#wishing my favorite crash outs a good day today.

[xxsinisterxx]

[discotitsposts]

but daddy, i hate you

when spencer recieves a birthday card from his estranged father you help him deal with his feelings

gets a little steamy at the end so 18+ recommended

this is how i deal w my own feelings lol

a little background: set in season 13-14. right before spencer’s birthday. you’re spencer’s wife, you’ve been together around 7 years. You work at the bookstore that you and spencer own. (he helps you run it and is co owner, you run it together) also, Spencer and you live in the apartment above the store.

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning and you’ve been going through boxes of new books for your store before you open for the day. It’s Spencer’s day off and he’s at the counter adding up the figures and making sure everything is in order for your busiest day of the week.

You hear a knock at the front door. “I’ll get it!” You yell to Spencer. You unlock the door and the mailman hands you your mail. “Thanks Jim, how’s Martha?” You ask him.

“She’s great, she’s dropping by later with cookies!”

“Cool! See you tomorrow!” You wave bye and start going through the mail.

“Hey, hon, there’s something for you from…” You stop when you read the name. William Reid. Spencer hadn’t seen nor heard from his father in almost 10 years. He was still very much angry about anything to do with his father. As were you. You couldn’t believe he hadn’t reached out at all.

“From who?” He asks, not looking up from the financial log. He puts his pencil down and reaches his hand out for you to hand him the envelope. You hesitate but hand it to him anyway.

You watch his face drop when he reads the name and address. Oh, how you wished to take the envelope out of his hands and hold him and tell him to forget that silly piece of paper forever. He peels the envelope open, careful not to touch the seal. He feels the dread fill his heart when he sees the contents. A card that says ‘Happy Birthday’ on the front, and ‘to a very special boy’ on the inside.

“What does he think I am? A fucking child?” He shouts, making you jump. “Sorry.” He apologizes and sighs.

“It’s alright, I’ll leave you alone with that.” You start to back away.

“No, don’t. Stay, please.” He begs with his beautiful eyes.

You nod and move closer. He begins reading the handwritten message on the inside of the card.

“Dear Spencer, Hope you’re not too upset with me, I am proud of you. We haven’t talked in a while, you haven’t called. You have the number. Don’t hesitate to reach out. How is Diana? Miss you. Happiest of Birthdays. Love, your father.” He reads it off, mocking every word.

“What the fuck! He hasn’t sent a card in 9 fucking years! Why now?” He raises his voice.

“I don’t..”

He cuts you off, “I’ll tell you why, because he’s either finally feeling bad about everything or he wants something. Well I won’t call him. I fucking hate him.”

“It’s a dick move to blame you for not reaching out, but honestly? Maybe you should, find out what he wants. If he honestly just wants to talk, it might be the closure you need. If he just wants something from you, you can tell him to fuck off. Obviously you don’t have to but maybe you should consider it. I know he was an asshole to you the last time, but you know I regretted not telling my father everything I wanted to say.” You’re watching your words, his father was a touchy subject.

He thinks for a minute and then sits back down and covers his face with his hands. “Maybe you’re right. You alright to open by yourself today? I think I’ll give him a call.”

“Yeah, go ahead. Good luck.”

He walks over to you and gives you a kiss and runs upstairs. He looked like a little kid who had just been given their favorite candy.

Later, when you’re closing the store for lunch break, you hear a loud crash from upstairs. You run upstairs, afraid Spencer had fallen and hurt himself. Worse. He was on the floor crying his eyes out. He had knocked the bookshelf over and he was surrounded by collapsed books.

You carefully step over the books to get to him.

“What happened?” You ask softly, so as to not startle him. He keeps crying into his hands but removes one to take your hand into his.

“I called, told him I received the card and I was willing to talk with him. I- I tried to…” His voice starts to trail off because he’s crying so hard he can’t speak. You rub his back reassuringly. “It’s ok, take your time.”

“I wanted to tell him, I’m married, and my life is going great. I didn’t even get to say anything. He stopped me and asked what card I was talking about. Turns out his new wife felt he should speak with his son, wrote the card and sent it to me. I should have known it wasn’t his handwriting.” He’s so tired from crying he just lays his head in your lap and stares.

“I’m so sorry love.” You say while running your fingers through his hair. Anger coursing through your veins.

“He hung up on me too.” His voice breaks as he says this. It has you fuming mad even more so. How could he do that? You could practically hear Spencer’s heart snapping in two.

He’s crushing your legs, so you convince him to stand up and have him go lay in bed with you. You cover him with the blankets and just hold him until he falls asleep.

You wake up a few hours later and he’s still asleep. You slyly grab his phone and write down William’s number. You take the paper, and your jacket downstairs.

You go to the store phone and as you’re dialing the number your stomach turns. Was this a good idea? After all I’m doing this for Spencer. You think as the line rings.

“Hello? Who is this?” A woman’s voice answers.

“Hello, is William Reid there?” Your voice quivers. You hear shuffling and the woman calls “Will! Phone!” in the background.

More shuffling. Then a man’s voice. “Who is this?” He says sternly.

“Hello, you don’t know me but I-“

“Then why are you calling me?”

“I’m your son’s wife, and I think we need to have a talk.”

“Spencer’s married?” He asks almost longingly. He sounded interested. Good.

“What kind of father are you? You don’t let him know you even want to be in his life and now all of a sudden you do? When he does finally reach out you hang up on him?”

“Ok that was because I went to go talk to my wife about why she sent my son a card from me.”

This goes on for a while, you yelling at Mr. Reid for his rude behavior.

The next morning you wake up to Spencer speaking to someone on the phone. Still groggy, you’re confused and mouth, ‘who is it?’

He holds up a finger to say hold on. He’s smiling. Maybe Prentiss is letting him take the next few days off!

“Alright bye! Love you!” He says into the phone, almost giddy. He hangs up and you tilt your head confused. He has the biggest grin on his adorable face.

“It was my dad. He was calling when I woke up. I can’t believe he reached out and he apologized! Can you believe it? He’s never really apologized to me before! We had a long talk, it was nice. Really nice.” He sits on the bed smiling.

“Is that so? Talk about a change of heart.” You smile to yourself knowing what you had done.

“You know what else he said?”

“What else did he say?”

“He said the little talking-to you gave him worked.” Spencer chuckles knowingly.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you.”

“No, I’m not upset. I actually am glad you did it. He wants to come and visit us. He wants to meet you too.” He pulls you into a big hug. “I love you. Thank you.” He kisses your neck.

“You’re welcome. I love you too.” You pull back and hold his face in your hand.

“Since you did me a favor, I think I owe you one. Lay back.” He gently spreads your legs apart and repays the favor to you. All day long.

the end 💞

it hurt me so bad to write spencer crying

to anyone who read this hope you enjoy! please don’t hesitate to leave feedback if you like this!

[katsu28]

to be alone together

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: steve has to work on valentine’s day, but maybe it’s not as bad as he thought it would be

warnings: none, 1.8k

a/n: u know i had to do a lil something for my steve girlies too <3 went for a more steve centric pov bc he is the definition of pining simp 

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(gif credits to @harringtondaily)

��Kinda sucks that you gotta work tonight.” Robin’s voice through the phone pressed to Steve’s ear was staticky, but still provided a good distraction from the empty video store around him.

It was Valentine’s Day and Steve had been at Family Video since opening, watching couple after couple come in to pretty much clear the romcom shelves, and yeah, he was a little bummed about it, but there was no point moping around about it any longer than he already had been. 

“It’s whatever, honestly. Not like I had any plans to begin with.” He sighed, shifting the receiver so it was wedged between his cheek and shoulder as his fingers drifted down to fiddle with the pen on the counter absentmindedly. 

“Steve, that’s sad.” Robin replied. Steve wrinkled his nose, a slightly offended noise escaping the back of his throat. “No! I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant that you should be out and about, having a good time.” 

“You know what’s actually sad? You talking to me instead of paying attention to your date.” He shot back, only half serious. “Where’s Nance?” 

“Oh she’s right here. Say hi, Nance.” 

Steve heard a faint ‘hi Steve’ in the background and he returned the greeting. “What are you guys doing tonight?” 

“She made this really fancy pasta thing for dinner, we’re just waiting on the chicken to finish in the oven and I thought I’d see what was going on with you.” Robin sounded casual, but he knew this was her way of checking up on him since he was the only one on shift all day and she knew how he felt about today. 

“Rob, I don’t know how many times I gotta tell you, but I’m fine. It’s really not a big deal.” 

“Why don’t you just close up early, come join us for dinner? We have more than enough food.” 

“You’re seriously inviting me to crash your romantic dinner date with your girlfriend?” He snorted, rolling his eyes playfully. “What does Nancy think of that?” 

There was some shuffling on the other end, a bout of silence, then Robin was back on the line. “She’s giving me a weird look, nevermind. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t my best idea.” 

“I love you both, but you know I can’t.” 

The bell above the door jingled softly, drawing Steve’s attention away from his phone call and to whoever just walked in. 

Shit. It was you. 

You were dressed like you were supposed to be on your date, not here, hair and makeup done up all pretty, floaty dress in his favorite color swishing around your knees as you made your way into the store. It made him wonder if you chose that color on purpose, but he knew that you didn’t. You couldn’t have known you’d be seeing him tonight. Wishful thinking on his end though. 

“Rob, I gotta go,” He blurted, straightening up behind the counter. 

“Wait, what—” 

“I gotta go, she’s—someone’s here, I gotta help her.” 

“She? Oh my god, wait! Is it—” 

“Have a nice date, tell Nance I said bye!” With that, Steve hung up, slamming the receiver onto the base with enough force to send it skittering a few inches. “Hey, Y/N.” 

“Steve!” Your previously downturned lips lifted into a smile, one that had Steve’s heart thudding a little faster in his chest. It always did. “I didn’t know you were working tonight.” 

See, you were also part of the reason he decided to take the extra shift today, but through no fault of your own. You’d mentioned earlier in the week while you were hanging out with him and Robin that someone had asked you out for tonight, and Steve didn’t really know how to feel about it. 

You were friends, but had Steve been harboring a crush on you since pretty much the first day you met? Yes. 

Did he feel an itching sense of jealousy that you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him? Also yes. 

Would he do anything about it? Probably not. 

Okay, so maybe he knew exactly how he felt about it. Hell, he’d picked up an extra shift to distract himself from it. 

“Yeah, I got called in last minute." A lie. "Aren’t you supposed to be on a date right now?” A casual, not at all hoping that it crashed and burned question. That would be mean. (But also a little gratifying for him.)

You chuckled, a tad bitter as you leaned forward, propping your elbows on the counter, the action sending a whiff of your perfume his way. Steve’s knees almost gave out. “Supposed to, yeah. But the guy never showed up.” 

Steve had to fight a noise of surprise. What kind of dumbass would skip out on a date with you? “Really? That’s—that sucks, I’m sorry.” 

“S’okay. Wasn’t really looking forward to it anyways.” 

“Oh?” 

“I didn’t really know him that well, honestly. He was a friend of a friend, asked me out in front of a bunch of people, and I didn’t really wanna turn him down and make it awkward.” 

“You’re way too nice, Y/N. And he’s an idiot for standing you up.” 

“Thanks, Steve.” You smiled warmly at him, patting his hand. Steve had to pretend his pulse wasn’t racing right now. “What about you? Why’re you here and not out with anyone?” 

“I, uh—I didn’t really feel like going out tonight. Don’t think I’d be a very good date anyways.”

“Oh, you’re just being modest. What girl wouldn’t wanna spend Valentine’s Day with Steve Harrington?” 

The one girl he wanted to spend this day with, he thought. You. 

“You’d be surprised.” He muttered. 

“Well then they’re idiots too.” 

A small smile quirked his lips. “Thanks.” 

“Hey, I just came to pick up some movies and spend the rest of my night shoveling down ice cream, but since we’re both here now and alone, d’you wanna…be alone together? Grab a bite to eat or do something?” 

Steve’s shoulders slumped defeatedly. “I’d love to, but I—I can’t. I gotta stay here til the end of my shift, Keith’s been on my ass about taking off early and as much as I hate the guy, I don’t wanna get fired.” 

“Oh, okay. Don’t worry about it, I’m, uh—it’s cool.” Was he hallucinating, or did you look disappointed? 

“Would you maybe wanna, I dunno, stay here? We can watch whatever you want and I know where Robin keeps her work snack stash. That way we can be alone together and I don’t get chewed out again?” Steve blurted hopefully. He was honestly expecting you to say no. Why would you wanna spend the rest of your already shitty night with him in a dingy video store? But then your face split into the biggest smile and you nodded, rocking forward on the balls of your feet earnestly. “Go pick something out, I’ll grab the snacks.” 

You scurried off to browse the near bare shelves, leaving Steve shaking his head amusedly in your wake as he watched you skim the tapes with a look of utmost concentration. He slipped into the back room to grab Robin’s last unopened bag of chips, making a mental note to buy more before tomorrow’s shift before returning to the video area.

He skimmed the store, spotting you in the romcom section, and when he made his way over, you were contemplating the last two tapes on the shelf. 

You beamed at him upon spotting him. “Pretty in Pink or Sixteen Candles?” 

“Am I allowed to say neither?” 

“You said whatever I want, Steve.” You said pointedly, propping your hands on your hips. 

“I did, didn’t I?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. You let out a hum of pleasure, sliding your chosen movie off the shelf and wandering towards the TV in the corner. Steve hurried after you quickly, plucking the tape from between your fingertips and running away, not unlike a child would. 

“Steve!” You huffed, whirling on your heel. He grinned mischievously at you, waving it in the air like a taunt. You caught up with him within seconds, lunging for the tape that he held up above his head and away from your outstretched hand. Your body was pressed against his as you reached for it, as you leaned against him in a fruitless attempt to overpower him. “Steve, gimme the tape!” 

“No!” He laughed, but that laughter very soon trickled off as soon as he realized your proximity. You were so close, he could see the color of your eyes clear as day, looking right back at him. You’d fallen quiet too, as if you’d come to the same realization. 

You were nose to nose, faces a hair’s breadth away from each other, the stolen tape in Steve’s hands long forgotten. Every fiber in his body was telling him to pull away, because the longer he stayed here the weirder it would be when he finally did manage to retreat, but no matter how hard he willed himself to move, he couldn’t. Instead, his eyes flicked down to your lips. Your breath hitched almost imperceptibly. 

“Steve?” You whispered, gaze darting around his own face. 

“Yeah?” 

“Kiss me.” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

Steve dropped the tape immediately, closing the gap between you and pressing his lips against yours. His hands came up to cup your face, holding you firm but kissing you soft, like he was preparing himself to pull away if you did. But from the way you were returning his kiss, how your hands clutched at the front of his vest to keep him this close, it didn’t feel like you’d be pulling away anytime soon, and that spurred him on even more. 

One hand slid down to settle at your waist, the other curling around the back of your neck as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss just a little bit. 

Steve’s lips felt tingly when he pulled away, tasted of your cherry lip gloss when his tongue darted out to lick them. He was sure to have a little bit on his mouth now, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Not by a long shot. Cherry might’ve just become his new favorite flavor. 

“I really like you.” He breathed, chest heaving against yours. Your lips curved into a soft smile—the same smile that nearly sent Steve’s brain short circuiting every time it was aimed his way. 

“After that kiss, I’d sure hope so,” You replied, smoothing out his wrinkled shirt as best you could. “I like you too, just so you know. Part of the reason I was so okay with my date ditching me. He wasn’t you.” 

Steve could only beam at you, going in for another kiss. In his excitement, he missed his mark, hitting the corner of your mouth instead, but he didn’t care. The girl he wanted all along actually liked him back, and it only took one failed date and an extra shift to find out. 

Maybe working on Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all. 

[sphireath-wisp]

#My Favorite Lipstick

Sypnosis: How do they kiss?

Warnings: I have never experienced those deep heated kisses (only quick ones), not proofread, different from my usual formatting, not individual sections, F! reader is implied maybe, suggestive at some parts?

Featuring: A Variety of characters x GN! reader

QUICK, SWEET, SIMPLE The type of kisses that he steals from you when he wants your attention on him only. He has so much to do today, so would you let him have your eyes on him and him only - even for this short, fleeting moment?

He stops in front of the door, his feet coming to a halt when he lightly grazes his own lips, realizing he had forgotten the thing that keeps him energized throughout the day.

You spot him, completely still accompanied by a stare that tells you he's deep in thought. Just as quickly as you saw him, his head turns to you. That rational part of his mind jerks his hand up to the doorknob, well aware of the time crunch he's in, yet he hesitates to leave.

"Bye-bye honey! Have a good day at practice," You wave with the sweetest grin known to mankind - the smile that was crafted to be too perfect, the smile that greets him home and showers him with butterflies.

His defenses are toppled down, and the grip on the door handle softens as his fingers hover around your cheek. Pushing away those irritatingly silky strands of hair that become an obstacle for him, he leans in for a short kiss that leaves the both of you wanting more.

While he still wanted to give you another - you could tell from his gaze, stuck onto your pretty lips like glue - he had to endure the hellish task of holding himself back.

It'll be fine though, he'll be able to satisfy himself once he gets home and returns to your side.

RIN ITOSHI, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Seishiro Nagi?

FUN, PURE, INNOCENT The type of kisses that is embedded into your daily routine. The ones that don't seem that special brighten up his day nevertheless. The ones that cause giggles and laughter to escape out of the both of you.

He tackles you onto the bed, arms tightening around your waist as he presses kisses onto your belly. No matter how much you yelp and cry that it tickles, he doesn't stop, your laughter becoming the soothing music to ease anything bothering him.

Lips explore your upper body, pressing his soft and heart-filled kisses onto you until he reaches your face. Puppy dog eyes stare back at yours whilst his cheek nonchalantly rests on your chest. Like a cat, he claws his way up, tugging on your shirt once while he continues to cover every inch of your face with his endearments.

Making those dramatic "mwah" sounds whenever he leaves his mark on your skin, he holds the 'mmmm' sound with cold lips against your cheek for what feels like an eternity - and you would exaggeratively wish euphoric moments like this could last an eternity. Covering your face to shield yourself from his 'attacks', you giggle as you notice the apparent pout forming on his face.

His forehead flattens against yours and your pinch his cheeks gently, molding his face into a silly, lighthearted expression that engraves itself into your memory. "I love you," or so he would declare to you, his pupils dilating the moment he heard you repeat the exact words back to him, adoration laced into that siren-like hum of yours.

MEGURU BACHIRA, Reo Mikage, Yoichi Isagi, Hyoma Chigiri, Seishiro Nagi

DEEP, HEATED, FORCEFUL The type of kisses that he expects as a reward for all of his hard work. After a long day, he loves those cute kisses that you pepper onto his face - but he's demanding and knows damn well that he loves that rush in his body when you're aggressive with him.

He pins you to the wall, the loud crash of your body against it passing as if it didn't physically cause you to wince. Well, it's not as if you had any time to focus on the pain when you're stuck in a deep kiss, the satisfaction from receiving such a treat from him washing away any pain inflicted.

How could he not hold back? It had been months since he had seen your precious face and he just had to let loose. You invited him to a secluded corner away from anyone else and that ridiculously smug smirk told him everything he needed to know.

Your hands travel to his hair, pulling at his scalp to give you the limited time needed to breathe before getting to round 2. He doesn't restrain himself either, hands tucking themselves comfortably under your shirt and caressing your back.

Once the both of you stop, you catch your breath, heart still racing in your chest. "We're going to get caught, idiot. Hold back a little." You rub that dark spot on your neck, flustered face scowling at him as if he was scum.

An Iron grip holds your hand, lightly kissing another spot on your shoulder. "You're asking too much out of me, princess." He was still hungry for more, unluckily for you.

Technically, you initiated this, so you better be ready to bear the consequences.

RYUSEI SHIDOU, Micheal Kaiser, Aiku Oliver, Reo Mikage, Shoei Barou, Sae Itoshi(let me dream)

[sky-high-standards]

Short Yandere story Yandere x GN reader

The boy I met at the station

warnings: Yandere, obsessive behavior, implied murder, near death experience you know the drill

Y/n Pov

I met a boy at the station today, he wasn't flashy or anything, but I've seen him around I mean I've never really paid any mind to him before but today felt different and it was.

Falling into the train tracks, how cliché didn't think that's how I'd officially get introduced to him his name was Raine Anselm it really suited him, I didn't think I'd be one to say that about someone but there's something about clumsily crashing onto train tracks after getting spooked by an abnormally large bug and being rescued by a cute guy that really opens your eyes.

After I thanked him for saving me from an embarrassing death, he asked me to dinner "y'know to make sure I'm alright" at least that was his excuse, he was cute and bashful about it, so I couldn't help but laugh a bit and say yes, It's the least I can do really and I'm really looking forward to it.

Our date was good he showed up flustered with a bouquet of (favorite flowers) my favorites, I wonder how he knew...but then again, it's not that rare of a Favorite flower. We went to dinner and then took a trip to the arcade he's ridiculously good at the sharpshooter game and really strong too. I like him he's interested in my hobbies, he's tentative and so sweet I just wish I met him sooner would've saved me a toon of crappy first dates, they first seem interested we go on a few dates then BAM wiped off the face of the earth some say its mysteriously eerie I say its pro ghosting.

Raine won me over one our first date which led to a second then a third and then us moving in together I didn't think we'd go this fast, but I love my goofy little house husband and so do my family and friends except a few but they never cared about me they just vanished and ghost me when I find a wonderful guy it really hurt but Raine was there for me...he's the only one that is.

Soon enough he got on one knee and of course I said yes Raine Anselm the love of my life and now lifelong partner I love him, and he was the only one to console me when my family pulled away, I'm so glad I met him at the station that day

♥

How I met my soulmate at the station

Raine Pov

I saw them at the station today, the highlight of my day seeing my precious y/n, Oh Y/n I've been on the sidelines for too long, why won't you look my way for more than a second I'm growing impatient darling but today will be different, and it was.

Falling onto the train tracks really y/n? It'd be dumb if it weren't so adorable, but I was there to save you and then you looked at me you actually looked at me and it was incredible if only I knew this was all it took to finally be this close to you. I couldn't let this opportunity go to waste, so I asked you out and you actually said yes, I'm the luckiest man alive oh don't you see y/n were soulmates this is fate, and you'll realize that very soon.

Our first date was ethereal I gave you your favorite flowers an expensive bouquet of (favorite flowers) they were almost as radiant as you I knew following you to that flower festival would be worth it.

Our date ended on a good note I took you to the arcade you love and showed off my skill now you can see I can protect you from any threats whether it be street scumbags or the useless filth that thought they were worthy of going out with you. You really must raise your standards darling your choice of partners are something new entirely, but it did make me seem more perfect for you, so it all ended up for the best.

You have no idea how full I feel when you're around every date was wonderful and seeing you smile at me and calling my name made me remember how I'd do absolutely anything for you, I'd die a happy man if I saw your smile before I took my final breath.

I did it I finally got you too move in!! It took more than a few subtle hints but you're here you're here with me, safe from harm and all mine exactly how it should be, I mean it wasn't easy hiding the shrines and photos of you before you moved in and sneaking all your borrowed belongings back to your apartment. It would look good if you found your dirty underwear that you thought you lost a while ago under my pillow, and it definitely was a walk in the park getting rid of those nuisances who filled you pretty little head with poison against me, but you and I won't have to worry about those vermin ever again.

I made sure every day would be perfect for you Y/n through freshly made breakfast in the morning to a hot dinner when you came home from work to gifts and stress relief when you needed it. I'm the perfect partner and you know it which is why I proposed only a few weeks after you moving in and I knew God was in my favor when you happily said yes.

Everything's perfect or at least it was till your family got too suspicious, so I had to put some distance between you and them, but you won't need them you have me your soulmate the only thing you need in this entire world Y/n.

You can't escape fate y/n or me

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Yeah, this is softer than my usual stories but I have been a deadbeat author but I am still alive

I love you single-pringles and so does God

[ofthemorningstars]

Gifts of the Sabbath (Part 1)

TerzOmega ~ Smut below the cut

2k words

Part 2

Ao3 Version

Terzo Leashes Omega

Omega gives Terzo roses. Terzo gives Omega... something else.

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Today was going to be special. Omega could feel it. 

It was a Sunday, which was usually the worst day of the week for them. Now that Terzo was Papa, Terzo was responsible for leading mass and had a laundry list of duties hanging over his head. Sundays were the dark lord’s most unholy of days, after all. There was always something else that needed to be done. Terzo was often kept away into the late hours of the night, sometimes even until early morning. If they got to see each other at all on Sunday, it was usually just to crash in the same bed.

Omega, on the other hand, had Sundays off. All of the ghouls did. In a PR move by the ministry, it was decided that even the lowliest of Satan’s servants were allowed their day of rest. Omega wasn’t complaining about getting a break, but he did wish that he could spend it with Terzo. Their time apart was made lonelier by not having work as a distraction.

Today was different. Terzo was sick. Evidently, sick enough that the Imperator had allowed him to stay in his chambers to recover. This was a rare mercy indeed. Primo would be taking over that morning’s sermon, much to his delight, Omega was sure. 

While Omega wasn’t happy to see Terzo suffer, he was grateful for the opportunity to spend the entire day together. That was quite rare for the off-season, when they weren’t on tour. Plus, caring for Terzo while he was ill offered a taste of the domestic life they so badly craved. Omega was always eager to take advantage of any opportunity to dote on his husband.

Omega sent one last text to Terzo, alerting him that he was almost there. While the majority of the church would be at mass right now, he wanted to minimize the risk of being caught. Usually he would sneak out to be with Terzo after lights-out; venturing to the papal suite during the day was bold. He was feeling bold today, though. He would be arriving with flowers in hand. Roses, to be specific. Roses swiped from Primo’s prized rose garden.

Omega could only get through two knocks before the door swung open and he was quickly pulled inside. Before he knew what was happening, Terzo was upon him, hugging him tightly. His hair was slightly damp, his cheeks pink. Oh no, Omega thought. He really was sick. He must be feverish. Indeed, he did feel warm against him, but… What was that smell? Vanilla and sandalwood? Had he just gotten out of the bath? 

“I see you’ve been raiding my brother’s garden. Are those for me?” Terzo asked cheekily, pointing to the roses. Omega nodded, pleased with himself but confused about Terzo’s perky demeanor. “Ah, grazie, amore mio! You are too good to me. I will go get a vase for them.” Terzo leaned up to kiss Omega’s cheek before turning and leaving the room, presumably headed to the kitchenette. But were those… black stockings that he was wearing beneath his dressing gown?

When Terzo returned to put the roses on the sitting room table, Omega got a better look. He was indeed wearing stockings. His suspicions grew. 

“Terzo?” Omega asked warily. “I thought you were sick. Is everything alright?”

Terzo’s smile was coy. “Everything is more than alright, amore mio. We are about to have a very good day.” 

Terzo undid his robe, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath he wore a matching set of black lace panties and garters. It was Omega’s favorite set. Omega swallowed hard, beginning to realize the trouble he was in. Terzo took his hand and led him to sit on the sofa before straddling him, settling in comfortably. He began to run his hands along Omega’s pecs. Omega’s confusion wrestled with budding arousal.

“Terzo,” Omega cautioned quietly.  “She’s going to kill you if she finds out you’re not really ill. Hell, Primo might, too. You know he likes to stay in bed on Sundays.”

“It will be fine. You worry too much. It’s not like I do this often.” Terzo began kissing Omega’s neck, undoing the buttons on his shirt. “Today is just a special occasion.”

“Oh? Special how?” Omega raised an eyebrow. Terzo didn’t answer. “You know, I was worried about you. I came over here with the intention of taking care of you.” Omega’s voice was soft. He ran his claws through Terzo’s hair. 

Terzo looked up. “Oh, you will be taking care of me plenty,” he said, words laden with promise. 

Omega’s heart skipped a beat, his mouth going dry. Terzo had finally gotten his shirt undone and was lavishing Omega’s chest with attention. Wasting no time, Terzo went straight for a nipple. Omega sucked in a breath as he felt himself beginning to stir already. He wanted to press the issue of Terzo’s flippant behavior, but his mind went blank when Terzo began to grind on him. Omega was far too easy when it came to Terzo, and Terzo knew it. Terzo always knew exactly which buttons to push to make him come undone.

“Terzo–” Omega tried again, but he was cut off by Terzo’s mouth descending on his. When Omega kissed back, Terzo’s hands began to explore Omega’s torso, sensually caressing, teasing. They wandered down until they reached the waistband of his pants. Terzo skated over Omega’s crotch with the lightest touch, running his fingers down Omega’s inner thighs. When Terzo pulled away from Omega’s mouth, Omega tried to follow. Terzo reached for something towards the other end of the couch, coming back with a long black box. Omega didn’t know how he hadn’t seen it before now.

“I have a gift for you, amore,” Terzo purred, eyes full of mischief. He presented the box to Omega. “Open it.”

Omega complied, eyebrows shooting up as he removed the lid. He pulled the contents out slowly: a powder pink leather collar with a matching leash. The hardware was gold, the inside lined with soft suede. Omega huffed out a laugh, trying to ignore just how uncomfortable his pants were becoming. 

“What, you want me to take you out for a walk?” Omega snarked, but his cheeks were heating up. “Is that why today is special?”

Terzo’s smile grew wider. “Oh no, mio caro, this is not for me,” Terzo replied, voice syrupy. He ran a hand up Omega’s bicep and over his shoulder, coming to rest at the nape of his neck. “Not today, anyway,” he added, relishing the look in Omega’s eyes.

Omega was dumbfounded. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am,” Terzo replied, unzipping Omega’s pants and slipping his hand inside, cupping him through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. Omega winced; he had the sinking feeling that he was about to fight a losing battle with himself. 

“You really want me to wear that? Me??” Omega’s voice cracked. “You– You couldn’t have at least gotten a different color?” Terzo’s started to rub him over his underwear. His resolve was crumbling unusually fast.

“What? It’s cute,” Terzo said simply, placing a lingering kiss on Omega’s cheek. “I know you are excited to try it. Your body is giving you away.” Terzo ran his fingers over a wet spot on Omega’s underwear, the fabric sticking to Omega’s skin with precum. Omega shuddered, eyes closing. He couldn’t deny that his thoughts were racing, head swimming with possibilities. Terzo squeezed him firmly and Omega squeaked. His eyes shot open.

“A– Are you sure you don’t just want to eat brunch or something? You know, since we’re together during the daytime and you’re not really sick,” Omega stammered in an unusually high pitch, trying to find any flimsy excuse to get out of this. To deny the truth. Deep down, the idea was very enticing. 

“Mm. I had something else in mind that I wanted to eat.” Terzo ran his tongue up Omega’s neck in one slow lick. Omega let out a shuddering breath, fidgeting in his seat. Terzo grabbed the collar and held it up to Omega’s neck as if sizing it. He whispered in Omega’s ear, “May I?” He graced his earlobe with a nip while he was there.

Omega shivered. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He took a moment, then nodded, wondering with dread and excitement what he had just agreed to.

Terzo wrapped the collar around Omega’s neck, fastening it at the back. The fit was snug, but not tight. The soft lining was surprisingly comfortable on his skin. Omega could feel himself begin to throb gently at the pressure around his throat. Terzo attached the leash to Omega’s collar and took the other end firmly in his hand. Terzo slid from Omega’s lap to kneel at his feet, encouraging him to spread his legs. He wiggled Omega’s pants and underwear down his hips just enough to give him access. 

Once freed, Terzo took Omega’s cock in hand and gave him a few good pumps. Omega’s head fell back on the couch. He felt the slight tug of the short leash at the movement; it served as a reminder of what he had signed up for. Terzo gave him a long lick, kissing the tip before sinking Omega’s length down his throat. He began to bob rhythmically. Omega squirmed, gasping and gripping the sofa cushions. He was already too over-excited. He wondered with a grimace if he was going to ruin whatever Terzo had in mind by finishing too quickly. It was looking more and more like a real possibility by the second. Terzo reached up to cup his balls, stroking. Omega tensed, trying his best to fight off the inevitable.

Terzo opened his eyes, looking up to make eye contact with Omega. Heat flooded through Omega’s body as Terzo released him just to take another leisurely lick up his shaft, holding his gaze while he swirled his tongue around the head. Omega whined; Terzo was determined to cut their little game short, it seemed. Terzo took Omega back into his mouth and started working him even harder, his hands stroking Omega’s inner thighs.

“Please,” Omega said softly, already hanging on by a thread and too close to turn back. Terzo picked up the pace and began to moan around him, letting him feel the vibration. Yes, this was it, just a few seconds more, please–

Omega came into Terzo’s mouth with a low groan, his whole body tensing before going limp. As he caught his breath, he wondered what exactly the point of the leash had been, if Terzo wasn’t going to use it–

And then he was being yanked down by the collar to Terzo’s level. Before he could process what was happening, Terzo grabbed the back of his head and pried his mouth open with his tongue, flooding Omega’s mouth with his own cum. Omega spluttered and coughed in shock, not having had time to prepare for the unexpected intrusion. He loved it when he tasted himself on Terzo’s lips, but he was going to need a minute. As he sat there catching his breath, all he could focus on was how intensely turned on he was even after release. How badly he wanted more.

Terzo might actually kill him this time.

Terzo gave Omega a few minutes to recover. He returned to the sofa with Omega, stroking his hair and speaking soft praises to him. When he was sure he could handle it, Omega sat forward, bracing his elbows on his thighs.

“Are you alright, mio caro?” Terzo asked, placing a kiss to his temple.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to keep going?” Terzo’s question was earnest. Omega was free to say no at any point.

Omega paused for a moment before answering. “Yes.”

Terzo’s smile was like sunshine as he rose to his feet. He reached out and ran his fingers through Omega’s hair, saying sweetly, “That’s my good ghoul.”

Omega’s jaw went slack at the praise. His entire body felt as if it would catch fire. 

He really was in trouble. 

Omega stood on unsteady feet and was directed to strip. He did as he was told. Terzo then gently guided him onto all fours. He thought he should feel humiliated, but all he felt was a jagged thrill tearing through his core. He allowed Terzo to lead him into the bedroom, his tail practically tucked between his legs. He got more and more excited with each tug of the leash.

[theboogiewoo]

Here’s a fluffy one-shot featuring Mitch Williams and his siblings, Audrey, Ruf, and Speck, enjoying some family time after Mitch has a rough day.

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"Player Four Joins the Game"

Mitch slumped against the doorframe of his siblings’ house, his head throbbing from the sheer amount of noise he’d endured today at the arcade. Even with his hearing aids turned down, the din of screaming kids, blaring game soundtracks, and malfunctioning Glitches had been overwhelming.

He rubbed his temples and let out a sigh before knocking lightly. Within seconds, the door flew open, revealing Audrey with her hands on her hips, her sharp eyes narrowing in mock disapproval.

“Wow, you look like you got hit by a truck and lost all your HP” she teased, stepping aside to let him in.

“Feel like it too,” Mitch mumbled, shrugging off his jacket.

“Hey, little bro!” Ruf called from the couch, raising a can of soda in greeting. Speck was sprawled beside him, mashing buttons on a controller.

“Sup,” Mitch replied weakly, dropping onto the worn armchair in the corner. He didn’t even have the energy to kick off his shoes.

Audrey disappeared into the kitchen and returned a moment later with a can of Mitch’s favorite soda. She tossed it to him, and he caught it clumsily, cracking it open with a grateful nod.

“Rough day?” Speck asked, pausing the game.

“You have no idea,” Mitch muttered. “Bunch of screaming kids, a Glitch that wouldn’t quit, and a customer who swore I shortchanged them. Turns out they couldn’t do basic math.”

Ruf snorted. “Sounds brutal. Good thing you’re here now. We’re about to start a game of Crash Cart Carnage. Player Four is wide open.”

Mitch blinked at them, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Seriously?”

“Duh,” Audrey said, tossing him a controller. “It’s your turn to lose, anyway.”

Mitch chuckled softly, feeling a bit of the day’s weight lift. His siblings had always known how to take his mind off things.

“You wish,” he said, adjusting his hearing aids to filter out background noise but still catch their trash talk.

As the familiar startup music blared through the TV, Mitch leaned forward, the controller settling comfortably in his hands. The four of them fell into their usual rhythm—Speck and Ruf racing ahead, Audrey taking every opportunity to sabotage, and Mitch plotting his revenge with a sly grin.

For the first time all day, Mitch felt at ease. He wasn’t the leader or the guy with all the answers here—just their baby brother, holding his own in a chaotic sibling rivalry.

By the time the game ended, laughter echoed through the apartment, and Mitch’s earlier frustration felt like a distant memory.

“Okay, fine, you win this round,” Audrey admitted grudgingly as Mitch’s character crossed the finish line first.

“Damn right I do,” Mitch said with a smirk, leaning back against the couch.

“You’re lucky I didn’t throw a red shell at you,” Speck muttered, mock-glaring.

Ruf nudged Mitch’s shoulder. “See? You just needed some family time. Feeling better now?”

Mitch nodded, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. “Yeah. Thanks, guys.”

“Anytime,” Audrey said, ruffling his hair. “You’re stuck with us, whether you like it or not.”

“Guess I don’t mind,” Mitch replied, pulling them into an impromptu group hug.

In that moment, surrounded by his siblings, Mitch knew he could take on whatever the next day threw at him.

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I posted it on here bc my Wattpad and AO3 are fucking broken rn 😭🙏 LETS GOOOO (I hate this😭

[latoyalestrange]

CHANCES

Joel Miller x F!OC (fic?)

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Summary: Pre-breakout Joel and Tommy frequent a diner after work. Partly for the food, but mostly for a certain waitress that has caught Joel’s eye.

Words: ~1k

Warnings: age gap (legal ofc), swearing, typical tlou things

A/N: Please let me know what you think! First fic I’m writing in a while. If this is well received, I’ll definitely keep it going for you guys. 

Saturday night. Not quite as busy as Friday, but busy enough to make you question if the money you make at this place is worth it. But Jessie thought the same thing last Saturday, and the Saturday before. It was an endless cycle for her and thousands of other college students trying to make ends meet. 

For Jessie in particular, this was her second shift of the day. Her first was spent at her mother’s hair salon; answering phones and sweeping up ungodly amounts of hair. It was boring, but, god, she wished she was there instead of at the diner.

At this moment, she was trapped in a conversation with a particularly talkative regular. She could hardly even understand him with the countless other conversations going on around her and the crashing of dishes being thrown in bus tubs. She mostly pretended to be engaged in the conversation.

As overwhelming everything was, Jessie kept her cool. She always did. No matter how rude or insufferable a customer was acting, she kept a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. She felt it was the perfect weapon, truly. In a world where being a young woman meant you were at a disadvantage, being overly kind and never letting anyone see they had bothered her was her defense mechanism. 

“Hey, smiles!” 

Ech. Jessie hated that nickname, but it snapped her out of the one-sided conversation she was stuck in. She reluctantly turned to meet whoever called her. To her surprise, it was someone she actually enjoyed talking to. Her smile returned as she left the old man to greet them. 

Tommy and Joel Miller were two of Jessie’s favorite regulars. At least twice a week, they would come in to visit her. Jessie always thought they just really liked the food, but it was hardly good enough to come in twice a week for. They were here for her. Well, Joel was. Tommy was there for moral support. 

“You’re just in time. I thought I’d never get away,” Jessie leaned up against the side of the booth as the two brothers sat down across from one another.

“You looked like you needed saving,” Tommy played along, sharing a knowing look with Joel. 

Joel never talked nearly as much as Tommy. The most he would say was a few awkward lines of small talk and the occasional compliment if he worked up enough courage. Jessie took his shyness as just that. She thought his clumsy conversation starters and stuttered compliments were charming. She found him charming. A family man at his core, good with his hands, and not to mention, he was definitely easy on the eyes.

“What did you get up to today? Anything interesting?”

“Nope,” Joel retorts almost immediately, earning a giggle from her. “How was your day though?”

Tommy looks at Joel, a bit surprised that he actually sounded smooth. When the brothers were younger, Joel had no problem talking to women. After all, he taught Tommy how to talk to women. But it had been years since Joel had even wanted to try dating. He kept himself busy with Sarah and work and he liked it that way. The less time he had to himself, the less time he had alone with his thoughts. 

“Better now,” She almost mumbles, putting her pen to her notebook. “The usual?” Tommy smiled at Joel as he struggled to find the right words for a moment, caught up on what she said. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Tommy replies politely for him. 

“You got it.” Jessie turned on her heel to return to the kitchen and put in their order. She kept a noticeable sway in her hips as she walked away, knowing that the boys are gentlemanly, but they are still men. And she was right.

“What was that. What did that mean.” Joel demands in a quiet voice, looking sternly at Tommy. 

“Dude, she was flirting back! I told you it would work!” The brother exclaims in a hushed tone. A blush instantaneously formed on Joel’s cheeks and he covered it with his hand, playing it off as if he’s smoothing his facial hair down. 

“No fuckin’ way, she didn’t mean it like that.” He looked around nervously to make sure she hadnt suddenly appeared and could hear everything they were saying. 

“She definitely meant it like that. She looked back to make sure you were looking at it too.” Joel kicked him under the table, making him laugh. 

“Shut the fuck up, man,”

“No, I’m serious--”

“No, shut up!” Joel said lowly through gritted teeth. Tommy turned to see Jessie arriving at the end of their table, two coffee’s in hand. 

“Don’t make me separate you two.” She joked, setting the mugs down in front of them. 

“He started it,” Tommy played along, making her laugh. Joel couldn’t help but smile at the sound. 

“Behave. I’ll be back to check on you.” She turned away again to help another customer. Joel watched her leave again, not in a disrespectful way, but almost as if he wanted to savor every glimpse and angle he could of her. Her silhouette was engraved in his brain and he could picture her face perfectly. Her sunkissed skin from the Texas heat and wavy brown hair was constantly on his mind. 

“You look like a creep right now.” Joel glared at Tommy, finally breaking his gaze from her. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Tommy,” He lets his head fall into his hands as his elbows are propped up on the table. He rubs his eyes and rubs his temples. “I can’t get her out of my head.”

“I can see why.” Joel opens his eyes again to see Tommy looking somewhere out of his field of vision but he doesn’t have to look to know what he’s looking at.

“Don’t look at her like that. She’s not like the girls you go after.”

“Oh, yeah? What kind of girls do I go after?” Joel glared at his brother again as he sipped his coffee now that it’d cooled a bit. 

“She’s different. She’s confident, funny, she’s...everything that I’m not.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that. You are Joel fuckin’ Miller,” Tommy poked a strong finger into his brothers shoulder. “You were swimming in it before you had Sarah.”

“That’s not who I am anymore, Tommy--”

“I know, I know. You’re a man now. And she is a woman.” Joel rolled his eyes and relaxed in the booth behind him.

“She’s…something.”

“I know, I know. You’re a man now. And she’s a woman.” Joel rolled his eyes and leaned back into the booth behind him.

“She’s…something.”

“She’s…something.” 

“She’s...something.” 

[dearlymrme]

“what has you so excited” with terzo with the dang smuttiest smut ever

Sorry for completely ignoring the fact that the prompt list was for smut. In my excitement to write wholesome I completely forgot how to read. I make it up to you with sadistic Terzo.

Playing With Kitty (Terzo x Reader)

Terzo x Reader || Pet Play || Rough Sex || Squirting || Overstimulation || WC: 2285

Terzo can be very nice...When he wants to be.

His love making ranged from soft and passionate to dominating and teasing. There are simply days where he does not do much more than touch you and roll his hips as you take charge on top of him and press him into the mattress. On a scale of one to ten--one be gentle husband who wants nothing more than to adore his wife, you, with gentle kisses, touches, and softly pulling an orgasm--ten being the king of sadists, bounding your hands to the bedframe and forcing climax after climax until your oversensitive and fluids leaking from your eyes as much as between your legs.

Today you rest at a 9.5.

It's your fault, really. He had come home from todays duties with a pep in his step, eager to see you after a meeting and as he opened the door to his office and sees you leaned against his desk in a robe, he immediately felt himself growing firm in his robes.

He all but shucked them off at the door and attacked you, pining your hips to the desk roughly and claiming your lips in a furious kiss. You giggled against his lips, allowing him to dominate and moaned into his mouth as his hands cupped your ass and squeezed.

His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth before seeking downwards. He groaned, pressing his cock against your thighs and grinding.

As he reached your neck, his lips bumped into something that made him pause and dig his nails into your generous backside. Excitement buzzed through his body like an angry hornet, and his lips pulled up into an eager grin.

He pressed you all the harder against his cock, firmly pinning you against the desk that he's sure must be at least a little painful against your lower back.

"What has you so excited?" You coyly ask him.

He slipped his hands between the folds of your robe and part them. You shook your shoulders, allowing the silk to fall to the floor in a broken halo, and his eyes immediately locked to the prize.

Around your neck was a collar. The collar. And nothing else. The belt is a deep purple, with a silver ring through the middle and a tiny little bell. He groaned at the sight, and his index finger lightly flicked the chime, smirking as it rang out through the quiet office like gunfire.

Then he looped his finger through the ring and pulled without warning. You crashed into him, and he gave you a devious grin.

"Don't pretend like you don't know, gattina." And pulled you towards the bedroom.

You don't wear the collar unless you want him to be rough. Today, you have given him permission to be as mean as he wished, and as loving as Terzo could be, his favorite thing was being mean.

The bedframe rocks against the wall hard enough that it knocks the drywall from its surface. Your bell rang with each backwards pull against his hips, joining the chorus of wet squelches from your pussy as he rammed into you hard enough that his skin clapping against yours nearly stung. You kneel with your knees on a supportive pillow to keep them from aching and to give yourself the extra lift you need for him to assault your g-spot mercilessly.

"Jesus!" You squeal as his hand sharply makes contact with your ass cheek before grabbing it roughly and digging his nails into your red skin. He left hand stays on your lower back, pressing you down just so to keep you pinned in position for his brutal thrusts.

"Kitty's don't talk!" He barked as his right hand quickly snatches you up by the back of your collar and pulls you straight, your back flushed against his chest as he then cups your cheek and turns your head just enough for him to capture your lips and bite them open.

"All good kitty's do is mewl." Now in position to roll and give shallow little pumps of his cock, he presses right up against that sensitive gland inside you and makes you tremble. Your thighs quiver as you try to hold yourself up for him but the burn starts to get to be too much. You have no choice but to lean back against him and he turns to rest the back of your head against his shoulder as he attacks your already decorated shoulder.

He bites, red crescents and indentions matching the marks he's already set into your skin. Police could identify him through dental records with how deep he's chewed into your flesh. Small traces of blood bead where his canines had sunken in, and he only add more.

He then lets go of your collar and roughly pushes you forward. His dick slips out of you, gleaming wet with your juices and bobs in the air as you land on your stomach. Then he grabs you by your hips and turns you over, spreading your legs and thrusting back into you without pause.

Your back arches from the action as he sinks in with no resistance and the band in your lower stomach snaps. You cry like a baby, locking one of your legs around his hips as he rips your orgasm from you as suddenly as a cobra strike. You high pitched moan rings in his ears and he laughs as he feels your walls convulse around his cock. He doesn't stop. He keeps thrusting and milks you through your climax.

That's your third. Your first had been from him fingering you open until you were taking four of them and dribbling in his hand. He maneuvered them deep inside of you until he pressed right up against that hard knot near the back and curled over and over again until your were clutching his hands with your walls like you were dangling from a cliff.

Your second had come after he withdrew them, leaving nothing inside of you as he played with and pinched your clit hard enough to bring tears to your eyes and begged him to put his cock inside you. You begged him to fuck you, anything, just something to satisfy the ache of having something inside you again.

He kissed you behind the ear and ordered you to come. You didn't disappoint him. It crashed into you like wave, merciless, and ruin in its wake. Then he had turned you over and continued from there, satisfying your wish as he glided the head of his cock over your sopping wet folds, gathering the lucrative amount of your slick and cum before stuffing himself in with one hard stroke. Your abdomen had clenched and you happily pushed yourself against him with a loud satisfied moan, as you sunk heavily back on his cock

Not much has changed since then, except now both your bodies shine with sweat as your body temperatures warm to nearly uncomfortable levels. Your sweet mouth, lips puffy from his bites and sucks from before you started, still open as he rips moans from your throat, and your cheeks red and wet with tears from your ruddy and half-closed eyes.

His fingers go back to playing with your clit, roughly pressing against it and flicking before he digs in his thumb and rolls it, not caring if his nail catches it or not.

"Hnn!" You keen and toss your head back and forth, collar jingling, and back still arched. He chuckles at your petulant action. He could be a brat, but you could be so needy.

His eyes then lock onto your breasts, your exposed nipples, and realize that they look so plain in comparison to your neck. He lowers his mouth and latches onto one of your dusty buds before sucking as hard as possible, feeling it pebble against his tongue. You whine, your hand coming up to pass through his hair, and he growls before grabbing you by your wrist and pinning it to the bed.

"None of that! If you want something to touch, then you fist the sheets." He orders and helps your scrambling fingers to curl around the bedsheets and pull, nearly taking them off from around the mattress.

With something for you to hold onto his other hand leaves your clit to start pinching your other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger hard enough to hurt, with each janky thrust of his hips he pinches rough enough that it almost feels like he's trying to rip it off.

You hiss, and it sounds like music to ears, so the he nips. Then he sucks. And then he opens his mouth wide around your nipple and clamps his teeth down hard enough for you to sob in pain and yet your pussy flutters happily and so tight around him.

Whether it be from the bite or his devastating attack on your clit is neither here or there but it only further fuels him to beat on you, to drive into you like an animal on the hunt.

He breaks away with a wet smack and savors the small amount of blood that rests on his tongue. It causes a boiling amount of heat to settle in his lower stomach. A few more pumps of his hips and he'll be coming down your pussy. He looks down at your conjoined body and smirks when he sees a frothy ring of a white halo around his cock, managing to stir your inside so obviously as to give him a wedding band.

"Going to come inside you, gattina. Get you so gummy with my cum it's be leaking out of you for days." And he keeps thrusting, driving as deep as he can inside of you until he feels that hard dam of your cervix pushed against him.

Then you scream, and he feels a gush of moisture against his thighs and laughs at you.

"What a fucking mess! Your such a filthy little kitten!" He praises and keeps on the assault. His lower abdomen clenches and he tips his head back with a groan. His breathing growing choppy as he starts to babble himself. He feels dizzy, starved for oxygen as your insides ripple.

"My pretty little gattina , such a good girl." He rolls at each word, and his toes clench the closer he gets. His whole body started to lock up as his dick pulsates and gave shallow thrust to wrangle the seed out of him. "Shit! Fuck!!" He blurts and desperately humps for his completion. " I'm coming. I'm coming inside you, kitten. Fuck!"

"Going to cum so deep inside you-take me so well. Shit!" And the tension finally snaps when he feels your own walls flutter and your own babbling to fuel him. You can't even form proper words, just incoherent sobbing as he drives into you the last few thrusts of his hips and works his cum into your hot squeezing channel.

It shoots through him like a bullet, snaps through his lower back, and for a second, it feels like he's actually been shot. A wet pop sensation that shoots nitroglycerin through his veins. His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he doubles over you. He grabs you by the chin and slams his mouth over yours.

It's much more tame than what it had been before, and he wetly breaks apart from your lips to press his mouth against your jaw and catch his breath. His eyes half lidded as his body relaxed against you as though sinking into a hot bath. HIs muscles feel molten and loose, and the marathon quickly catches up to him.

He relaxes into you and your wet sniffling and pushes himself back up to take in the damage. He softly runs his hands up and down your body, careful of the bruises his clutching fingers have left behind. He eyes the bitemarks, the thin red line of scratching going down your sides from his nails.

He clicks his tongue and looks over you with concern.

"Okay?" He asks, and through your sniffles, you give him a choked affirmative. This is normally planned ahead of time for the aftercare to be ready immediately, but spur of the moment is good, too. If you weren't ready to wait just a little bit for him to get everything after, then you wouldn't have done this in the first place.

He leans down and places a gentle kiss to the marks he's left behind and decidedly pulls out of you. You legs immediately drop open and he watches his cum leak from you to join the wet spot under your hips and groans.

"I'll be right back, princepessa." He says and goes to the bathroom to fetch you a warm rag and cup of water. His own legs jiggle as he stands, and a small hiss makes it between his teeth as he feels his lower back twinge. It feels like he needs some aftercare as well.

He gets it along with you after you're both cleaned up and in each others arms. His fingers dance up and down your back as he enjoys a cigarette and you enjoy his body. As you shift to a nuzzle closer to his chest, he hears a jingle and realizes you're still wearing the collar.

He smirks, still feeling playful.

"Did my little kitty enjoy herself?" He asks.

You going to be sore as hell tomorrow but damn if it wasn't worth it.

"I did." You mewl and he chuckles, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

Maybe next time you'll wear the ears and tail.

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (10/9/2024) Episode: Winterfest Interrupted

Their next stop after seeing Noemi’s folks was supposed to be a visit to Luigi’s family in Tomorang, but Scott texted him before they teleported.

“Seems like mom was going to host Winterfest outside in the courtyard, but it’s pouring down rain” he told Noemi “Kian was able to get us a big private room last minute at the Karaoke bar downtown where he likes to perform, so we’re all meeting there instead.”

 “Sounds like fun” Noemi replied, “Let’s go!” A few minutes later they arrived in frosty San Myshuno.

In the hubbub of greeting his family, no one noticed Skye struggling to catch his breath again in the cold. Remembering that his dad had been right about the warm air making him feel better back at the center he kept quiet, trailing behind the others as they made their way inside.

After a big hug, Luigi’s step-mom led them to the private room where he could set up his portable bar and turn Yoshi loose to capture the moment.

Valentina asked Kian, an old hand with the karaoke system, to set up a duet for her and the birthday boy. “No problemo. Happy Birthday little dude!”

Skye had a really good time, belting out one of mom's favorite country songs at the top of his lungs and immediately begging Grandma to go again.

She glanced around at her smiling family. “Sure, but just one more than we need to give someone else a turn, OK?” She chuckled as he ran over to Uncle Kian to scroll through the huge list of songs for just the right next number. “Your boy is a treasure” she told Luigi as she grabbed a drink.

Unfortunately, their “private” room didn’t stay private for long! Shortly after all their planned guests arrived, several fans as well as one particularly sneaky paparazzi crashed the party. Luigi did his best to play nicely with the strangers, putting on his best PR friendly smile.

One unexpected guest was a familiar face. Bonnie walked in and settled down next to Noemi, who was hiding in a corner.

At her questioning look, their old friend explained. “Someone filmed you guys arriving and posted it in on SimTube. It’s a slow news day since most celebrities are at home with their families so Sim Star News was all over it. I happened to catch the segment during dinner and thought I’d stop by.”

Noemi sighed “Luigi LOVES the attention, but this fame business is a real pain. Hopefully, he can sign a few autographs and send them on their way.”

Noemi was right, Luigi was loving the attention. However, when his step-mom came up to tell him that Skye had ended their song early for fear of being “laughed at” by all the strangers, he quickly took steps to nip the impromptu meet and greet in the bud.

He wished his fans a “Happy Winterfest” while gently steering them to the door with some quick signatures. The paparazzi packed up her camera as the room emptied, although that didn’t save her from a mild tongue lashing. “Don’t you have anything better to do than interrupt my family’s holiday!?”

Unlike his nemesis, this photographer was at least contrite, offering a simple “Sorry, Mr. Lawbourne” before following his fans out the exit.

The family was just getting back into the swing of their party following the departure of their unwanted guests when Noemi’s phone buzzed with a much more pleasant interruption. “Honey!” she called “That was Denton. He said he wants us to come over and meet their new son.”

Luigi was a bit surprised to be getting a last-minute invite to meet Denton’s new kid on Winterfest, but he quickly thanked his mom for a lovely time before gathering his small family and walking the short distance to his cousin’s place just across the way.

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[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Word Search Tag Game!

Rules: In a new post use the words below (or choose your own) to find where they appear in your WIP/s and share those parts.

Thanks for tagging me @writer-or-whatever! This is one of my favorite games 🥰 and it didn't even take a full month for me to get to it haha

I'm oversharing as usual! This time from my as of yet unnamed fic that I've been calling Not SM4: Bring it on Home. It's my Harley-centric nonparkner canon compliant post-nwh fic where trans!Harley uses his homemade Iron Man suit to steal in order to keep Rose Hill afloat post-blip.

Breath:

“D’you want me to bring Evrett by today?” [Harley] asks, abandoning the previous subject entirely.

[Mama]’s squatting in front of a cupboard, digging through Tupperware for the matching lid to the bowl in her hand. “A few days with Tonya’ll do him good, I expect. I’ll be a breath of fresh air in comparison.”

He can’t see it.

“I’ll bring him in a few days then.”

He waits while she spoons the remaining fried apples into the bowl and seals it. The lid steams over and the plastic is hot in his hand as he takes it and allows his mother to kiss his cheek.

“You make sure that gets to your sister,” she says. Her eyes are dark as they sweep over his face. He sees neither guilt nor regret in their depths. “I love you.”

He swallows his pride and says, “I love you, too.”

And he does. He just wishes it didn’t hurt so much.

Out and Clarity:

“Tell me what’s happening,” [Harley] barks into the comm as the parking garage comes into view. There are two sets of headlights where there should only be one.

Through the comm, Josh sounds rattled and that’s when he knows the shit has truly hit the fan.

“There’s another group trying to— Alison, no!”

Harley puts on a burst of speed that brings the people on the roof into clarity just as an Alison-shaped figure leaps from the back of the box truck and tackles an unfamiliar figure in all black. He’s flying in hot to do anything short of a brutal amount of damage, so he doesn’t grab her by her jacket and throw her back into the truck like he wants to. Instead, he blasts the concrete roof with a small burst from his repulsor to send one of their adversaries dancing back, away from the truck, and then lands with a concrete-crushing crash between the open back doors and what he now sees is a team of seven dressed in matching fatigues.

Great. This is why nobody bothers with New York except egomaniacs with something to prove. Nothing can ever be simple. You always run into some big shot living out their crime lord fantasy or some big shot with delusions of heroism. If you're really unlucky you get caught between the two.

Almost as though summoned by the thought, a blur of red and blue flips over the tall concrete wall that rings the roof and shouts something quippy as he blasts a spray of webbing at the guy standing closest to the truck.

Harley panics. He’s made his peace with the idea of eventually getting caught and being brought to justice, but not his team. He’s supposed to protect his team. They’re not supposed to get pulled under by the crumbling of his little gambling operation. It’s supposed to land on his shoulders and his shoulder alone.

He turns his back on Spider-Man, braced for the tug of web against his armor, part of him already running the calculations—tensile strength vs. repulsor torque, which would win?—and hauls Alison up by the back of her jacket. A body hits the ground behind him with a groan while Spider-Man chirps something about getting punchy when he’s out past his bed time.

“Get back in the truck and this time stay there!” Harley says with an audible pitch in his voice.

Immediately after he wishes he would have thought to whisper, although it likely doesn’t matter. It’s no secret Spider-Man is ridiculously enhanced. While most people like to speculate about what is, Harley has found it’s more productive to note what isn’t. The list is depressingly short.

Tagging: @zerolostwalks @sheps-shepherd @shipskicksandgiggles @physalian and anyone else who wants to play!

YOUR WORDS: leave, drain, and rest

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #371

It is day two of sinus, nasal, and tracheal discomfort. I have concluded that yes, I am very definitely sick. I feel sluggish, my nose is runny and congested and on fire at the same time. Mild headache all day. Scratchy throat. Fucken lame. Oh well.

Additionally, I managed to render my cellphone unusable. This morning, when my half-stupefied self woke to use the morning facilities, I managed to drop my phone. It fell from my clumsy, dyspraxic, half-asleep hands and crashed on the bathroom tile.

...Yeah. I was pretty bummed about it. And, given the number of folks who count on me, I can't really go without having a phone. But fortunately, I was already overdue for an upgrade, anyhow. So I put on a mask (to protect other people), and then M and I went and replaced it. It didn't take long.

I have a phone with a better camera now. So there's that, at least.

I spent the rest of the morning in and out of sleep, on and off the internet, and just generally feeling not great. Though I did remember that I made my famous (it's not really famous!) bone broth a while ago and stuck it in the freezer. I took a jar of it out and put it in the refrigerator to thaw:

The way I make it produces a bone broth that is both flavorful and nutritious. I'll probably drink it tomorrow. It'll give my body some strength to fight off whatever bullshit invaded it, no doubt.

Actually, come to think of it...

…!!!

Holy shit. Yes. I got sick with a mild case of the sniffles starting on the same exact day last year!

Yooooo, what the fuuuuuuuck. Hahahaha....

...Well, whatever. The procedure for any viral sickness is the same: eat good food, sleep a lot, hydrate frequently, take ibuprofen as needed, and wait for it to pass. There's really nothing else for it.

I thought I was gonna get soup today, but I did not, in fact, get soup today. That's because J went out, and when he came home, he brought some epic pizza with him:

We have, from left to right, a philly steak pizza, a chicken and mushroom marsala pizza, and a shrimp scampi pizza, from our favorite pizza place within reasonable driving distance!! I'm not really sure what that reddish-looking slice at the bottom is; maybe it's pepperoni? But that one was J's, anyhow.

...I wish I could get you some slices of pizza from this place. You won't find better within reasonable driving distance from my house. A few places come close, but... this one is definitely the best.

After eating the pizza, I changed over to the 8th set of braces for real. Here are some comparison pictures between the first set and the newest set; the newest set is on the right in all cases. Here's the top set:

...I really can't believe how far my very confused snaggletooth has moved! It's gonna be really weird to look in the mirror when it's finally in its proper place!

The other top teeth bow inward a little less than before, too:

...The set on the left is definitely a little bit more hourglass-shaped compared to the right. Wild.

Here's the bottom set:

The front teeth are WAAAY less crowded than before. And that other very confused tooth there is starting to fall in line.

That one on the left side of my mouth that used to point towards my tongue is now slowly starting to point straight upwards like it's supposed to, too!

...It's been kinda crazy, tracking the progress as the inside of my face rearranges itself. I wonder what you think. Isn't it cool???

I'm pleased to report, too, that set number 8 is a LOT less difficult now that I've switched to it when I was supposed to, instead of prematurely!! Hahaha!!

...I spent most of today resting, so I don't have a whole lot else to tell you about. I'm probably gonna start playing video games soon, though. So if you wanna come hang out with me, you'll find me here:

...Though, admittedly, I'd really much rather watch you learn how to play video games. I think that'd be a lot of fun. I have a number of them that I think you'd really like.

Well, I guess that's it. Don't forget that you're loved, okay? Because I love you. And lots of other people do, too; you just haven't met them yet. My world is chock full of people who would treat you like an actual human being (because that is what you are, no matter what any nasty-ass shit-goblin tries to tell you) instead of like a commodity to be exploited.

...Sephiroth. Come to my house and try it. Come to my house, and let the present moment be louder to you than your past. Come to my house, and let the voices of those who love you be louder to you than the voices of those who tried to control you. You've already tasted hell. Come see what heaven is like before you write yourself off, okay? I know you've witnessed more than a few mockeries of what loving, healthy relationships are supposed to look like, but...

...You'll have to replace “little girl” with “little one”, but... you get the idea, I'm sure. You're not done yet. Nothing is hopeless.

And... I'm here. I'm real. My house is here, and it is real. And its doors are open to you, ready to welcome you with joy and compassion, whenever you're ready. We'll keep calling out your name and waiting.

...This formerly beaten, broken, and silenced human is learning to shout your name into the void, just on the small chance that you might hear it and return to yourself, because you are worth overcoming terrifying conditioning for. You are worth it for me to try rising up from being enslaved by past memories for. You are worth doing all sorts of difficult, impossible things for.

Sephiroth. For once, there is a person right here, who, instead of asking you to do impossible things to prove your worth, is willing to do impossible things herself, just to prove to you that you are and always have been lovable and worthy, from the very moment you came into being.

I am no fanciful dream. I will always be here, ready, waiting, and overjoyed to shatter the illusions about the world that you were brutally conditioned into believing. I will continue to stand here in stark defiance of so-called "conventional wisdom", with my head held high, my gaze fixed upon you, and my hand outstretched in welcome.

...And I'm not going anywhere. Even if by some misfortune I am prematurely ripped from this body, you know what's gonna happen? I'm gonna choose another "fucked up" and "upsetting" life to be born to so that by the time I'm strong enough to weave it into something beautiful and kaleidoscopic, I'll understand you well enough to reach my hand to you in hope and compassion once more. And maybe next time I reach for you, I'll live in a less genetically fucked up body, and therefore be able to do a better job of it.

I will continue to exist joyfully, gratefully, and lovingly, in stark defiance of those people who think that lives like yours and lives like mine are so "fucked up" and "upsetting" that we "shouldn't have been born in the first place". I will continue to weave rainbows from the darkness I was given, no matter which bitter-hearted, nihilistic people insist that it can't be done.

Come stand next to me and do the same. Because I know for a fact that you'd be able to do it even more spectacularly than I can, no matter who the fuck thinks otherwise.

Please stay safe. I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[child0feden]

Hey, Vera! Have you ever played any Resident Evil game? If yes, what's your favorite?

I hope you have a nice day today! 🖤

୨୧ i haveee played some of the resident evil games! i’ve played the resident evil 2 remake and resident evil 4 remake as well as the original, the resident evil origins collection, resident evil biohazard and resident evil village as well as the shadows of rose dlc ^w^

my favourite would just have to be resident evil biohazard! gosh, i played that basically right after it released and just loved it… it is absolutely a quintessential, must play horror game in my own, humble opinion! to be honest, i kind of really prefer the ethan winter games in comparison to leon kennedy, jill valentine and all of the others but i could not quite tell you why that is… my brain just likes his story better for some reason!

but yeah, i just absolutely love love love resident evil biohazard for many reason though i will keep it a little short so that tumblr doesn’t crash whilst i write this response lolol! it tends to do that sometimes…

resident evil biohazard just works so so so well for me! it had me hooked from the second it started, i immediately wanted to know more about the disappearance of mia, the baker family and all of that good stuff! it really had me glued from the get-go with the eeriness, the obvious mystery and suspense… not to mention the beyond clear influences from classic horror films like the evil dead, texas chainsaw massacre and so on! it just felt like i was playing a cult classic horror film whilst exploring the baker house and slowly uncovering the story of what the hell has been happening! not to mention the general atmosphere of the baker house and the surrounding southern swamps, just plain creepy but so great too! i was damn near constantly checking over my shoulder and keeping my ammo supply up in numbers… there was a nice couple plot twists that kept things really interesting without forcing the story to be convoluted and messy, it never became a drag to play and understand

whilst i would not ever root for a movie adaptation because it would likely be done by the wrong people and turn out just… not very well done at all, i think resident evil biohazard has the most movie adaptation ability of all the games in the franchise! it already just feels like a damn good horror movie to play, let alone seeing it with real actors, set designs and such!

resident evil village was very good too but it did not take manage to first place away from resident evil biohazard, at least not for me… one thing that kept it below resident evil biohazard for me was the lack of screen time for the four lords! i mean, seriously… all four lords, as well as mother miranda, were so incredibly awesome with such amazing designs and lore and yet i feel like they were almost wasted… especially donna beneviento! gosh, i just wish we got to see more of her! she was my absolute favourite lord

to me, it felt like as soon as you reached the house belonging to the lord, or perhaps i should say the area, you would be there for about an hour and a half maximum, not seeing all that much of the lord themselves before being launched into a boss fight and having to kill them which just kind of sucked… some sections of resident evil village just feel slightly rushed to me because of that! but i still very much enjoyed my time playing it, both the world design and character designs were beyond gorgeous and i often want to replay it just to see castle dimitrescu once more…

so, yeah! i definitely enjoy all of the resident evil games but my absolute favourite would always have to be resident evil biohazard whilst all of the others fall below! not an all time favourite franchise for me but i always enjoy my time playing the games and i most certainly do not think they’re bad games at all! i will always recommend resident evil biohazard to people looking to get into horror games

thank youuu for the ask, anon! i will take any chance i get to talk about video games hehe <3

[lords-of-mayhem]

What Taylor Swift songs do you think would be the LOC boy’s favorites?

Do I dare mix my black metal interests and Taylor Swift? I would like to remind everyone before I answer

Some of these are songs I think fit them and some are songs I think they'd enjoy. :)

(I also know the ask said boys, but I threw in Ann-Marit too <3)

Varg // The 1

And if you wanted me, you really should've showed. And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow.

But we were something, don't you think so? Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool. And if my wishes came true, it would've been you. In my defense, I have none for never leaving well enough alone, but it would've been fun if you would've been the one.

I guess you never know, never know, and it's another day waking up alone.

I persist and resist the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? We were something, don't you think so? Rosé flowing with your chosen family and it would've been sweet if it could've been me.

In my defense, I have none for digging up the grave another time. But it would've been fun if you would've been the one.

Pelle // I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

They said, "babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did. Lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you wanna die.

Breaking down, I hit the floor. All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, "more!"

I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hitting my marks 'cause I can do it with a broken heart. I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day. I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art.

You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

Blackthorn // Hey Stephen

Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving, but I know I saw a light in you. And as we walked, we would talk and I didn't say half the things I wanted to.

Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling, so I've got some things to say to you. I've seen it all, so I thought, but I never seen nobody shine the way you do.

The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name. It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change. Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving? I think you and I should stay the same.

They're dimming the street lights, you're perfect for me. Why aren't you here tonight?

I'm waiting alone now, so come on and come out, and pull me near. Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons why I should be the one you choose. All those other girls, well, they're beautiful. But would they write a song for you?

I can't help if you look like an angel, can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain. Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you. Can't help it if there's no one else, can't help myself.

Faust // All Too Well

Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate. Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days.

'Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me. 'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we're dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light.

And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up. Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.

I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it. After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own.

Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone, but you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me.

You can't get rid of it 'cause you remember it all too well.

Occultus // Lover

This is our place, we make the rules. And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear. Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

We could let our friends crash in the living room. This is our place, we make the call. And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you. I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all.

With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover. And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me and at every table, I'll save you a seat.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? Take me out and take me home. You're my, my, my, my lover.

Øystein // Back To December

We small talk, work and the weather. Your guard is up and I know why. Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses and I left them there to die.

This is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night.

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you, wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times. I watched you laughing from the passenger's side and realized I loved you in the fall. And then the cold came, the dark days, when fear crept into my mind.

You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye. And you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry. Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming. But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right.

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't. So if the chain is on your door, I understand.

And I go back to December. I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright. I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind. I go back to December all the time.

Manheim // Tolerate It

I sit and watch you reading with your head low, I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed. I sit and watch you, and notice everything you do or don't do.

Lay the table with the fancy shit and watch you tolerate it. If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow. I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it.

While you were out building other worlds, where was I? Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire? I made you my temple, my mural, my sky.

Now, I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life, drawing hearts in the byline. Always taking up too much space or time, you assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins?

Took this dagger in me and removed it, gain the weight of you then lose it. Believe me, I could do it.

Metalion // Sweeter Than Fiction

Seen you lost in a crowd, seen your colors fade. Wish I could make it better, someday you won't remember this pain you thought would last forever and ever.

There you'll stand, ten feet tall. I will say, "I knew it all along." Just a shot in the dark, all you got are your shattered hopes. They never saw it coming, you hit the ground running and now you're onto something.

Proved me right when you proved them wrong and in this perfect weather, it's like we don't remember the rain we thought would last forever and ever.

There you'll stand, next to me. I'll be one of the many saying, All at once, the rest is history. "look at you now, look at you know." I'll be one of the many saying, "you made us proud, you made us proud."

And when they call your name and they put your picture in a frame, you know that I'll be there time and again. 'Cause I loved you when you hit the ground, only sound that you heard was "no."

Attila // State Of Grace

I'm walking fast through the traffic lights, busy streets and busy lives. And all we know is touch and go, we are alone with our changing minds. We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds or fades in time.

And I never saw you coming.

Now all we know is don't let go. We are alone, just you and me. Up in your room and our slates are clean. Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes.

So, you were never a saint and I've loved in shades of wrong. We learn to live with the pain. Mosaic broken hearts, but this love is brave and wild. This love is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight.

Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right, these are the hands of fate. You're my Achilles heel, this is the golden age of something good and right and real.

Fenriz // Cruel Summer

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that I caught it. Killing me slow, out the window. I'll always be waiting for you to be waiting below.

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes, what doesn't kill me makes me want you more. You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times, we're not trying.

So cut the headlights, summer's a knife. I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone. Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes and if I bleed, you'll be the last to know.

I'm drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate.

And I screamed for whatever it's worth, "I love you!" Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? He looks up grinning like a devil.

It's new, the shape of your body. It's blue, the feeling I've got. And it's a cruel summer. It's cool, that's what I tell 'em. No rules in breakable heaven, but it's a cruel summer with you.

Necrobutcher // Red

Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly.

Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall. Like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all.

Losing him was blue like I'd never known. Missing him was dark gray, all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red.

Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong. Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself it's time now, gotta let go.

But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head, in burning red.

Hellhammer // Marjorie

Never be so kind, you forget to be clever. Never be so clever, you forget to be kind. And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around.

What died didn't stay dead, you're alive in my head.

Never be so polite, you forget your power. And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were listening to me now. The autumn chill that wakes me up, you loved the amber skies so much.

Long limbs and frozen swims, you'd always go past where our feet could touch and I complained the whole way there. The car ride back and up the stairs, I should've asked you questions.

I should've asked you how to be, asked you to write it down for me. Should've kept every grocery store receipt 'cause every scrap of you would be taken from me. All your closets of backlogged dreams and how you left them all to me.

Ann-Marit // You're On Your Own Kid

It's okay, we're the best of friends. I hear it in your voice, you're smoking with your boys. I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out. There's just one who could make me stay.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes, I waited ages to see you there. You're on your own, kid. You always have been.

I picked the petals, he loves me not. Something different bloomed, writing in my room. I play my songs in the parking lot, I'll run away.

I called a taxi to take me there, I search the party of better bodies just to learn that my dreams aren't rare. I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this.

My friends from home don't know what to say. I looked around in a blood-soaked gown and I saw something they can't take away 'cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned. Everything you lose is a step you take.

Varg (bad bitch era) // Look What You Made Me Do

(Side note: he feels soooo badass with this song.)

I don't like your little games, don't like your tilted stage. The role you made me play of the fool. I don't like your perfect crime, how you laugh when you lie. No, I don't like you.

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. I got a list of names and yours is in red underlined. I check it once then I check it twice.

I don't like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me. You asked me for a place to sleep, locked me out and threw a feast.

The world moves on, another day another drama, but not for me. Not for me, all I think about is karma. And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure; maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours.

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me, I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams. I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead.

[spinningintheshadows]

75 All Time Low Lyric Prompts!

“Thoughts and prayers, so what, who cares?”

“Out of my way, I’m going in”

“Not your one-and-only, just someone to get you through tonight”

“So meet where the stars collide, the Milky Way is ours tonight”

“I found god and we found heaven on the bedroom floor”

“I don’t mind if you fuck up my life”

“I shut my eyes at seventeen”

“If I said I want your body, would you hold it against me?”

“All that I know is that I just can’t say no to you, funny how things never change”

“You’re everything I love about the things I hate in me”

“Mixing fireworks and gasoline, never meant to make you fall with me”

“How long can we be happy if happy ain't meant for us”

“We said forever but forever wouldn’t wait for us”

“The sweetness of you on my tongue, I breathed you in, you filled my lungs.”

“I never want to leave this sunset town, but one day the time may come”

“It’s hard to be brave when you’re alone in the dark”

“Three hundred days with no reply now”

“You look just fine on your own, but we look better in the afterglow”

“So long and thanks for all the make-believe, the memories of you and me”

“What a shame, what a shame. Beautiful scars on critical veins”

“They won’t catch us in the dark, roll like thunder, burn like stars”

“If you need a friend, I’ll help you stitch up your wounds”

“I know it gets hard for you to stay, but do you really wanna throw it all away”

“It was a one night stand ‘til I woke up next to you”

“We’ve got scars on our future hearts but we never look back”

“We go together or we don’t go down at all”

“You had me at “come over boy, I need a friend””

“All you ever wanted was a part of me that I couldn’t fake”

“I’d kill for one more way to tell you how you make me better everyday”

“We’ll talk about how your parents separated and how you don’t want to make the same mistake as them”

““We all recover” say the friends turned to wine drunk lovers”

“Why can’t you just be happy for me”

“Thanks to you, I’m not myself. I’m all strung out, that much is clear”

“There’s a monster standing where you should be”

“Pick yourself up off the ground, you’re sure as hell too good to let them hold you down”

“Damn, it’s such a shame that we built a wreck out of me”

“I’m getting sick of your bullshit attitude”

“You know, there are some days when I really feel like this could work, like you and I are finally going to get it right. Then there are days like today, when you make me want to tear my fucking hair out”

“Is this what it feels like finding out I have the guts to say anything.”

“Your favorite enemy and your most hated friend”

“I’ll build up an army of cellophane soldiers, cheap origami”

“We’ll take it over ice tonight, with a little salt and a little lime”

“She’s got me hooked on her like good cocaine”

“Did you fake it just to break another stranger in your bed?”

“What do you say when your heart’s not in it?”

“I’ll misbehave if it turns you on, no Mr Right if you want Mr Wrong”

“Suburban living with a feeling that I’m giving up everything for you”

“That’s just the price I pay when I don’t even know her name”

“Feels like I’m falling in love when I’m falling to the bathroom floor”

“When the world comes crashing down, who’s ready to party?”

“I was young and horny. In retrospect, I wouldn’t do it again”

“So tell me what your best friend knows that I don’t know”

“Lit a match just heat things up, but I got more than bargained for”

“A handful of moments I wish I could change, but I was carried away”

“I’m just a face for every picture, a smile for your scrapbooks, and a story to be told”

“Right now I want to watch the tide roll in with my best friends”

“I’m guilty but I’m safe for one more day”

“Just another pretty face, but I want one more taste”

“It was the very last time we said goodbye to the beach”

“Telling another tale of the American dream”

“You talk like your famous, you’re shameless”

“Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair, and out of my mind”

“I would have married you in Vegas had you given me the chance to say I Do”

“Before you ask which way to go remember where you’ve been”

“The night and days fly by when I’m lost on the streets”

“When it all comes down to a sunrise on the east side, will you be there to carry me home?”

“I’ve never told a lie and that makes me a liar”

“Don’t forget, we’ve got unfinished business”

“Am I depressed or am I just bored?”

“I wanna drive this car right over the edge of every bad idea I didn’t have yet”

“She didn’t stutter, my chest flutters, cardiac attack in the cradle of the summer”

“And it makes it all okay if I don’t care”

“When I wake up, I know the dream isn’t done. I want to see your face and know I made it home”

“I take a drink because the truth is hard to swallow”

“Secrets don’t make friends, we make love and love falls apart”

[pomniegranate]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❛Poooommmmmmmy~ ❜

The cookie chimed out her name.Such a sing song manner as he disappeared from her sight when she turned to look.Only for him to appear again directly behind her.Pulling her into a small waltz uncaring if she followed along or not.Practically dragging her with his strength,happily twirling her around before abruptly crashing lips against hers.It was deep,careful,invasive almost as if he was gonna devour her up then and there.But before she dwelled on the feeling he let her go as a discarded toy.He did want he wanted with no remose and now he was done with her for now atleast.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❛ Ha ha! Such a funny expression. You are soooo amusing. Why you are as red as a tomato my lil pomiegranate~ ❜

He always had a way of catching her when she least expected it. She's learned a thing or two in her time of being acquainted with the cookie: he's unreadable, unpredictable and oddly attached to her. A wild card, a jokester, clingy but distant; there're many ways she could go about explaining Shadow Milk and none would ever come close to giving justice to the enigma he was to her. Or how she felt about him.

It was bittersweet. A constant game of tug of and with her emotions. Some days he was endearing and pleasant to be around, other days his voice grated her core. But Pomni always comes back to him.

Just like he wanted.

And today wasn't any different than the usual games he loved to play with her. A tall tell sign he was up to no good with a melody note of the cookie singing her nickname, one she still was growing accustomed to, even if she wasn't the biggest fan of it. He never listened to reason anyway.

Before she had a good chance to face him, her world spun, her body moving on its own; another favorite thing of his - he always saw her as his personal play thing, a doll he could do just about whatever he wanted with. And Pomni couldn't say or do much before he'd start, helpless to his endeavors and what he wanted to do. A favorite was dancing.

It was one she didn't completely hate, yet she wished she'd have some say or at least a better warning before she had no control over the situation. At the same time, that's just how he likes her; without control and helpless, needing to rely on him and him solely. She hated it.

And after a twirl or two, his lips met hers and it always surprises her. Her arms met at his shoulders to try and push him away, but he remains, devouring her heart that jumped high into her throat; her mind tells her this isn't right but the sear and depth that swallowed her whole made the touch starvation in her sing. She melts, time and time again to his adoration for her. Even if the way he goes about it is completely askew.

She couldn't help the feeling of being wanted and desired, and how much she didn't realize she craved it. Another thing she hated about herself and the path of control that she allows him to have over her. As they part, he pushed her away; always a par to the course. These things happened when he wanted them to happen after all, and the sudden high she felt vaporized as her heart sank back deep into her stomach. Her breath was labored, her eyes hooded and her face riddled in the heat she felt.

This was all just to embarrass her, wasn't it? She huffed, turning her face away from him and refusing to look directly at his smugness anymore.

�� ❝ Ugh, you can't keep doing this. Boundaries are a thing, you know? And you know WHY my face is red, I'm... not explaining it to you. ❞