#Hey. Hey Salt. I know you're digging in my tags

[kweenkday]

Hey Kween, I just saw your tags saying you're writing Kevseth and... Ahhhhh! I read through the whole tag on AO3 recently because I got obsessed and now my favourite author's writing for them too??! I am so excited!!! Wishing you a good time zone 🧡

Thank youuu! Ok so here's the deal about them. One of my favorite books is Summer Sons, and while I was on the audiobook I thought ok, hold on, what if... Seth, raised in the south, warm southern drawl, shitton of attitude and repressed sexuality??? YES.

Anyway, here's a snippet for you. I already love them. 😍

“Fuck off, Day,” Seth growled in his face. “Don’t act like your name isn’t the reason why you matter.”

Kevin grabbed his face, fingers digging savagely into the joints of his jaw. “I’m not going to apologize for that. You don’t know half of what I had to do to be here. I’ve worked through blood and broken bones to get where I am, and I still barely made it.”

Seth clutched his wrist in a crushing grip. “Boo-hoo, poor Kevin Day, had an accident, how sad, how tragic. Piss off, dick. What, you think my life has been a fucking Hallmark movie?”

Kevin pressed his palm flat on the wall next to Seth’s head, the brush of air across his neck sending a shiver down his back. Seth wanted to fucking punch the air out of him.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” Kevin said, his eyes burning wild. “I know it hasn’t been easy. You wouldn’t be here otherwise. But while Neil and I work our asses off to move this team forward, you only deign to play with us. You act like you don’t care about any of this, Exy, college.” Kevin leaned so close Seth could taste the salt on his lips. “But I think you’re full of shit. You’re scared because it does mean something. You’re just used to being a fuck-up. Don’t you want to know what you’d be if you stopped?”

“Fuck you!” Seth spat out and his head clocked against the lockers.

“Yeah. We already did that. Let me know when you're ready to see what else we can do if you fucking tried for once.”

[redquackredemption]

Hello cat! I have a request!! This is silly omg.. but could you write something with Hosea Matthews comforting reader? (So im thinking a kinda angsty but then comfort and fluff?? Reader is male teen, and Hosea is like "oh no poor kid, father figure mode on" (I hope this aint cringe, but ive been having a rough week and Hosea is nr 1 comfort caracter)

My main idea for how the story goes is pretty much, at campfire, Hosea realized kid is gone, oh no, looks for kid, finds them hidden somewhere very upset, talks, " its going to be okay"

(its 1899 what is a panic attack?? also overstimulation never heard of that)

something like that!! but you have the reins on this one!

[Anyways thank you, hope you have a great day!!] ‼️‼️

A/N: This one was really awesome to write actually TT it was super sweet and i hope u enjoy it <3

Hosea Comforts You (m!reader)

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Spare thyme, a sprinkle of salt—Hosea lays down the fillet of bluegill, a satisfying sizzle and smell of fish wafting from where it cooks. He promised you a good dinner for your birthday, and he's gonna give it to you.

He flips the fish, squeezes some lemon. More sizzling, and a side of canned green beans, sweetened with sugar, are laid down on a clean dish. There's a fine dinner for a fine lad. Now's to find him—

Hosea stands, calling your name. By your tent, crickets. Certainly not by the campfires. You're not even at your usual spot under one of the shady trees overlooking camp. It's too late to have gone out of camp, especially for that kid. "Abigail," he calls, strolling over with the fish in hand. "You seen the boy?"

She glances up from her sewing, clear-sky gaze zeroing in on him and the plate in his hands. "That for him? Sure, he was out by the horses last I saw."

"Thank you, Miss Roberts."

That's that. If you're by the horses, chances are you're grooming Lucky. Maybe feeding him another one of those apples you can't help but sneak into your pockets every time you tag along to Valentine. That's how they found you, after all. Huddled under the gallows, clutching a bag close while the shopkeeper in Blackwater searched high and low for a street rat and his prize of a measly two apples. Dutch ended up paying for those while Hosea talked you down and searched for Lucky with you.

Those were good days. Still are good days, despite it all. Hosea calls your name again once he reaches the outskirts of the camp. Nothing—save for the babbling of a creek nearby, and a gasping whimper. "Hh....ah....ghh—"

Hosea pauses. He knows what a nervous fit sounds like from miles away. And there you are, huddled behind a tree, palms digging into your eyes as you exchange quick breaths with the frigid night air. "Hey, kid," Hosea calls. "You—"

You shake your head. At what, you don't know. At everything, perhaps. Trying to patch yourself together by clutching at your own hair, one hand reaching for your chest—God, why can't you breathe?

"Breathe, son," Hosea murmurs beside you, as if it's the easiest thing in the world to do. "Look, do it with me. Son?"

He demonstrates. In, out, and in, and then out again—and as much as you try to force your body to obey, it panics like a feral animal, scrambling and scratching for the air it doesn't realize it already has.

And then it fades. You're alive again, only just.

"Hos—Hosea," You whimper, tears hitching your voice. God, a goddamn kid again, helpless and sniveling, so easy to burn like the trash you are. Those words, those fateful words press against your lips, the ultimate treason. "I'm—I'm s-scared."

Hosea, maybe he remembers what that's like. "That's it," he croons. "You're doing just fine, son. Gotta let it pass." The flat of his palm presses to your back, and you shudder, the tears sinking into the roots beneath your feet. 'Round Hosea, you reckon anything could be made alright.

"Good lad," He murmurs once your face has dried, your breathing evened. "Ain't nothing gonna hurt you. None of us are fixin' to kick you out, now, we picked you up and brought you 'long for a reason. You're a good kid. We're gonna make it out of here, go west...West of this mess. We'll be alright."

You cling to him like a babe to his mother, no shame befalling you. Nor should there be. Hosea's hand pats the back of your head, a warm embrace to remind you that you will forever fall back into someone's welcome arms. Then, the smell of food pervades your senses. "Good. Now, how ‘bout we get you somethin’ warm in that belly of yours?" Hosea nudges the plate toward you. "Made you a fine dinner. Can’t let it go cold, now. Happy birthday, son." The fish is crisp, the green beans lightly sweet, and a perfect contrast to the salt of fish. It's a good birthday meal, in addition to that bound journal Arthur got you, and the crown of flowers Jack made you. This will pass, as everything does, you realize. Things will be okay.

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Request Archive

[mii-qrs]

BFDI - TPOT Catchprases for Tomodachi Life

Firey - LEAK! Leafy - So, enjoy it! Bubble - Yoylecake! Flower - I will crush you! Spongy - Uh oh! Rocky - Bleh! Ice Cube - I want revenge! David - Aw, seriously? Pencil - Flower's really afraid of bugs! TB - No arms is NO excuse. Blocky - Hey guys! For a Prank… Pen - PEN ISLAND NO SPACES ALL CAPS! Eraser - WHICH IS??? Match - Yeah, I know! She was so surprised. Snowball - No one tells ME what to do! Coiny - You're so easy to Slap! GB - 5.263%! Teardrop - … Needle - Don't call me Needy! Pin - You need a heroic leader like me! Woody - AAAAAH! 8-Ball - I LIKE THAT VERSE Balloony - WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? Barf Bag - throwing Forks Basketball - Imagine not caring about shapes Bell - SOMEBODY MAKE HIM DIE!!! Bomby - OH NO FIREY Book - I'm a Dictionary Clock - Watchers are wannabes. Cloudy - HEY, MY WINTHOW! Dora - dadadadadada Eggy - THAT word around me? Fanny - I HATE YOU! Fires - Get digging viewer Grassy - I'm Grassy! Marker - I'm washable! Naily - I nailed it! Nickel - New Coiny Pie - She's not powerful enough. Pillow - Hah Remote - I'M RECHARGED! RF - i'Ll CrUsH yOu! Roboty - Beep Ruby - I assassinated them! Saw - EIGHT Taco - JAWBREAKER!! Tree - FUNNY PLANT TV - Mechanical Minds 9-Ball - hard to spell Anchor - Mean, but… true. Avocado - maybe you should learn Battery - JUST SHUT U- Blender - Time out! Boom Mic - bam Camera - See you in post production! Clapborad - Looks like it's curtains for us. Conch Shell - Bom Discy - Finally! ITRD - Womp Womp. K. Sink - Dish! Leek - no nickname for me? Nonexisty - 「ゆるしません」 Onigirl - Bam! PDA - figure out how much! Price Tag - I said about Winner Rubber Spatula - Nobody likes me! Salt Lamp - click! Scissors - I make cuts all the time! Shampoo - thank my voters Shopping Cart - So I win!? Snare Drum - Leave us all alone! Tape - you're stuck with me! VHSy - Old Times Winner - MYSELF for now.

[lemondemonpickuplines]

you, yes YOU could become the next greatest LD pickup artist! that is, if you have a couple free minutes and are a fucking loser. just like me! submit your pickup lines today!

to jumpstart your beautiful and creative minds, I've made a list of songs that are yet to have a line under the cutoff. Remember, though, we're only Lemon Demon in name - you're also welcome to post about a Mouth song, a YouTube video, or anything else that speaks to you and that Neil Cicierega is a part of. GOOD LUCK!

Error

Bowling Alley

Wrong

Hazel's Modus Operandi

Idiot Control Now

Pepper and Salt

Holy Bison Beaks

Fire Motif

Elsewhere

Hydroelectric Viking

The Saga of You

Mr Wolfgang

Destructo

Fly Straight

Oz Explodes

Booja Jabooja

Chu Chu Rocket

Switzerland**

Birdhouse In Your Soul

Mold en Mono

What's In The Toaster

Sunbeam Light Show Flower Seed

Musical Chairs

Matches and Nails**

Relativity

Fancy Pants Manifesto

Go To Hollywood

Sick Puppy**

Almond

Bad Idea

Behold the FUTURE

Not Applicable

Roman Robot Statues

Run, Harry, Run

Take a Picture

There's a Robot in My Head

Dead Sea Monkeys

What Will Happen Will Happen

Subtle Oddities

Gonna Dig up Alec Guinness**

Smell Like a Cookie All Day

Eventuality

March of the Living Figments

Lollipops

Bicycle Race

Fuzzy

Bottom Line

Sky Blue Up

I Want to Wake Up

Stampy

Zero Gravity

Mothers All Over the World

Pirate in a Box

How To Poop

Neil.soul

Dinosaurchestra Part One

Archaeopteryx**

This Hyper World

The Too Much Song

Stick Stickly

Princess Unicorn Bunny Kitten Angel

Abraham Lincoln's Head

Funniest

Snakes On a Plane

Turkeys

Kaleidoskull

Gadzooks**

The Afternoon**

Nightmare Fuel

The Wiggles Hate Each Other In Real Life

You Got a Toothache

320x200

Strangelet

Today's Secret Word

While My Keytar Gently Weeps

Treasure Map

Creepy

Super Hey Ya

Prelude to Presents

Spiral of Ants

Geocities

Angelfire

Gravitron

Moon's Request

Cat Hacks

Kubrick and the Beast

WIERDNESS

Everybody Likes You

Christmas Dog

Clark Kent

Degrassi

eBaum's World Dot Com

Fly Away

Happiest Shit Ever

Sorry For the Text Posts

Experiments in VOPM

Happy Songs

Hydoelectric Viking Funeral

It's Gonna Get Weird

Illemonama Polkarama

Magic Dance

MyNewSong

Pokerap

Prince Ali

Robo

Vanilla

Wiry Song

Wolfden Radio

Yellowfish

Zip-up Rap

**the songs with asterisks may or may not already have lines. my blog is old enough now that I struggle to comb through the whole thing, and tagging isn't always perfect. don't worry about re-using a song, though; as long as it's not an egregious duplication of an existing post, you're alright.

also, I only post every few days, so forgive me if it takes a while to get to your submission. sometimes I don't post lines until months after they've been sent in, so if you've submitted and I haven't posted, it may just be lost in my ass-long queue. or i just don't think it's very good. but you have no way of knowing, do you.

[stellerssong]

Last Line Challenge

tagged by @two-hands-toward-the-sun to post the last line (or, like, chunk, if we're being indulgent) i added to a wip! for my own part, tagging @eri-223, @sunsorbit, @honeyteacakes, @subjectsix, hi kip, uh...i don't know who else hasn't done this who wants to...so like. if you're seeing this, now is your chance! tell them i twisted your arm! tell them you had no choice!

and god damn, wouldn't you know it, the last wip i was digging around in is for a fandom i know for a certainty no one here is interested in. so we'll make it a twofer, just to keep the people hyped up.

first off, a loose sequel to my extremely normal P6 + P7 au for Control (2019, Remedy Games):

“So here the boy is, crying, sad, because that’s his only knife, and when you’re just a nobody-shepherd good knives don’t come easy, so he’s thinking, ai, what am I gonna do, I can’t just go and buy a new knife, my moneypurse is dead as the stone. And the tears fall down in the river, plash, plash, plash. Salt in the good sweet water and all. And the god of the river tastes them, and—” “The what of the river?” “Jahaa.” Ahti gives Jesse a sly smile, like a fox in a picture book. “Your funny man didn’t teach you that word?” “No. What’s it mean?” “Hmm. It’s like a—big man. Or lady. Or both. Or neither. Who got a big job to do. And all the little people, running around under his feet, they tell the god, hey, now, I need your help with this and with that. And the god, well—sometimes he helps, and sometimes he doesn’t, but the important thing for him, and the thing what makes him what he is, is the big job. Making the winds to blow, and the tides to rise, and the sun to rise in the east and set in the west, and the dark to come in at night.” “Casper says the sun rises and sets because of plan-et-ary ro-tay-shun.” “Plan-et-ary ro-tay-shun, saatana,” Ahti grunts. “Your Casper says a lot of things, eh? Some of them might be true, even. Smart man, smart, smart man. But he wasn’t there when the boy dropped his knife in the river. So you gonna believe him, or Ahti?” “Were you there when the boy dropped his knife in the river?” Ahti fox-smiles, and doesn’t answer.

AND, for your trouble, the next bit of the mansand werewolves au, where Dream is, as always, having some kind of a motherfucking day:

“Is…everything all right?” “Yes.” “Do you need a minute, or—?” “That might be for the best, thank you. Just sorting out a few things.” She squeezes Dream’s right paw, and Dream knows to his bones that she’s just trying to hide the fur and claws there, but the weak little creature deep down inside of him lets out a happy whine at the comfort of her touch. “We won’t be long. And you’re welcome to ask Tiffany to help sort the request items if she can mind the front desk while she does it. We’re a little short-staffed at the moment. Gearing up for finals, you know.” “Right. Yeah, no, of course.” Gwen takes a nervous step back. “I’ll, um—I think I’ll get started on the requests on my own, actually. It’s not that much material. And if I pull Tiffany right now, we’re gonna have masters’ students climbing over the front desk to steal each other’s holds when they think we’re not looking.” “It’s surprising how aggressive they get, sometimes,” Lucienne agrees mildly. “Though I’ve had some dark nights of the soul myself when I couldn’t turn up what I needed on JSTOR, so perhaps it’s not my place to judge.” “Been there, babe.”

[vid-writes]

Owning Her Ch. 3

As always this story is for adults only!

Not only that but it contains lots of graphic BDSM content that most won't enjoy so if you don't want to encounter this story then please block the tag #TW Owning Her

"You know you are the worst," Luíza Morias said as she chucked a fry at Vivian. Vivian giggled as it bounced off her nose and landed in her lap. They sat in a bustling small cafe that was decorated in old-timey gothic regalia. Their chairs were small thrones, and every table had red, black, or purple cloth-lined mini thrones at them. Bold chandeliers in gold with bits of the paint flecking off lit up the room just enough to keep the customers awake. At each table, a plant was situated either on the surface or nearby without being in the way of traffic. Their current table had an ivy plant in the center whose tendrils had grown wildly off the table but controlled enough to span it like a natural runner over the blood-red tablecloth.

"How am I the worst this time?" Vivian asked as she plucked the fry off her suit pants and popped it in her mouth.

"You're living the dream," Luíza exclaimed as she grabbed her drink. "You've got a hot guy who makes a lot of money, he's really into some kinky shit, he pampers you and buys your clothes, and you don't have to ever ask for sex. It's just always right there."

Vivian laughed as her best friend crossed her light brown arms over her chest, causing her breasts to squish and touch her chin.

"Hey, it's not my fault he decided my customer service was so good that he had to break another device just to talk to me again." Luíza stuck out her tongue and tossed several pink and yellow braids over her shoulder. Vivian loved how Luíza changed out her braid colors with the seasons.

"Well, you said you wanted to talk about your recent punishment over lunch, so spill," Luíza demanded as Vivian bit into her turkey sandwich.

So Vivian did just that. She told Luíza everything, and by the time she finished, the little old ladies two tables away were leaning in to listen closer.

"Ugh," Luíza groaned. "The absolute worst."

After lunch, Vivian was heading back to her office when she got a text from her boss.

Sudden and urgent board meeting. Everyone is dismissed for the day.

Vivian smiled as she tucked her phone back into her purse. With a plan to spend the afternoon napping, she headed directly for her car. She even made sure to set her alarm for thirty minutes before Greyson would be off of work.

If traffic allowed, she could get in a good three hours once home.

"I feel like another hunt," Greyson said as a greeting when he pushed open the apartment door at precisely five-thirty that evening.

Vivian looked up from where she knelt on her pink pillow as excitement buzzed underneath her skin.

"That sounds fun, Sir," she replied.

Greyson smiled, causing his rare dimples to show on his golden cheeks.

"Dinner first, and then we go play," he added as he strode past her into the kitchen. Vivian remained on her knees as he started to dig out what he needed for dinner. Greyson rarely cooked, but when he did, she usually serviced him.

She loved to cook in that kitchen, which was colored similarly to the living room but with more notes of Vivian in the room than anywhere else in the house save for her bedroom. Amongst all the creams, browns, and whites of the appliances, counters, and cabinets were bits of cottage core stuff—a mushroom-shaped spoon rest laid on the stovetop. Frog-shaped salt and pepper shakers sat next to the stove. A bowl shaped like the sliced open cap of a toadstool held fruits on the bar counter. And a bunch of flower-shaped stools crowded along the massive bartop counter.

"Come in here; I need help," he commanded like always.

She walked into the kitchen to find him chopping up vegetables with his hips far enough away from the counter that she could fit. Vivian knelt beside him and waited.

After he chopped up the tomatoes and put them in a bowl, he finally spoke up, "My cock is aching, and I can't focus on cooking when it hurts like this. Come be a good girl and suck me off so I can focus."

Vivian slid into the space for her and pulled down his jeans, making sure to bring his briefs down, too. His cock sprang free and slapped her in the face causing her to moan. Not wanting to waste time, Vivian grabbed the base of his cock and swallowed it down in seconds.

When her nose was squished against the flesh just above his cock Greyson groaned in approval. He pushed his hips forward until her head got trapped between his cock and the cabinet behind it. Vivian wanted to groan but knew wasting oxygen was pointless- his hips weren't moving until he wanted them to. She wouldn't be getting any more oxygen until he deemed her worthy of it.

So she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked tightly as her tongue laved over every inch it could reach. The seconds ticked by feeling like minutes, hours, and still, Greyson didn't move. When Vivian started to see black spots, his hips pulled back enough to allow her to draw in ragged breaths through her nose.

But that didn't last long before he was hammering his cock down her throat. Her head bounced off the cabinet from the force as Greyson continued to chop vegetables. There was a brief moment of silence in which he suffocated her on his cock again, and then they were moving.

His hand tangled in her hair and dragged her along until her back pressed against the oven door. She heard the click of a knob turning on the stove burners, and then he was fucking her throat again. Vivian groaned as she sucked his cock tightly and licked all the throbbing veins she could feel. Just when she thought he was going to bust, he stopped again.

With her head swimming from a lack of oxygen, Vivian finally fell into that sweet headspace of pure release. Release from control, from her job, from anything that demanded she do anything other than be used by Greyson. And it nearly made her come.

When Greyson finally started riding her face again, the smell of roasting vegetables filled the air and conflicted her. She was now both horny and hungry. Damn him.

As Vivian's head bounced off the oven door from the force of Greyson's thrusts, he finally stuttered and stilled. His load spilled down her throat, and she eagerly swallowed. She continued to swallow as he pulled his cock from her mouth, refusing to waste a single drop.

"Thank you for your help, kitten," he cooed. "You may return to your pillow until dinner is ready."

Vivian tucked his cock back into his clothes at his dismissal and returned to her spot to wait.

"All your screaming from me plowing you into the coffee table got the attention of one of the neighbors last night," Greyson casually said as they sat at the table for dinner. Vivian blushed. Most of their neighbors weren't close enough to hear her, save for one. A single gorgeous redhead with an hourglass figure and freckles Vivian secretly hoped extended to more intimate areas underneath her clothes. "She said she wants to watch tomorrow night."

"Oh?" Vivian speared a piece of chicken with her fork.

"She said she wants us to leave the window to our bedroom open tomorrow night so she can sneak up, push open the curtain, and watch," he explained with a fire in his eyes.

"What did you tell her?" Vivian asked.

"I said I would have to see how you feel about it since you're barely into exhibitionism." He cleared the last of his plate before she spoke up.

"I would be okay with something like that."

"Thought you would," he winked. "That's why I brought it up."

Vivian felt her stomach flutter but immediately squashed it. This relationship was sex and nothing more. She couldn't allow it to be.

"Come on, we've got a hunt to get to," he said as he pushed back from the table. "You can do the dishes tomorrow since you're off. After that, you can play your Switch as much as you want."

Greyson had been chasing Vivian for ten minutes when she finally saw him over her shoulder. Usually, when he gave her a five-minute head start, he caught up within a minute. His lazy stroll as she jogged let her know why he was dragging this out, enjoying it.

She grinned as she ducked underneath a tree branch and swiped away the spiderwebs plastered to her face. If she hadn't been used to this happening, she would have shrieked, but instead, she rounded a tree into a clearing that made her hesitate. Greyson might be taking his time, but clearings like this always tripped Vivian up and made her debate which direction to go.

This time, she stumbled forward and turned left. Her sneakers pounded into the dead leaves as she started to move faster. The snapping of several branches in the clearing that she missed signaled that Greyson had indeed found her trail.

Vivian cursed under her breath as she stopped behind a broad pine tree to catch her breath.

She tried to breathe quietly- so she could listen for Greyson, but the last of the cicadas from summer screamed in these trees. As she pushed off the tree with her Master nowhere in sight, she was sure she had lost him for now.

Confidence filled her veins as she walked quickly through the underbrush ahead. Not paying attention, she slammed into something warm and firm.

"You act like I don't know these woods like the back of my hands just as well as you do," Greyson purred in her ear as his strong arms wrapped around her.

His short brown hair brushed her cheek as he nuzzled it.

"My little rabbit, all snatched up by the big bad wolf," he teased. Vivian shuddered as she clung to his shirt. "Time for me to devour you." She felt something cold press into her side. "Don't move, or I'll hurt you," he added.

Methodically, Greyson used his sharpened fishing knife to cut away her clothes. Vivian would have objected because she loved this tracksuit- but kept still and silent. The occasional intentional scratch of the blade across her skin made her moan. It was never enough to make her bleed but enough to inflict pain and leave a temporary mark.

When all her clothes were in pieces on the wooded floor, Greyson circled her like a wolf.

Vivian looked down to see some of the scratches Greyson's knife had left and shuddered. She loved being marked up like this.

Before she could register it, he pounced on her. He caught them as they fell, and she barely felt the impact. Greyson wasted no time in finding her clit and stroking it in fast circles. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sudden jolt of pleasure before she moaned loudly.

His mouth closed over one of Vivian's nipples as the other hand pinched the other one. All of a sudden, pleasure made her come right away. Greyson worked her up like this through three more orgasms before he stopped.

His body was off hers long enough that she noticed the woods were completely dark and almost eerily silent. Before she could think about it for too long, his cock pushed against her entrance.

In one harsh thrust, he filled her pussy and almost had her screaming.

When he pulled out slowly and lazily, Vivian thought she might pass away. And then again, Greyson filled her with one sharp thrust. When he pulled back out just as slowly as before, she knew this was the pace he had chosen.

Torture. This was torture.

His hips snapped again, filling her aching pussy, and she cried out with need. Need to be drilled into. Need to be pounded until she couldn't remember her name. She hated slow sex. It allowed her to think.

Yet Greyson continued at his pace. A quick drive-in and a slow slide-out. Over and over again until he came.

And then he growled almost as fiercely as any stray dog she had encountered in these woods.

Quickly, he flipped Vivian onto her stomach and pulled up her hips, and with a thrust harsher than before, he filled her clenching hole again. She wildly moaned as he snatched her wrists and pinned them to her back.

Greyson moved then in those fast and rough thrusts she loved. The ones that made her see the stars, and she nearly cried with relief.

His hips slammed into the bruises on her ass from last night, and she winced, but the pain only made her come faster. When she came down from that orgasm, he wrapped his hand around her throat and used it to guide her on his cock. Still rough. Still fast.

The lack of blood flow to her brain made her lightheaded and dizzy. Vivian's next orgasm made her see dancing white spots, but Greyson wasn't letting up. His cock kept slamming home, guided by his hand on her throat as the other hand started to torture her clit.

She was moaning constantly like an animal in heat as Greyson drove into her. When he came the second time, she came right with him. Their joined orgasm drove her into another one before the first had even finished.

Her body went limp in his grip, but still, he plowed into her pussy relentlessly. His cock driving into her cervix was almost too painful, but he kept pushing. Greyson squeezed her throat tighter as his fingers wended deeper circles into her clit.

Vivian screamed as she came and didn't stop. Orgasm after orgasm tore through her, and she loved it when he made her do this, made her come wildly and uncontrollably- it was freeing.

When he finally came for the third time, Vivian collapsed into the leaves beneath her.

"Guatemala," she panted out.

"Too much?" He asked.

"Too much in a good way," Vivian croaked as Greyson pulled his cock out of her aching core slowly.

"I will carry you then." He scooped her up and used one hand to turn on the flashlight. "And don't worry, I have spare clothes in the car for you," he added as they headed to the car.

"Thank you, Sir," she mumbled as she rested her head on his chest.

"You're welcome, kitten." He dropped a kiss to her forehead as he kept moving. "Good job using your safe word when you needed it."

Pride burned in Vivian's chest as the car appeared before them. And she knew a nice bath and lots of cuddles awaited her at home, along with any food or games she wanted. Safe wording was something Greyson took seriously, and he always rewarded and cared for her after she did.

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[mytastessuck]

Wormwood: Curious Stories From The Bible

Did you know The Bible is pretty messed up when you actually read it? The Residents did...and it got them fucked up when they went on tour. The Residents wanted talk about the darker stories from The Bible not to condemn them but to open a dialogue and create a greater understanding on them. How do you think people reacted to that in the late 90s? You're on the "piss on the poor" site, you do the math. They got their shows cancelled out of nowhere, objects would be thrown at them on stage (One of the Eyeball guys, Nolan Cook, had to leave after a rock was thrown through his mask)...it was a bad time. Is the content of the music worth the reaction? No. But I'm curious anyway so let's continue.

In The Beginning

if you needed an instrumental for the Book of Genesis, look no further. Perfectly competent.

8/10

2. Fire Fall

A creepy tune getting in the head of Lot, watching his city burn and his wife turn to salt. Rough day for him...and it's worse when you know it's only get rougher.

8/10

3. They Are The Meat

An ethereal tune about what to expect when you sleep on your side, as provided by the prophet Ezekiel. Nice and anti-soothing.

8/10

4. Melancholy Clumps

A nice organ theme for Noah building his ark. Weird harmony for a man working by himself...but I can dig it.

7/10

5. How To Get A Head

Molly bringing the pain in this song about one of the more underrated Bible stories, Salome requesting the head of John The Baptist. Hot, sensual and filled with the right amount of guilt from Salome herself. Perfect meal.

9/10

6. Cain And Abel

Can't have a collection of the darker stories from the Bible without Cain and Abel. And this is appropriately disturbing enough to earn its place with the rest. Discordant keys puts you in the head of a jealous brother correctly.

8/10

7. Mr. Misery

The tale of the weeping prophet, Jeremiah, set to a nice dance beat. It's toe-tappingly tragic!

9/10

8. Tent Peg In The Temple

A more obscure story from The Bible, this concerns the commander Sisera being hammered through the skull by his enemy's wife, Jael when he stupidly accepted her offer to come into her tent when he was fleeing a losing battle.. Wild stuff, sexual song, good music.

9/10

9. God's Magic Finger

This one's about King Belshazzar, that guy with the Hanging Gardens and such who had God write on the wall for him. An almost disco beat for a mystic tale.

9/10

10. Spilling The Seed

Those of you who are familiar with the Bible's weirder tales already know who's this about by looking at the title: Onan. The guy who pulled out instead of busting inside his dead brother's widow in order to continue the bloodline. Yeah. And now we honor him to this day by using him as an artsy-fartsy way of saying masturbation. Good job, pal.

9/10

11. Dinah And The Unclean Skin

This story, that I have to remember to tag for, is about the assault of Dinah by some prince leading her brothers to lead an all-out rampage on the kingdom for revenge. Harrowing story...and of course it's sexual. A lot of these songs are.

8/10

12. Bathsheba Bathes

King David singing about wanting to bust in his soon-to-be wife, who he's planning on taking from her enemy commander husband. Pretty creepy.

8/10

13. Bridegroom Of Blood

Hey, so...Moses was straight-up jumped by God and his wife only saved him by cutting their son's foreskin off. So...that's a biblical story. A lot crying here.

8/10

14. Hanging By His Hair

My favorite song from the album, probably because of the nostalgic value. When I was a kid, the story of Absalom turning against his father was my personal favorite "strange" Bible story. Mostly because of the imagery of Absalom being caught in the tree by his hair and killed. I also love the lyric of "Fuck you, Father!". It's so..."yeah, that's what this is about".

10/10

15. The Seven Ugly Cows

Joseph and his visions in this song. No technicolor dreamcoat here; you're stuck with the cows. Live with it.

8/10

16. Burn Baby Burn

I actually saw a video of this being performed live. It's actually rather beautiful. Look:

It's about Jephthah sacrificing his daughter, in case you're wondering.

9/10

17. KILL HIM!

This song is about what Abraham might have been thinking when he was told to kill his son by God, which is making a good song by default because The Residents are in their element when they're in a crazy guy's head. Very threatening.

9/10

18. I Hate Heaven

Based on the Song of Solomon, this tune is nice and gentle and god, this woman sounds depressed in my ears. She really is experiencing the backlash of wisdom.

8/10

19. Judas Saves

You know, it's a not-too-uncommon belief that Judas saved everyone by betraying Jesus Christ. Dude couldn't have gotten on the cross without him, after all. In some texts, they even say that Judas was instructed to betray Jesus by Jesus himself. This song reminds us that Christians owe their souls to humanity's greatest traitor. And it's pretty catchy.

9/10

20. Revelation

If you need an instrumental for the end times, you need these guys. Fire, brimstone, horses...everything you need. Perfect threat.

9/10

Album score: 80/100

Next time is Roadworms: The Berlin Sessions. Think those are from the live shows. Should be fun.

[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch. 9

GIFs not mine. Credit go to owners.

Summary: Willy shows his guests the Inventing Room. And Violet’s gum chewing comes back to bite her in the butt.

A/N: This is where it starts getting really fluffy between Rose and Willy.

Tagging: @holdmeicant​ @willymywonkers​

Willy got out of the boat first so he could usher everyone out of it. Rose was the last one to step off, and being the clumsy girl she was, she managed to trip over her feet. Luckily, she was caught by a pair of arms.

"It's alright, starshine" Willy whispered to Rose.  "I've got you"

"Thanks" She muttered softly to him, looking up at the face of her saviour. Her heart began to beat faster when she realized how close their faces were. The tips of their noses were touching.

It felt like it was only them in their own little world until the sound of someone clearing their throat reeled them back into reality. Rose and Willy turned their heads to see everyone staring weirdly at them. Well, everyone except for Charlie who had a wide grin on his face.

The two lovebirds stepped away from each other. Rose walked over to Charlie. She could feel a set of eyes glaring into the back of her head. She turned her head to see Mrs Beauregarde's eyes flared with jealousy. Rose just decided to ignore the woman for now. The door to the Inventing Room opened, and Willy led everyone inside.

Rose's eyes lit up in fascination when she saw all the machines and flasks, the smoke and colourful liquids. "Now this is the most important room in the entire factory!" Willy explained and then he cautioned. "Now, everyone enjoy yourselves, but just don't touch anything. Okay? Go on!"

Every child was quick to run off, except for Charlie. He looked up at Rose, and she gave him a nod with a smile. Charlie then walked off. He was definitely the most behaved child here, well, the only behaved child. Rose went off to do some exploring of her own. She felt the presence of someone come to stand next to her. She turned her head to see Willy.

"Does anything in particular catch your eye?" He asked her curiously, playfully bumping his shoulder against hers.

"It's hard to say" Rose said, smiling up at him. "Everything here is so fascinating" A smile danced across Willy's lips. He was glad the girl was enjoying herself. He looked down to see that their hands were nearly touching. Rose didn't seem to notice yet though. He was about to make a bold move, and lace their fingers together, but the moment was ruined.

"Hey, Mr Wonka! What's this?" Violet called loudly from a pool with windows which she and Mike were looking at. Oompa-Loompas were swimming inside it.

Willy pursed his lips in annoyance, glancing in the child's direction. He just wanted one uninterrupted moment with Rose. "Oh! Let me show you!" Willy's annoyance was replaced with excitement when he saw what Violet and Mike were standing by. He walked over, and an Oompa-Loompa emerged from the water. He handed Willy a red ball. "Thank you!" He said the Oompa-Loompa. Everyone gathered around Willy to hear what he had to say. "These are Everlasting Gobstoppers. They're for children who are given very little allowance money. You can suck on it all year, and it'll never get any smaller. Isn't that neat?"

"It's like gum" Violet compared.

"No" Willy disagreed. "Gum is for chewing. And if you tried chewing one of these Gobstoppers, you'd break all your little teeth off" He admired the piece of candy wearing a proud smile. "They sure do taste terrific"

He walked off to the next machine and everybody followed after him. "And this is Hair Toffee" He picked up a piece of candy that looked similar to chewy caramel. "You suck down one of these little boogers, and in exactly half an hour, a brand new crop of hair will start growing out all over the top of your little noggin. And a moustache. And a beard"

"Who wants a beard?" Mike asked, clearly not impressed.

"Well," Willy paused a moment as he thought of an answer. "Beatniks for one. Folk singers and motorbike riders. You know, all those hip, jazzy, super cool, neat, keen, and groovy cats. It's in the fridge daddy-o. Are you hep to the jive? Can you dig what I'm laying down? I knew that you could. Slide me some skin, soul brother!" Willy stretched his hand out to Mike, waiting for the boy to give him five. Mike didn't, he just glanced weirdly at the man. Willy pulled his hand back when he realized Mike wasn't going to do anything.

"Unfortunately, the mixture isn't quite right yet because an Oompa-Loompa tried some yesterday, and well, he...." As if on cue, an Oompa-Loompa resembling Cousin Itt walked over. He had hair all over, it was a wonder he could even see where he was going. "How are you today?" Willy asked the Oompa-Loompa. It held up two thumbs. "You look great!"

Then finally, Willy led everyone over to a machine where an Oompa-Loompa had dumped various foods into it. "Watch this!" Willy said excitedly and then pulled on a lever.

The machine whirred and buzzed, bubbled and smoked, until it was finished and dispensed the finishing product. A stick of gum. Violet took it and examined it.

"You mean that's it?" Mike said, unimpressed yet again.

"Do you even know what it is?" Willy mocked Mike's tone.

"It's gum" Violet stated.

"Yeah! It's a stick of the most amazing and sensational gum in the whole universe! Know why? Know why?"

Rose could tell how excited Willy was about the gum so she decided to play along with him. "Why is it the most amazing and sensational gum?" She asked, tilting her head curiously.

"This gum is a full three course dinner all by itself!"

"Why would anyone want that?" Mr Salt asked.

Willy reached into his coat pockets and grabbed the flash cards. He flipped through them until he found the right one, and began to read from it. "It'll be the end of all kitchens and all cooking. Just a little strip of Wonka's magic chewing gum and that is all you will ever need at breakfast, lunch and dinner. This piece of gum happens to be tomato soup, roast beef and blueberry pie"

"It sounds great!" Rose said.

"It sounds weird" Veruca judged.

"It sounds like my kind of gum" Violet decided. She took out the piece of gum she was currently chewing, and stuck it behind her ear. Rose cringed at the little blonde girl. That was utterly disgusting, and she was surprised that Violet didn't get the stuff stuck in her hair.

"I'd rather you didn't" Willy warned. "There's still one or two things that are—"

Violet interrupted him. "I'm the world record holder in chewing gum. I'm not afraid of anything!" She shoved the fresh stick of gum in her mouth, all while Mrs Beauregarde was smiling pridefully at her daughter.

Violet began chewing and Mrs Beauregarde asked her, "How is it, honey?"

"It's amazing! Tomato soup! I can feel it running down my throat!"

"Yeah!" Willy nodded and smiled nervously. "Spit it out!"

Rose even tried getting Violet to stop. "Young lady, I think you'd better—"

She was rudely interrupted by Violet as the gum changed tastes. "It's changing! Roast beef with baked potato! Crispy skin and butter!"

"Keep chewing, kiddo!" Mrs Beauregarde encouraged her daughter. Rose rolled her eyes. She was just as bad as her daughter. "My little girls gonna be the first person in the world to have a chewing gum meal!"

"Yeah," Willy said, still feeling anxious. "I'm just a little concerned about the—"

"Blueberry pie and ice cream!" Violet said.

"That part"

Veruca noticed something odd. "What's happening to her nose?" Everyone looked at Violet to see what Veruca was talking about. A little speck of blue appeared on the tip of Violet's nose and very quickly began to spread.

"It's turning blue!" Mr Salt exclaimed.

Violet looked up at her mother. "Your whole nose has gone purple!" Mrs Beauregarde said.

"What do you mean?" Violet asked as she touched her nose.

"Violet, you're turning violet!" Violet's eyes widened in fright as she looked at Willy. Mrs Beauregarde looked at him as well and asked, "What's happening?"

"Well, I told you I hadn't quite got it right 'cause it goes a little funny when it gets to the dessert" Willy explained. "It's the blueberry pie that does it. I'm terribly sorry" He ducked down and hid behind the machine.

Violet's whole face had gone blue, and now her hands and hair were turning blue as well. The colour change was even affecting her clothes. "Mother, what's happening to me?" Violet asked, feeling horrified as she looked at her hand. Everyone backed away from her. If the colour change wasn't bad enough, Violet also started to engorge.

"She's swelling up!" Rose noted.

"Like a blueberry!" Charlie added.

Once Violet was completely blown up, Willy appeared from behind Mrs Beauregarde. He spooked her as he told her. "I've tried it on like twenty Oompa-Loompas, and each one ended up as a blueberry. It's just weird!"

"But I can't have a blueberry as a daughter!" Mrs Beauregarde shook her head at him. "How is she supposed to compete?"

"That's what you're concerned about?" Rose asked the woman, completely appalled. "Honestly, your daughter is blue and as a big as a hot air balloon, and the thing you're worried about is competitions? Maybe if you had been a better parent, then--"

"Don't you tell me how to parent my child!" Mrs Beauregarde snapped at Rose. Rose flinched a her tone, but she decided against arguing with her any further.

"You could put her in a county fair!" Veruca chirped, a little too happy about the situation.

Suddenly, the machines in the room began making a rhythm. Rose knew that the Oompa-Loompas were going to start singing again, and she was excited to hear them. Some Oompa-Loompas emerged from the smoke and they began to sing. Willy started dancing to the song, and Rose couldn't help but dance too.

Listen close, and listen hard,

The tale of Violet Beauregarde

This dreadful girl she sees no wrong

Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long.chewing,

Chewing all day long.

Chewing, chewing all day long.

She goes on chewing till at last

Her chewing muscles go so fast.

And from her face her giant chin

Sticks out just like a violin

Chewing, chewing all day long. chewing,

Chewing all day long.

Chewing, chewing all day long

For years and years she chews away

Her jaw gets stronger every day.

And with one great tremendous chew

They bite the poor girls tongue in two

And that is why we try so hard

To save miss Violet Beauregarde

Chewing, chewing all day long chewing,

Chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing all day long

As the song ended, Willy kept dancing, and an angry Mrs Beauregarde approached him. The look she had on her face was one of pure anger. When he noticed Mrs Beauregarde, he stopped dancing and looked at the Oompa-Loompa that approached. "I want you to roll Miss Beauregarde into the boat and take her along to the Juicing Room at once, okay?"

The Oompa-Loompa crossed its arms over its chest. "The Juicing Room?" Mrs Beauregarde repeated. "What are they gonna do to her there?"

"They're gonna squeeze her!" Willy answered with a wild grin. "Like a little pimple!" Mrs Beauregarde's eyes widened and her mouth opened in horror. "We gotta squeeze all that juice out of her immediately"

Without another word, Mrs Beauregarde ran over to help the Oompa-Loompas push Violet out of the room. Willy faced everyone. "Come on, let's boogie!" He beckoned. Everyone began moving along, but Rose was stopped when she felt Willy gently grab her arm. She looked at him to see him smiling wildly at her. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands!"

"Okay" She said. Rose closed her eyes, cupped her hands together and held them out. She could feel something being dropped in her hand. Her hands closed together around whatever had been put in her palms. Then she could feel a pair of hands wrap around her own. Her hands were being guided until she felt something soft brush against the back of one of her hands.

That's when she opened her eyes to see Willy pressing a gentle kiss to her hand. Rose's lips parted slightly, and her eyes locked with his. The two of them shared an intense stare. Willy released her hands and he smirked at her. "Come along, starshine"

Willy walked off. That's when Rose looked down at her hands to see what he had given her. It was the Everlasting Gobstopper. She grinned at the candy and started walking again.