#I’ll answer that ask with part two so you can see the original prompt

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❄️ WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 13 - Alexia Putellas ❄️

Alexia Putellas x Reader ( actor ) | WC: 1190

Dec. 13 prompt - surprise visit after thinking they’d be apart on Christmas

-> all translations from google!

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

Being an actor was fun, you got to spend hours playing someone new and traveling the world to film or do press. Acting brought you a lot of success throughout your career thus far and it was exciting to see where you would go. The main downfall though was having to spend multiple months on location filming which meant being away from your loved ones.

Sometimes filming continued through the holidays, meaning you might be missing spending Christmas with your girlfriend, Alexia. You and Alexia had met while you were filming a different project in Spain, you had bumped into each other literally at a club. The Barça girls were out celebrating another El Clásico win while you and some cast mates were out celebrating the end of filming. Neither of you were paying attention to where you were walking and ran into each other, spilling the contents of your drink on the midfielder. 

You had apologized multiple times with Alexia assuring you each time that it was okay. You had offered her your jacket to cover up the liquid stain showing on her shirt, which she took after asking you to let her get you another drink. This was three years ago and since then the two of you have spent as much time together when your jobs allowed for it. Most of your time was spent in Barcelona since it was easier for you to travel but there were times when Alexia would join you on set for a few days if she could.

It was currently two days before Christmas and filming for your current film was taking longer than expected due to some set malfunctions. These delays kept you from flying to Spain from Australia as you originally planned which hurt both you and Alexia. With the season in full swing, it was hard for either of you to see one another and you were determined to spend some time together during the break Alexia had from club football.

You had been in contact with Alexia’s sister Alba after you told Alexia that you didn’t think you'd be able to leave set for a few days for the holidays. You hated seeing her upset and started forming a plan to surprise her the moment the call ended. You didn’t care if you got in trouble with the producers or director, what were they going to do? Fire you? You were the leading actor in the movie, they couldn’t do that.

It was difficult trying to get a flight on such short notice but after a long flight from Australia, you were waiting for your luggage in Barcelona. The only flight you could find was set to arrive in Spain on Christmas morning so you figured it would be the best Christmas surprise for Alexia. After claiming your bags, you quickly got a cab to take you to Alexia’s place where you knew she would be with her mother and sister.

Standing outside of Alexia’s door, you were eager to see her again, the last time you saw Alexia was after Spain won the World Cup in August. You pulled out your phone to text Alba that you were at the door, not wanting to knock and alert Alexia of your presence just yet.

Y/N:

Hola chica! ¡Estoy aquí! (i’m here!)

Alba:

Vale, ¡dame un minuto! (okay! Give me a minute!)

You stood patiently outside the door, waiting for the younger of the two sisters to answer the door, completely unaware of the conversations happening inside.

“¿A quién le envías mensajes, Alba? (who are you texting, Alba?)”  Eli questioned, her youngest daughter too preoccupied with her phone to be a part of the conversation.

“Nadie. Ya vuelvo. (nobody. I’ll be right back.)” Alba responded as she stood up from her place on the couch to make her way to the front door.

Alexia and Eli shared a look as the youngest of the trio left the room, confusion on both of their faces. Alexia picked up her phone, hoping you might have sent her a text but didn’t think too much of it when there was no notification on her phone since you were on the other side of the world, either working or sleeping.

Alba let you in, with whispered greetings and a tight hug as you crossed the threshold. You sat your bags by the door, they could be dealt with later. Alba motioned for you to wait a second before following her, wanting to make some kind of statement before you entered the room.

“¡Hay un regalo más para ti, Ale! (there’s one more gift for you, ale!)” Alba cheered when she rounded the corner.

Alexia looked up from her spot on the couch, raising an eyebrow in confusion at her sister. Her eyes fell on you when you entered the room, they widened in surprise when you locked eyes.

“Sorpresa mi amor (surprise my love),” you mumbled, still not believing you were actually in her home right then.

Alexia didn’t say anything as she got from the couch, moving in your direction and wrapping her arms around your waist. Your arms locked around her neck and you buried your face in her neck, inhaling her familiar scent. 

Alba joined her mother as they left the room to give the two of you some space. They could speak to you later after Alexia let you go.

“Te extrañé mucho, y/n (I missed you so much),” Alexia sighed, her arms tightened around you.

“Yo también te extrañé (I missed you too),” you cooed, pulling back slightly to look at her face.

The two of you stood there in silence for a second before you both leaned in. Your lips met in a heated kiss, the months of not seeing each other had been too long without touching each other. Alexia pulled away first when air became an issue though her arms didn’t leave your body.

“¿Pensé que no podías irte? (I thought you couldn’t leave)” the blonde asked, confused about how you were here.

“No me importaba lo que dijeran, volvería a casa sin importar nada. (I didn’t care what they said, I was coming home no matter what)” you sniffled, feeling overwhelmed with being in Alexia’s arms again.

Alexia pulled you into another tight hug, this one shorter than the first. When you both pulled away, Alexia took your hand in hers and led you to the kitchen to greet her mother and sister. Eli pulled you into a hug, one tighter than the one Alexia had given you. The older woman missed having you around, you brought out a different side to her daughter. 

You spent the rest of Christmas morning giving the family the gifts you had picked out for them that you thought you wouldn’t be able to give them. When nighttime rolled around, you were thrilled to be able to sleep in the same bed as Alexia, having missed being so domestic with the star midfielder. You cherished your short break, promising that the second you wrapped, you would be on a plane back home to your lover.

[kimberbohwrites]

'Ma'am' Chapter Two

Rolan has been pining for an older Tav for some time now. They both think they other hates them and when they realize their error, smut ensues. >Dedicated to @lemonsrosesandlavender and you know why. >Dedicated to @crowwolf and anon for the original prompt that spiraled into 6k words of smut >Dedicated to anyone who identifies as female and has ever felt the struggles of seeing your own beauty and power in a world that wants us to be the opposite. Esp. those of us who might be getting older.

Rated: Explicit, MDNI, Smut Word Count: 2966 Chapter 2/2 Read Chapter One: Tumblr | Ao3 READ ON AO3 (also continued below the line)

Please note: In this I’m writing as Rolan in his 30s and Tav in her 40s with a 10 year age difference.

As the door of his bedroom clicked shut behind him, Rolan immediately found himself flush against the door. You had rushed to claim his mouth once more in an eager kiss. The entire way up from the shop floor he had barely been able to focus, his mind unraveled with lust and need. Soft touches from you had kept him grounded enough to manage his way to the bedroom.

He whimpers as you kiss him, it feels as if it’s been ages since the last one even though he knows only minutes have passed.

“Someone is a little touch-starved, aren’t they?”

Rolan blushes deeply as you whisper the obvious in the darkness.

“I— it’s…”

He sputters trying to answer you. A small part of his brain tells him that he should be embarrassed to already be falling apart so completely under the touch of another. The greater part of him can’t find the will to care at all. Finally, you are touching him, and he can touch you, your beauty and warmth no longer just out of reach.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about”

You say as if you can read the scattered thoughts running rampant through his mind.

“I have wanted to touch you for so long Rolan, I promise I’ll make you feel good, okay?”

He nods in response, biting back a whine.

“What do you say?”

He fumbles for a minute and then remembers and with it comes the warmth of arousal pulsing through him once more.

“Yes ma’am”

You reward him immediately with a harder kiss, your tongue sweeping into his mouth. Gods you’re perfect. He’s whimpering into the kiss again when your hands sweep up into his hair, taking it down from his normally neat hairstyle and letting it fall loose on his shoulders. As you comb your fingers through it softly, he kisses down your neck as if to worship every bit of skin he finds.

You moan at the feeling and the sound makes his knees buckle under him again. This time you do notice.

“You poor thing. You should lie down.”

You guide him from the door over to the bed and while standing next to it, give him a few more sweet kisses before pushing him down hard on to it. He lands on his back on the soft sheets. Before he can think, you are on him, straddling his chest and leaning down to kiss him deeply. Rolan can’t help but moan and whimper lightly at the sensation.

“Gods… wanted you… wanted this… so long” he manages to get out between kisses. The words come in deep gasps of air as he wills his body not to give out from sheer ecstasy.

“Me too,” You respond as you sit up and gaze down at him.

You give him a look that seems to be begging a question — is he still enjoying this? Still wanting this?

He nods and whines, bucking his hips up. You’re sitting too high on him for him to find the friction he is seeking, and he lets out a whimper of defeat.

“By all the gods Rolan, look who is being greedy now”

“Please ma’am, please more”

Your smile could light the whole city, he’s sure of it.

“Alright, since you asked so nicely. Are you going to be good for me?”

He nods excitedly.

You smile again.

Then your eyes roam the room looking for something, he’s not sure quite what until your eyes narrow upon spying your quarry.

“Those will do nicely,” you muse to yourself

“Stay right here, like a good boy,”

He squirms a little in anticipation but heeds your order as he watches you climb off him and the bed. You cross the room toward an open closet that is strewn with old things. Upon one the shelves sits a box of old lengths of silk that matched the curtains in the bedrooms. Rolan hadn’t disposed of it yet, the bedroom closet was one of the last things he planned to worry about in the reorganizing of Ramazith Tower. It’s a blessing in disguise as you select a few lengths and turn to him with that foxlike grin.

“Can I use these?”

You say it so sweetly that Rolan almost forgets for a moment that he’s lying painfully hard on his bed, waiting for you. His heart flips flops in his chest at the way your eyes look innocent against the mischievous shape of your mouth. You are strong, brave, bright, and caring — and he is absolutely taken with you.

“Yes, of course.”

Crossing the room back to him, you take command of the situation once more.

“Get up and take off all your clothes,” You order him with that same sweet smile on your face.

“Yes ma’am”

He almost leaps off the bed and into action. Clawing at his own clothing so quickly that it makes you laugh a little despite the situation. Before too long he is naked before you, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths of anticipation. His cock stands proudly at attention, dripping pre-cum in eagerness of what might come next.

“Good boy,” you say, and he doesn’t even bother to fight the way he beams in response. Not that you’d miss the way your words made his cock twitch.

“Can I tie you up? Would that be okay?”

Rolan nearly passes out at the thought. Never had he considered being tied up in such a manner and now at the mere suggestion of it he is almost coming completely untouched. The whimper of need he responds with is quite loud.

“Please, ma’am,”

“Please what? Good boy?”

He shifts and squirms again. The feelings running through him feel stronger than any wine or drink could ever compare to. Is it possible to be drunk on a person? He wonders to himself. Here he is ready to throw his pride away in this moment for you and he couldn’t be bothered to care.

“Please… tie me up…Ma’am”

He grits out the words, still trying to save a little face by trying to hold on to that grouchy personality that protects him from the world.

“On the bed”

You order as you approach and help guide him where you want him with a caring touch. Every so often you drop your face down to a different part of his skin and leave hot kisses in your wake. His body feels like it’s on fire from the combination of stimulation.

“Fuck” He hisses out.

His wrist is in your gentle grasp as you begin to tie it carefully to the closest post. You repeat this action three more times with each limb, so patiently and delicately checking to make sure the knots were firm— but also being sure they wouldn’t cause pain. You looked up at his face questioningly between each, making sure he was still okay and felt safe in this moment.

Rolan was grateful for it. While he didn’t know yet how to articulate it, he was fragile in so many ways from mishandling over his life. From parents who dumped him away as a baby to a city that would exile him for no crime other than existing. Hells, even the damage that his predecessor did to him in the short months of his apprenticeship was more than what the average person might suffer in their lives. Some part of you must have known, always known, he mused to himself, that he was fragile.

And yet you waited patiently for him anyway. He thought.

Rolan hadn’t been in love before and he wasn’t even sure if you even could fall in love with someone as they tied you to a bedpost, but if it was, he was certain that this was the case. He loved you. Now wasn’t the time to tell you, but he would and soon. He’d take you for dinner and by candlelight he’d tell you that he loved you and never wanted to be without you.

But for right now he was just a man tied to his own bed. There was a certain freedom in it he found himself thinking, as strange as it may seem. As soon as you took control, he felt a weight lift from him, the panic about the Tower, the worry over his siblings, the fears of inadequacy that have always haunted them — it’s like you could mute them simply by taking charge. There was a blissful peace in it.

He felt your fingertips ghost up his leg and snapped out of his thoughts, you’d finished securing him and were tracing his infernal ridges as you worked your way back up to him. Finally, you came to sit down on the bed next to him. It was only then that he realized he was nude you were still fully clothed. You looked at him with an almost devilish quality in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

He whimpers as his mind reels, trying to parse out what it is he wants. He knows he need only ask.

“T-touch me, please ma’am, touch me”

“Of course, because you asked so sweetly”

You run your hands over his torso, and he immediately groans at the feeling. Your skin is softer than anything he’s ever felt. Brushing your fingers across his nipples gently earns you a hiss that causes him to shift slightly, already seeking relief. His cock is throbbing, impossibly hard from this and he’s certain that he is making a mess of the bedding from the steady stream of pre-cum leaking from it.

“You feel so good Rolan, you’re so warm, I love it”

As you finish your statement one of your hands grazes near his cock ever so slightly and he lets out a loud whine. He finally pulls against his restraints for the first time. The featherlight touches have him close to the precipice before you’ve barely begun, and he is nervous about how long he can last like this.

“You’re so sensitive too, so reactive, it’s perfect”

Your touches continue to his thighs, his abs, finally brushing against his cock once more. Tears well in his eyes and threaten to spill. He can’t form words under these conditions; your praise and your touch have undone him. Then he feels you get off the bed and turns to find you standing once more.

“Noooo” He whines.

“Shhhhh, patience needy one… and you forgot something.”

He gathers his thoughts for a moment.

“Sorry ma’am”

“That’s better, now be patient”

The words are an order, not harshly barked but with enough authority behind them to know that you mean business. He bites his bottom lip to calm himself, careful not to draw blood with his sharp teeth.

You smile down at him as your hands come down to the hem of your tunic to pull it over your head slowly. His chest is pounding in anticipation as you slowly remove each piece of clothing all just out of reach of him. It is both torture and reward, for as you reveal each new bit of skin. He is both thrilled and being driven nearer to madness by the thought of your bare skin against him. After what feels like an eternity you are nude before him and climbing back on to the bed.

Your hand brushes up his cock again. It lurches under your touch, and he groans and tries to position his hips to get more friction.

“This is big, Rolan.”

He can’t help but grin as you grasp him and begin to stroke him. He’s never known where he stood as far as being well-endowed went, but he’ll take your word for it.

“I think you need to make sure I can handle this, want to help?”

He nods eagerly in response, and you smile at him. On your hands and knees, you crawl up the bed to him.

“I think I’m going to sit on that pretty face of yours, is that okay?”

“Fuck,” he hisses out almost coming at the thought, “Yes, please, ma’am”

His words come out as individual pants as he writhes against his bonds once more.

 Leaning down, you give him another kiss, deep and full of affection. Your tongue brushes against him and you moan a little into his mouth. He smiles into the kiss remembering that you want this just as much as he does. Then you are pulling away to straddle his face and lower yourself gently. His tail comes up to wrap around your ankle as you do so, holding you tight.

“If you need me to move or to stop for any reason, just let go of me with your tail, okay?”

He nods to you, and you lower your dripping cunt down on to his face. He strains against the bonds to raise his head, eagerly licking at every fold. This isn’t something he has a lot of experience in, but he’s been told he’s a quick study and he’s nothing if not enthusiastic. Trying to catalogue every touch you like best, he flattens his tongue against you as he tries to cover more area.

The result is almost immediate as you begin to shake and shudder. He can feel your thighs start to quiver and knows he’s on the right track. Before long he is taking your clit in his mouth, sucking gently and alternating with his tongue. Your moans grow louder, and he can hear you saying his name. His cock drips in excitement, trying to rein himself in to not finish just from the taste of you.

After a few minutes you’re close and he can tell, all he needs to do is push you over the edge. Without the use of his hands, he is struggling to come up with exactly how when it hits him. With a deep breath he presses his nose to your clit as his tongue darts in and out of your hole. He grinds his face slightly against you, being sure to keep a firm pressure. The extra friction is just the thing and with almost a wail, your climax overtakes you. You drench his face with the sweet taste of you while you writhe and shiver as he continues to lick you through it.

“Good boy,” You moan sensuously as you clear the fog of your orgasm.

Lifting from him and repositioning yourself once more, you lean down to kiss his drenched face. Sharing the taste between you which makes you both moan into the kiss. He is pulling against his bonds now. He needs to have you, or he is certain he’ll die. You notice with a coy smile, having wound him up just as you had planned.

“I didn’t forget about you of course” you murmur as you shift down to straddle his desperate cock.

He nods eagerly, so close to the edge already that he is nearly delirious for the release of oblivion under you. Still, he steels himself as he feels your warm heat envelop him, wanting this to last just a little longer if possible. The sound that leaves you as you fully seat yourself on him makes it nearly impossible to hold on. Your head is thrown back, neck exposed, your mouth opens, and you let out the most seductive moan he’s sure he’s ever heard.

His tail comes up to wrap around your waist as you adjust to the size of him.

“Fuck, Rolan, you feel amazing,”

He can’t respond, he’s huffing and fighting to hold on to control — to not cum on the spot. Fighting to not grind his hips up into you to get more of that feeling. It must be truly obvious how close he is, or you must be a mind reader because your next words are just what he needs.

“It’s okay Rolan, you don’t have to hold on, I want you to enjoy this”

He groans again as you begin to bounce yourself on him, his tail seeking to aid your motion. He’s puffing and panting, gods you feel so good,

“Thank… you… ma’am” he pants out to the pace of you riding him.

“My good boy”

With those three words it’s over. He lets out a loud grunt, almost a yell as his eyes roll back. His body lurches against the bonds as his cock pulses within you, filling you with his hot spend. His mind is a blank, all thought having been driven from out at the moment of climax. There is only the feeling.

Without a doubt, this is the hardest he’s ever come before. His head rests back against the bed and his mouth drops open as he continues to jerk up into you slightly with each spurt as he comes down. The first sensation he notes outside of pleasure again is the sound of your calm voice.

“That’s it, that was so good, you’re so good Rolan.”

You’re heaping praise on him, and he allows the combination of everything to sweep him away once more. When he comes to again it’s only minutes later, but he’s been untied and you’re gently cleaning him with a warm towel. You climb into bed with him and check his wrists and ankles, massaging them to soothe any discomfort. After a few minutes he pulls you close to him, and you lean out of his reach to grab a blanket to cover you both. Then you settle back, facing him as he puts his arms around your back, happy to have you in his arms.

The last thing he feels before he slips off to the best sleep he’s had in years, is the feeling of you leaving a kiss on his forehead — just between his horns.

He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

to know that you're mine

Jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 732

Summary: Joel Miller is a pussy eating king with a praise kink. That's it, that's the fic.

Warnings: d/s undertones, sub!Joel Miller if you squint, they’re exploring their dynamics okay?, use of ma'am, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m-self), this is so soft idk what's gotten into me, praise kink, cuddling

originally written for kinktober 2023, inspired by the prompts from @absurdthirst

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Joel’s on his knees on the ugly yellow carpet of your bedroom. He’s still dressed, but his boots are dutifully lined up at the door. He had come home riled up about something or other, not that he bothered to tell you first. He had scooped you up from the couch and carried you to the bed, depositing you at the end and making quick work of your pants and panties.

He certainly doesn’t seem to be willing to talk about it soon. His face is buried in your pussy, now, troubles of the day easing with each moan he drags from you.

Your hand tangles in his hair and pulls, hips rising to meet his eager mouth. When you tug, he moans against your cunt. You’re bucking uncontrollably now, torn between wanting to cum and wanting to drag it out for the exquisite ache.

He makes the decision for you, though not on purpose. You finally hear it over the wet sounds of his worship. The hand balancing him against the bed has shifted down, and he’s working away with sharp, abrupt tugs on his cock.

You cum so hard you black out for a moment, and he swears, grinning in the filth.

“F-fuck, baby, are you getting yourself off?”

Joel blushes. “S’that fine? I won’t cum, I’ll wait so I can still fuck you.”

“Is that fine?” you say. “Of course, it’s fine. It’s so fucking hot. You like eating my cunt so much you can’t help yourself?”

He looks away.

“No, baby, please. I love it. I want you to get off, please.”

He ducks back down to suck on your clit, and the distraction works. It’s a few moments before you realize he’s got both hands back on you.

You tug on his hair again, yanking him away.

He groans a protest but stops when he sees the way you’re watching him, something fond but hungry.

“Baby. I said I want you to touch yourself for me,” you say.

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawls. It plays casual, but you know he sees the way your cunt clenches around nothing at his words.

He spits in his hand and starts slowly stroking himself, before using his other hand to part you and lick inside.

You scratch your nails over his scalp before clutching again when he pushes two fingers into you and laps at your clit.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” you moan. “You look so fuckin' good down there.”

You’re not sure if he hears you. He’s pumping his cock in time with the strokes of his fingers, and when he peers up at you, his eyes are glazed over.

“You want to cum like that, or do you want to fuck me?” you ask.

“Please,” he says into your cunt, barely stopping to answer.

“Please what, baby?” You run your fingers through his hair.

“Don’t make me stop, please.”

The words alone might have brought you over the edge, but he punctuates the sentence by sticking his tongue in alongside his fingers, and you cum. You accidentally pull hard on his hair, but he whimpers and pushes in deeper, the bridge of his nose against your clit, and it sets you off into a smooth, rolling second orgasm.

“C’mon baby,” you croon. “Cum for me.”

And he does. He half-suffocates himself, sucking on your clit as he spills all over his hand and the end of the bed. You cum again, hard, and pull him into you, trapped in place by your legs.

You tug again until he looks up at you, panting, soaked in you. “Get up here.”

He climbs up, and you grab for his hand, licking him clean.

He shudders, watching with parted lips. He looks dazed and peaceful, brow lax, shoulders slumped. You suspect that if he wasn't so tired, there might have been a round two.

He lets you shuffle him around so he's lying down, his head on your tits. You run one hand through his hair and rub the other up and down his spine.

“Joel,” you murmur after a few minutes.

His eyes are closed, but he hums in acknowledgment.

“Thank you, baby.” You press a kiss to the top of his head, and he lurches up to kiss you back, cupping your cheek in one hand.

He pulls away, and his lip quirks up in one corner. “No, thank you, ma’am.”

*title from "#1 Crush" by Garbage

[kaleldobrev]

Epilogue — Take Me Back Series

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: After making a deal to bring you back, Sam doesn't see you until years later when your paths cross during a case

Original Prompt: Requested by anonymous | Hi, I just joined Tumblr and came across your blog, it's wonderful! I'd like to make a request, something between Sam and reader. The reader dies and Sam makes a pact to bring her back, but she comes back without remembering him and the hunting life. He thinks it's best to stay away from her. Years later they meet and she falls in love with him all over again, and when they kiss she regains her memory. Do you like it?

Chapter Word Count: 1.1k

Chapter Warnings: Cursing (1x), Fluff

Authors Note: Last part of the Take Me Back series! I hope you all enjoyed this 5 part mini-series that was originally supposed to be a one-shot | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Read Chapter Three Here | Take Me Back Masterlist

The car ride to the Bunker was a quiet and awkward one, something that you weren’t really expecting, considering you just regained your memories. You figured that Sam and Dean — especially Sam, would be ecstatic, but he apparently had no idea what to say; basically the man was speechless.

After about two hours of silence, Dean was finally the one to break it. “So, what exactly happened? You two kissed and then poof? Memories regained?”

“Bout sums it up,” you shrugged. “Thought you two would be more excited about me regaining my memories,” you added. Especially you Sam, you wanted to say, but decided against it.

“We are happy that you have your memories back, believe me. But…a lots changed in four years,” Dean said; his comment causing you to raise a brow.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Okay, let me get this straight. Jacks the new God?” You asked, almost in disbelief of what you’ve just heard.

“That’s what you decided to hone in on? Not the fact that your boyfriend here had a fucking beard!” Dean exclaimed.

“To be fair, I’ve been telling him to get a beard for years,” you stated.

Dean turned around briefly, the most disgusted look on his face. “You take that back this instant.”

“Sorry I can’t. I’m not a liar,” you grinned.

“Okay technically you do, cause you used to actively pretend to be a FBI Agent on a somewhat regular basis,” Dean scoffed, turning back to face the road. “Reminds me, when we get back, can you make me one of your cherry pies?”

Sam looked at Dean for a moment, trying to figure out how there was a connection. “How does that remind you of her cherry pies?”

“Because whenever we had a case that was far from home, one of the first things she would do is make her famous cherry pie for me,” Dean said. “Duh.”

“Are you sure you want to keep your memories?” Sam said, turning to face you.

You smiled at him. “What do you think that answer is?”

It’s been four years since you’ve stepped foot into the Bunker, and it felt like nothing has changed. It still had that same smell to it; that old book musty smell combined with Old Spice. “Welcome home,” Dean said, patting you on the back.

Dean looked over at you and his brother; the two of them exchanging thoughtful like looks. “I’ll leave you two kids alone,” he smiled, heading down the metal stairs.

Once Dean got to the bottom of the stairs, Sam looked at you, a slightly nervous smile on his face. “After you,” he said, gesturing toward the stairs.

“Thank you,” you nervously smiled back.

Halfway down the stairs you turned slightly, Sam following closely behind you. “So, I have a question,” you said, nervous to ask what you were about to ask, even though you probably had no reason to be.

“Shoot,” he answered.

“Sleeping arrangements…” you began, very hesitantly. “Can I sleep with you or…”

“Y/N, you know you don’t have to ask me that,” Sam said, almost sounding just as nervous as you had just sounded. He wanted more than anything for you to sleep in his — your — bed again. For the past four years, Sam felt as though he hadn’t been sleeping as good as he could have been. He didn’t realize until you had left, how reliant he had become on you when it came to how well he had slept.

“Okay,” you half smiled.

Upon entering yours and Sam’s bedroom for the first time in over four years, there was still a small sense of familiarity to it. Despite you not being here in over four years, there were still things that were left the exact same way as you had left it. He was still using the same sheets you had bought in order to make the Bunker more homey, pictures of the two of you still were scattered throughout; either hanging on the wall or propped up in frames on the dresser and desk.

You walked over to what used to be your dresser and picked up one of the perfume bottles which was almost empty. “I uh…I sprayed that sometimes in here to…” Sam half chuckled, scratching the back of his bed. “To kind of pretend that you were still here.”

You felt tears start to well up in your eyes and you quickly wiped them away. “You really missed me uh?” You asked him, picking up a picture of the two of you.

“Like crazy,” he said, walking toward you. “I’m sorry.”

You looked at Sam with a confused expression on your face, cocking a brow. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I should have given you a choice when it came to making that deal; it wasn’t fair for you,” he said.

“Sam,” you began, placing the picture down back on the top of the dresser. “You saved my life. Brought me back to life even. I…I would have made the same deal.”

“You would have?” He asked, a similar looking confused expression on his face.

“In a heart beat,” you confessed.

He gently smiled at you, and scratched the back of his head. Nows a good time as any, he thought. “Open up that drawer there,” he said, pointing to your side table. You looked at the table briefly before looking back at him. “Trust me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, slight hesitation. You walked over to your side table and upon opening it, there was a traditional looking small black velvet box. “Sam…” you trailed off, picking up the box and turning around.

When you turned around, Sam was down on one knee in front of you. “Open it,” he stated. Your heart began to race, as you were actually half afraid to open up the box.

Taking a deep breath, you lifted up the lid just slightly. “This better not be a prank,” you said.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this,” He said, sounding almost half annoyed. Opening up the lid fully now revealed a small diamond ring. “I’ve held onto that for over four years. I was going to ask you to marry me when we got back from that vamp case in Malibu but…you know…”

“Yes,” you said instantly.

“But I didn’t ask you yet,” he smiled, chuckling a little.

“Oh, sorry,” you nervously chuckled.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked.

“Yes!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around him. Taking the ring out of the box, Sam placed the ring on your finger, and you couldn’t help but smile wide from ear to ear. “I have a crazy idea.”

I’ve missed your crazy ideas, Sam thought. “What’s your idea?”

“Let’s go to the courthouse right now. Why wait any longer?” You suggested. “I mean, I love you. And I’m always going to.”

“I’ll go get the keys,” Sam smiled, leaning in and giving you a quick peck on the lips.

Walking out of the room, Sam felt like for the first time in a long time, that things were working in his favor.

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[oddballwriter]

Unexpected Addition Part 3: Next Move

Summary: And with the group of mysterious artifact thieves making their next move, you and the boys make a plan and head off to get to their next location and be steps ahead.

Warnings: Marc is still a bit snarky and makes some vaguely rude comments to the reader. There’s some fluff with Jake at the end. 

Author’s Snip: Okay okay okay. I can see that this series is the fan favorite. I’m sorry for neglecting it. /gen And I’m sorry for trying to feed you vampire reader propaganda. /j /lh I will say that actually reading over the past two parts helped make this one. If I’m being honest I don’t really remember what my reason for not making part three was??? Maybe I really was hyper focused on Dwelling in the Night. I hope this suffices. Maybe not, I don’t know.

Notes: Unimportant information but I was listening to the Mandela Catalogue Heaven Says remix on loop while writing this.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,144

It had been some time since the last move of this mysterious group that was collecting paranormal and macabre artifacts. It was honestly a longer waiting game than any of you, including your gods, would have liked. Too still of water sometimes meant that something was happening and you all just hadn't become aware yet. But lo and behold, you manage to catch fresh word of some ritual artifacts in Africa and China just got nabbed.

"They're still moving in the same direction!" you screamed out in joy when you unlocked the flat's door, carrying a bunch of things in your arms. Marc was the one fronting at the time, originally enjoying a televised game of baseball until you started screaming like a mad woman. "What in the world are you screaming about? Who's moving in the same direction?" Marc grumbled, you quickly answered with "The group we've been waiting for. They're finally making a move!" in a joyful voice as you shuffled around to lay out a few things to definitely show and explain to him some master plan that you managed to cook up.

"Can this wait or...?" Marc asks. You glance towards him, having your giddy smile fall at the comment. "Marc, this is part of our mission," you say, "And if my theory is correct then no, it can't." you add.

Marc just shrugs it off and walks towards where you are, where you have a printout of two articles, a map of the world, and a pencil in hand. "Alright. Start talking, and keep it short." Marc prompts. You nod and begin.

"So I already mapped out the spots they already hit before we stopped them. Well, I noticed that they were going in a certain pattern. England, France, Russia, Romina." you explain and list off, though Marc could tell that you had now put a cap on what most likely would have been similar enthusiasm to when you first explained this to Steven. Nevertheless, you go on, now drawing out spots on the map, "But now that China and Africa just got hit by them, that confirms my theory that they were going clockwise and still are.". You do take a moment to comment "It's kind of dumb to still move in the same pattern that you were before though.".

"Maybe they were just betting that laying low would do the trick." Marc suggests. "Then that means we're going to be a few steps ahead of them now." you reply. "That's my girl." Marc could hear Jake praising you from inside his head. Well, at least that means that he's listening to the information, if he's not busy ogling at you that is.

Marc focuses back in on you and what you're saying. He was distracted for a little bit of the rest of your explaining but from what he could gather it was along the lines of that they will continue going in a clockwise path around the world. At some point, the words clear up and you say "So, their next location will be Japan. I mean, that place would basically be their candy store, there's a lot of paranormal and spiritual stuff there.".

Marc thinks over the theory and next location, scanning the marks on the map with his eyes. He quarks a brow when he notices a hole in the theory for Japan being their next stop. "What about India? Don't they have a lot of spiritual stuff there too?" Marc questions. You look at the country printed on the paper saying "Oh, yeah! I knew I missed something in my briefing.", you pick up the article clippings you had printed out. "The theft in Africa and China happened a while ago with China being the last place to be hit. There was a similar time frame with the two of them and the rest of the other locations. So they're most likely already there and in the midst of planning on how to get things there. It would be best to beat them to their next location on their route. In the meantime, we can make our own plan and finally have a way to take them down." you explain, "Like I said, we'll be a few steps ahead of them." you comment.

For a second, your arm almost moves to boop Marc on the nose, but you stop the motion before your finger can actually make contact, "Did they get all that?" you ask as you switch the motion to seem like you were going to point at his head in reference to Steven and Jake. Marc nods, ignoring the habit and pretending that the point was what you were trying to do originally.

"So, I'm guessing that we need to book and pack now and then catch the earliest flight to Japan?" Marc asks, to which you confirm with a nod.

After a long few days of booking, packing, flying in the crack of daylight, and traveling, you finally made it to your hotel in Japan. To say that the two of you were severely tired and jet-lagged from the trip was an understatement. Marc barely noticed the fact that in the room there were actually two beds. He must have started for longer than he thought he did because you interject, saying "The second one is for you and Steven, and Jake if he wants some space." you add before lying down on the other bed.

You figured that after you laid down to sleep of your lag, Marc did the same because after being pretty much unconscious for who knows how long, you're waken up by the weight on the bed shifting and arms wrapping around you. Turning around, you hear Jake's familiar voice say "It's just me, bella durmiente.". You feel his stubble on your neck as he nests his head between the gap while he gets into a spooning position and puts the covers back over you and him.

"In case I want some space my ass." Jake comments with a soft laugh, "Like I'd want to not sleep in the same bed with you when I have the chance." he says as he kisses your shoulder. You smile and roll onto your other side so that you can now face towards him and bury your face in his warm chest. "I know this is a mission and we're meant to plan out how we're going to get a stake on these people, but we can use getting info as a way to see some places." you mention. You feel Jake's chest vibrate as he hums in approval of the idea. "That would be nice." Jake says, "More time for bonding and also having some really nice dates." he remarks.

"We'll see..." you say through a yawn just before falling back asleep with Jake following suit after.

[ochrearia]

"Bell Ringing II"

Not quite the original prompt I had in mind from last night buttttt it's something. Going around the list I guess, focusing on one or two of the BFs with YS instead of always writing stuff with absolutely everyone in it. Yeh. I like Bell Ringing II

BFs in this drabble: sfa!BF (Peacock, Shed's), S2!BF (Bee, Isaac's), Yourself (YS)

Maybe there was some merit to the whole musical emotions thing after all. Though maybe he wasn’t doing it in the same way as Biff’s girlfriend was. It was easy to just throw magic around now, projecting a song out of his head instead of wasting his phone battery. Suppose there was always something rattling around in his head, because the alternative of being alone with his thoughts was shit he didn’t want. So he was here, bed vacated in favor of the floor and his back against the wall gently. Eyes closed, song boosted by magic swirling in the air. A memory that was still entirely somber, but better than thinking about the alternative.

“I can feel your eyes staring at me.” Yourself sighed, the back of his head against the wall. Something about keeping his eyes shut was favorable when the world around him was bleak. “Suppose you may have come for some advice? I’ll have to regretfully inform you I’ve got nothing in me today.”

“Do you think advice is all you’re good for?” His question was answered with another question instead. Peacock’s voice was still new, but the other standing by was even newer. “What if we just wanted to hang out?”

“There’s always something to be seeking advice for.” YS replied simply. “People don’t just hang out with me. There’s always something to ask. People are drawn to ‘hanging out’ with me because there’s already a question on their mind.”

“I don’t think so.” Bee replied softly- that was the newest voice. Another day, another BF instance. Seeking out more selves for the feeling of acceptance from someone, anyone. Himself. “We’re all worth more than one hat trick.”

“Not much to me.” YS grumbled, lolling his head around and resting it in his drawn up knees. “There isn’t much good that I actually do. Funny how always being reminded that your existence causes damage, causes damage both ways. Though suppose I only really care about the damage I end up doing. What’s the point of me if I can’t help fix things? Take them apart more? No. I think I’d rather be useless.”

YS couldn’t see it, but Peacock and Bee exchanged looks. They were the newest additions to the ‘family’ of sorts. Truthfully, they had volunteered to come. Biff had mentioned in the group chat that something was wrong, that the tall one was losing his grip on his emotional walls because he could feel negative emotions that weren’t his. Apparently the longer any of them were around and dimension hopping, the more emotionally connected they got. It made sense that Biff was the first to know. Eventually the others started agreeing, with the last two not quite sure what they were talking about. But they were struck with a strange sense, wanting to help already without having done much talking to YS in the first place.

They picked out sides, and sat down with him. YS’s magic didn’t falter in the slightest, nor did he feel any reason to open his eyes. They were new but he didn’t have any reason to distrust them. They were in his world, anyway. Bee had been insistent on being the one to help him instead of the other way around when they first met. Peacock, with the knowledge of him from Beefer, wasn’t threatening. If he’d been any kind of supernatural being who hated angels, he would’ve done something about it by now.

“I don’t know why you guys continue to keep trying.” YS chuckled lowly. “My bad days should have never become something you all took turns helping me with. That’s not part of the plan. I am here to help everyone else. What I get up to in my own mind is the problem of no one else but me.”

“Do you not know how jarring it is to hear, well, me, say that?” Bee asked sadly. “You keep talking about how you hate to be the thing hurting the rest of us, but you’re not considering that being so hard on yourself might be hurting us too.”

“It’s hypocritical.” Peacock frowned. “I’ve talked to the other BFs a bit. They really like talking about how quick you are to make them feel better. To tell them not to be so hard on themselves, to be kind. Giving it time I’ll probably be hearing that from you too. Why do all those ideas just not apply to you?”

“My problems are mine.” YS insisted. “It’s not your jobs to listen to them.”

“Well, pardon, but it’s not your fucking job to make our problems yours either.” Rebutted Peacock. “If that’s the logic you’re going to go with then be consistent. Either no one cares or everyone’s allowed to care, and we care. You can’t change that no matter what bullshit your brain’s saying.”

Stubbornness is a universal attribute. YS thought humorously with a small shake of his head. Maybe it was pointless to argue with people who clearly suffered from selective hearing with the things he said. There were contact points on each of his shoulders, warm and soft where Peacock and Bee had decided to lean their heads. Stupid, insistent, idiot selves. If he really wanted the things he was saying, why did he keep seeking more selves out in the first place? He knew they were all eventually going to come to the same stubborn conclusion. Bites with no venom. Ideas with no merit. Hollow thoughts.

“I… guess it wouldn’t hurt for you two to stay a little longer.” YS relented, finally letting his eyes open. Bleak and dreary as it usually was, contrasted with vibrant pops of blue at the bottom of his vision.

“As if there was anything you could’ve done to make us leave before we wanted to.” Peacock snipped, undertone playful. “You can’t just show up through our mirror, show us all these other worlds exist and then expect us to go home and forget everything. That’s like being given the opportunity to see the whole universe, all those stars and places beyond imagination and then saying never mind. You’re one of those stars whether you want to believe it or not.”

Hah. A star? YS was far too cold to be a real star. He was so much closer to the ringing of a bell, somber, cold, hollow. Making itself known without giving light that a star would. He wasn’t a star. Even if he could’ve been, he’d fallen into the fate of being more of a black hole without his wings anyway.

“We’ll get you to stop selling yourself short one day.” Bee decided. He seemed soft spoken, with not many words to say to people he didn’t know very well. That was fine. Maybe that just made the words he did speak more important. “The other mes are very determined to do that already from what I’ve heard from them. Count me in too.”

“And me.” Peacock nodded softly. “Don’t know what your goal is with how many of us you’re going to go find. But you seem to be on the smarter side. You know we’re all going to decide we want to help you, right? You don’t want to help yourself. But you are helping yourself, just not the actual you. That’s where we come in.”

YS chuckled again. Talking semantics with himself was ridiculous. The way they all had to overcomplicate their speech to make anything about this make sense was always a mood lifter. Slowly, he let his arms unfold from their place around his knees, snaking around to rest over their shoulders instead. He didn’t make any moves to pull either of them closer, but it seemed like they moved on their own to do so anyway. Might as well humor them.

“Not quite the fabled YS hug I’ve been hearing so much about, but I’ll take it.” Came the tease from Peacock.

And somehow, that was the thing that managed to make YS’s concentration break. The spell he’d been keeping up to project the memory of that song dampened considerably in volume, becoming only a small background noise as he snorted out laughs. “Have you fuckers been gloating about my hugs? What the fuck?”

“The first four are, yeah.” Bee joined him in laughing. “Apparently you give hugs that are so good they won’t stop talking about it. I think you made them addicted, it’s kind of making me really curious…”

Morons, all of them. Goddamn.

(Bell Ringing II)

[prouvaireafterdark]

Original Sin

This is my (nsfw) Loustat fill for the Kinktober Day 2 Prompt: Masturbation

@vampirefest

Also on AO3!

When Lestat comes to join him on the couch, Louis knows he’s up to no good.

“What are you reading, mon cher?” he asks, leaning heavily against his side, an arm thrown over the back of the couch.

“Nothing you’d care for,” Louis answers, turning a page as he steadfastly ignores the way Lestat’s fingertips tickle the skin above his collar. 

Lestat leans closer to take a peek and scoffs as he reads the title.

“The Book of Genesis, I see,” he drawls disappointedly. “Has Eve been unjustly blamed for all Man’s troubles yet or are she and Adam still blissfully ignorant?”

“They’ve long since left Eden,” Louis answers him.

“Hmm,” Lestat hums. “Perhaps I could tempt you to join me upstairs then, now that the best part is over.” 

Louis pulls a face at that. Lestat’s terrible line about temptation aside, there’s much more to Genesis than just the story of Adam and Eve.

Just as he’s about to say so, he feels Lestat’s hand on his thigh.

“Come now, Louis,” he coaxes him, his hand slowly creeping upward. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”

“Not now, Les,” Louis tells him, his own hand covering Lestat’s wrist to stop him.

Lestat huffs, but withdraws his hand. 

“‘Not now,’ he says, for the seventh night in a row,” Lestat complains. “If not now, when, Louis?”

“I’m just—“ he begins, but Lestat interrupts him.

“Not in the mood, I know,” he finishes a little bitterly as he stands from his seat. “Well, if you change your mind, I’ll be amusing myself in our bedroom.”

Lestat turns on the spot and marches up the stairs, not bothering to hide his frustration. 

Louis sighs once he’s no longer in view. A part of him feels guilty about disappointing Lestat, about not being able to satisfy him the way he used to, but he just… he can’t kill anymore. He won’t. And if that means his libido suffers, so be it. It’s the least that he deserves.

He returns to his book, determined to put their encounter out of his mind, but he finds he cannot do that either.

Through the floorboards, he can hear the rustle of fabric upstairs as Lestat undresses and climbs into bed. He can hear the glass jar of oil they keep by the bed clink against the rings on Lestat’s fingers as he spills the thick liquid onto his fingers. He can hear the sigh Lestat makes as he takes himself in hand, the slick sound of the oil on his skin as he starts to touch himself.

“Louis,” Lestat whines a moment later, and though it cannot have been all that much louder than a whisper, Louis hears it as if Lestat’s mouth is pressed directly to his ear. “Oui, chéri, just like that.”

Louis feels hot under the collar suddenly. He tries not to, but he hangs on every sound that passes Lestat’s lips, every sigh and exaggerated moan of pleasure as he works himself over. He does it slowly at first, drawing it out, teasing himself, before gradually he begins to go faster and faster until he’s calling Louis’ name and begging for more. 

Nearly ten minutes go by before Louis realizes he hasn’t read a single word. 

He slams the book shut and sets it on the couch. He takes the stairs two at a time, reaching the landing in the blink of an eye. When he steps over the threshold of their bedroom, he sees Lestat naked and spread out on their blue silk sheets, his pale skin almost luminous in the lamplight. The thick, swollen head of his cock glistens where it peeks above his fist, wet with oil and precome, and it’s only by the iron force of Louis’ will that he manages to fight the sudden urge to lick his lips and crawl to Lestat on his knees. 

“Can I help you, chéri?” Lestat asks him, sounding out of breath. He doesn’t cease the movements of his hand over his own cock for even a moment, twisting his wrist on every stroke. “I am a little busy at the moment.”

Louis crosses his arms over his chest as he glares at him, but it does nothing to wipe the smug grin off Lestat’s face. 

“Don’t you have any shame?” Louis asks him.

Lestat laughs at that, a jarringly loud cackle he directs to the ceiling. 

“For what?” he turns to ask him, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Enjoying my body? Imagining my husband’s hands on me? Yes, Louis, call me a priest so I can confess my wretched sins before he dies.”

Louis looks away from him, drawing his arms tighter across his chest. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Lestat rise to face him on his knees so fluidly it’s as if he’s been pulled by a puppet’s strings. When he looks back, he sees the full expanse of Lestat’s muscled chest, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and his fangs peeking out behind his smile. 

Though he has no need of air, Louis’ breathing comes a little quicker.

“Or should I confess my sins to you, Saint Louis?” Lestat asks him, his pupils swollen once more with lust. “Shall I tell you how I want you? How I love you? The terrible things I’d do to keep you?”

“Lestat,” Louis says, his voice rough. 

He feels as if he’s been hypnotized with want, his dormant need awakening for the first time in over a week. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Lestat had worked a spell over him with his blaspheming lips, but Louis knows… he knows deep down that this is his own sin. His own weakness. Sooner or later, he always gives in.

Louis licks his lips and Lestat knows he’s won.

“Oh, Louis,” he purrs, a triumphant smile on his beautiful face. “Viens à moi.”

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

kinktober day 9: double penetration. 

pairing: vampire!eddie munson, vampire!steve harrington, and catholic!reader 

word count: 867

warnings: threeway, double penetration (v&a), biting/blood, mentions of oral (f receiving) 

a/n: credit to the-purity-pen, for the prompt list! also, this is kind of a continuation of day 6’s prompt! reader is 18!

also posting two days late, because i posted the next part of my original series instead on the 9th! 

MINORS DNI!

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“fuck, i wish we had a camera for this, steve. look at her right now.”

y/n was on top of eddie, riding him as steve was deep inside of her ass. her movements were jerky, trying to match the rhythm that steve had set, and it took her a little time to find it. in her mouth was a long, thick dildo, something that eddie had bought for her to remind her of his own dick. eddie’s hands were on her hips, steve’s on her breasts, and her own were pushing the toy in & out of her throat as she moaned around it. her neck, shoulders, and chest were littered with fang marks, with some dried & fresh blood slowly trickling from them and cascading her skin. steve was smearing it all over her, and eddie would lean up for the occasional taste, both of them grinning at each other at the mess they made of her.

“next time, i’ll bring a camcorder,” steve said. “we can still show up on those, right?”

“as far as i know,” eddie replied, moving steve’s hands away so that he could pinch y/n’s nipples. drool came out around the toy, dripping down her chin as she shoved it further into her throat. she gagged loudly once, twice, and eddie tugged her wrist to stop her. “careful. we don’t need you getting sick on us.”

she withdrew the toy completely, so that she could speak. thick bridges of spit came with it, and steve drilled her ass as she attempted to keep bouncing on eddie’s cock. “wanna cum. i need to cum…please, eddie. steve. let me…”

“should we let her cum yet?” eddie asked steve. “or should we have some more fun with her first?”

“i definitely think we should have more fun,” steve said, his hand closing around her throat as he pulled her back against his chest. he thrust shallowly into her ass before pushing his full length inside, making her cry out in pleasure & pain. “how about we put a vibrator against her clit, and not let her cum until we’re ready? torment her a little bit, really get her blood pumping.”

“I love that idea,” eddie said, squeezing her breasts in his hands. “what do you say, baby? do you like it, too?”

she was nodding eagerly, whimpering as she tried to set the dildo aside. eddie shook his head, guiding her along his erection as he put the toy back to her lips. she opened her mouth and he pushed the toy inside again, while steve grabbed the vibrator from beside them. he switched it on, and eddie held it against her clit as steve grabbed onto her hips to pound into her. eddie growled as he looked up at her, taking in the sight of her moving on his dick according to steve’s movements. he glanced between them, seeing his cock growing wetter with every glide of her hips. he could smell her blood churning hotter, and could hear her thoughts as she tried so hard not to cum around the vibrator. 

“are you seeing this, steve?” eddie questioned. “can you see what’s going on in her head?”

“yes,” he answered, his fangs against her shoulder as he kept hold of her throat. “such a filthy girl, isn’t she? i thought you said she wasn’t like this.”

“she wasn’t, until i got to her,” eddie said proudly, sitting up to pull one of her nipples between his teeth. her free hand tangled in his hair, and the other kept hold of the toy in her mouth. “now look at what a fucking whore she is.”

“thanks for letting me join in, instead of just watching,” steve said to him, carefully biting her shoulder and lapping the blood his fangs left. “you were right; her pussy is the sweetest in the world.”

“tasted like candy, huh?” eddie asked, pressing the vibrator harder against her clit as she moaned hotly. he thrust upward to drive himself deeper into her cunt, and kept that same rhythm in accordance to steve’s. “never had anything like it.”

“neither have i,” steve said, both vampires feeling a sudden surge of lust and an increase in desire. they smirked at each other, before their eyes trained on y/n. steve added: “wanna cum, princess?”

she nodded, and eddie only grinned. “think we should have mercy on her?”

“no,” steve said, pulling out of her ass as she whined at the emptiness it left behind. “i think we should eat her out together, bring her to the brink of cumming, and then stop. maybe let her sit here on her own for awhile, and when she can’t take it anymore, we finally let her cum.”

“i love it,” eddie said, turning her onto her back at an inhuman speed before pulling out. he removed the dildo from her mouth as well, and she was a panting, sweating, desperate mess as both men went down on her. “think you can handle it, pretty baby?”

“mmm hmm,” she breathed, her hands settling in their hair as they hooked one leg each over their shoulders. “i wanna cum so hard, and…and i know this is a good way to make that happen.”

“just lie back and enjoy, then,” eddie said, licking a stripe from her entrance to her clit while steve kissed around her outer lips. “we’ll take good care of you.” 

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[tokuvivor]

For the two good guy prompt lena and Gosalyn

YES!!! I love this idea! The two of them have very similar vibes, but in a different way, if you understand what I’m saying.

I give you…

A Night at the Movies

Originated from this post.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon in Duckburg. For Lena, though, things were maybe a little too low-key.

Webby was off on some sort of adventure with her family, and Violet was busy doing Woodchucking stuff with Boyd. So naturally, that left her in a bind. She wanted somebody to hang out with.

Then she remembered: Gosalyn. Dewey’s friend from St. Canard. The two girls didn’t know each other all that well, but Lena figured it was worth a shot.

So Lena pulled out her phone, pulled up Gosalyn’s number, and fired a quick ‘Hey’ to her. Then she waited. It only took a few minutes before she got a text back.

Uh…who is this? If you’re trying to sell me some Beakscoin, I’m not interested.

Crap. Gosalyn must not have her saved yet.

No, I’m not trying to scam you or anything. This is Lena Sabrewing.

Shoot! Sorry about that, Lena. Guess I forgot to save you as a contact. Anyway, what’s up?

You wanna hang out?

Today? Like, right now?

Yeah. I’m just kinda bored right now.

Okay, let’s do it. I’ll try and get Launchpad to drive me to Duckburg. Where should we meet up?

I dunno, the park? We can go from there, I guess.

Perfect. See you there.

Lena put her phone down and smiled to herself. ‘Maybe today doesn’t have to suck,’ she thought.

She retreated downstairs. One of her fathers, Ty, was in the living room, reading a book on carpentry projects.

“Hey, Dad?”

Ty glanced up from his book. “Yes, Lena?”

“Is it okay if I go out and hang with a friend?”

“Yes, of course,” Ty replied. “Which one of your friends is it?”

“Gosalyn. Like, I’ve only met her a couple times, but she’s basically part of our group now,” Lena explained to her father. “She’s the one that Launchpad and Drake Mallard took in.”

“Ah, yes,” Ty remembered. “I have not met her, but I certainly trust them enough. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Just don’t be out too late, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” Lena resigned. “I gotcha. Thanks, Dad.”

“You’re welcome, honey. I’ll see you when I see you.”

And Lena headed out the door towards the park.

After Lena arrived at Duckburg Park, she had to wait a little before Gosalyn arrived. But it wasn’t too long before a semi-familiar blue car pulled up, accompanied by two familiar faces.

“Lena!” exclaimed Gosalyn.

“Hey,” Lena replied. She waited until Gosalyn got out of the car, and then the two bumped fists.

“Hey, Lena,” said Launchpad.

“‘Sup, Launchpad,” Lena chimed back.

“Okay, Gos, just call me when you need a ride back,” Launchpad continued, turning to face the other girl. “Your dad said not to stay out too late, though.”

“No problem, Launchpad,” replied Gosalyn. “We got the hang of it.”

“Alright. Have fun, you two.” And Launchpad drove away.

“So,” Lena began, “what do you wanna do?”

“Dunno,” Gosalyn replied. “What really is there to do in Duckburg?”

“Definitely quite a bit,” explained Lena. “Not sure what might work for us, though.”

“Let’s walk on it, then,” suggested Gosalyn. And the two girls set off, walking along the various paths at the park.

Admittedly, Lena and Gosalyn didn’t have a lot of options. They didn’t have a lot of money. And they could only really go as far as the bus could take them. They kinda needed to get creative.

And then, Gosalyn spied the perfect idea, hanging on a lamppost.

“Boom!” she exclaimed. “There’s our answer.”

“What is?” Lena asked.

She leaned in closer to look at the poster Gosalyn had found.

It read, “Attention DU community! The Duckburg University Film Department presents…a classic horror double-feature! Alien and Night of the Living Dead. Open to any and all. Saturday, October 17th, 5 PM, on the quad. Admission is free! Refreshments will be provided!”

“Whoa,” said Lena.

“My friend,” Gosalyn replied, “I believe we have just hit the jackpot.”

Lucky for the two girls, the campus of Duckburg University wasn’t too far away.

When they got to the quad, they were rather impressed. Rows of chairs were set up on the grass before a massive projection screen. There was a row of tables off to the side, where students were selling food and drinks.

Lena picked out a couple seats for the two of them, while Gosalyn got some food. She was a bit worried that she and Lena would be taken out due to their age, but thankfully, none of the students working the event really seemed to care that two teenage girls were there; they were mostly focused on making money from the event.

She made her way back over to Lena.

“This totally rocks!” Gosalyn exclaimed. “Dad and Launchpad would never take me to something like this.”

“Something, something, you’re too young?” Lena guessed.

“Well, that, and the fact that they’re just not huge horror fans,” Gosalyn explained. “One time, Launchpad went to see one, and he got paranoid about mole monsters after.”

“No way!” Lena gasped. “I remember that. That was the time that he and Tea Time took me, Webby, and the guys to the movies.”

“Mrs. Beakley, right?”

Lena nodded.

“Damn,” Gosalyn thought out loud. “Small world.”

“Anyway,” Lena continued, “I like having someone else to watch horror movies with. The four boys really aren’t crazy about them, so I usually watch with Webby and Violet. But I can never really tell whether Webby enjoys the movies we watch, or is terrified by them. She just sits there, watching in silence. And Vi has the habit of pausing them every ten or so minutes, just so she can comment on how unrealistic certain parts of whatever we’re watching are.”

“But you put up with it, all the same?” Gosalyn questioned.

“Well, yeah,” Lena answered. “They still mean a lot to me. And I don’t want to force them to change those horror-watching habits. I think it’s just cool to have someone to kinda lay back and just soak the movie in with every once in a while.”

“Well, shoot,” Gosalyn replied, an uncontrollable grin on her face. “Thanks, Lena. I’m still kinda getting used to this “having friends” thing, so I’m glad to hear you say that. I like actually having someone to enjoy these kinds of things with, too.”

“Good, good,” Lena responded. “Ooh, looks like it’s starting soon.” She grabbed a handful of popcorn from her bag and chomped down.

By the time the double feature had ended, the sun had set on Duckburg. The streets were now gently illuminated with the glow of street lights, as well as the cars’ headlights.

Lena and Gosalyn had spent the evening movie watching, joking around, and snapping photos, even posting a few on Quackchat.

“…and then the alien burst out of the officer’s chest!” Lena recalled. “That was awesome!”

“Right?!” Gosalyn replied. “I read somewhere that the other actors weren’t told beforehand what was going to happen with Kane, so those were their genuine reactions.”

“I love it!” Lena exclaimed. “And now it’s an iconic piece of film history.”

The two girls laughed.

“Ohhhh…” Gosalyn sighed. “We should totally do this again sometime.”

“Yes. We should,” Lena agreed. “Your place or mine. Ooh, or better yet, at Casa McMoneybags.”

“Girls’ Night?” Gosalyn quizzed.

Lena nodded, a smirk creeping across her bill. “Girls’ Night. After all, you are part of the girls’ side now.”

“Awesome!” Gosalyn grinned.

Then the two noticed a blue car approaching, one wheel veering onto the curb somewhat haphazardly.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Gosalyn concluded. “I’ll see you later, Lena.”

“Not if I see you first,” Lena challenged.

The two girls bumped fists again, and then once Gosalyn got in, the car drove back off into the night.

As soon as it disappeared out of sight, Lena began walking back home. She smiled in a reminiscing manner. Even though her day didn’t seem too promising at first, she enjoyed how it turned out. She definitely liked spending time with Gosalyn.

She couldn’t wait to tell her dads and Violet.

[jmrothwell]

Writer Asks! 11, 15, 30, 49

Thanks agains Ash!! <3 (Long answer is long, so I'll put a read more after the first one. On that note I'll link the question list here: questions for fic writers)

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

I am very partial to Reggie (82 of my 99 fics are tagged with him, granted a lot of those are prompts but STILL. Plus I don't know if it's because other picked up on that too or not but like almost every time I open up prompts Reggie is almost always the top requested character)

I adore adorkable, rays of sunshine. Like I have 3 go to charcter types (two personality based ones, and then dark haired/light eyed characters) and like my wife picked up on Reggie being my fav before I even said anything to her, because he fits 2 out of the three.

It's at the point where if Reggie's Jam(or Now or Never) comes on in the car and the GPS interrupts the song, she just automatically restarts it knowing I'm going to anyway because HOW DARE.

He's a Star Wars fan with musical chops, he's a little airheaded bt he's got a heart of gold. And there is so much you COULD theorize and speculate about his character just because of what's been revealed and how he was played and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

AAAAAAH! OMG!! but I have so many!!

I love my Supernatural Romance AU's (Feats of Crimson, We Run Together(it may only have the one fic but that is the verse name), Closest to Heaven, and Devil Searching For Redemption)

So those are definitley my top 4 but I don't know if I can rank them beyond that! They're all so good for different reasons!!!

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Sink Your Teeth was out of my comfort zone regarding the intimacy. I am bad at writing action and being intimate is a type of action I hadn't really attempted before. (In fact prior to Slices of Summer-Fireworks I hadn't written that much in the way of kissing scenes, I think I'd only written one other kiss before then and it practically amounted to 'and they kissed')

I had a similar issue with I Could be the Monster with the Alex POV section because that one had a lot of action (It originally was supposed to have more and be MUCH more detailed but I think it flows fairly well with how it ended up.)

In each of those cases I struggled and wrote and worried and ended up sharing/posting thinking this will surely be hated/flop because all I could see was all the ways I could improve, or how it was envisioned in my head. And every single time the almost exact opposite happened.

Which just keeps reminding me A: to stop doubting myself, B: it's ok to take risks with my writing(I won't improve otherwise), C: Allowed me to sort of mentally give myself to pursue MORE stories like that.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

Right now I am actively working on a few things atm, The next chapters of While You're in the World, Can't Get You (Out of my Mind), and I'm almost always slowly pecking away at my rulie fake/convenience marriage fic. Here's a few lines from each of those!:

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R: luke

R: I’m serious

R: if ur not up I’m leaving ur ass

L: you wouldn’t

L: but don’t worry 

L: I’ll be up

Luke was absolutely right, Reggie didn’t leave him behind when he wasn’t awake the next morning. However, the dark haired boy had no qualms against pummeling Luke with a pillow until he did wake up and got dressed. 

.

“That’s a bit of a story.” Luke’s voice sounded over his shoulder, where Julie’s eyes drifted to. Reggie hadn’t thought this part of their plan through. He’d so quickly become accustomed to Luke’s vibrancy he almost entirely forgot he was dead, and very much looked it. 

He braced himself as he watched the shock overtake Julie’s face, at this point he had almost been screaming. Reggie’d also forgotten how much Julie liked to unknowingly defy his expectations. 

“I’m dreaming,” She exhaled as she turned away from Luke and himself.

.

WTF!?

JULES IS THIS YOU?!

Julie squints down at her phone, as a tension pulls inside her chest. The thoughts that had been swarming around her head like a beehive clear away only slightly as she tries to piece together what Flynn is going on about. She clicks the link to the video that was sent and immediately her stomach drops to her feet.

It’s not a very long video nor is it very clear, shaky and obviously taken by someone at a bit of a distance. However, she recognizes the building in the shot, the very same chapel she and Reggie had been at earlier that day-yesterday? What time was it?

Julie doesn’t care about the time soon enough as the video zooms in and focuses on Reggie, his broad smile only briefly obscured by what must be the back of her head, her dark braids falling into cascading curls. Julie forgets how to breathe as her chest collapses in on itself. 

She remembers this exact moment and watches in a sort of distant horror, nausea building in the pit of her stomach, as Reggie laughs before linking arms with her. There is no denying she and Reggie very clearly, very soberly, very deliberately, walk arm in arm into the chapel.

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[staticl0ve]

FURIOUS that I’m late but. here✨✨✨

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

🌿how does creating make you feel?

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language?

🍭why did you start writing?

kissing your glorious face and brain😌

I see your gesture and I raise you: licking your face and brain ✨👅✨

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✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

I’m realizing I skimmed this question so I’ll give you two answers cause I have this whole chunk typed out looool.

Oh my god, if I wouldn’t find it so tedious, maybe edit the first fic I ever wrote, Ex Animo. It’s sort of a half a retelling of the original plot and half self indulgence and I really meant for there to be this super dark and wicked crime mystery, very body snatcher and political within DBH post revolution, but I honestly fell out of love writing it cause I wanted to move on from it.

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OKAY. Back on track:

Darkest of Hearts is a Nines/Reader and he’s just soaked in blood, she’s soaked in blood, they make out and it’s hot. It doesn’t have as much interest and it may be due to how many “omg there’s blood” tags. (It’s not even that bad but juuuust in case).

It was my first attempt at present tense too, so it’s a bit rocky in some scenes but I really liked the imagery of these two secret agents and the dark romance they have with each other.

🌿how does creating make you feel?

So good, heheh. It’s a great outlet. I’m always kinda thinking of ideas and it’s so fun having a place to write them down and even better if someone enjoys it.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

Overtime, my style’s changed a lot. I started off with a very reader POV focused style. Now though, how I tell a story varies depending on what I’d like to tell. The voice in Dollhouse is eerie and I try to add lots of suspense and tension in contrast to any of the TNDB stories where it’s just sunshine and bubblegum.

Overall, I think how I try to dig into a character has a bit of a recognizable pattern. In a good way, though! I can tell when I’m writing something that’s meant to be introspective for a character and that the pacing of their self discovery follows a similar beat to some of my other stories. Like we’ve hit an emotional plateau, cut to more action, k now more emotions.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

I love this question so much. It’s the smut. It’s always the smut.

Jk, but also not.

I enjoy good plot, which I think goes hand in hand with some world building (context for the plot). But I also just really adore character explorations, putting them in highly emotional circumstances and seeing how they can mirror our humanity.

🍭why did you start writing?

To be honest? Originally, just cause I really wanted to read the scenarios I was bugging other writers about and then the secondhand embarrassment of sending them so many prompts had me going: oh fine, I can try and see how it goes. 🤣💀

Now? I’m just so stoked to have a chance to put some ideas I have on paper cause I’m always imagining things and it used to go nowhere so now it can at least live somewhere in the internet ✨

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Ty babe 💋💋✨

Ask me anything from this writer ask.

[lgcsoyoun]

Seasons of Astrid

LGC Cafe Performances Setlist

The only time Soyoun ever performed by herself in front of an audience was during her solo at the Manila stop of the Project Origin Tour. As she gets ready, she almost can’t believe the crowd at the cafe right now. Half of her doesn’t think that this crowd is here for her. They’re probably here for whoever is performing after her and are just early. There’s no way that these people are here for her. Not when she’s often snubbed at fan sign events in favor of her other group mates or being asked about the other members during her V-Lives. 

Perhaps taking on every opportunity she can get is overcompensating for how she has to work hard to make people like her. Oh well, if they don’t like her, they’ll all just have to deal with it. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a challenge for Soyoun to make people fall in love with her. 

It’s too late to back out, so Soyoun puts on her best smile and comes out when prompted. “Hello, everyone! I’m Crystallis’ Astrid. Thank you for coming out here today. I hope you’re all keeping nicely warm as the days grow colder.” 

“Before we begin, I’d like to call this setlist ‘Seasons of Astrid’,” Soyoun says as she slowly feels out the audience who seem to be here for her or are warming up to her. Either way, it’s a humbling and touching experience to see people slowly accept that she’s the one out here. “This is because different sides of myself through songs I enjoy that match the different seasons. So I felt it made sense. Besides, 'tis the season to get to know each other, yeah?” She winks at the audience as she gets settled for her first song. "It's all about good vibes and chilling without the bitter cold today. Get it?" 

Soyoun's aware that some of her jokes could fall flat, but she's glad that today's audience is receptive to them. "The first song I'll be performing today is something people said suited me well, and it's also one of my favorite songs... So I hope I do it justice." As the opening notes to IU's "Blueming", Soyoun starts swaying and smiling as she gets into the mood of the song. As this one doesn't really have any choreography, she mostly does little movements and interacts with the audience, who thankfully seem to be smiling back at her. If there is a special person she is offering her "blue-ming" emotions, then no one needs to know. 

For the next performance, she opts to go with a summer-appropriate song that experienced a revival. After all, "Rollin'" is a fun song to do, and Soyoun asks the people to dance with her as the chorus comes. Audience engagement is always fun, and it's nice to see that most people in the cafe gamely doing the choreography with her. "Don't stand on the chairs!" Soyoun says as she laughs in the middle of the performance. The fact that there was no one singing during that part is enough proof that her mic is on. She hopes that her haters have nothing to say about that. 

"Wasn't that fun?" As the audience answers a resounding "yes", Soyoun then gets settled as they set up a chair for her next two songs. "Blueming was the spring song, since it just made sense. Spring is when things bloom, and I felt like it made sense. It's the symbol of new beginnings, and I wanted to give us some happiness," she says with a smile. "Of course, it wouldn't be summer without a summer song, yeah?" 

She smiles as the audience cheers. "You guys have always known me as the cheerful one in Crystallis, so I'd like to introduce my more sentimental side with the songs that represent autumn and winter. The autumn song is for those who are trying to move on from heartbreak, while I dedicate the winter song to my members and of course you guys who I hope to spend more winters and Christmases with." 

"I believe I'll be over you" was a promise she had made when Jongsuk had unknowingly broken her heart by leaving Legacy. A year later, she's glad that she had somehow managed to do it. To be fair to her, she had enough time to mourn the end of that relationship, although it had felt like being stuck in the same place for some time. It doesn't hurt to think of him now, and Soyoun is glad for that. Being busy after the long break also helped her move on faster. Now, she can remember him with a smile and hopefully find someone who will make her happy like he used to. 

She chose "Wish Tree" for the last song because she wanted to give this a somewhat happy note despite showing off her calmer, softer side. She was being sincere when she said that she wants to always be happy with Crystallis and the fans like they are today. After all, the fans are the reason they are still here. Soyoun also loves her group members and will do anything for them to stick together as long as they want to be a team. 

When the notes of the song day away, Soyoun then smiles at the audience. "I hope you had fun with me today," Soyoun says to the crowd. She then makes more jokes that she hopes the audience finds funny and asks some members of the crowd about their holiday plans. "I have last more song to perform, so I hope you're not tired of me yet." She chuckles as she takes in the crowd in front of her. "It's an achievement that none of you have walked out on me yet, so I appreciate you all for staying today." 

"As the notes of Butterfly start playing, Soyoun then says to the audience, "If you know the song, feel free to sing and dance along with me." 

As Soyoun performs that song she has performed countless times, it warms her heart to see the audience singing along with her, while the others clap along to the beat as if to encourage her. She never thought she'd manage to pull off a solo stage, but here she is, doing just that. As much fun as this is, Soyoun knows she has a long way to go before she'll truly be a star who can shine alone. 

"This has been Crystallis' Astrid, and I hope you enjoyed today's performances," Soyoun says after she drops the final pose. "I hope you had fun with me and enjoyed my song choices. Looking forward to seeing you all again. Skrrt Skrrt!" 

[c0ntr0lledchaos]

mwmday9 - Going Home

Unofficial part two of day 7 'New Home'

Prompts:

“We'll burn that bridge when we get there.”

Collar

Lost

Roof

(originally posted in may of 2023)

 The plain white walls and silence of his cell were starting to drive Jason mad with boredom. They took his clothes the day he got here, leaving him with a hospital gown instead. The air was cold and sterile, leaving Jason shivering as he curled in on himself in an attempt to stay warm. He wasn’t even given a blanket, only a stiff and scratchy mattress to lay on.

 His body ached from the experiments his captors did on him earlier that day. They tested him to see the limits of his shapeshifting, forcing him to keep going until he collapsed. Shapeshifting took energy and he could only do it so much before it started to take a toll on his body. The worst part was the collar they put on him. It was electronically controlled and kept him from shifting while wearing it. Every time it detected him shape-shifting it would shock him and alert the scientist. They removed it for the experiments, stripping him of the freedom he had over his own body. The collar also had a remote that would shock him at the push of a button if he disobeyed or they decided he needed extra motivation. They had shocked him earlier for simply not walking fast enough.

 Without any view of the outside world, Jason wasn’t sure how long he had been there. Judging by how often he was fed though, he guessed he had been held prisoner for about a week now. He never knew he could miss his shitty apartment so much.

 The silence was broken as the slot at the bottom of the door opened and his dinner was pushed in on a tray, scrapping against the tiled floor. He sighed and sat up, his body protesting as he did. He stood up slowly and walked over to the food, limping a bit as he did. He sat down and glared at the food. They only fed him what they decided was the bare minimum of nutrients he needed. It was disgustingly bland.

 Jason was about to start eating when he noticed the paper cup that usually had water in it was turned upside down on the tray. He frowned and picked the cup up, finding a wireless earpiece under it. Jason stared, trying to figure out why someone would give him this. Maybe this was a trick or some kind of experiment they wanted to do on him. Why they would hide it under the cup instead of just giving it to him he couldn’t figure out.

 Suddenly, the earpiece beeped as someone tried to call it. Jason jumped at the noise, not expecting it. He stared at it with wide eyes until it beeped again. Jason scrambled to grab it, nearly knocking over the bowl of food in the process. He fumbled with the earpiece before placing it in his ear with shaky hands. He pressed the answer button and hesitated before speaking.

 “Hello…?”

 "Oh good, I thought you wouldn’t answer for a second,” a man on the other end said.

 “Who are you?” Jason asked, glancing up at the window to make sure no one was watching him. He turned so that no one could see the earpiece if they walked by. His mouth felt dry and he kept glancing up at the window, worried he would be punished for this. He wasn’t sure who gave this to him so he wanted to be careful, just in case.

 "OK, we don’t have much time. I have control over the cameras but only for a little while.” The man spoke quickly, sounding frantic. Jason could hear the faint typing of a computer keyboard in the background.

 “Wait what is-”

 “Once I unlock your door, you need to run as fast as you can to your right. I’ll guide you through the building from there.”

 “hold up-”

 “No one should be coming to check on you for a couple of minutes so we have to hurry-”

 “Stop!” Jason said sternly. He breathed heavily, adrenaline already coursing through his system at the mere thought of escaping. “Look I really want to escape, but-”

 “And that's why we have to hurry-”

 “But! I do not trust you yet,” Jason said. The man on the other end finally became quiet. “I’ll listen to you, but only if you tell me your name first. That's all I want to know.”

 Jason chewed on his bottom lip as he waited for the man to respond. This could be a trick. The scientists might just want to know what he would do if given the chance to escape. Using the information to make it harder for him to do so in the future. It seemed more likely than a random stranger coming to his rescue. Even so, Jason wanted to know the man's name.

 “My name is Jack,” the man said after a moment, sounding like he had calmed down a little.

 “It’s nice to meet you, Jack. I’m Jason.”

 “Yeah… I kinda already knew that. Hacking into their files and all. Now, if you are ready, I am serious about not having much time,” Jack explained.

 “I’m ready,” Jason said, standing up and facing the door. His muscles were stiff, but he was not about to miss the chance to escape.

 Jason put a trembling hand on the door handle and waited for a moment, listening to Jack typing. He fidgeted with the earpiece with his other hand, making sure it was properly secured to his ear and wouldn’t fall off. After a moment, the handle clicked and Jason threw the door open. He couldn’t help but smile as he ran out of the room, heading to the right like Jack said.

 “Ok, so keep going down this hallway then make a right. There is a door that leads to a loading area. You are escaping that way,” Jack explained.

 “I think that's where they brought me in,” Jason said, slightly out of breath already. The hall was long and lined with doors and windows leading into other cells, most empty but not all of them. Jason tried not to think about it.

 “What about the collar?” Jason asked, making a turn and seeing the door that Jack was talking about.

 “I’m working on- stop! There’s people coming,” Jack warned, causing Jason to trip over his own feet in an attempt to stop.

 He groaned and pushed himself up just as the door at the end of the hall opened up and a couple of people walked in. They all froze as they spotted Jason and he scrambled to his feet, not waiting for them to react.

 “Shit shit shit!” Jason said, his heart pounding in his ears. He could barely hear Jack giving him directions as he ran. “Fuck, what if they catch me? I-I can’t-”

 “Then we'll burn that bridge when we get there,” Jack said, startling a laugh out of Jason.

 “I don’t think that's the saying,” Jason said, the laugh breaking him out of his panic enough to listen to the directions.

 Jack led him down a few different hallways, warning him if someone was coming and redirecting him if needed. Jason had lost all sense of direction, not knowing how to find his way back to his cell if he wanted to. The building felt like a maze he was hopelessly lost in. Jason had never felt more grateful for a stranger's help.

 The intercom crackled to life before a woman spoke, “Attention staff, there is an escaped shapeshifter. Please be alert."

 As Jason rounded a corner he was met with two security guards with guns at the ready. His feet slipped out from under him as he tried to stop. He could see two tranquilizer darts fly over him, hitting the wall behind him instead. He forced himself up and ran, only making it a few feet before his collar shocked him, causing him to fall to the ground in pain. Jack cussed under his breath as the collar caused Jason's body to twitch uncontrollably, unable to stand back up. The security guards walked up to him, remote for the collar in hand. He lay there, breathing heavily and fighting back tears as the guards approached.

 There was a quiet click before the collar fell off and Jack yelled in his ear.

 “RUN!”

 Jason got his second wind as the weight of the collar left him. He pushed himself up onto all fours and shifted into a german shepherd, the first animal that came to mind. He took off away from the guards, outrunning them now that he was on all fours. His hospital gown hung off his new body, almost causing him to trip a couple of times but Jason refused to slow down. He knew he would pay for shapeshifting before his body had fully recovered but he would deal with it once the adrenaline wore off.

 “Now, you are going to hate this but-” Jack started, earning a huff from Jason, “you are going to turn down a hallway that has about 5 scientists in it. You will have to dodge them and get to the elevator at the end of the hall.”

 Jack was right; Jason hated it, but pushed on anyways. He had already made it this far.

 Jason followed his directions and turned down a hallway with scientists standing in it just as Jack had said. They all turned to look as he ran towards them, spreading out and getting ready to catch him. He used his speed and size to his advantage and slipped past them as they scrambled to get a hold of him. He yelped as one of them grabbed onto his fur, yanking a chunk out. He saw the elevator doors open at the end of the hall and ran as fast as he could, nearly slamming into the back of the elevator. The doors shut before the scientists could reach it and Jason collapsed to the floor, wincing as he slowly changed back into his human form.

 “You did it! fuck yeah!” Jack cheered.

 Jason let out a breathy laugh that soon turned into a fit of giggles as the elevator started to move. A couple of tears escaped his eyes as the giggles turned into a sob. He quickly wiped his eyes and covered his face. Jack was silent as Jason composed himself. Jason sniffled as he sat up and leaned against the back wall of the elevator. “Sorry…”

 “It's ok, you are almost out. The elevator is hooked up to their computer system for some reason so I’ve already taken control of it. no one is stopping this thing so take a moment to catch your breath,” Jack said softly.

 The elevator walls were covered in mirrors, giving Jason the first clear look at himself he’s had all week. He examined his reflection, softly touching his neck where the collar used to be. The skin was rubbed raw after being forced to wear it for so long, and the skin was especially red where it had shocked him. His eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles under them, his shape-shifting not being able to hide his exhaustion.

 “So can you see me right now?” Jason asked, looking around for a security camera.

 “Yeah. Right now I am looking through a camera by the buttons.”

 Jason looked up at the buttons, seeing a small camera lens next to the emergency call button. He smiled and gave it a little wave. “I wish I could make a better first impression. I look like such a mess right now.”

 "Dude, don't even sweat it. You are escaping a secret science lab where they do experiments on people! I could care less about your appearance right now,” Jack said, chuckling.

 Jason laughed softly, looking down at his hands. “I really can’t thank you enough for saving me,” Jason said. He wished he had a better way to express his gratitude but for now, he would have to settle for just a thank you.

 “Yeah, well, thank me when you are actually out of the building.”

 Jason chuckled a bit at that and looked up, seeing they were almost at the top floor. He grabbed the railing and slowly pulled himself up, getting ready for whatever was waiting for him.

 “It's a straight shot once you get out of the elevator. Just start running and go through the door at the end of the hall,” Jack explained and Jason nodded, getting ready to run. “There is a group of security guards making their way up the stairs but they are a few floors behind you so you should have a few minutes before they catch up.”

 After a moment the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. As soon as the gap was wide enough for Jason to pass, he rushed through it. This area of the building looked more like a normal office, a jarring change from the rest of the building. It felt refreshing to finally be free from the sterile white walls of the lab below. Jason pushed past a group of confused people in suits, keeping his eyes on the door Jack was talking about.

 Jason burst through the door and saw stairs leading up. He ran up the stairs, taking them two steps at a time. He opened the door at the top and froze in the sunlight. He smiled and walked out onto the roof, taking in the warmth he didn’t even realize he was missing.

 “I can’t see from the cameras too well but you should be able to jump to the next building from there, correct?”

 Jason walked over the edge and looked down at the roof of the neighboring building. “Yeah, I can make that jump.”

 “Awesome, if you can get to the fire escape from there you should be home free. I can guide you through the city if you need me to.”

 “Great, 'cause I have no idea where I am,” Jason said, looking down at the street below. He glanced back at the door and hesitated for a moment. “What about the others?” Jason couldn’t help but ask.

 “… most of the other captives are… to far gone. They would need a full blown rescue team. I’m sorry,” Jack said softly, sounding just as devastated as Jason felt at the information.

 “Let's just focus on getting you home for now,” Jack said.

 Jason hesitated before jumping down to the next roof, mentally promising to come back and rescue the other captives, burning this place to the ground in the process.

[thatndginger]

Ok, so my big writing dilemma right now (which is compounded by my terrible brain fog and lack of free time and lack of sleep and) is this: the plot that I’ve been trying to write for Shapeshifter is more of an end-game, series finale type plot, and not a ‘starter’ plot. There are a lot of things that this plot - the Evil Doctor Plot, if I may - assumes a reader already knows, and I’ve been equal parts ignoring and wracking my brain trying to figure out how to introduce in the first third of the story.

This approach, my husband helpfully pointed out, is… bad. Or not bad, but not the smartest choice. Husband is a lot kinder to me than I am to myself on this topic, I’ll be honest. It kinda sucks to throw myself fully at something for two years and realize I’ve been doing it the wrong way. I still love the Shapeshifter world with my entire soul, and I want to keep writing it, but between the fatigue from existing and being kinda disheartened now, I think my gameplan is to just sit and maybe throw a rock at Shapeshifter and War Witch every once in a while? (If anyone ever asks which character I’d want to meet in real life, the answer is none. Because I throw rocks at their heads just to see what happens, and I’d like to live, thank you.)

However, I do still have an eventual plan for Shapeshifter. Thanks again to the husband, I have a new plot concept for Shapeshifter, one that is truly a ‘starter’ plot, that can ease everyone into the various elements of the world. Introduce the city, highlight some of the ways - but not all - that magic works, start setting up the characterization of the main characters that will follow them throughout the series. The only problem is that it’s going to throw the entire timeline back by a while. I haven’t settled on a concrete time yet, but it’s going to be somewhere before the original trio of Kerr, Jay, and Warrick have even left the Pack. They haven’t met Luka yet. Jay hasn’t even considered splitting off and opening her own garage yet. 

I’m sad that I’m going to have to let Luka go for a while. He’s a character I love dearly. But this also means I get to show everyone his first introduction and eventual acceptance into the Hellhounds. I get to explore exactly why Jay decides to pull away from the Pack - functionally her giant adopted family. There are so many possibilities that I hadn’t even let myself consider because I was so focused on telling the Evil Doctor plot. A plot that demands I have all the above (and more) figured out and set in stone before we even start.

So while I try to sort out my life I’m gonna slowly pick away at this new idea for Shapeshifter. Hopefully build up more enthusiasm and a whole barn full of ideas that I can explore eventually. But for the most part, I think I’m just gonna try to re-learn how to enjoy writing again. I have a giant, lovely leather-bound notebook, a list of prompts a mile long, and a year’s supply of my favorite pens. I’m gonna try to pick a prompt every day (as time allows) and just… write something, anything. Maybe I’ll even post some of these little ideas on here :3c

[cyncerity]

May we recieve angst? In the sizeshifter Tommy au?

:)

tw: vore, brief mention of panic attacks, talk of throwing up

It was a harmless idea, how could it have all gone so wrong so quickly? The food was labeled, godammit! No one was even supposed to be coming over today! But no, of course fate had to hate him.

It was a good idea. A great one, even. He knew because it had worked flawlessly before. Ranboo didn’t have a clue what was happening last time, so realistically Tubbo wouldn’t either! He wouldn’t see it coming. He couldn’t use ice cream again, so a cup of coke in a non transparent glass would have to do. He had just enough so that he could breath, but duck under when he heard someone coming. And that he did, and it worked flawlessly. He was none the wiser! And Tommy was just about to shift bigger and scare the living shit out of him when he heard it. His mind screeched to a hault as the voice outside the stomach registered in his mind.

Tubbo’s voice.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Where the hell was he??

All that was going through Tommy’s head was *please be Ranboo please be Ranboo please be Ranboo-*

***

Tubbo was setting up the mics for another cricket crew stream when a familiar face walked through the door. He laughed a bit as he shot him a dirty look. “Finally came to help out, did you?”

Billzo feigned offense as he walked over to help Tubbo. “You thought I wouldn’t? What kind of a person would that make me, huh?”

***

*Fuck, NOT Ranboo. Definitely not Ranboo. Fuck!*

Tommy started hyperventilating. It was Billzo. He was inside of Billzo’s stomach. Shit, how was he supposed to get out?!

He frantically pulled out his phone and started to dm Ranboo.

‘Help fuck code fucking red fucking help I was trying to pull the prank I did with you again but on Tubbo and I left coke on the counter and put his name on it but Billzo drank it and I’m fucking stuck help me I’m panicking’

Tommy sent it and held his phone above the coke he sat in so it wouldn’t be damaged. He needed it in case Ranboo responded. Which he did shortly-

‘Are you saying that Billzo…you know? That you’re “with” him right now?’

‘No I’m saying that I’m fucking safe at home and have nothing to worry about OF COURSE THATS WHAT IM SAYING’

‘Oh god. He still doesn’t know. Does he feel anything wrong yet?’

‘Not as far as I can tell. He hasn’t mentioned feeling off at all. I don’t want him to find out like this.’

‘He might have to. He already knows something was up with what he drank.’

That made Tommy pause. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Tom you sent your SOS to the group chat’

*oh god fUCKING DAMNIT*

***

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is that gonna make me sick? And I gonna have to go to the hospital? What did he put in that coke?!” Billzo shouted, pacing the room while staring horrified at the message. Tubbo just stared, face getting paler as he realized what that message meant. Tommy was…oh god…

“Where even is Tommy right no-“ “Nowhere!! I mean, it doesn’t matter!” Tubbo interjected. How was he supposed to do this? How could he get Tommy out of Billzo’s gut without having him notice? Telling him was a big no. And keeping Tommy small enough to be undetectable wouldn’t work since Tommy needed to be at least 2 inches tall to be spit out without hurting anyone, and he was probably only about half an inch at the moment, otherwise Billzo would be freaked out for a different reason.

“What do you mean ‘it doesn’t matter’? I want to know what that fucker did!” “I mean…I already know! So there’s no point in getting Tommy.” Ok, that was a good enough on the spot lie. Tubbo could work with that.

He continued. “Last time, this made Ranboo…really sick. Yeah…he was…uh…in bed for like 3 days.” Billzo’s face was priceless but Tubbo didn’t let his face show any humor. “But! If you throw it up in time, maybe it won’t do anything!!”

“Ok let’s do that then-“ Billzo was cut off by Aimsey and Ranboo bursting through the door. “I saw the chat messages, what wro-“ “You need to go empty your stomach now.” Ranboo shouted over Aimsey. “We kinda figured that out already.” Billzo said, going into the kitchen and grabbing a spoon to hopefully trigger his gag reflex. “I-I’ll get a bucket or a bowl or something.” Said Aimsey, visibly confused as she went to go search for one. Ranboo wanted to help but was quickly pulled into a different room by Tubbo.

The second they were out of earshot, Tubbo had his phone pulled out and Tommy on a call, which he answered within seconds. Tubbo put him on speaker so Ranboo could hear him, too.

“You dumbass what were you thinking?!” Tubbo whispered yelled into the phone. “Oh sorry, it was totally my fault that no one told me Bill was coming over today!” Ranboo sighed and took the phone from Tubbo, doing his best to mediate the shouting match. “Are you alright? Did you hear everything we were saying out here?” Tommy took a few deep breaths and continued. “Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bit of a panic attack earlier, but I’ll be ok. And yeah, I heard the whole conversation. That seemed like it should work. Aimsey’s here too, now, isn’t she?” “Yeah, she showed up with me.” Tubbo suddenly yanked the phone back. “Tom what are we gonna do about you being too small to throw up?” “I’ll just have to shift at the right time, I guess. I don’t know, I’ve never had to get out of anyone who didn’t know I was in their belly in the first place! If I may remind you, this obviously wasn’t supposed to happen!! I-” Tommy wanted to continue complaining, but he was suddenly interrupted by a different discord call. Billzo. The name on his screen made his heart spike for a moment as he clicked decline, putting him back on the call with Ranboo and Tubbo. And seconds after, he felt the wall in front of him hesitantly press in. He froze, to terrified to move, when the wall started to push in further. “Tommy? You still there?” Tubbo said.

“…Tubbo,” Tommy said quietly and monotone in a voice that not only contradicted that shouting he had been doing earlier, but also contradicted how truly terrified he felt, “where is Billzo right now?”

Tubbo and Ranboo looked towards each other, both visually confused over the question. Until they saw it out of the corner of their eyes.

Billzo was standing in the doorway to the room, a shaking hand clutched over his stomach, and his skin a ghastly pale.

“Tommy has to get out of where now?”

[huggybug]

Hi could u do 21, 25, and 49 for Jamie Drysdale pls!! (Also if u can’t figure out a way to tie them together don’t worry about it I’m good with just one of the prompts🙂)

old friends - jamie drysdale

word count: 1k

a/n: i tried so hard to get all the prompts in and i tried to get it to fit with jamie as a person cause i don’t rlly see him as an aggressive guy but i hope this is good!

021: “he shouldn’t have touched you like that.”

025: “i’m gonna fucking kill him.”

049: “who the fuck was that?”

Meeting your Canadian boyfriend in California was a surprising twist on your college experience. You originally went to Anaheim to attend a program that worked with the Angels which somehow led to you befriending a few of the younger players on the Ducks. It felt like you were living out a fantasy. You were dating a first round draft pick who was insanely sweet and probably the most humble guy you’ve ever met. Jamie caught your eye instantly and his career was just the icing on top of everything else you liked about him.

When the Ducks were scheduled for a game in you hometown of Vancouver, you decided to take the trip up as well for a long-overdue visit with your family and friends. “Is that okay with you?” You asked Jamie before you officially bought your plane ticket.

“Of course my love. I’ll get you guys tickets to the game if I can” He answered and you smiled. Jamie had already met your family and they absolutely loved him (his professional athlete status definitely helped win over your brothers).

“Perfect! Are you excited to be legal again?” It was always weird for you both to go back to Canada where you were both of age.

“Oh yeah, the guys are already talking about this bar they want to go to tomorrow night” Jamie finished packing his bag and then collapsed next to you on his bed. “You’re coming with us right?”

“Sure, if you want”

...

The bar they had chose was a common breeding grounds for hockey players. Locals knew that the Canucks and also the WHL team, the Giants came here a lot which meant there were tons of girls around looking to snag a hockey player. You, luckily already had yours and his arm was protectively wrapped around you as you followed the guys to a table. The first round of drinks came soon after you sat down and the night was already picking up. You emptied your drink and told Jamie you were going up for another which he nodded, asked you to get him another, and then returned to his conversation with Trevor.

You weaved your way through the crowd and finally made it to the bar, flagging down the bartender to place your order. You waited patiently when all of a sudden, you felt an arm drape across your shoulders. You look up, expecting to see Jamie when you were instead met with an old friend who shockingly enough, played for the Giants.

“Cole! How the hell are you bud?” You smiled up at the boy. You met Cole through a mutual friend a couple years ago and began to hang out with him and some of the guys on his team. You saw them all whenever you were home and it was always a good time.

“Doing well, what about you? Haven’t seen you in ages” You grin at him. You missed your friends from home, it had almost been a year since you’d been home to see them. Your family had come down to visit you (and Disneyland) a couple months ago but you hadn’t been able to come see everyone else in so long.

“Yeah I’ve been busy” You shrugged, there wasn’t any other reason for you to stay away. You usually came home right after school was over for the summer but last year, you went home with Jamie after his season so that meant you missed the Vancouver boys before they went home from their season.

“You should come back to the table, J and Alex are here” Your eyes widened at the mention of your two other favourite boys on the team. 

“I’ve got to get this drink to Jamie and then I’ll come say hey” Cole nodded and pointed over to where they were sitting before you hugged and parted ways. You walked back to the table and slid next to Jamie, only for his to pull you flush against his body.

“Who the fuck was that?” He asked roughly. You were taken aback for a minute until you glanced back at where you were previously standing at the bar. There was a clear line of vision to where you were with Cole so you knew that’s what Jamie was talking about.

“Oh that was Cole. He plays for the Giants” You say before taking a sip of your new drink. 

“He shouldn’t have touched you like that” Jamie growled and you raised an eyebrow at him. He wasn’t usually like this, he knew you could hold your own and he typically wasn’t the jealous type.

“First of all, I was fine. Second, he’s my friend Jamie, I’ve literally told you about him before” You clearly remember telling Jamie about your friends on the Giants and how they all texted you, congratulating you on ‘bagging Anaheim’s best player’ when you first posted on Instagram about your relationship. 

“So you’re not interested in him?” He asks, softening a little. You could see the Jamie you were used to start to come back.

“Were you jealous? I’m not interested in anyone but you babe” You kissed him quickly, not wanting to attract any attention from his team. 

“Maybe a little” Jamie shrugged with a sweet smile on his face.

“Trust me, that ship sailed with Cole a long time ago” You waved him off.

“What do you mean by that?” 

“It was a summer fling kind of. You know, it was fun while it lasted” Jamie looked like you just punched him in the gut so you kissed his cheek. “I love you, J. Believe me, if you two went head to head, you’d win easily” You wink and he laughs.

“Let’s set it up, I’m gonna fucking kill him” You roll your eyes at his competitiveness but Jamie just pulls you into his side and keeps you there for the rest of the night.