus fighting Greyback in the final battle? YES YES YES!!!! That Burrow-burning-down-scene-with-Bellatrix-and-Greyback in the HBP movie (and movie-only) was honestly such a waste. Remus is reunited with the person whom had caused him so much suffering (Greyback, obviously), and the filmmakers did nothing with it. :/

Filch not being so eager with torturing children and only doing it to scare them? Yes please!! I adore Filch (don’t ask)!!

Seeing more of Fluffy? YES! I really wished we could’ve seen more of him!

Firenze staying relevant after OoTP? YES PLEASE OMG!!! I REALLY wished we could’ve seen more of him! I really love him!

Dudley being average-weight? Ohh, I like this one. And yeah, I really disliked how Rowling tried to make fat-shaming okay when the person isn’t nice, Harry is surprisingly pretty shallow in the books. Must be a side-effect from living with Petunia..

Harry finding stuff about Lils and getting to know her better? YES PLEASE!!!!!!! Imagine if he saw a bunch of photos of her and Sev hanging out! 🥺

Petunia being nicer to Harry whilst still remaining harsh? I WANT THIS SO BAD!!!!!!

Tonks morphing into Sev, smiling, and freaking everyone else out, then getting caught by Snape himself? BAHAHAHA THIS TOTALLY HAPPENED

Hedwig having a baby owl that Harry raises? This is my new headcanon now, thanks!

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jekacatrina · 3 years ago

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Jekaaaa! Just wanted to drop by and say hello ^^💕✨✨

Was reading Here Here, cuz I needed my comfort fic skskkjjkka; particularly, the morning after Katsuki got hit by the blinding quirk,, and omg it’s 1am and I’m dying of wholesomeness and from how oblivious Deku could be- 😭😭😩💖💖💖✨

Can’t just choose a singular thing about chp6 and 7 to adore, I just,, everything is perfection. 🧡💚🧡💚

“I know, all of us would,” Ochako stated, in a way it went without saying. “Bakugou jumping in to save someone instead of fighting would have been crazy so many years ago, he is so different,” she continued. “If someday he jumps to save me, I sure am going to be grateful,” she smiled at Izuku, shrugging.

But this foreshadowing right here. Kinda really freaking cruel Jeka- 🥲😭😭😭 Katsuki and Ochaco, the respect they have for each other,, I’m gonna sob in a corner thinking about it now bye- sdjhfbajhc 😭💖💖✨ I love them, I love you, hope you had a chill weekend! ✨✨💖💖

REBEEEEEE!!! I love you, I'm so happy Here Here brings you comfort! I'm trying to squeeze in a schedule to work on the next installment, but work is a nightmare AKDJKAJDKAJS

And now that you mentioned, I was checking out my notes, because I mostly write down things in my phone, and I was freaking out because NECTMH sometimes feels very circular, like I wrote a bunch of scenes with NO ORDER and everything is happening at the same time in my head. But then, I got to the Here Here notes and oh boy! I wrote the ending and the beginning and just went from there! I'm calmer now about the direction of NECTMH, and a scene between Uraraka and Bakugou is coming, that's something to look forward to!

And funny enough, about the foreshadowing, the first scene I wrote was Bakugou saving Uraraka, because from the start I had a pretty clear idea of where the story was heading. So, when I wrote that convo between her and Deku after Bakugou saved Deku and lost his sight for a bit, I was like: Oh, I can do some foreshadowing... And this was my reaction

(Sorry for the pain, but the comments I get in chapter 11 are hilarious to me 🤣)

Anyway, I'm very flattered that people still reread Here Here because it gives them comfort, makes my writer heart very happy!

Hope you start your week right, Rebe and have an awesome week overall! I smooch your forehead and pat your head 🤗💖✨

#youre the best Rebe!#ask #here here #bakudeku

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redvexillum · 3 months ago

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THE FIRST STORY SLAPPED AND OFC BARBIE DOES IT AGAIN, ONCE AGAIN. WRITE A FREAKING AWESOME STORY FOR THE DBD X HH UNIVERSE!

You capture Vox’s intelligence and cunning so well—it’s like, yes, we know he’s ruthless, but watching him outwit every move, every little tactic, it’s just… FNSLKMAD;ASL,. AND THE WAY YOU WRITE HIM WATCHING??? I’m about ready to jump into the fog myself just to get a glimpse! 🔥

It’s honestly thrilling how you show the reader’s perspective: she knows he’s lethal, she knows she should be running in the other direction, but she just can’t help that morbid curiosity—that draw. “Girl, I get it. I SEE WHY YOU’RE FREAKING OUT BUT STILL SO INTERESTED!” 😳✨

And the whole “lucky winner�� line?? The audacity! The way he hauls her into that house and just… commands her to sit while he stares into her very soul. I AM DYING! Vox being all smug and suave, then casually saying, “Huh, didn’t think that would work,” like he isn’t breaking us all down with every single line! 😩💀

And let’s not even start on his little “proposition” to be watched. The way he strips, slow and methodical, unbuttoning that shirt with those blue claws and that GLOW. OMG, the DETAILS! 🔥 That whole scene where he teases, undoes his belt and touches himself with that slick, casual confidence… it’s masterful, really. And when he’s all like, “Gimme a real show, doll”? Yeah, I felt that in my SOUL.

That final twist? Chef's kiss. You’re totally basking in the afterglow and all soft and cuddly—and then he’s suddenly back to his cruel, business-like self, and you have to claw your way to freedom with just one last desperate grab at that pallet. You got to give him one last taste of his own medicine, turning that “Nothing personal” line right back around on him. That little role-reversal was SO FUCKING SATISFYING I CANT EVEN-!

Ugh, this was seriously 🔥🔥🔥 from start to finish. Like, I’m gonna need a cold shower, a good scream into my pillow, and maybe a meditation session to center myself after this ride. THANK YOU!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL

We'll have a masterlist for everyone soon but AHHH I'm so excited! I'm so proud of everyone and so glad to have some new people join us in the server, everyone has done such a fantastic job and it was so cool to see everyone work through their ideas 💗

A huge thank you to my beloved @fraugwinska for planning and organizing this event with me and making us so many amazing graphics, and encouraging me when I hit a wall. And thank you to everyone who participated and has posted or will be posting soon! I love all of you 🩷 @redvexillum @ritualofcirice @chefskjssart @dewdropdinosaur @lumikello24 @xalygatorx @melodyonthewireless @kewpikayo @jurijyuu ❤️

For the fic that started the brainworms squirming, come check out Hex: Smile Like You Mean It!

Summary: Someone has noticed you noticing them. Tags: video-game typical violence, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, off-screen character deaths

He was watching you. Always watching you.

Well- to be fair, he was always watching everyone. You knew when he was the trial's designated killer because you would catch the glint of a red light in the trees, a glare off the lens of a camera that watched you from the corner as you tried to work on a generator as stealthily as possible. Before you even had a chance to wipe the grease of the gears off your fingers he would be on you with a spark of electricity, razor sharp claws raking down your back or arm as you tried to get away with his distinct laugh ringing in your ears.

The other killers could be mindless- chasing you around the same rock or set of trees for minutes at a time while the others popped off generators left and right, absent obsession fueling their pursuit of you like they didn’t realize you were merely buying time for your friends.

Vox was just as ruthless, but worse- he was smart. Cunning. Somehow he always knew which corner you were going to turn, which windows you were going to try and vault through, and despite your best efforts you could never get him close enough to a pallet to slam it on his head and bust that screen of his wide open. You had managed it one time, relishing in the satisfying crunch of shattered glass as he swore and you darted away.

Only for him to find you while you healed yourself and drop you onto a hook anyway, his smirk taunting and cruel before chasing your teammates away when they tried to rescue you.

And despite it all, you felt drawn to him. Not drawn enough to actively seek him out in a trial, but sometimes you would watch from the sidelines as he chased the others, follow his meandering path around the lodge at Mount Ormond from the balcony on the second floor. At first it was a macabre fascination- where had he come from? What had brought him here? How much of him was really a machine? Your curiosity regarding his body warped over time to a keen interest, and before you knew it the purpose of your eyes on him had changed- no longer just watching him to see where he carried your teammates off to but appreciating the way his muscles flexed and moved beneath his clothing, admiring the delicate lines of his claw tipped fingers when he grabbed the edges of a window to chase after someone.

This was why you felt you were different from his surveillance of everyone else- you knew he could see you when you did this, watching him the same way he watched you through the cameras, and he never altered his course when you engaged in this behavior. It was only when you were working on generators, healing your friends, doing the things that needed to be done in order to survive, that he would spring forth from the cameras and start slashing and taunting.

The first time you had felt that flash of heat through your core watching him lick a stray drop of your blood from his claws after he threw you on a hook, you had been so ashamed you didn’t even bother trying to keep the Entity’s claws from coming down for you, your teammates too far away to help anyway. It got easier to live with though, something new and dangerously exciting when you looked at him and imagined the way his body looked under his clothes, wondered how calloused his fingertips were and how they would feel dragging across your skin with the intention of pleasure rather than pain.

Almost like a punishment for daring to feel something other than fear and despair when you looked at him, the Entity wasn’t kind enough to give you chances to observe Vox all that often; time didn’t really exist in this realm, but it felt like you had been in back to back to back matches for days, only at the campfire long enough for your wounds from Pyramid Head in the Swamp to be reset before you were being whisked away to be locked into a head cage by the Pig at the meat plant. It was never ending, constant torture that had you exhausted, moving slowly and always fumbling on the generators; which in turn had your teammates upset with you, and they would leave you to bleed out on the ground or struggle on the hooks while the rest of them worked away at the generators all the way across the map.

This time, when you landed in Haddonfield and everyone took off without you, you opted to just stay out of sight- you would hide in lockers, maybe hole up in a car and just rest until the others had finished the generators or gotten themselves killed, depending on who the killer was. Then you could make your way to a gate or try to find the hatch as long as they didn’t find you first.

You hear Yun-Jin start a generator near you and sneak off in the other direction; a smart choice, since your heartbeat picks up not even a full fifteen seconds later, Yun-Jin’s scream echoing with the sound of Vox’s laughter as he tosses her onto the hook.

You peek over the rock that you hide behind as he turns, brushing dirt off his suit and straightening his bowtie- when he looks up he locks eyes with you across the field, flashing you a wide, sharp-toothed smile before he zaps into the nearby camera and is gone, another scream from David sounding off shortly after.

Your heart is still, so you take the risk and head towards Yun-Jin crouched low to the ground, just in case he’s watching. Your arms shake as you help her down, and she doesn’t say anything before she’s rushing off, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. You sigh and kick at a rock on the ground, debating if you should follow her and offer assistance.

“Damn, not even a thank you? And you all think I’m brutal.”

You stumble to the ground in your haste to turn around, but he doesn’t rush at you- just watches, like he watches through the cameras, like he watches you watch him. “Don’t be so dramatic,” he scoffs. “I’m not here for you, doll- not yet.” He drops to a crouch in front of you, his screen so close you can feel the static on the screen making your hair raise; he brings his fingers up from the ground, wet and red with Yun-Jin’s blood. His face changes, pulling up a surveillance feed; you can see Yun-Jin in one little square, desperately trying to heal herself without assistance; David and Ace work on a generator in the basement of one of the buildings, not even glancing at the cameras that hold them in their glass stare. You’re half expecting him to spring suddenly, luring you into a false sense of safety, but it doesn’t come- a little cursor comes across the screen and clicks on the staticky image of the men and he’s gone.

You’re not going to assume he would let you escape twice, so you creep into one of the houses and find a locker in a room that didn’t appear to have any cameras. You should feel bad, you think, about simply hiding while the others tried to do what needed to be done to escape; but Yun-Jin hadn’t even said ‘thanks’ for risking your ass to pull her off the hook, and most of the other survivors never bothered to help you either since your exhaustion had started to get the best of your normally nimble fingers. A couple were reliable- Adam, Jane, and Claudette could usually be counted on to help get you out of a sticky situation- but these three in particular that you were facing Vox with? They could help themselves.

The others are too far away to hear them scream, but the two booms that ripple across the map when two of your teammates are sacrificed to the Entity can be heard from anywhere. There’s a scuffle outside the house and David stumbles in, bleeding from a deep gash in his back- a crackle of electricity and Vox is right after him, another swipe of those sharp claws dropping him to the floor. Vox peers at the locker in front of him- like he can see you through the slats, he winks before he picks David up and leaves the room to find a hook.

You should run. Flee the locker before he came back, your heart kicking into overdrive as the final sound rings out that tells you David is gone.

You don’t get a chance. The door to the locker is yanked open, and there stands Vox, his arms resting on the top of the opening and leaning in so that he’s all you can see, so you can’t escape. “Looks like you’re our lucky winner!” He says cheerfully, sounds like an old-timey game show sounding off from his screen, and he reaches into the locker to grab your arm. “How handy- I’ve been meaning to have a chat with you, my dear. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, shall we?”

Connected as you are, when he flashes into the camera you’re pulled with him- left with a feeling not unlike laughing gas at the dentist when you’re deposited into the living room of one of the houses. “Have a seat,” he offers, gesturing to the couch before you as you wobble on your feet. When you turn jerkily, only half a thought in your head saying to run, his grip on your arm tightens; he turns you to face him, other hand coming up to tilt your face up to meet his eyes. “Sit down.” He says firmly this time, and the red of his eye is swirling with black lines that seem to say trust me trust me trust me.

You sit, and Vox looks surprised. “Fuck, I didn’t think that would work,” he laughs. “That’s good to know.” He looks thoughtful for a moment before he drags the nearby armchair to sit in front of you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees while you watch one another. “Something to try in a trial sometime, maybe-”

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask, and he laughs loud and fake in the overwhelming silence of the room.

“I’m just trying to have a conversation! I gotta tell ya, I was having a lot of fun chasing you and your friends around but it was starting to get a little stale- and then there you are!” He gives you a wide smile, the sharpness of his teeth glinting in the low light of the house. “Always looking at me from behind trees and shit while I hunt down your teammates, watching me from the balconies and through windows- I know all about surveillance but it’s enough to make a man blush, sweetheart.”

His words make you blush- you had figured that he knew about you watching him, but not that he had picked up on your… interest. You try to stammer out a rebuttal and he laughs, waving you down with a mischievous look in his eyes. “None of that denial,” he chides. “I’m not here to judge; I’m quite flattered.” He winks at you again, the swirl of his eye lazy but not compelling you in any way, merely holding you in its gaze. “And that brings me here with a proposition! Mutually beneficial to the both of us, I can assure you.”

“What… do you want?” You ask cautiously, and his smile turns wicked, red drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He shocks you by stripping off the vest he wears over his white shirt, tossing it over his shoulder. “I’m a performer at heart, doll- the nature of a man in news means I love an audience, and an audience of one can be exciting in the right context.” He leans back into the armchair and pops a few buttons on his shirt, running his hands down his chest to the belt buckle that rests at the center of his waistband. “I want you to do what you’ve been doing so well lately- watch me.”

His belt clinks as he undoes the buckle, and your mouth runs dry. He teases electric blue claws against the zipper, a growing bulge under the seam that’s obvious to your eyes in the dim light of his screen. “What’s. What’s the mutually beneficial part here?” You ask, only stammering a little, and he chuckles low and dark.

“Depends,” he murmurs, “do you think the ‘show’ is your good part or mine?” He brushes his fingers against the outline of his cock, having hardened further under your watchful gaze, and a groan crackles out of his throat, staticky and harsh.

“It could be both,” you say absently, watching him finally draw the zipper down- the glowing that comes from his lap should be off-putting, but it’s not. You clench your thighs together, resisting the urge to rub them for some attempt at friction when his hand dips inside of his slacks and pulls his length out; hard, leaking from the tip until he swipes a dark blue thumb over it which a moan, a soft neon glow that seems to come from somewhere inside.

“It’s actually meant to be yours,” he says, “which means you’re kinda leaving me hanging here, sugar.” He stretches a leg across the expanse between your chair, knocking his foot against your feet to move them to the sides, the sweatpants you wear stretching tight across your lap as he essentially kicks your legs apart. “We should both be getting something out of this.”

You catch his meaning, only hesitating for a moment before shifting enough on the couch that you can start shimmying your pants down past your knees.

“Gimme a real show, doll,” he whispers roughly, dragging his fist up and down his cock slowly. “Let me see you.” His other hand finishes unbuttoning his shirt, the skin that he exposes a deep navy, littered with scars that only serve to draw your attention more fully to him. His claws tease over a glowing nipple- was that a USB port? - and the action causes sparks that rain down his abdomen.

You keep your gaze on him as you brush lightly against your clit through your panties, the shock of pleasure making your hips jerk. You apply more pressure, a swift circling around the sensitive nerves, and a moan breaks free of the barrier of your lips. Vox meets it with one of his own, the fist around his cock stroking earnestly, the fingers of his free hand trailing up and down his body, coming down to cup and squeeze his balls while he watches you.

“Fuck me, that’s fucking sexy,” he growls, his voice like gravel- his eyes are narrowed in between your legs like a man possessed, the intensity of his gaze like fire, like lightning. Your entire body is flushed, dripping with sweat when you copy him and let your free hand cup your breasts, tease the nipples through your thin shirt. “You like having eyes on you, sweetheart? Pull those little panties aside, show me what you like.”

You do as he asks, pulling the gusset of your soaked blue panties to the side and trailing a finger through the slickness of your folds. Your breath leaves you in shaky gasps as you press a digit inside, the angle not quite right for hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. It had been so long since you had indulged in a little self pleasure, certainly at least before you had been swept up in the fog and taken to the entity’s realm; even with the thoughts you had had about this man you had never gone so far as actually touching yourself with the lack of privacy around the campfire and in the trials. The touch alone was good, but to have Vox watching you so closely, the wet sounds of him stroking his cock mingling in the air with those that came from your fingers pressing desperately into your cunt, a second joining the first too soon, was burning bliss that raced through your veins.

His tongue hangs from his mouth, drool dangling obscenely from the end of it; he leans forward enough that it drips over his prick, the added wetness making everything so much louder as his rhythm sped up. “Come on, sweetness, fuck that pretty pussy for me,” he pants, his eyes glued to where your fingers begin thrusting into yourself, the drip of your arousal leaking from your stretched entrance. “Nice and loud so the camera picks it up.”

Your eyes dart to the surveillance camera in the corner of the room that the two of you had come jolting out of, the lens wide and glaring and pointed right at you. “You’re recording?” You ask breathlessly, hot desire flashing through you at the idea of him coming back to this moment between trials, looking at a playback of you fucking yourself on your fingers like a whore just because he told you, because he wanted to watch you do it.

“She won’t let us stay here forever,” he says, a harsh grunt tearing free of his throat as his strokes pick up speed, slick, rhythmic sounds that echo in your ear and make your head slow and fuzzy. As he says it, the whole realm seems to creak and groan and shift, like reaffirming that the Entity was displeased with how you were using her little world of chaos. “Just getting a little something to tide me over til next time.”

Next time. A moan slips from between your lips, letting yourself lean back further against the cushions so you can angle your fingers correctly to brush against the textured spot of sensitive tissue inside. “What’s the plan for next time?” You inquire, watching his fingers glide effortlessly over the illuminated flesh of his cock- he seems to harden further at your words, leaking from the tip in a way that makes your mouth water. With any luck, your next encounter would involve actually getting to touch him; to feel all that hard flesh under your hands, raking divots into his skin, tasting the salty musk of his precum on your tongue before sinking into his lap. Your cunt flutters uselessly around your fingers, pleasurable but not enough when you think about being stuffed full with the promising erection that Vox held in his fist.

“Once I get rid of your little friends,” he says in a stage whisper, “I’m going to d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊s̩͙͖̋͛͟t̴͕͖͓̀r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚y̯̤͑́́̓́ y̯̤͑́́̓́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈.” His hand flies in slick strokes over his cock as he races towards completion, the pixels of his eyes not even blinking as he watches you desperately try to shove your fingers further, reach as deep as you knew he would. The corruption of his voice, like his internal system was at its very limits, makes you clench hard around your fingers, arousal burning in every bit of skin that was under his gaze. “Bend you over the closest surface and fuck you stupid- make sure every time you catch a glimpse of my cameras you remember being stretched around my prick and b͔͔̳͈̊̆ͥ͂͜͝ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧg̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟g̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥg̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟ m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ to cum.”

Your legs tremble, muscles tensing as your orgasm barrels closer. “Oh God,” you moan, so close that every part of you aches with the need for release- your head thrashes against the cushions of the couch, nerves overstimulated and raw and eyes locked on where his thumb brushed against his head, the entire length twitching in his grip as he watches you in turn.

“Or maybe I’ll let them live and fill up that sweet mouth first,” he grunts, “see if your muscle memory is good enough to do a generator while I fuck your face- better not fuck it up unless you want your teammates to see you g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠ for a killer’s cock-” Static flashes across his screen, a sudden snowstorm that glitches his face out before he lurches forward, his free hand gouging deep gashes into the arm of the couch you lay across. “F̵̦̺͕́̐͟û̶͙̽̿͆̈c̷̹͖͋́̃k̶̸͙̭̹͆͟, g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞ c̷̹͖͋́̃û̶͙̽̿͆̈m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡--”

The camera in the corner goes dark as he spills over his fingers, the glow lightly flashing up the length of his shaft with every pulse into his hand- his release splashes across your bared skin, hot and thick, a deep, dark flash of arousal through your core at the sensation. You’re a hair trigger away from your own orgasm when he pulls his claws from the couch arm and stills your hands. The burning pleasure cools, frustration taking its place at his interruption until you see his face has come back, his eyes dark and drool dripping from the edges of his razor sharp teeth.

“Open those lips for me, sugar,” he says softly, and you do so with no hesitation; his claws slip between your lips and over your tongue, the salty, musky taste of his cum overwhelming your senses. You try in vain to get your fingers moving again, Vox’s hand squeezing lightly to deter the attempted movements. “Suck,” he says darkly, his left eye glowing red and swirling, but you’d have done it even without the compulsion that weaved through your mind, so desperate for whatever pleasure he could give you that you’d do whatever he asked.

You apply the suction he’s requested, hollowing your cheeks and sliding your tongue between his fingers, licking every drop of his release that you can find. He keeps those fingers in your mouth and uses his other hand to knock yours away from your pussy, careful with his claws as he tears your soaked panties from your body and swipes his fingers through the slick of your arousal. You moan around his fingers when he slides a digit into you, long and strong and immediately putting pressure right where you need it, where you couldn’t properly reach before. “That’s fucking right,” he growls, and the gravel in his voice has your cunt clamping down on him when he pushes another finger in, thrusting fast and hard- the coil in your abdomen tenses, drool and humiliating noises escaping through your parted lips as he drags you to the edge. “Go on, baby, fucking s̩͙͖̋͛͟c̷̹͖͋́̃r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡ f̷̵̫̞̉͢ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊…”

Your orgasm rips through you like a hook to the shoulder, every muscle clenching hard, your soft inner walls fluttering as Vox’s hand is drenched. Your veins are alight with electric pleasure that’s prolonged with every additional push of his fingers fucking in and out of you, his thumb coming up to brush insistently at your clit. The added sensation toes the line of too much, the pleasure almost painful as he works you straight through one orgasm to another, his eyes- and the camera- never leaving your body as it seizes up again, Vox’s presence finally leaving your mouth so you can whimper and cry his name loud enough to echo in the empty house.

When he finally withdraws from the clutch of your pussy, his fingers are soaked and dripping with your release- he brings them to his mouth, long tongue darting out to lick you from his skin. He slides a hand under your head and tilts your face to the corner of the room. “Smile pretty for the camera,” he says, letting his tongue trail around the shell of your ear, and you feel a fucked out grin steal across your features before he lets you collapse into the cushions again.

Everything is pleasant and fuzzy- your body still tingles from the aftershocks of two vigorous orgasms, and Vox’s arms are strong and muscular under your back as he lifts you. “Easy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, and he’s repositioning you to rest against his shoulder, standing and lifting you from the couch with ease. “Fuck, I knew you’d be good for me. Stay just like that, yeah?” He makes his way through the house, and as you walk you can hear the hum of the hatch- it seemed like now that you had both finished, he was going to let you escape…

But your eyes open when the hum of the hatch fades, Vox’s grip still strong on your waist as he also bypasses the exit gate. “Um- Vox?” You crane your neck to see him striding purposefully towards the hook in the middle of the road, the Entity’s claws already poised and ready above it.

Panic overrides the soft pliancy that had taken over your body, immediately struggling against the firm hold that he had on you- but you’d never managed to successfully wiggle free of him in any trial. “Don’t be like that,” he chides you, your movement at least pulling him a little off course. “It’s nothing personal, doll- we had a good time together but at the end of the day, business is business! Gotta answer to the lady upstairs- don’t hold it against me next time.” He passes by a pallet, and in a surge of desperation you reach for it- your fingers just manage to catch it, pulling hard so it slams into his body, a solid sound that echoes in the empty realm.

It’s enough- just barely, but it’s enough. His grip loosens and you drop from his shoulder, and you take the brief moment of his confusion to slam his head down hard into the wood. It breaks under the force of him, the sound of shattering glass and cursing filling your ears before you dart away on shaky legs, not waiting to see the aftermath.

The hatch isn’t far away, and you see him stand from where you had slammed him down- cobweb fractures span across his face, and his eyes are fractured and angry in every piece of broken glass visible. “It’s nothing personal,” you call to him, and you can see the pieces of his expression glitch out- whether it’s shock, anger, admiration, you can’t tell, but you aren’t going to take the time to figure it out. “Don’t hold it against me next time!” You drop into the darkness of the hatch, his frustrated scream echoing in your head as he fades from view.

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onzeziggy · 3 years ago

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LAURIEN THE NEW EPISODE IM SCREAMINGGGGG

Vegaspete completely blew my mind, I've been waiting all week for more and now my brain is splattered against my wall like- they just did that. And they really somehow made all of their interactions into the most tender thing 😭 no tattoo/wound kiss yet but yknow what there's still time

Kinnporsche agh they were the cutest! Kinn dropping everything to be a house husband with porsche. That's really all he wants huh, just a domestic life with his boyfriend. Just let him live in peace for God sake, chan can take over the main family and the brothers can all live their best lives

KIM OMG he was serving looks yet again (so was chay aswell tbh that blue hair looks great... I mean we only saw it in neon lighting but still) he's not forgiven in the slightest but all I'm saying is I'd be like that guy in the bar too - aka doing literally everything Kim says just from a look hsjsujss props to chay for staying strong

Lmao sorry for the rant I just had to let it out

Hope you've had a great day! Sending lots of hugs ❤

Caitlin ahhh sorry for only replying just now, but my exams are finally over so here I am to scream back about my current favorite gays sksisks

No but Vegaspete?! They- they did that… I would have never expected for Pete to make the first move (but I’m so glad he did and the other thing he did as well omg) and for it to be so intense and so tender at the same time. Vegas’ soft kisses ended my whole entire career and Pete looking up at him like that the whole time, I’m fine. Also the preview for today’s episode and them holding hands while Vegas is caressing Pete’s one so softly 😩 we better get a spiderman kiss or wound kiss so I can yeet myself to space again.

Then our one and only husbands in love kinnporsche 🥹 They were absolutely the cutest last episode! Every time I think they can’t get any more domestic there’s Kinn being the perfect boyfriend and supporting Porsche in whatever he needs, I love them so much. They were such a happy little family sitting there outside with Chay and the bread lmao but yes, invite the other brothers as well and let Korn pay for all the lies and bullshit he’s done bc we all know he will never tell the full truth.. Also the red scene made me so emotional and knowing that tonight stuff can go wrong again, I’m not prepared 😭

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, KIM INDEED! Cat I died when he showed up, my mouth dropped to the floor and I was screaming like a baby. He looked so freaking fine and this side of him, truly superior! And MOOD! I only had one thought and it’s Kim telling me to sit down, I’d be like *i’m sat* lol. No but if he could just work some more about his communication skills and actually show Chay only the tiniest amount of care instead of acting like this little bitch always walking off, I’d help a lot hahah but hopefully we’ll see a bit more of them tonight and Kim in that white shirt serving looks once again heheh

And nooo, I smiled so bright seeing your rant in my inbox, I love love love screaming about this show and all the drama with it so if you have to let it out again after tonight’s episode please do it again hihih. I’m already gonna say good luck with all the feels for tonight lmao and I’ll see you on the other side. Many hugs back to you and enjoy your weekend Cat! <333

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wikiangela · 2 years ago

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okay, I watched the winchesters 1x01

here's some random and chaotic thoughts and comments I had while watching

spoilers ahead! (kinda long post sns haha)

before I start - I will try to keep an open mind even though I'm kinda meh on the whole premise of the prequel (I still think there's so many more cool concepts that could have been done about the spn universe instead of getting the winchester family again but whatever lol) and I only ever saw the actress playing Mary in Disney's zombies and even her Disney Channel acting wasn't that great so I'm not looking forward to seeing her.....

but again, keeping an open mind (I'll try lol)

here we go:

first time seeing John and I already know it's gonna take me a while to see anyone but JDM or Matt as John 😂😂 like, I guess I can kinda see it, but I need to get used to it haha

hearing Dean again - I'm immediately even more excited haha it's so weird, because I heard and saw Jensen in other things etc but this is Dean and it's so different

"story might sound familiar but I'm gonna put the pieces together in a way that just might surprise you" please do, the thing I was worried the most was it not fitting canon but also being the same story we already know haha

such a cheesy meet cute 😂 classic tho 💁🏻‍♀️😂

yeah, I can learn to see him as John, but I just do not like the actress that plays Mary sns

random thought: will we see Dean convincing John to buy the Impala?? because we kinda have to right? 😂 (I just googled it, he did it in 1973, the show starts in 72 - there's time but eventually I need this to happen pls 😂😂)

loved the fight scene, John accidentally hitting Mary was so funny 😂 and the exorcism!!! we haven't seen that since like the first few seasons of spn! love that!

(I'm curious as to who gave him the letter 👀👀👀)

so John just knows about demons now......... idk how I feel about that, I think I'm too hung up on canon where he didn't know until after Mary died 😂😂 i hope they explain it well later on 😂

it feels kinda weird how quickly they share sensitive information with each other tbh 😂 like, I get it under the circumstances, but still, they're basically strangers 😂 Mary is just casually explaining every single thing to this boy she just met, and he's just minimally freaked out 😂 I'm kinda loving it, it's funny 😂

oooh, is this a men of letters bunker?? so John already finds out about it... that's interesting

okay, I kinda like John 😂😂 It didn't take me that long to get used to this actor as John either, I'm only 15 minutes in and he's okay 💁🏻‍♀️

Mary is still not it - and the thing is, I think if it was anyone else, I'd love her, she's the type of characters I usually enjoy - but I just do not like this actress 😩

Latika is so cute tho omg 😍😍😍 and after one scene I already love her character too 😂 so I guess I know who my crush in this show is 😂😂😂 there's always someone 😂😂

I really like the war flashbacks, and just seeing what John is struggling with

the conversations while driving - it's the supernatural kind of scene and I love it 😂😂

"nothing more hydrating than holy water" why was Carlos' whole entrance so fucking cringe 😂😂 in a funny way tho so it's good 😂😂 but the sandwich recipe bit was a bit much 🙄😂 (loving his outfit tho 😍)

also, I looked it up just to make sure I wasn't misremembering or making it up, and apparently John and Mary couldn't stand each other and cupid had to get them together - and I hope we'll see that because so far they've been pretty friendly lol what's with the looks?? you're not supposed to like each other yet!! - again, I am way too hung up on canon but it is supposedly a prequel lol

oh, so Carlos is a walking stereotype, got it 😑 at least we have a bi character so at least we got some representation and diversity?🤷🏻‍♀️

I absolutely adore the way Latika speaks - just her voice and accent and cadence, it's so cute 😍 I just wanna listen to her forever 😂

"she's a lot meaner when you get to know her" well I hope so 😂 but also, I might be biased bc, like I mentioned, I saw this actress for the first time in zombies, but she has such a sweet disney energy, I just can't see her as Mary sns 😂😂

God, please, can Latika talk all the time, because seriously, I am in love with her voice and the way she speaks 😍 and she's so pretty 😍 I'm not even done with the first episode and I already fell in love with another fictional character 😂😂😂 what is wrong with me

oh so we're already finding out about Maggie, okay - and Mary wants out! I mean, we all knew that, but it's still interesting to see - and I loved that conversation tbh (also, "my mom and dad put a knife in my hand before I was able to carry one. I didn't sign up for any of this" 👀 so familiar lol)

they seem to know quite a lot about different kinds of creatures without having to consult any books huh

the pacing is kinda weird, on one hand everything's happening very fucking quickly, but then it also feels longish idk 😂

"saving people, hunting things" I almost teared up lol and added out loud: the family business 😂😂

I really like John's actor (don't know names yet sns) he's good - and cute too 👀 -😂😂 we all know what John is going to be later on, but I'm enjoying his character atm 💁🏻‍♀️

loving the premise, the big bad seems interesting, I think I'm genuinely invested 😂

oh wow I almost forgot Dean's narrating 😂😂

DEAN!!! MY LOVE 😍❤️❤️ and Baby!!! "I'll keep picking the music" I genuinely teared up 😭❤️ I miss him so much, I think I need to finally rewatch supernatural (maybe once this season ends lol)

not the last scene being the most exciting thing in the episode 😂 I fucking squealed when I saw Dean and Baby 😂😂😂

so, overall thoughts:

I liked it 😂 like, I genuinely enjoyed it

the vibe was great, it felt different than spn but also familiar, and I liked that

there was a loooot of cheesiness, some lines were were so cringe, but in a good way, and I enjoyed them (at least most lol)

I like the characters - John was great, it took less time than I expected to get used to him as John, and I like him right now - I'm still confused about him knowing about hunting already and clearly liking Mary already but we'll see how they approach this haha

I LOVE Latika as I already mentioned, and I just want to see much more of her, she seems awesome 😍😂

Carlos was kinda whatever for now, everything he said was a bit too over the top and cringe, and he's kinda a stereotype, but he seems fun, and I want to get to know him more before I judge haha

when it comes to Mary... her personality is great and I normally would like her, she's my type of character - but, and I'm gonna repeat this once again: I do not like Mary's actress, she's just not it, maybe it's gonna take me a while to get used to her, for now I just don't see it, I hope she'll grow on me

but even tho Mary's actress is not great, they won me over with Latika, whoever plays her (gotta look her up) is the star for me and I will keep watching for sure 😂😂

and again, I'm hung up on canon, and I can't help but compare the story of John and Mary we saw with this - obviously it's different - or just more - as Dean said at the beginning, but I just hope the major things won't change, because while I can still enjoy it either way, I can get nitpicky lol

so, it wasn't amazing, but I enjoyed it and had fun watching it, and I'm gonna keep watching (if only for Latika lol)

#the winchesters #the winchesters spoilers #long post #thoughts while watching #episode commentary #the winchesters 1x01 #spnwin

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teeresaresa · 1 year ago

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Unh uh 😩 Riki and his lil bid for a boy cousin 😩 why is kids really like this ?

Awwww 🥹 when Njadaka told Tchalla bout Jobu. They were really his babies. Ugh! He probably smilin’ from ear to ear bout Toussaint and at how well the two of them are working together.

Oh lord Steve callin w the beginning of the end 🙄 I hated watchin’ that big nigga collect them stones. This damn snap 🤦🏾‍♀️ got me nervous af !

Chile I am nt shocked by the sexual activities that went down back in the days mmkay ! What I am shocked about is Queen N’Isiqithi Tha Firs considering the sharin’ of thee royal dick ! Cause miss girl was havin’ a damn hissy fit when he asked her to share w Disa bt oh yo lil friends can have a piece ? By all means let’s get it nice and wet together ! YANI !

Cuz like I’m sorry what tf 😀 ?!

And of course Mr Freak Nasty gon be all for it since she already havin feelins bout it. And he prob already know cause the nigga sense everything !

I know this they marriage and errthang Bt how is this any different from the poly shit ? Cause he ain’t in love wit em? Njadaka has grown very mature since becoming king bt at the end of the day he still a nigga. Yu cnt give ‘em too much ! Ijs Yani gurl press on that gas SLLOOWWW aight? 😂

And see this make me think she wasn’t mad all them ch back she jus wanted his sole attention. She just wanted to make sure he still loved her like he said he did! Sis had all of us goin thru it ch after ch ! Him! Disa! Even tha chullen ! Chile anyway. If she like it y’all kno the rest 😌

…had me thinkin she wanted monogamy. Is it really 🥴 Chiiii ! Nt she worried she can’t handle tht Jaguar dick herself ! Gurllllll ! Disa woulda been all the help yu needed Bt let’s move on ! 😭😭😭😭😭 Alright now dnt start tht shit Yani ! Nt when yu frm the island ! Mount that big bicycle n ride bih !

When Queen Mary came to her omg ! I always feel emotions when I read scenes like this because it’s so important to know where you come from, and how you came to be, and who stands behind you because it’s a motivation like no other! Especially as a black woman honey! So beautiful! I wish I could meet an ancestor like that. I woulda been sced as hell at first too tho !

We love a royal entrance! Had Big Nigga too stunned to speak ! On bended knee ! No Boyz II Men ! Purr !

Unt uhhhh ! Not the lil princess gf Vivienne ! Chileeee the world cannot be that small ! And just like boys do, these niggas up here laughin ! Chile I thought he’d run into Renata before he’d run into Viv ! Bt it does make more sense ! I loved her talk w them and her supporting Yani. She won me over for sure.

QUEEN KILLMONGER ! Whew chile he deflee got him a lil weapon as a queen honey ! Mububu was actual scum. Bt she was a great distraction and handled herself very well. She said yu wanna die in front of all these people? Dnt play w HER ! W THE VINTAGE CLAWS !? YAS !

DON’T THINK SHE JUST HIS LITTLE WIFEEE ! BOW DOWN BITCH or wateva Beyonce be sayin ! Lisssennn he nt playin bout her and she ain’t playin bout him okey ! Bt his reaction in the elevator was hilarious cause he was like wait nah …Bt I like that 😂

We love a family man wanting to come home to his kids and his queen 🥰 it’s cute I must say

And like I said ! Miss Yani was second guessin’ that royal dck shit when it was happenin’ bt of course he got it out of her ! I really dnt see that lady in waiting shit happenin as a regular thing. I think she just like the idea of it because her ass been sittin up watchin’ videos of his ass w randoms and now he like her personal porn star 😭 IJS THE SHIT MIGHT BACKFIRE ON HER

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I put that on my own mama, on my hood I look fly, I look good You can’t touch my bag, wish you could I look fly, I look too good Put that on my own mama, on my hood…”

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T'Challa lifted his newborn son from his fluffy pram blanket and gently burped him near the wall-sized window of the Sun Room. Nakia fed the baby constantly and after only a week of being alive, Toussaint was fatter and his belly became a round ball that his father liked to tickle.

The deep rich melanin had evened out across his son’s body and looking down at the tiny face, T'Challa witnessed a mirror, a version of himself that depended on a family to raise him up the right way. He kissed Toussaint’s forehead, then rocked him quietly.

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throughtheinterstices · 3 years ago

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HI SOF💜 help not you saying im one of your faves on tumblr OTL askdjsks iM GONNA CRY 🥺 eep no worries i totally get what you mean about uni stress fsjsdkgsd i also take forever to reply to people cuz i usually have no more brain cells left when i come on tumblr HAHAHA eeepp sounds like its been pretty tough 😣 but im v happy to hear you have a break coming soon!!

omg ok hospital playlist askdkjs wHY DID IT END SO SAD ASKFJKS like omg okay first of all i love how their friendships were written soso much??? all their banter and inside jokes, mAKING A BAND TOGETHER, how they care so much and how theyre all there for each other when times get tough askdjsk its peak friendship OTL 😭 them with their juniors too aksjdjd hosplay really was a slice of life masterpiece 😩 i loved how they wrote all the romantic relationships too; i do think some were abit rushed towards the end of s2 but im still really glad that all of them did get their happy endings 😭

DR CHU MINHA FINALLY GETTING HER CHANCE WITH SEOK HYEONG AFTER PINING FOR TWO WHOLE SEASONS ASKFJKSJ oMg their dynamic is sooo funny cuz most people feel a little awkward around seokhyeong but she's absolutely shameless in what she says to him and he finds it so endearing and my heart just went !!!!! i think i used to see her crush as a little shallow but i was cheering so hard for her when they finally became official

jeong won and gyeo ul are also soso perfect for each other askfjks i loved how ik jun kept trying to play matchmaker and jeongwon is honestly the sweetest man ive ever seen and theyre sO cute together

eep junwan and iksun askjdjs peak "brother's-best-friend" trope HELP OMG aaa their angst hit the hardest i think but they made up really sweetly (and ikjun playing matchmaker once again aksjsj)

aNDANDAND IKJUN AND SONGHWA FKSKDK THE BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS !!!! hELP they were sooo freaking adorable all the subtle moments they had together, CAMPING TOGETHER WITH UJU hElp i was screaming it felt sooo domestic and sweet i was smiling so wide watching them😭

eeepp the last ep!! it was going soo well, all of them getting together, but then they gathered for that band practice and ikjun said "but why do i get the feeling that this will be our last jam session?" MY HEART LITERALLY BROKE OKAY I WAS ON THE VERGE OF TEARS THAT WAS SO UNNECESSARY 😭💔 idk wHy but that line made me soso sadd and it made that ep feel really melancholic aaaa 😔 awh but them watching that sunset together healed my heart at least 🥺

hELP this turned out aLOT longer than i expected askdksks IM SO SORRY ill put the rest in another ask 🤣

ann! omg i relate so much with the brain cells thing. i barely have any energy to read fics with higher thinking skills HAHAHA. that's why i reserve it during moments when i do actually have the time + energy bc aaaaa the fics here deserve love and the writers deserve love!

AND YES HOSPITAL PLAYLIST TIME!

THE ENDING—okay i'm not a crier, but i sobbed. especially the sunset scene like WHERE AM I GOING TO FIND ANOTHER REASON TO GO THROUGH EACH WEEK NOW?! and the whole ep was just them tying loose ends and when ikjun said, "why does this feel like our last jam session?" IT'S BECAUSE IT'S THE LAST TIME WE'RE GOING TO SEE YOU PERFORM SO DON'T STOP PLEASE GO ON FOR ANOTHER SEASON PLEASE

yes! the friendships! and i agree! i love the slice of life genre so much! cause it actually reflects what happens in real life. like, no one's all lovey dovey and affectionate all the time. human relationships thrive through subtle ways of taking care of each other. and the drama portrayed that so well. (EVERY DRAMA OF SHIN WONHO PD DOES AAAA REPLY 1988 PLEASE?)

and the juniors! i loved them! minha, gyeoul, daehak, seokmin, sunbin, yunbok, hongdo! AAAAAA i could go on and on!

and yes! the romance! i loved how at the beginning of s1, they were all just establishing the story, the friendship and the patient-doctor, and doctor-doctor relationships. but gradually, they infused hints of romance. like how gyeoul had a crush on jeongwon and how ikjun went to songhwa's appointment. the little things that shows how much they liked them was so cute and endearing to watch!

abt the rushed thing, HAHAHA is this about junwan x iksun? HAHAHAHA i think that's the most rushed among all. i feel like the others paced themselves well. i mean, i would've loved seeing more of minha x seokhyeong, and the dynamic of songhwa x ikjun x uju (AND OMG UJU! YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN IN THE FINALE!) also, i would've loved to see gyeoul's reaction to jeongwon's proposal huhuhuhu.

AND YES! I WAS MOST EXCITED FOR MINHA X SEOKHYEONG IN S2! bc seokhyeong went through a lot of things and he managed to survive through all of them. and he's so kind and he deserves to smile all the time and be happy. and i'm glad he let minha in to be that light that he needs.

and yes! jeongwon x gyeoul! they were the couple i was rooting for in s1 the most! THEY WERE SO SO CUTE AND I LOVED ALL THE TIMES THEY TRIED TO HIDE THEIR RELATIONSHIP IN S2 HAHAHAHA.

and ikjun the matchmaker was so cute!!!!

and yeah... iksun x junwan was cute but rawr i wished iksun would've just told the truth in the beginning. they both just suffered more and rawr. junwan in one ep was so pitiful huuhuhu i wanted to give him a hug. but anyway, they made up so all is good. she better treat him better next time! hmp

AND OMG SONGHWA X IKJUN!!! THEY WERE AHQLEIHQLIHFQ they've finally come full circle. i started really REALLY rooting for them in s1 when uju got sick! that was such a touching moment how songhwa took care of his son as if he was her own. and she took them camping too! huhuhuhu they were so cute! and the food scenes! what would i pay to have someone ask me to eat with him? AAAAAAA

HAHAHHAHAHAHA DON'T WORRY ANN I HAVE A LOT TO SAY TOO! ON TO THE NEXT ASK—

#through the interactions #solarisann #ann

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wikiangela · 3 years ago

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finally watching ls 3x17

spoilers!

and from the very beginning I'm getting emotional 😢

(damn, Gina Torres is so gorgeous 😩😍 and the guy playing Julius is cute af 😍)

whaaat is happening between Tommy and Julius 👀 there's definitely some tension 👀 (I kinda assumed the kiss wasn't a one time thing because why else have it lol but I'm curious)

omg Marjan and Nancy clearing out the trash 😂 (also, Nancy's "I deserve that" lmao that was so funny) - damn I could never - I gag when I throw out my own trash lmao this shit would be a nightmare 😂

fucking hell, thank God for Mateo - that was way too stressful 😂

I love the Ryders 😂 lmao Judd "multi-phase process" huh? and if that whole thing means we're gonna see more Wyatt, I can't wait 😍

aaah Nancy and Mateo??! I suspected that something might happen since that scene a few episodes ago but like, already?? why haven't we seen more?? not fair 🙄😂 loving it tho ❤️

oooh, I see where this is going... Mateo is gonna be insecure about Nancy being taller dude.... get your shit together 😂 (btw Nancy's so freaking hot wow 🔥)

Wyatt is freaking adorable (and it's lowkey relatable, I also don't know how to talk to people and keep eye contact)

Carlos!! I get just as excited when I see him as Mateo, except not forced to run away form a conversation 😂😂😂 but yaaay, Carlos!!!😍

aw the gang hanging out - I feel like we haven't seen that in a fucking while 😂

I mean, good for Nancy tbh, like, if you really don't wanna say anything yet, just tell her?? he assured her that he did want to, and then panicked each time it was brought up like, dude.

Julius has a nice voice 😍 and something will happen between him and Tommy, right? it has to lol, there's too much tension 😂

OMG I knew it!!! "I'm crazy too" 😲😍 I ship it tbh 😍

"hulk smash" 😂 god I love him

go Owen!!! 😍 loved that!!

honestly I expected that Wyatt's gonna be dressed up and everyone else will be all casual - I've seen enough movies and shows to know what to expect from a tech company - but it's still hilarious 😂 but also poor baby, I can feel his embarrassment and nerves 😂

oh yeah, the gang's gonna make Nance and Mateo get it together and talk!

"not position"... why 😂😂😂

aw Mateo's so sweet, here I thought he was insecure and really he just didn't want Nancy to get laughed at, he's so cute 😍😭

how do they not get what "coffee" means 😂 (I mean I do only because I've seen Luke Cage so who am I to talk 😂😂)

so Julius is leaving?? noooo

motherfucking hell what the fuck was that ending 😱😱😱😱

I just saw the promo, thank fuck Judd's fine (or at least alive) but I hope Owen is okay as well, I actually enjoyed him this season 😳

I just forgot everything that happened this episode, because that ending 🤯 I knew something bad was gonna happen when the security guard talked to the guy about a gas leak but that the whole building was gonna go down??? jesus fuck 🤯🤯🤯

that was insane lmao I really can't want for the next one hahah

#911 ls #911 lone star #911 ls spoilers #911 lone star spoilers #thoughts while watching #long post

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fandom-blackhole · 2 years ago

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Episode 6!

Before episode thoughts->

Sooooo excited to see Tommy and our wife Maria <3

Also excited for the farmhouse!!!!!

Anyway onto the episode ->

THREE MONTHS LATER

rabbits 😏 (if you know you know)

Ope

The guns all the way over there

Oh man I love these two!

Theyre like 1000 lmao

I FUCKING LOVE THESE TWO

We see the bodies they leave behind 😳 wtf?

Ellie! Don't steal omfg

JOEL WTF HAPPENING

Panic attack?

Hes taping his boot together 🥺

Aww shes so cute looking at the northern lights

Can I have some? No Joel you shouldn't even be drinking

Yup still gross lmao

Wait this looks like that one concept art scene! Are they gonna start making jokes and laughing

I would raise sheep. They're quiet and do what they're told. Lmao

Ellie and her love if space 🥺

Joel’s trying to comfort her 🥺🥺🥺

Sheep ranches on the moon

Joel grabbing his back when he gets up

Joel's coat looks really nice and warm, I want

God that shot of them crossing the bridge with the mountains in the back is beautiful

SHES TRYING TO WHISTLE

THE DAMMMMMMM

The river of death really has me freaking out

The circling on horses is giving, LoTR when they arrive in Rivendel

Ellie seems to be scared of dogs, nm

Joel?! Ok this panic has got to be fixed omfg MY anxiety can't take it

Maria my LOVEEEEEEEEEE

I like that they actually go into Jackson in the show

The dude moving a single piece if fire wood with a shovel is me frfr

Awwww reunion 🥲

The dining hall looks just like the game!!!

Let's mind our manners. Does ellie even have any?? Love her

Maria is my wife, Tommy watch your back

Love herrrrrrrr

SHEEP

Wait i just realized Joel said he wanted to be a sheep farmer, in p2 the game ellie becomes a sheep farmer with dina

Shimmer!

Man they both have a dependency on each otherrrrrr

Sigh Joel why'd you lie about tess

Us? Oohhhh Joel wasn't planning on ditching ellie with Tommy

Ah man these two are bickering like brothers

Im gonna be a father!!!!! Screaming

Damn Joel thats coldddd

Im starting to get the feeling it's not gonna be rebar that takes Joel out, he's gonna have a heart issue or pneumonia or something

Ellie in pink, I never thought I'd see the day lmao

DIVA CUP

The jackettttt

Ooohhh i love the stained glass

Gasp did Maria loose someone to?? A kid??

Awww i love my wifeeee

My woman was a lawyer, love her

She was a mom!

Sarah was Joel's daughter!!

The only people hat can betray us, are the ones we trust. FORESHADOWINGGGGG

A kiddo with down syndrome!!!! That means everything

Joel's hand still bothering him

Tommy being the bigger man 🥺

Ope hes telling Tommy

Oh hes telling Tommy EVERYTHING

Aww hes telling Tommy about Henry

Omfg his anxietyyyy

Omg im gonna cry stoo this shit joel

JOELLLLLLLLL STOP

Ope now he's pushing for Tommy to take her

Stop crying Joel omfg I can't handle it

Man this place looks just like it did in the game

Oh fuck the farmhouse scene is about to happen isn't it?!?

Oh she overheard them talking 🥲🥲

The giraffe picture!

The way Joel’s face just DROPPED

Everybody i have cared for has died, or left me. Everybody, fucking except for you! So don't tell me I'd be safer with someone else because the truth is I'd just be more scared. 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

The PAIN in Bella's eyes 🥲🥲

Oh bes having flashbacks to Sarah 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

Did Tommy never show up?

Ope nm

Whats gonna happen to change Joel’s mind?

Let's go. I love her

Please please please please let her name the horse Callus

Can I borrow that? Me fucking too! I remember the p2 flashback he's got a nice fucking gun

Man Maria being pregnant is gonna change SO much during p2

You gonna shot this thing or get it pregnant? I'm rolling

The fucking musicccccccc, this is the end credit song and im living

Hes opening up to her more 🥲

Yeah we were cool.

Everybody loved condtractors.... Joel idk if thats true lmao

AH! They're talking about football!

I've got a BAD feeling

God riding through the university is 😩👌

When I was a kid I wanted to be a singer 🥲🥲

This is all so good and close to the gameee

Monkeys!

Man I wanna learn to ride a horse but my body image issues would never let me

Man even the inside of the uni looks like the game!

Its soooo much like the game im freaking outtt

Are they gonna find the recording from the doctor?

Nice! A convenient map lol

Hunters??? David's bitches!

Oh fuckk

Whats gonna happen????

Ahhhhhh he broke his neck like....oh fuck me

Dude shanked my husband!

Oh no, oh no, oh no

JOEL?!

Joel you gotta get up. I can't do this without you. 🥲

Please. Joel, please. 🥲🥲

Not the sad fucking cover of Depeche Mode!

Im over this show, fuck off omfg (a totally untrue statement)

Trailer ->

Oh no.....oh no....OH NO

Im not ready for Left Behind

Oh my sweet child

Ok ok ok The Last of Us episode 1 thoughts below!

• CLIMATE CHANGE?! (Love that honestly)

• Not me sobbing at the intro (I HOPED they'd do something like the games intro so this was a perfect surprise)

• Joels shirt is inside out 😭 (ok noticed this before it was mentioned)

• Let the man have his coffee Sarah

• Gabriel as tommy?! Sounds almost identical omggg

• The neighbors 😭 (oh I understand now.....)(I like how they changed the changing/infected neighbor scene)

• Desert Storm???? 👀

• Sarah fixing the watch instead of getting him a new one 🥺

• Sarah's backpack is so cute omg

• The dog 🥲

• "Drugs. I sell hard-core drugs." Happy screams

• Joel and his shitty movies smh (hope this is ref later with ellie and joels movie nights)

• Dammit Tommy, jail, really??

• Yo wtf grandma. No joke the cordyceps out of her mouth?!?!?

• The truck scene was done so welllllllllll

• Jimmy's place!!!

• The planes (OMFG THE PLANE)

• Ooo the car crash separating them, I approve

• These bitches CREEPY (Love that they have no fine motor control)

• Joel begging 🥲🥲🥲

• That is infact a small child (😭😭😭)(🥲🥲🥲)

• DONT YOU TWENTY YEARS LATER ME YOU BITCHES (both 2014 Hannah and 2023 Hannah)

Sarah's death was sadder here and I stand by that

• The amount of time it takes to change depending on where your bit poster is 👌👌👌

• Joel doing actual work in the QZ is kinda really funny to me (sewer maintenance) (now this is more like it....wait drug dealing??)

• MUSICCCCCCCC

• HANGING?????? IN THE QZ??? BY FEDRA???

• Tess 🥰🥰🥰

• Ooo truck battery and not guns (what about your guy?- He answers to me FUCK YEAH HE DOES....WAIT oh fuck explosion! Well fuck you anyway Robert)

• ELLIE!! (SHE HAS HER EYEBROW SCAR! And her sense if humor) (veronica?) (unchain my child please)

• Oooo message operator! (TOMMY!) (Slavers 🤔)

• Joel planning a trip already is genius (wtf you doing drinking and doing pills?!)

• The watch 🥲

• Those walls are THIN or that baby is LOUD

• Marleneeeeeee

• I love all the yellow wires, ik in the game it was an obvious way to show you where to go, but u like that its been added to the show

• Oh damn, rip unnamed firefly Marlene talked too, you're dying in the capital (kim) (ope her ear)

• Tell me to look for the light and ill break your jaw 🥰🥰🥰

• Ellie getting water on her face lmao

• The knife 🥺

• Atleast the wrapped the handcuff so it wouldn't hurt her

• Don't talk about Riley bitch, I will fight you

• I like all the water dripping, good touch

• Joel talking construction 🥰🥰🥰

• Ok but that wallpaper in the hallway with the dead Robert, I want

• Well ellie you tried, but Joel is better

• Ellie is in fact feral, love her

• Give ellie her knife dammit (yes ellie I agree that was an asshole move)

• Ope don't mention Tommy

• What are they capable of?- alot ellie, alot

• You all talk it out but please remember I am bleeding out 😭😭😭

• God I love my husband

• Ellies shoes squishing 🤢

• Bill and Frank 🥺

• Your watch us broken 🥲

• Ok but why is all the wallpaper cute in this episode?!

• Ellie figuring out the radio code shes so smart i love her

• That door (or whatever you wanna call it) was hidden perfectly omg

• Worst time to take a piss (hahahahaha honestly fuck that guy)

• Pedro's eyes 😩 (oh fuck wait hes fucking that guy upppp)

• PTSD!!!

• THE RADIOOOOOOOOO

• THE RADIO AS IT PANS OVER THE CITY AND WE HEAR INFECTED?!? so good

• The trailer!

• The city landscapes 😩😩😩

• Frank!!!!

• There's no halfway with this, we finish what we started *indistinct screeching*

If you read all this PLEASE send me Joel thoughts, I wanna talk about my husband! Also if you want me to explain any of these ASK MEEEE!! Also, Also, I'll be doing this for every episode so if wanna be tagged in these just if be down 👉👈

#tlou spoilers #this episode fucked me up more than i thought it would

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choiceskatie · 3 years ago

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@ao719 THIS REBLOG MADE MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE. I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I’VE REREAD IT

Anna, I think you’re going to find yourself in a train of sorts sooner than later 😂🤣😂🤣 hejsbsjdnxjsnx

The noise that left my mouth 😭😭😭😭💀💀 that she did 😌

OMG SNKSXKDKDJJDKDNC IS THAT MY LITTLE LEGEND?!?

IT IS! When this idea came to me I was like Thomas smut ✅ Sam smut ✅ Luz Mendez content ✅ ok it’s good enough for her birthday

I had more scenes with her but when I changed the ending around they got scrapped 😭

Ohhhh he sees it! He knows there’s something there on Sam’s end for Anna and I’m living for thissssssss!

He does!

Ok, I’m loving this slightly smug side to Thomas right now. Like he’s not cocky, he’s confident and it’s seggsy 🥴

Right?! 😩😩😩 he knows he’s genetically blessed and home girl has been making eyes at him all night. He’s not about to ignore the SIGNS!

So, what he means is, “she’s still mine.” I agree with Thomas, we’ll see 😏

Damn right that’s what he means lmao

I’m loving what a total closet freak Thomas is here. We’ve discussed this several times about how we think he has this wild side and I will die on that hill!

Yes!!! When I was beginning to write this, I knew I could go in a totally different direction and make Thomas shy and flustered and Sam and Anna doing all of the initiating lol. But our husband is a closet freak and I will fight anyone willing to question it. He’s never flustered when it matters is freaky time in canon and I’m sure he wouldn’t be after a couple of vinos either lmao

Why is Thomas calling her angel so fucking hot?! Djsbxhksndjdknxjfnf

I’m still so glad you enjoyed this 😂😂😂 I asked @lsvdw-blog when I was writing it if it was creepy, and she was assured me it was ok in this context and bc it was Thomas lmao.

I LOVE that Anna is playing this game with them! She is not about to let them have all the fun and she is definitely going to make sure this is worth her while!

YES! Let’s face it, TNA MC is a slut lmao, so I can’t picture her backing down from the challenge of these two men. She can hold her own for sure

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE! Djsksjodkdkdk!

I LOVE YOU FOR THIS! I knew you’d get it skaksjdjdjsk I had to thrown in snippets of both men’s first times lol

OMG PLEASE WRITE THOMAS ALL OF THE TIME SKSNKDKEHSODNDIDJSJDKKEKDJDK

LMAO NO DON’T TEMPT ME BC I AM REOBSESSED AND HAVE LOST INTEREST IN ALL ORHER MEN pixelated or not

WHY DO I WANT HER TO RUN AWAY WITH HIM OFF INTO THE SUNSET DJDKDJKDKD

Same tho 😭😭😭 catch me writing a new series

Pairing: Thomas Mendez x TNA MC 💀 (Sam can have Kari)

KATIE! THE WAY I JUST GASPED!

Mwahahahahaha

AHHHHHHH. UNTIL TWO DAYS AGO I HAD LITERALLY NO INTENTIONS OF CONTINUING THIS AND THEN AN IDEA HIT ME FOR A SEQUEL SO I WAS LIKE LETS CHANGE THIS ENDING LMAO. ADD A LITTLE BIT OF ✨spice✨

I think I’m gonna need to lol. My brain can’t quite let go of this Thomas so if I need to write a short series to see him again imma do it, and the jealousy between Sam and Thomas when they find out djdjeiskakakala FINE I’LL DO IT

This reblog was everything! I love you so so fucking much 🤍🤍🤍 happy birthday again sis

Invasion of Privacy

Book: The Nanny Affair/Mother of the Year

Warnings: Extremely NSFW. Smut. Lemony as fook. The filthiest thing I’ve ever written so the embarrassment may induce my next leave of absence (I’m also very out of practice, pls be kind)

Word count: 9.6k. I don’t know lol. I really don’t know.

Summary: Reimagining of Sam’s birthday. Takes place during TNA book 1 chapter 3.

Author’s Note: this idea randomly came to me one morning (can’t stop a ho from being a ho) and as I went to write it, it dawned on me this would be the perfect birthday fic for Miss Nitah. So, I forced myself to wait 5 months to write it (and then had a writers block for months and wrote this in 3 days this week lol). @ao719 happy birthday, my sweet fren. I wrote out many words about how great you are and then decided publishing them publicly would just make both of us uncomfortable so resigned myself to a paragraph or two lmao.

Fun fact, you were my first ever follower on here. You followed me when I didn’t even know how to reblog, all I knew how to do was send you messages obsessing over your writing and send you anonymous asks about when the next chapter of FD would be out lmfao. I think you’re one of the only blogs I followed for like two months, bc all I did for weeks on end was work through the pandemic and come home and read every single fic you’d ever written. I even read New Beginnings before I’d read MotY (what a sad time of my life) just because I needed my fix of your stories 🤣

I love keysmashing with you, obsessing over pixelated characters, trying to interpret lines to decipher which of them has the biggest dicks lmao. I love you obsessing over Scottish tiktoks and me teaching you what the words mean. You’re seriously amazing, and I’m so thankful to know you.

Anyway, these are just some of the characters that you and I obsess over, and I hope you enjoy this, my dude! I hope it doesn’t disappoint after me telling you how excited I was about it for 6 months 😂 (and sorry this is late lol) happy birthday weekend! I adore you 🤍

Also thanks for being born and forcing me out of my writers block. My screen time for docs this week is a little concerning but that sounds like a problem for future me.

Thanks to @lsvdw-blog for prereading this for me every time I wrote five lines, love you baby g.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

The sound of the elevator dinging stops Anna and the twins in their tracks, panicked eyes meeting one another in alarm as they realise Sam has picked the most inopportune time to finally leave the office at a normal hour.

“Is that your dad? He’s not supposed to be home yet!”

“You have to stall him!” Mason gestures to the doorway with the large oven mitts dwarfing his hands. “Or else the surprise is going to be completely ruined!”

“Go, go, go!”

Mickey gently pushes her out into the hallway before she has a chance to protest. She stumbles into the corridor as she comes face to face with Sam’s handsome face, quickly forming the private smile she’s grown to love as he quirks an eyebrow at her.

“Coming to greet me at the door now, Anna?” His friendly grin is quickly replaced with something darker, something hungrier, as she watches his gaze travel from her head to her toe, taking in the special gown she’s put on to celebrate his big day. “You look…”

He gnaws at his lower lip as he struggles to finish his sentiment, eyes meeting her own again as she feels her body heat rising rapidly under the intensity of his stare.

She shakes herself from the daze as she remembers the mission she’s been sent out here to accomplish.

“Sam! I wasn’t expecting you so soon…” She trails off as she hears the telltale chime of the elevator reaching the penthouse suite again, her dark eyebrows knitting together as she looks at him in confusion.

Before she can question who else is joining them for Sam’s birthday celebrations, her attention is pulled to the opening of the doors and the commanding figure that slowly emerges from them.

Her breath hitches as she takes in the vision of the tall man. She suddenly feels the need to avert her eyes to the floor, flustered by his piercing gaze that quickly centres on her.

Naturally, as she stares at the hardwood flooring, she notices his shoes first. Large, brown brogues adorn his feet and she can’t help but to theorise they undoubtedly cost more than her old apartment’s rent. She surmises that they were either bought this morning, or that’s what shoes actually look like with a few zeroes added on to the end of their price tag.

Long legs are donned in pristine navy slacks, clearly tailored to perfectly carve the muscular shape she can already see through the expensive fabric. They lead up to an equally pristine suit jacket, sitting snugly against a taut waist before widening to accompany the man’s exceedingly broad shoulders.

Her gaze once again drops as she tries to survey the man’s hands, groaning inwardly as she notices they’re tucked behind his back and denying her the opportunity to find out if he’s married. She quickly realises that it doesn’t make much of a difference for many a reason: she’s not said two words to this man and isn’t sure why his marital status is of any note or interest to her; Sam’s not married and yet she’s still found herself in the middle of a train wreck.

As she finally wills herself to snap back to the present and focus on the man’s face, her attention is pulled to a second body exiting the elevator shaft.

“Mickey! Mason!”

A small frame barrels out into the hallway, a flash of yellow blurred by a wild brown mane chasing by her.

“Get back here right now, little lady!”

The figure stops abruptly as her sneakers squeak loudly on the floor. She turns back with an impish smile as she retreats to the man’s side.

When he speaks, his deep voice sends a shiver down Anna’s spine. “Uncle Sam has a guest, darling. Introduce yourself before you run off to wreak havoc on the penthouse.”

Anna’s gaze snaps towards Sam, confusion etched on her features. “Uncle? I didn’t know you had a niece, Sam.”

“Oh, he’s not my uncle!” The young girl interrupts, grinning up at Anna as she steps towards her. “We pretend that Mickey and Mason are my cousins, but they’re not really. I think my dad just likes to call them that because he’s an only child and he doesn’t want to feel he’s deprived me of a major part of childhood.”

Anna stifles a laugh as she looks up at the girl’s father, his exaggerated eye roll completely ruined by the warm smile on his face. “Is that so? That’s awfully insightful for a girl your age.”

“Thanks, Miss…”, she breaks off as her nose scrunches up in thought, trying to remember if she’s been told the woman’s name before her dad gives her a lecture for not remembering it.

“Schuyler,” she smiles down at her.

“Thanks, Miss Schuyler! My dad always tells me I’m street smart, which is good because I ain’t so good with the books.”

Her eyes flicker up to the girl’s father once more to see his mouth drop open in shock.

“I have never once said that, Luz!”

She waves him off without turning her back as she grins at Anna. “He didn’t need to. I figured it out myself because I’m-”, she stops to tap her temple, beaming with pride, “street smart.”

That gets a hearty chuckle from all of the adults around her, her father’s eyes crinkling in delight at the witty daughter he’s raising.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Luz.” Anna extends her hand to shake, promptly being shaken by Luz. “I’m Anna, the boy’s nanny.”

“Oh! Where are they?”

At the reminder of the boys, Anna nearly curses in front of the young child. She’d completely forgotten about the meal being made in the next room for Sam’s birthday.

“They’re in the kitchen, sweetie. Why don’t you go in yourself and see what they’re up to?”

She flashes her a wide grin before she turns with a start, calling out to the boys as she runs down the length of the corridor. “Mickey! Mason! I brought my brick!”

Sam throws his head back with a loud laugh at the look on his guest’s face, pure fear as he drops his head in his hands.

“If I make it to her 18th birthday, it’ll be a miracle.” Anna giggles as the stranger drops his hands, chuckling as he walks towards her. He offers her his hand, smiling as Sam introduces him.

“Anna, this is Thomas Mendez. He and I met in college and I’ve been stuck with him ever since.”

She takes his hand in hers, suppressing the shudder longing to course through her as she feels the warmth of his skin and looks up at his friendly face. She meets his eyes and can’t help but to stare. Although they are icy in tone - grey blue looking straight into her soul - an unrivalled warmth radiates from them, a kindness she’s never been privy to before now.

“College, huh?”

He nods with a smile. “Stanford.” He leans in to whisper conspiratorially, but purposefully loud enough for Sam to hear. “I got in on my own accord though, nothing to do with Mommy and Daddy’s money.”

Anna’s eyes widen at the remark before she hears a guffaw coming from Sam, turning to see him shaking his head friendly at his old friend.

“Clearly Tommy isn’t planning on giving me a break just because it’s my birthday.”

“Wow, you guys must have known each other a long time.”

“Are you implying that we’re old, Anna?” He smiles slyly as he raises a challenging eyebrow at her.

“Thomas, I bought Sam’s birthday cake; that includes the many candles the boys insisted on for every year of his life. Trust me, I know how old you are.”

Thomas’ face is bright with amusement as he turns to smirk at Sam. “Oh, she’s trouble.”

“Tell me about it.”

Anna’s reply is forgotten as she hears the twins calling her from the dining room and instructs both men to follow her through.

The twins stand at the head of the table, grinning from ear to ear as they proudly present their home cooked meal for Sam.

“Tada! Happy birthday, Dad!”

He grins wide and pulls them both in for a bear hug, before pulling Anna into a close embrace, thanking her quietly as he knows she was the one to pull this off.

Luz stands a few feet in front of them, scowling at her father as she crosses her arms over her chest childishly.

“Dad, why didn’t you tell me this was a fancy dinner party?” She huffs. “Mason and Mickey are in suits and you let me come in my soccer uniform!”

“And would you have worn a pretty dress had I informed you of the dress code?”

“Well, no but-”

“That’s what I thought, munchkin.” He reaches out to ruffle her hair and she only manages to frown for a few seconds more before a giggle breaks through.

They all sit down at the table as Sam quickly strides to produce a vintage bottle of wine for their meal, offering Anna a drink first.

“Oh, no, I shouldn’t…” She shakes her head as she waves him off. “You deserve to enjoy yourself tonight so you go ahead and I’ll put the boys to bed.”

“Don’t worry about that. When I found out Thomas was coming into town, I asked Carter if he’d watch over the kids after we’re done with dinner and he offered to stay so you could have the night off. Bedtime is taken care of.”

Anna is taken aback that Sam has always included her in his plans for the evening, but quickly grins in delight as she holds her glass out to him. “Well, then. Fill me up.”

~~~~~~~~

Sam quickly finds out that tipsy Anna is just as much of a joy to be around as her sober self.

Thomas quickly finds out that any form of Anna is the most fun he’s had in years.

The three adults sit long after dinner is over whilst the children sleep soundly at the other end of the penthouse, Carter acting as their faithful guard.

They sit in Sam’s study, Anna between the two men on the large sofa as her feet curl under her legs, uncaring of her appearance as her mind grows slightly dazed with alcohol and relaxation. Both men gaze longingly at her, an arm from each resting behind her head on the plush fabric.

Four bottles of an expensive red Anna’s never heard of lay empty on the coffee table, a fifth half full and spread generously between their large glasses as they laugh loudly at another story about Luz’ fights at her school.

Thomas is the picture of a doting parent as he pretends to scold Luz’s attitude, but the twinkle in his eye is unmistakable as he talks about his daughter.

Anna sheds a tear as Thomas bravely confides in her that he too has been widowed, although choosing only to divulge a few details about the nature of his late wife’s death.

At some point through the night, he realises this is the freest his heart has felt since that fateful day. Luz may be the light of his life, and try as Sam might to cheer him up with countless weekends away and trips to see his family, he’s never felt as happy as he does right now talking to Anna.

He allows himself to be carried away with the notion before he recognises the heated glances coming from her boss. He knows his friend, and he knows the heartbreak he endured when he lost his wife. He swore off love forever, fully believing that lightning never strikes twice. Thomas had always taken him at his word; that was until tonight.

He knows the nature of the situation between Sam and Sofia; he’s known Sofia for nearly as long as he’s known Sam and the two couldn’t be further from a compatible match.

They may share similar career aspirations and bank balances, but that’s the full extent of their resemblance.

Where Sofia is brash and self-centred, Sam is kind and generous.

He’d never enter into an agreement like the one his best friend has found himself involved in, but he’ll always support him.

However, he begins to wonder what situation he’s found himself to be involved in with his children’s nanny as he watches them interact.

It’s obvious to anyone close to Sam that he’s not interested in Sofia, so he begins to wonder if he’s fulfilling certain needs elsewhere. He’s only a man after all, and perhaps until he’s married he still plans to play the field.

Thomas admires that about his friend, his ability to shut off his emotions, a trait he unfortunately hadn’t picked up in his life. But a thought occurs to him as he revels in the warmth of Anna’s smile directed at him: maybe it’s not too late.

If Sam can blow off some steam, why can’t he?

On a particularly witty comment falling from Anna’s lips, Thomas finds his free hand gravitating towards her, finding its place on the curve of her thigh.

Her breath hitches as she feels the heat of his body through the flimsy material her dress is made of. He notices instantly, and makes the quick decision to leave his hand there for a beat longer, testing the waters as he tries to gauge the energy he’s been feeling from Anna all night.

He sees her gaze flicker down to his lips before she bites down on her own and he suppresses a victorious grin.

He’s not sure if it’s the wine coursing through his veins or the desire thrumming in his body at the thrill of a woman’s touch again after so long, but his drunk mind tells him that it’s now or never.

He moves his hand up slowly, stifling a smirk as he watches Sam’s eyes follow the movement and his jaw tick ever so slightly.

“You know, Anna, there’s a lot of things that Sam and I used to do in college that we don’t get the chance to anymore.”

“Oh?”

“Mm.” he hums thoughtfully as his fingers start to trace tantalising circles against her. “We weren’t always boring fathers with corporate jobs, you know.”

“Oh, I know that.” She giggles as her gaze flickers over to Sam, her hand gripping onto his knee affectionately as she winks at him. “Sam’s told me some crazy stories from his youth, and I don’t doubt that he’s leaving some of the best ones out to save my opinion of him.”

He sees Sam attempt to move imperceptibly to fix himself without moving Anna’s hand from him, and Thomas smiles to himself wryly. Doesn’t take much.

He doesn’t miss the way Anna’s hand lingers on Sam, and he’s more sure than ever that this is no normal employer-employee relationship.

“Oh?” He smiles at her as he tightens his hold on her thigh ever so slightly. “And what is it you think he might be keeping from you?”

“Nothing I could say aloud, counsellor.” She winks and he feels desire unfurl deep in his core, and he can finally see why Sam keeps Anna around.

It’s no mystery to see why Anna was hired in the first place. She’s energetic, kind, bubbly, personable; her personality is downright enchanting. She’s brought Luz out of her shell more tonight that he’s seen anyone else achieve in the past few years. She clearly has a way with children and he’s grateful for her presence in the boy’s life.

No, seeing why she was hired in the first place is a no brainer. Since the moment he laid eyes on her, Thomas has been wondering why Sam is stupid enough to keep her around when she’s clearly so damn tempting.

Her looks alone are enough to drive a man wild. Sure, she’s dressed up especially for tonight but he can tell that no outfit could hide the large breasts and pert rear she’s sporting. He can’t quite repress the way his vivid imagination immediately conjures up the idea of her naked and writhing for him, and he feels his slacks become a little tighter.

Body aside, her face is a thing of beauty. Her big brown eyes; so angelic and alluring. The way they glitter with flecks of gold as the warm light catches her face. The soft slope of her nose that leads to her plump lips. Those lips.

He’s entirely confident that her mouth alone could bring a man to his knees.

Although he quickly surmises she seems like the type of woman who would rather be on her knees.

She’s absolutely sinful.

Yes, Thomas finally understands why Sam keeps her around. It’s that he has no choice: any man in her radar is utterly powerless before her.

One look at her and he knows he’d like to see if she’s willing to submit that power to him in another room.

“And has Sam told you any stories involving me?”

She shakes her head with a wry grin. “Considering I’d never heard of you until tonight, funnily enough no.”

Cheeky. I like it.

“Now, that’s a shame.” He sneaks a glance at Sam and he can see his friend’s curiosity peaked with an inquisitive quirk of his brow. “There’s a few stories I think you’d rather enjoy.”

He can see Sam’s eyes widen in momentary surprise before they narrow in recognition, a smirk gracing his lips as his head shakes visibly in amusement.

“I’m not sure if Anna would be interested in those stories, Tommy.”

“Why don’t we let Anna decide for herself, Samuel?”

“Why don’t we let Anna in on this little inside joke you two seem to have?” She chuckles as she interrupts, the men joining in as she looks between them.

Thomas inclines his head slightly towards Sam, letting him take the reins as he tries to broach the topic. Sam leans towards the table, placing his tumbler of scotch on the wooden surface before leaning back and edging closer towards Anna, his far arm never losing its place on her shoulders at the back of the couch.

The arm around her slips down behind her back, curling around her waist as he pulls her into his side tightly. His free hand raises to graze across her cheekbone before tangling in her hair as he angles further towards her, close enough to feel her sharp intake of breath against his lips.

He whispers against her as goosebumps erupt across her skin. “It involves,” he breaks off as he closes the little distance remaining between them and presses his lips against hers. She only manages to hold back for a second before her body betrays her and melts against him, the gasp in her throat opening her mouth and allowing his tongue to slip inside and dance with her own.

Her eyes open as she feels Thomas’ fingers circling against her bare thigh again, and she manages to pull back from Sam as her head begins to swim.

She doesn’t manage to tear her eyes away from him but she’s acutely aware that Thomas is closer to her than he was only moments ago.

“It involves the three of us doing a lot more than that together.”

She feels like her eyes are about to bulge out of her head as her head snaps round to look at Thomas, expecting to find him with the same bewildered expression she’s sure is on her own face.

Instead, all she finds is lust blown pupils dilating as they stare at her, enticing her as she feels a magnetic pull towards him.

“What do you say, angel?” He leans towards her to press a soft kiss to her cheek before gently grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing her gaze to his. “Would you like to have some fun with us?”

She attempts a deep breath as she feels her heart begin to race, beating furiously against her chest as she struggles to believe what she’s hearing.

But one look at Thomas’s face and the unmistakable feeling of Sam’s hand creeping upwards from her waist and she has her answer.

A single nod is all she can muster before Thomas’ lips are on hers. It’s different from Sam’s kiss; where his pressure was firm, Thomas’ lips are soft. And yet, they both make her ache with need for them.

Their tongues meet and she feels his hand travelling further up her thigh as she bunches fistfuls of his shirt between her dainty fingers.

She sighs in pleasure as she feels Sam’s lips latch onto her neck, smattering wet, hot kisses as they travel up to her jaw. As he sucks on her pulse point, she feels Thomas’ hand reach the apex of her thighs and she trembles in anticipation, only for his palm to skim over her before travelling to the opposite leg.

He pulls back with a smirk as he hears her groan in disappointment. “Something you need?”

She palms him through his slacks and it’s her turn to smirk as she watches his body shudder. “Yes, both of you inside of me.”

Sam and Thomas catch each other’s gazes as they look over Anna, eyebrows raised as they grin in delight.

“She’s a natural,” Sam’s breath tickles her as his teeth graze her earlobe, tugging as her eyes flutter closed.

“Ah,” she tuts as she moves to stand, grabbing the half drunk wine bottle and walking around the coffee table. “But that, you see, implies that I haven’t done this before.”

Sam stands after her, walking towards her and easily pulling her petite frame into his hard body. “You just get more and more intriguing everyday, you little minx. What else are you hiding?”

“A lady never tells,” her voice is a sultry whisper as her fingernails skin his arm, the bottle of wine dangling freely from her other. “Care to take this somewhere more private and find out for yourself?”

He bends down to kiss her fiercely before pulling back with a tug on her plump bottom lip. “Wait for us in my bedroom.”

She nods in excitement as she turns and walks to Sam’s bedroom, thankful that the master suite of the penthouse is on the opposite side to all other bedrooms.

Sam turns back to look at Thomas, the same sly smile gracing both of their faces.

“Are you sure about this? We’re not in our twenties anymore.”

Thomas stands up to walk over to him, laughing at the question when the two of them are standing with physical proof in their slacks of how sure they are. “And have you ever wanted to as much as right now?”

Sam shakes his head with a laugh as he sees his point. He offers him his hand, which Thomas promptly takes with a questioning expression.

“This is a one time thing. After all is said and done, she’s still my nanny.”

“Fine,” he concedes sincerely. “You can tell yourself that, but I’ve seen you making eyes at her all night. Frankly, I don’t know how this hasn’t happened already with you two living under the same roof.”

“Because of a certain blonde that has half a million dollars of mine wrapped around her ring finger?” Sam jests and earns a chuckle in response.

Thomas rolls his eyes good-naturedly as he begins to walk backwards to Sam’s bedroom. “We’ll see.”

Both men’s breath catch as they enter the room, as Anna has taken the honour of undressing upon herself.

Her dress and underwear lead a trail towards the bed where she awaits them, propped up by her elbows and legs spread as their eyes fixate on her glistening centre. The two of them swallow heavily, infatuated with the mess dripping down her legs.

Sam’s the first to move from the door frame as he manages to peel his eyes away, landing on her face as he nearly groans in excitement. “Decided to get started by yourself, did you?”

She nods innocently, but the way her hands reach up to cup her own breasts show there’s nothing innocent about her. “You were taking too long," she shrugs. “I thought you were leaving me to show myself a good time.”

“Yeah?” Sam reaches the edge of the bed as he stares down at her. “Why don’t you show us how you like it? Make yourself feel good for me.”

She takes one hand away from her chest, trailing it up and over her collarbone before sliding it into her wet mouth. She releases it with a soft pop before beginning its journey down her stomach, agonisingly slowly as the two men hold their breath in anticipation.

Thomas reaches down to palm himself absentmindedly as his eyes watch her every move. She finally hits between her thighs and her head drops back with a strangled moan as she strokes two fingers through her soaked pussy.

Sam’s breath grows ragged as his gaze is transfixed on the movement of her fingers, brushing through her wetness before finally flicking her clit. As her hips buck up and she gasps, he practically forgets Thomas is in the room.

He’s on his knees on the bed in seconds, mesmerised as he watches Anna circle herself, her body writhing in pleasure as her eyes flutter shut.

They open as she feels Sam’s large hands against her thighs, spreading her further as his usual light eyes are nearly swallowed whole by desire.

“I need to taste you,” he groans and he watches as her pussy clenches. “Can I, princess?”

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

Right answer.

He leans down and licks a long swipe through her folds, his cock throbbing at the first taste of her. He pulls back lightly, enough to utter, “just as sweet as I imagined.”

Something comes over Thomas as he watches Anna’s elbows drop, unable to hold herself up as her hips gyrate against Sam’s dutiful tongue. She lets out a whimper as Sam’s fingers join the mix, gliding in with ease and curling as he brings towards her climax at an alarming rate.

“Does that feel good, angel?”

She forces her eyes open with difficulty to see Thomas approaching her, one knee resting on the bed as he kneels beside her.

She hums her agreement, but not before adding. “But I bet you could make me feel even better.”

Sam grins into her wetness. A healthy dose of competition had always kept the two men at their best in situations like these. He catches Thomas’ eye and nods imperceptibly.

Thomas kneels fully on the bed now, his lips brushing against Anna’s ear as he pushes her hair back to whisper. “You’re obviously not getting it good enough if you can still speak, sweetheart.”

He slides behind her on the bed, resting her back against his chest as his mouth presses hot open-mouthed kisses to her neck, biting down before soothing the spot with his tongue.

He rests her large breasts in his palms, kneading and massaging as he hears her moans rise in volume.

Sam feels her clench around his fingers as he watches Thomas’ thumbs flicking her hard nipples, rolling and tugging on them until they’re rosy.

He can feel she’s close by the rhythmic fluttering against his fingers and the roll of her hips against his face, so he picks up his momentum, and within seconds, she screams his name as she comes on his face.

He presses soft kisses against the inside of her thighs as his fingers slow before he finally withdraws them, a gasp leaving her throat at the sudden empty ache between her legs.

“Come here.”

She rises on shaky limbs and crawls towards Sam, his large body caging her as he kisses her passionately. She can taste herself on his lips and it makes her core throb with need once more.

She feels a set of hands grasping her hips, before Thomas tongue blazes a scorching trail down her spine and she shivers. He rises again and whispers, “my turn.”

Sam releases her and she begins to move backwards on the bed again, but is stopped by a firm hand on her lower back. “Ah, ah, just like that.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as Thomas lays on his back, and then meet her hairline in shock as he slots his face between her thighs. “There, that’s perfect. Now do me a favour and sit on my face, sweetheart.”

She mumbles something under her breath, her words completely incomprehensible other than a soft praise to God.

She lowers herself down slowly, her eyes meeting Thomas’ as her hands take refuge on Sam’s broad shoulders.

She feels his hot breath against her folds and already moans in ecstasy, her knees digging into the mattress as she hovers above him.

His hands grasp her waist as his tongue wets his lips. “I know you can do better than that, Anna. Come on, sit on it.”

She nervously giggles but sees no ounce of humour in his expression. “But won’t I… suffocate you?”

He winks as he whispers huskily, “what a way to go.”

He pushes her down and she lets herself fall, his lips immediately latching onto her tingling clit and her eyes roll back in her head.

“Fuck, Thomas, just like that.”

His tongue laps at her, cupping her tightly and flicking her bundle of nerves as she writhes on his face. Her vision goes unfocused as she surrenders herself to the waves of intense pleasure building deep within her core.

She opens her eyes to see Sam staring at her, utterly awestruck as he watches her ride another man’s face. She feels their familiar inexplicable pull as she pulls him down to her height, their tongues meeting once more as her nails dig into his shoulders.

Thomas pulls back enough to mumble against her lips, his nose bumping her clit as he speaks. “Aren’t you going to give the birthday boy a treat?”

Sam smirks against her lips as she snakes her hand between their bodies, cupping him through his pants as he lets out a deep grunt. He covers her hand with his own, lacing their fingers together as he presses further.

“Is this what you want?”

Her hands reach for his shirt buttons, deft fingers plucking them apart with surprising dexterity as she races to see what’s underneath. The shirt flies off quickly, his strong body unabashedly on full view for her.

She presses her lips against his chest, mouth trailing downwards as her hands reach for his belt, unbuckling it before she unzips his pants and slips her hand inside.

Her breath catches as she feels the weight of him in her hand, and impatiently she pulls his slacks down alongside his boxers in one hand and the other wraps around his length and strokes him.

His cock twitches as he watches her eyes widen in amazement, gasping at the sight of him.

“I didn’t… I had no idea this was the situation we were dealing with.”

Sam reaches out to cup her cheek, pulling her gaze back to his.

“Trust me, it’s the perfect size.”

He clenches his jaw and softly pumps his hips as she softly works her hand up and down the velvety skin. Sam’s eyes darken with an intensity she’s never seen before as her tongue darts out to circle his tip before licking him from base to tip. Her full lips close around the head and she moans as she revels in his taste.

She relaxes her throat as she moves to take all of him inch by inch, her eyes watering even as she keeps them trained directly on his.

He reaches out to thread his fingers through her hair, clutching a fistful of it but still allowing her to set the pace.

“You can take it all, can’t you, pretty girl?”

His abdomen tenses as she bobs her head up and down, Sam watching down in quiet astonishment as she works him into a frenzy.

He begins to thrust gently, his cock hitting the back of her throat and she moans around him, Thomas choosing that exact moment to graze his teeth across her clit.

She pulls back from Sam to whine loudly, her hand continuing to work him over as the cool air blows against his hot skin.

Her other hand falls blindly to Thomas’ hair, tugging gently as her hips gyrate against his face.

She leans back in to take Sam in her mouth again, moaning against him as Thomas’ tongue enters her, twisting and curling as she rides it.

She hollows her cheeks and increases the pressure against his cock, riveted by the guttural groan she gains from her touch.

Her name is a warning on his lips as he feels a familiar tingling at the base of his spine, yet she only goes deeper as she urges him to give her it all.

Her hands embrace his ass as she pushes him to the edge, gripping tightly as her own orgasm rips through her and the vibrations from her moan drive Sam to follow her.

Anna swallows all that he gives her as she comes down from her own high, Thomas softly lapping at her as she trembles against his face.

She feels Sam begin to pull back and she does the same, raising one knee up and pulling it over Thomas’ chest as she lies down beside him, blissfully exhausted.

Thomas runs a hand down his face as he lets out a deep breath. “You’re incredible.”

“Says the guy who just did that,” she wryly shoots back.

He chuckles as she grins at him and he rolls over, pressing a soft kiss to her swollen lips.

He looks over to see Sam sitting down on the soft sofa in the corner of his room, eyes closed as he returns from ecstasy.

“Tapping out, big boy?”

He shakes his head, shooting him a crooked smirk.

“You should be so lucky,” he jokes. “But by all means, go on ahead as this old dog takes a minute to recover.”

He glances at Anna before gesturing towards his fully clothed body. “Well, I am still awfully overdressed, wouldn’t you say?”

Her only reply is a seductive little smile as she hoists her leg over his hip and rolls herself on top of him, fingers already on a mission to work his shirt open.

She peels it off hungrily, revealing his taut chest inch by inch as her lips mark every new bare patch of skin.

His shirt is thrown on the floor, forming a pile of haphazardly thrown clothes that is soon joined by his trousers.

Her head drops to the crook of his neck, Thomas’ breathing growing laboured as her mouth works its way down the length of his chest and stomach, her tongue dipping into his belly button, before she takes the waistband of his boxers between her teeth.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.”

Anna maintains eye contact with him as she pulls them down, his own eyes heavy with desire as his throbbing length springs free.

His underwear falls to the floor as she crawls back up to face him, Thomas hissing in pleasure as her wet centre makes contact with his cock, gliding over him easily as she rolls her hips.

He reaches up to gently grasp her by the nape of her neck, levelling their gazes as her nipples meet the skin of his chest.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Immensely.”

“What do you want, Anna?”

She revels in the shudder that runs through his body as she leans down to whisper in his ear, her tongue teasing the lobe as she goes. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”

He sits them up suddenly, her arms looping around his neck. “Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

Before she can muster up a response, her back hits the mattress, the sheets cool against the heat radiating from her body.

He’s on his knees before her, hands squeezing and caressing her outer thighs as she places them on his shoulders, eyes hooded as she stares up at him.

“What are you going to do with me?”

He presses a kiss to her inner ankle before lowering her legs to the bed. With a hand on either hip, he flips her onto her stomach effortlessly. Crawling behind her, he licks a hot path up the back of her thigh, between her cheeks and up the length of her spine before wrapping her locks around his hand and tugging. Her back arches as he pulls slightly, his other hand stroking himself as he lines up with her, the head of his cock teasing and nudging at her entrance.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

Any thoughts and chances of a reply are annihilated as he pushes inside of her slowly, her walls pulsing around him as she struggles to adjust to his size, stretching and filling her deliciously.

“Christ, Anna. How are you so fucking-”

His words are caught in his throat as she showcases exactly what he’s thinking. She clenches around him, his free hand falling to her waist as he chokes on a loud moan.

When he’s fully inside, he spreads his legs apart, knees on either side of her as she tightens around him even further. He pulls out nearly completely, slowly but surely, before burying himself to the hilt with one hard plunge.

Anna cries out, hands grasping at the sheets as he finds her spot immediately. Thomas moves deeply yet slowly at first, allowing her to get used to him as he fights to delay his impending release.

Every thrust of his hips shakes her entire frame, the cries falling from her lips like music to his ears. As he starts to pick up his pace, every flex of his hips has her clit catching the sheets, only adding to her intense pleasure.

But she needs more.

He watches her as one hand leaves the white knuckled grip of the bed, falling beneath her as her hips raise and she finds relief in the friction of her fingers. His head drops back with a groan as he realises he can finally go full throttle. He leans down against her, their slick skin pressed closely together.

“You want more, sweetheart?” His breath tickles the back of her neck, hairs standing at full height and every nerve tingling as she nods her head desperately. “Ask me for more.”

He speeds up the movement of his hips, making it near impossible for Anna to appease his wishes. The room is filled with her whimpers and moans, the only other audible note the slap of his hips against her ass.

“Tell me what you want, Anna.”

Still no reply, his hand reaches beneath her, removing her own and taking its place. She cries out, her hand grasping the hair at the nape of his neck as she arches against him.

“Tell me,” he growls as sweat drips down his temple.

“I-”

The fingers rubbing circles against her quicken as another thrust fills her and she’s rendered speechless.

“You want to come, angel? Is that it?”

His thrusts slow as he awaits her answer, the stillness in his movements punishment for him as much as it’s meant for her.

“Please, Thomas. Please let me-”

He doesn’t allow her to finish, her begging so prettily is enough for him to resume his actions and fuck her like a mad man. His body moves relentlessly, pushing her down onto his hand as she grinds against him.

His teeth tug at her ear, his breath hot against her neck as he finally lets her go.

“Come for me, Anna.”

His words push her over the edge and her mouth drops open in a silent scream, her surroundings turning to nothing as all she can focus on is the overwhelming pleasure tensing her entire body.

It could be seconds or hours by the time she reenters full consciousness, but she can feel Thomas still inside her, rock hard and throbbing with need.

He cranes his neck, watching as Sam approaches the bed, his cock standing at full attention again.

Anna winces as she feels Thomas easing out of her, missing the weight of him atop her as he climbs off of her. She turns around, confused by his sudden withdrawal.

“But you didn’t-”

“Birthday boys honour,” he gestures to Sam with a slight smirk before his gaze settles on hers again, stroking himself as he kneels before her. “Now, why don’t you open wide for me sweetheart?”

He falls back onto his haunches as he settles in line with Anna’s luscious mouth, all too eager to take him in and do whatever he likes.

She wets her lips as she takes him in her hand, her throat dry from hanging open as Thomas fucked her into oblivion.

They both rise onto their knees as she braces herself on one hand. He groans loudly as her lips wrap around him and she moans against him, tasting herself as she takes him in deeper.

Her jaw falls slack around him as she feels Sam’s hands stroking the length of her body.

“Are you ready for me, princess?”

She nods but decides it’s not enough to accurately convey just how much she wants this. She releases Thomas momentarily, only long enough to answer Sam before her mouth is back working its magic.

“Give it to me, Sam. I want to feel all of you.”

Her eyes shut tightly as he guides himself into her, her drenched core making the task effortless even as she flutters around him. Her mind goes hazy with pleasure as she hears Sam moaning loudly behind her.

She moans against Thomas as she feels Sam begin to move, taking it easy as her oversensitized body trembles.

His hands take hold of her hips, using them as leverage as he begins to move quicker. His voice drips with need as he mumbles in awe.

“Look at you taking both of us so well. Do you like getting fucked by us, Anna?”

All she can do is whine as his thrusts become more urgent, his moans picking up volume as he plunges into her again and again.

She opens her eyes to look up at Thomas, his muscles taut as his hands pull her hair away from her face. She can sense he’s close by way the muscles of his abdomen ripple under her touch and she pulls back to whisper against him.

“Fuck my mouth, Thomas.”

He gives a timid thrust and feels himself hit the back of her throat. Looking down to search Anna’s face for any sign of distress, she grabs him from behind, urging him to move against her.

His icy eyes stare down at her in disbelief, a string of curses filling the room as he picks up speed. A guttural groan leaves his lips as he hurtles towards the edge, her mouth taking all of him over and over again.

Anna moans against him as Sam drives into her with purpose, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts and massage them in his large palms.

It’s only seconds before Thomas feels his release approaching, and he manages to choke out a warning before he comes hard, filling her mouth as the weight of his climax takes the breath out of his lungs.

He rises onto weak legs, treading to the master bathroom as he leaves Sam to reach his own peak.

Sam slows his pace and doesn’t allow Anna the time to question his motives, turning her onto her back without fully pulling out, before slamming into her again and again from the new angle.

He takes both of her hands in his, interlacing their fingers as he presses his forehead against hers.

“I need to see you.”

She moans at that, her orgasm closer than ever as she brings her hips up to meet him.

He releases one hand as the other takes hold of it, falling to the small of her back and lifting her hips fully off the bed.

He grunts as he chases his climax, brows furrowed as he holds back purely to bring Anna there first.

“Whose pussy is this?”

Her voice is laboured as she fights the urge to close her eyes, instead entering a stare with Sam as she whines in pleasure.

“It’s yours. It’s always yours,” she admits in a whimper that only further fuels his desire.

Their lips meet in a frenzy, teeth clashing and tongues dangling as they both move wildly against another, desperate to feel the other come with them.

Sam feels Anna clenching around him as her fingernails dig into his hand, her moans getting louder and louder until her back arches off the bed.

“That’s it, Anna. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Her body thrashes as she comes, Sam’s praise in her ear prolonging her moment of ecstasy. He soon follows after her, pulling her tightly into him with a hoarse groan.

She fights to catch her breath as she feels Sam move off of her, and the last thing she remembers is a lukewarm cloth cleaning her gently before she falls into a satisfied slumber.

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Anna is pulled from her rest suddenly, grimacing in pain as she stretches her arms above her ahead and then smiling to herself as she recalls the cause of her aching body.

She feels a warm weight resting atop her and looks down to see Sam’s arm resting comfortably across her waist. His head is facing her, face peaceful as his breath tickles her skin.

She shakes her head with a silent laugh, giddy with herself for finally bedding Sam after weeks of palpable tension. She sits up quietly, noticing Thomas’ absence and looking around the room for any trace of his belongings.

When she finds none, she surmises he probably went back to his guest room after they were done, and her brows knit together in thought as she wonders what time it is.

She eases out of the bed discreetly, attempting to not wake Sam as she retreats to her own room. The last thing she wants is the twins bursting into her empty room in the morning, or worse: bursting into their father’s room where he lies naked with the nanny.

She throws on her dress and walks to her bedroom slowly, wincing slightly at the pain between her legs as she moves. She startles as she hears a noise coming from the kitchen, unaware of the time but sure enough it’s the middle of the night.

As she walks into the kitchen, she’s met with the sight of Thomas’ broad and unclothed back as he searches in the fridge. She stares at him for a moment, her light footsteps letting her walk in unnoticed. His hair is disheveled and pyjama pants hang low on his hips, so she allows herself another heated glimpse before announcing her presence.

“Work up an appetite?”

He turns at the sound of her voice, deeper as she still comes out of her dream-like state. She can see his face flush from this distance anyway, no doubt remembering their activities only a few hours prior as his gaze struggles to stay on her face.

She can’t resist the thought of how utterly adorable he looks, shy to even come face to face with her after he’d prompted her to sit on that face only a few hours ago.

“Got hungry when I woke up for the little boy’s room,” he chuckles. “You’ll get that too when you’re a pensioner like us.”

He earns a crooked eyebrow at that, Anna resisting the urge to remark you certainly don’t act like a pensioner.

She smiles before she speaks. “Just don’t be eating the boys waffles, I promised them that they could have them for breakfast with Luz in the morning.”

“Understood.” He forces a serious expression onto his face. “I’ve learned to never come in between Luz and her food if I want to keep both arms, a trait she picked up from her mother.”

She watches as he smiles sadly, almost privately to himself as his eyes grow distant. She stands there silently, unwilling to break Thomas out of his thoughts and allowing him however much time he needs.

“Sorry,” he shakes himself out of it. “I don’t mean to depress you.”

“Don’t be silly, Thomas.” She reaches out to place her hand on his arm, caressing as she encourages him. “It must be so difficult, and you don’t seem to speak much about her.”

“Not so much anymore,” he agrees. “Sometimes it’s easier not to. I need to learn to let go of my rage at what happened and I can’t do that if I constantly think about the past. It won’t bring her back; all it will do is make me a bad father and I can’t risk that. I’m all Luz has now and she needs me to be the best I can be as I play both roles. Her needs come before everything else.”

“I know what you mean. That’s exactly how Sam feels.” She swallows over the lump in her throat as she shakes her head. “It’s terrible that both of you had to go through this.”

His expression is almost pained as he agrees. “It is awfully tragic that two close friends have had to go through this at our age. The only takeaway is being able to support each other through similar struggles.”

“It must have brought you two closer.”

“It did.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re amazing, Thomas. I can tell how much Luz adores you.” Their eyes meet at that, his eyes sparkling as he takes in her words.

“Thank you, Anna. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

His hand covers hers placed on his arm and he intertwines their fingers, resting them on his bare chest.

“Plus, if you ever do need a break, I know a nanny that loves your kid and would be more than happy to take her off your hands for a weekend.”

“You’d really do that for us?”

“Of course I would… as long as a certain lawyer comes to see me when he picks her up.”

He chuckles heartily, shaking his head in fondness.

“You’re something else, Anna, you know that?”

Her eyes crinkle as she grins at him, “I try.”

He reaches out tenderly to brush a stray lock of hair behind her eyes, leaving his hand resting on her cheek.

“You don’t know how much I wish…”

He breaks off as he forces himself to stop what he’s saying.

“What is it, Thomas?”

You don’t know how much I wish I’d met you first.

The warmth of his hand on her skin radiates through her body like fire. Time seems to stop, both of them holding their breath, as their gazes lock.

She turns her head slowly, placing a hot kiss to his palm and he needs to stop himself from moaning aloud.

It’s still tonight.

Thomas’ breath catches for the briefest moment of hesitation before whatever doubts he had leave his eyes, and he surges forward to press his lips to hers.

His teeth scrape against her bottom lip, one hand buried in her hair, the other gripping her waist. Her lips part for his tongue.

She lets out a moan as Thomas slowly backs her against the countertop, urging her closer. His hands come under her thighs and he hoists her up. She wraps her legs around his waist, and her arms encircle his neck as she slides back on the smooth surface.

His breath is rough on her neck as he trails kisses up and across her jaw. “Is this alright?”

“This is perfect.”

She trails one hand down Thomas’ back, feeling the warmth of his skin, before encouraging him closer with her heels digging into his ass.

He leaves a whisper of a kiss in the hollow just below her earlobe and whispers in her ear.

“I could barely sleep for thinking about you tonight.” He pants as he rolls his hips against her, his length straining against his pants as he presses into her.

“What-”

She arches her head back as he kisses down her neck, heat blossoming on every patch of skin his lips meet, and she reaches up to tangle one hand in his hair.

“What about me?”

He pulls down the straps of her dress, edging them over her shoulders as his mouth rains fire against every inch of her bare skin. He pulls it down further, his eyes growing heavy as he cups her full breasts and circles her nipples with his thumbs. Her head drops back with a gasp as his lips leave a hot trail of wet kisses over the rise of her breasts. Her hands fall to his thick hair as he latches onto her hardening pink buds, biting softly before soothing them with his tongue as she lets out a whimper.

“About those pretty noises you make for me.”

She gently tugs his face upward to bring their lips together again, hungry, searching.

He gasps from the fervour of her kisses, crushing her against him with shaking hands, his breaths quick and hot against her skin.

His hands push up the hem of her dress, bunching it around her waist and he chokes on a groan as he realises she failed to put her panties back on.

He strokes two fingers up the inside of her thigh and through her centre, pleased to find her wet and ready for him again.

“And if you really taste as sweet as I remember.”

He withdraws his hand, lifting it to his lips as he maintains eye contact with her and sucks on his glistening digits.

“W-well?”

He smirks as he pulls her by her knees to the edge of the surface, her bare chest now tight against his. “Even better than I remembered.”

She crushes her lips to his in a bruising kiss, her need for him frantic as she works her arms out of her dress completely and throws them around his shoulders.

“I need you.”

He pushes his pants down urgently, sitting below his hips as his cock springs free. He bends down slightly, foreheads coming together as he sinks inside of her slowly.

She lets out a sigh as she lifts her hips to take him in, her fingernails digging crescents into his skin as she works through the tenderness from their escapades only hours before.

“Relax, sweetheart. You can take it, I know you can.”

He reaches up to cradle her head in one hand, the other on the small of her back as he holds her in place and begins to move.

The energy in the air feels different as he keeps his pace unhurried and languid, a more intimate connection brewing between them as his hips meet hers time and time again.

Soon enough, her desperation gets the best of her and she urges him to go faster, her body rattling as he pounds into her.

One particular deep thrust has her on the cusp of a scream, and Thomas reaches up to cover her mouth as he huffs out a laugh.

“As much as I enjoy you screaming my name, you need to be quiet for this one.”

His eyes roll back as she bites into his palm, eyes locked on him as she stifles the lusty moan bubbling in her throat.

Her breath comes in shaky gasps as she feels her orgasm near, and he moves more intently as he recognises it too. “Are you going to come for me, Anna? You’ve been such a good girl. You deserve it.”

His words push her over the edge and her body tenses as she comes, the rhythmic clenching of her pulling Thomas over with her. He clings to her tightly as he lets out a deep grunt, burying his face in her shoulder to stop himself from crying out.

His heart races as he pulls out of her slowly, his length softening as he keeps one arm around her, the other pulling his pants up.

He takes one look at her and can see the blissful exhaustion seeping through her bones, so he bends to extend an arm beneath her knees and takes her in his arms, deciding on the way whose room he’s going to carry her to.

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“Anna! Are you ready? The bridal boutique is holding this appointment for us!”

Sofia’s shrill voice brings Anna back to present day as her head snaps in the direction of her closed bedroom door.

“Just a minute!”

She scrambles onto her feet and rushes over to the vanity in her bedroom at the Italian villa, looking in the mirror and attempting to wipe the streaks from under her eyes even as new tears cling to her lashes.

Her hand aches and her eyebrows knit together before she looks down to see the item still in a vice-like grip between her fingers. She slowly releases it, placing it on the tabletop as she breathes like she’s run a marathon.

Two pink lines agonise her before she meets her reflection in the mirror, a broken woman on the cusp of devastation staring back at her unrecognisable face.

Fuck.

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Author’s Note II: I had a full other ending written out and changed this at the last minute lol. So… who do you think the daddy is? 💀

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