#Pleas let them eat this steak

[silvabacca]

Someone: Why are you crying it’s only a manga panel???

The manga panel:

[virgin-martyr]

Food plays an active role in coding the monstrous family and the relationship between Norman and his mother, both in life and in death. Norma is hidden in the fruit cellar by Norman. Norma accuses Norman of thinking that she’s “fruity,” underscoring the ambiguous relationship between mother and son and Norman’s sexuality and manhood in particular. Norman’s masculinity is regularly questioned by Norma. Thus Norman’s decision to hide his crime and his mother’s body in the fruit cellar is a plea to “cure” the act that he has committed. As his mother’s corpse ripens into a repressed memory, Norman becomes his mother, especially in moments of duress and sexual excitement. In the end, criminality, masculinity, and the figure of the mother are entwined with the concept of food. This is especially germane to the free-range stalk-and-slash narrative that is introduced in Psycho and later extrapolated upon in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Ultimately, Norman, like Leatherface, attempts to maintain the creature comforts of home by complicating the difference between the concept of food and the human body.

Hans Staats, excerpt from "Let Them Eat Steak: Food and the Family Horror Film Cycle," What's Eating You?: Food and Horror on Screen

[blueicequeen19]

Ignorance is Bliss Pt. 3

Warnings: angst, arguing, attempted assault, mentions of sex work, gaslighting

Tyler and I stand in silence on the deck, watching the girls play with Blue until they eventually change to swim. I keep looking over at JJ’s back deck, expecting to see him waiting for me with a warm smile but he never appears. I’ve probably lost him forever but my girls came first.

Tyler clears his throat and I blink at him, waiting for the shoe to drop.

“We’re hungry. Go fix something and we’ll talk.” I open my mouth to remind him who’s house this is but a quick raise of his brows reminds me what happens when I fight him. I take another glance at the girls before going inside. I cook the two steaks I had marinating for JJ and I along with salads, fruit, and breadsticks. I call everyone in for dinner, catching Blue by her blue collar before she can come in.

“I’ll be right back girls. I need to take her home.” I call over my shoulder but Tyler fixes me with a glare from the kitchen island.

“That’s not your dog?” Tyler bites out and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“She’s his.” I say calmly and his eyes narrow at me. “He’s my neighbor.” I add and Tyler slams the beer down he just opened, causing all of us to flinch and Blue tries to jerk free of my grasp.

I duck out and Blue quickly follows me over to JJ’s deck. I pull the screen door open to sneak her inside when a large hand grabs the front of my dress and yanks me inside, startling me. I’m suddenly pinned against the door and JJ glares at me. The heat in his blue eyes looks like he wants to yell while fucking me then eat me alive.

“JJ, I can’t do this right now. I was just bringing Blue back over.” I insist, pushing at his bare chest but he captures my lips in a desperate kiss. I kiss him back hard, gripping the back of his neck as I find myself so thankful he hasn’t shut me out yet.

I feel myself melting in his arms but I can still feel how angry he is. His whole body is tense. He must have so many questions.

“You lied to me.” JJ growls and I shake my head, at a loss for words.

“You weren’t honest with me.” I feel my body tremble against his. I wanted to be honest.

“You have a whole other life. I can’t wrap my head around this.”

“JJ, please, just let me figure out what he’s doing here and I’ll explain everything.”

“You’re not leaving, right? Please don’t leave.” His plea gives me hope and I kiss him quickly, resting our foreheads together for a moment.

“I’m not leaving. I love you.” I kiss him again before rushing back over to my house. Tyler is eating in silence while the girls chat happily back and forth. I sit down across from Tyler, directing my attention to the girls as I start cutting my steak.

“Mommy, who’s your friend?” Raylee asks, the oldest of the two. They were identical twins but they couldn’t be more different. Ray was outspoken. A leader. Not afraid of anything. I liked to think she got that from her dad. Whereas Emma was quiet and reserved like me. She’d rather read a book and Raylee would rather play sports. I didn’t care that they were so different as long as they loved each other.

“Yea, Mommy, who’s your friend? Is he a work friend?” Tyler asks, taking a bite of his steak in a mocking tone.

“No he’s not a work friend. He’s my neighbor. His name is JJ.” I say softly, glaring back at Tyler.

“He looked like a work friend. Were you working when I came in?” Tyler demands.

“Where are you working, Mommy?” Ray asks and I smile at her.

“Mommy is not working. Mommy is taking a break and enjoying the beach.” Raylee smiles back before taking another bite of her food. I look back to Tyler.

“Why are you here? Not that I’m not thrilled to finally see the girls but why all of a sudden?” I ask and Tyler takes a long drink of his beer before answering.

“I thought it was time their mother was more involved. I’m happy to give you the summer with them before they go back to school.” It wasn’t that I wasn’t involved, it was the fact that Tyler didn’t agree with my line of work and kept my children from me as punishment. But he let me pay off his house and cars and the massive medical debt we got from having the girls. The amount of money I brought in bruised is ego.

I was part of an elite escort service that paid more than Id ever thought possible. First it was to put myself through school, then I was buying brand news cars of the lot, flying first class to be the arm candy for government officials, and so on. Tyler had major issues with it when we met until I paid off all his debt. Then I got pregnant with twins with no medical insurance. I was able to pay off 300k by the time the girls were eight weeks old. I quit working but it wasn’t enough for Tyler. He couldn’t stand marrying someone in sex work so he labeled me a whore and a cheater, then taking my children from me. Tyler was a cop with connections so it was easy to get full custody so I let him have everything although I paid for it. I paid ungodly amounts in child support to keep him happy and I was only allowed to see the girls on holidays and birthdays. They were eight now.

I quit my line of work now that I had more money that I could ever spend, put enough back in a college fund so both girls would be taken care of, and bought myself a tiny beach house. I wanted to fight for my girls but I didn’t expect Tyler to show up unannounced. I wasn’t even sure how he knew where I was. If I knew anything about Tyler is that nothing came without a price. So if he was here willingly, then he needed something.

“They can stay here as long as they need.” I finally say and Tyler nods, finishing his food while I’ve barely touched mine. I forgot how nauseous it made me to try and eat in front of him. He was always one to make comments about my weight even when I was pregnant.

“Mommy, I’m done. Can I be excused?” Raylee asks, her plate half empty.

“Me too, Mommy.” Emma adds. Tyler turns before I can answer.

“Neither of you have even touched your food.” They both duck their heads, obviously knowing better than to argue with him. It made every nerve in my body stand on edge.

“Tyler, you can’t make them finish their plates if they’re full.” I say calmly and he glares at me before scoffing.

“Fine, waste the food. What do I care?” The girls don’t move, looking to me for their next step.

“I’ll clean up. You can go watch tv in my room upstairs.” They return happy smiles before darting up the steps, leaving me with the ticking time bomb. I gather up the plates, scrape them in the trash, and load the dish washer while waiting for Tyler’s rant. He’s into his third beer and I’m wondering where he plans on staying tonight. I turn to find him leaned up against the island directly behind me, watching me.

“You look good, Lily.” Tyler chews his bottom lip as he looks at me in a way that makes my skin crawl.

“Go home, Tyler. Or wherever it is you’re staying.” I scoff.

“Is that how it’s going to be?” Tyler draws, scowling at me like I’ve insulted him. I glare back at him and he shakes his head. “How much?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. How much for a fuck? I’m sure you charged Blondie. How much for me?” I try to run but he catches my arm, pinning me against the counter.

“You can’t afford me. And I fucked Blondie for free.” I spat, slapping him across the face and he growls. I know I’m done for when he spins me around and forces me to bend over the counter but suddenly we hear footsteps on the stairs and Tyler yanks away from me, going back over to the table. My heart is racing in my chest as Emma runs over and wraps her arms around me, squeezing me tight.

“Mommy, can Blue stay the night?” Emma gives me her best puppy dog eyes and I smile, cupping her cheeks.

“Yes. Your father was just leaving.”

[ilikebirdsouo]

THOUGHTS part 2: episodes 3 and 4, yet again, warning for cussing, yelling/caps, long post, and spoilers!

Episode 3🍗

BALD YELLOW AND DUCK AKHSBSBSNXNXXN IM DYING OH MY GOD

“Is.. it a tin of soup?” “Ha!! Wrong-“ I love them

OK THE WHOLE SCENE INVOLVING THE CHIPS MY BELOVED-

“People are dying to see what your final guess would have been-“ “what people..?”  SELF AWARENESS MY BELOVED

“OKAY I win” y’all have no idea how many times I say this in real life in the most randomest situations- when I say duck is really relatable for me this season I’m not fucking joking-

RED AND YELLOW YELLING AT DUCK I CANT-

“Why not try a healthy option?” Oh god not again-

I cheered when the apple got eaten

Then I saw the twins

They annoy the fucking hell out of me 

The twins' voices, specifically the brothers, remind me of Winnie the Pooh's. Am I the only one who hears it?

The girl twin uh Lily I think creeps me out more than the other guy I hate her

“We are a family arent we? I’m the dad, he’s the pet (HAHAHSHHDHDHHDHDJ) and you’re the-“ “you the dad? Tch no, if anyones the father figure it’s me” how about you both be dads SHGSGSHS IM SORRY-

I’m never letting fluffybird go and this series is giving me content I apologize I will die with this ship

Ok I love how natural the trios talking sounds though like you hear the awkwardness it’s like you are in the same room as them at times-

“I want to be in a family!! I want to be the dad!!” Duck please you already are

ROY ROY ROY ROY ROY ROY ROY-

“That’s not a family, that’s just a dad!!” 

HE GOT THROWN AWAY

BUT I LOWKEY SCREAMED WHEN I SAW ROY LIKE HELLO

I love how much Duck… genuinely loves the family they have- they may be a bit of an asshole but.. they care for those two dorks- 🥺💕

TODNEY..? I THINK THATS HIS NAME’S LITTLE PUPPETY JUMP ABSOLUTELY SENDED ME AJHAHAHSHHS

Duck looks so pissed off during the whole family song oh my god-

I LOVE THAT RED GUY IS BLOCKED BY THE WORDS IN THE SONG CUZ HES SO FUCKING TALL AJGAHAHS-

“Sharing a Bath” lol (remembers episode 2)

OK BUT DUCK IS ALL TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH THE TWINS AND WHAT THEY ARE SAYING I CANT-

DUCKS LITTLE HEAD SHAKE-

“FAULBCHDT- …that’s not a word-“

FUCK YOU RED FUCK YOU I HATE YOU I- (I got mad when he got all “oh I want a real family not these two” FUCK OFF- >:’(( )

LILY FUCKIBG HITTING DUCK ON THE BACK OF THEIR HEAD I-

“It smells funny in here-“ 

Red fucking sniffing sent me- red please-

“We have picnics!” <33 Duck is trying so hard to prove they are in fact a family- god…

This family scares me so much oh my gosh-

Oh my gosh I hate the twins so fucking much I-

I do not like how Lily treats Yellow- not at all..

“You can use mothers peice..” FORSHADOWING FORSHADOWING FOR-

THEN THEY SAY TO DUCK THEY CANT USE IT BC ONLY THE MOM CAN, THEN WHAT ABOUT YELLOW? HAHAHAHHSHSHDHDH FORSHADOWINGGGGG

The twins crossed the line on treating duck like shit LET ME AT THEM-

The family tree room is genuinely pretty I want to be there.. mi- minus all the photos uh

“Nice framed pictures” Red, please

Red decided to be a bit of an ass this episode didn’t he?

“That’s uncle Terry!!” Is that a reference to Baker Terry? Hello?

THAT TREE SOUNDED LIKE STEAK I LOWKEY JUMPED- JSGSHSHHD ok I genuinely missed that voice hate to admit it

OH THE BLOOD SAMPLE SCENE MADE ME CRINGE PHYSICALLY- as someone with a huge needle phobia that is a scene straight out of one of my nightmares-

OK BUT the sequence following it though was so mesmerizing!! It reminded me of those ai generated pictures!! I really liked it!!

Duck talking to bread… ok I know that’s the bread maybe from episode 5 (guys got KIDS also trans bread confirmed) BUT ANYWHO… UH.. ITS SO FUNNY CUZ DUCKS LIKE TO EAT BREAD ITS JUST FUNNY TO ME

DUCK FUCKING PUT THE BREAD CHILD IN THE TOASTER IM-

Ducks song… I just…. Hey check out how hard I can cry- HSHSHSHSSHDHSHSHSHHSHSH

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND-

“We all have the same diseases!” IM SORRY WHAT!!??? WAIT HOLD ON-

I want to own one of those extra duck puppets pleas..

I hate that I related to ducks song HSGSGSG DUCKKKKKJJ WE HAVE THE SAME ISSUES

DUCK IN DRAG DUCK IN DRAG DUCK IN-

TJEY LOOK FABULOUS HOLY-

ALL THE DUCKS FIGHTING EACHOTHER WAS HILARIOUS- also damn duck is strong

Oh lily makes me so uncomfy oh my god

Get yellow out of that house

THE MOP THE WOODEN DUCK- UHM 

Red can’t even fit into the family made for him :(( ALSO I LOVE THE VARIATION IN RED GUY DESIGN AND!! AND HOW THEY ALL WEAR DIFFERENT CLOTHING MINUS OUR RED-

OH!! Also I’m partially glad we didn’t get ducks family revealed… it’s quite odd and sad but.. Yellow and Red are really the only family they got. (Plus this allows me to hold onto my headcannons just a bit longer-)

“Aw :((“ “there you are! :D”

YELLOW IN A DRESS-HE LOOKED GREAT IN IT BUT THAT SCENE WAS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE ACTUALLY- 

ALSO ROY IN THE WINDOW ROY IN THE FUCKING WINDOW-

THE WAY THEY ALL LOOKED ALL SCARY WAS- I NEVER WANT TO SEE THAT AGAIN I

SHGSGSHS

ROYYYYYY!!!! ROY THE BOY!!! THE BASTARD OLD MAN IS HERE THE GUY THE

:((( the whole scene where yellow was calling his dads name… and when he got pushed away… 

“Bye..” :(((

“YUM YUM YUM YUM-“

Wait.. did Roy fucking murder the family? Cuz.. I saw the grandmas head get thrown at the door I-

Roy.

The ending 🥺💕💕💕

…..

The two uh chip thingys coming out of the family sized bag made me laugh really hard.. but not as hard as-

“I WANT THOSE-“

So many thoughts-

Episode 4🪱

“And we live in an actual niGHTMAREEEE”

Ah yes.. watering the computer plant

Wait

COLIN

THEY JUST FUCKING THROW THE COMPUTER PLANT AND THERE HE IS LOOK AT HIM THE BOY-

OH GOD HIS VOICE I MISSED HIM

“You got the mouse?” “Yep, both hands.. for complete control… you won’t be getting away from me this year…” UH- DUCK?!????? EXPLAIN??!????

“Hey nice grip!” STOP ENCOURAGING THEM

“Thank you :)” Ok I love how polite Duck is to the computer stuff in this episode oh my god- see they aren’t always a dick 

Jfc how long is yellows name holy-

Ducks name is just.. one fucking button… OK WHAT ARE THEIR NAMES IN ACTUALITY PLEASE I DONT WANT TO USE ROBIN DOI AND HARRY ALL MY LIFE GIVE ME CONFIRMATION HAHSGSGDHDHDHD

COLINS FACE STRETCH WAS SOMETHING I DIDNT NOTICE UNTIL MY SECOND WATCH AND I JUST SHAGSGVSVDH

“Hey come on, it’s not your fault” aw a cute wholesome moment

“You’re just a #############” OH-

“Yeah you can’t help it you’re just a ##############” DUCK NOT YOU TOO-

I FUCKIBG DIED WHEN THIS SCENE HAPPENED-

Oh I already fucking hate this worm

THE BRIEF SECOND WE SEE THE CREW SETTING THE TRIO UP WAS SO COOL ACTUALLY

GOD GET THIS WORM OUT OF HERE

HE REMINDS ME OF SHRIGNOLD FOR SOME REASON BUT SOMEHOW HES WORSE

“Who is that?” “I don’t know I think it’s an insane person-“ PLEASE-

Warren… the eagle…

Wait aren’t worms slimy? Uh then what does that mean for that business card..?

….buddy that’s not how birds work-

“I think he’s some sort of freelancer-” “freelancers deserve to die! :]”

Oh I can already tell this episodes gonna hit me hard..

HSGSGSGHS I REALLY HATE THE WORM BUT- 

THE WAY HE GLARES AT THE TRIO AS THEY START TALKING SHIT

“Reminds me of an infection I had up my-“ up…….. up your what… Duck…

EVEN COLIN TALKS SHIT

“He looks like a tumor :]”

The password is Rat eyes… you know actually I want to go back once I finish the series and see how many times rats are referenced or shown-

THE HEAD BOPPING THE JAMMING LOOK AT THEM FUCKINHG JAMMING-

THERE WERE A FEW REFERENCES I SAW!!!! ALSO THE OLD DHMIS 4 3D MODELS MSHSHSB

Aw Duck sent him a email <:))

Aw he sent them one <:)))

Aw yellow doesn’t have one :((

Why is duck so insistent on the goddamn skeleton?! I’m happy for them but

ah yes the big sad :( I RELATE TO YELLOW A LOT IN THIS EPISODE-

Ooh coping with the good ol imagination, I’ve been there too pal

YELLOWS MINDSCAPE IS SO CUTE AND I LIKE THE AESTHETIC

“Shy imaginary older brother!” Oh look that’s adorabl- WAIT ISNT THAT GUY FROM THE PILOT?!??

Yellow looks so happy 🥺

WAIT THE TRANSITION THINGY- LIKE THE COMMERCIAL BREAK THING IS ALL QUIET NOW- IM CONCERNED

HSGSGHS YELLOWS BRAIN STUFF IS FUCKING ADORABLE AND THE STYLE IS JUST- SHGSGSGS- I don’t like the tooth or bath though :( OH BUT I LOVE THE WEIRD CAT THING

“Partying up in your head is no way to deal with bad friendships” oh.. it’s.. not?

“They’re not real friends they’re just animation!” ISGSGSHSH SELF AWARENESS

I LOVE SELF AWARENESS 

HSGSGSH NOOOO DONT LET THE WORM GO IN THE CUTE MINDSPACE GET HIM OUT

GOD DAMN IT

OH GOD

I already know where this is headed from personal experience GOD THIS IS A FRIENDSHIP EPISODE, THIS AND FAMILY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WHOLESOME WHAT THE FUCK- HOW IS DEATH THE MOST WHOLESOMEST EPISODE WEVE SEEN THUS FAR-

I love you Colin but… please don’t get his help

Ughhh the worm is the toxic friend god I knew it uhhhshdh…..

SUSGGSGDHDH HES GETTIBG WORSE HES GETTING WORSE AND ALSO THANK GOD MY PHOBIA OF ELONGATED FACES ISNT ACTING UP-

“Huh. 2 million results.” “That’s too many! Let’s give up!!” Duck and Red are my last two braincells confirmed

WHY IS DUCK BEING SO POLITE- STOP BEING CUTE

“What’s breathing?” …Duck

:((( HES FUCKIING UP THE IMAGINARY WORLD

THE BROTWHR DIED- NOOOOO

YOU BROKE HIM…. AGAIN

Red guy is such a himbo in this series sometimes I love it- 

“My diagnosis is your friend has a worm in his brain!” No shit sherlock

Ough this series even briefly comments on the medical system and how shitty it can be sometimes <333

“Right! Fetch me my gouging tools!” DUCK-

Look at yellow he is happy please don’t dont fuck this up

FUCK OFF WORM GO AWAY

THE RUNNING SEQUENCE OH MY GOD- IM SORRY I LOVE IT-

Oh I’m getting major checkerboard void vibes here- I know it’s not but I’m just getting those vibes

FUCKING GOD DUCKS GOUGING TOOLS- DUCK PLEASE BE CAREFUL-

Duck lowkey just has a wholeass toolkit for torture…. Uhm… duck..?

THE FUCKING WORM IS DISGUSTING LIKE IN THIS PHASE I-

HAHGSGSHHHSHS YESSSSS DUCK KILL IT KILL IT

ITS A WORM A LUTERAL WORM- 

This is like the secondth time I think that Ducks helped one of the trio, more specifically yellow- come on that’s just 🥺💕 they do care sometimes-

PESKY BEE

“Yeah don’t close our tabs!! I want to see that skeleton!” Duck-

Coliinnnnnnn don’t goo :(((

HES AN INVENTOR HES A HOLD ON HEADCANNON PROVEN HEADCANNON PROVEN EVERYONE

“I love you, good bye! :]” B… bye :(( 

HE GLITCHES THROUGH THE DOOR ANOTHER HEADCANNON ANOTHER-

The first bit of the “worm in your brain” song my beloved.. I needed to hear that… 🥺

Red Guy looks so fancy in denim!!

Duck I was expecting something more sentimental I keep on finding out more concerning shit about you please-

PILOT GUY!!!! YELLOWS IMAGINARY BROTHER!!! HSGSGSHDBND!!

THE FUCKING FIGHT OH MY GOD I SHAGGSBAHSHDBDHHDJ

I LOVE THE CHAOTIC YELLING AND THROWING SHIT- ALSO YELLOWS ANGRY EYEBROWS RETURN- I LOVE THAT THERES NO END CREDITS SONG LIKE JUST HEAR THESE THREE DYSFUNCTIONAL FRIENDS FIGHT- Jhagahahahhshhdd

Also the chainsaw after yellow says I’ll kill you concerns me….

[devil666lovesblog]

Between Linux and sex

I do harbor a lot of sexual fantasies, I watch my neighbor's girl grow from little kid to adolescent, and from playing with dolls to playing with Android smartphone, from kindergarten to Primary to Secondary now, then I wonder what would the world became if I took the initiative to lure her and fuck her?

I have a greatest weapon: my Linux computer which never ever halt (before I got the 'new' desktop computer manufacture at 2003), I remember the heyday when she came to my home and play with my desktop, I am not fully satisfied with Ubuntu's performance at that time, but I am happy at the sight of a little girl playing my computer. If I ever take the initiative to squeeze her ass, I am sure she would say: If you let me play then you can do whatever you like to me, instead of 'Don't touch me.' Then I would squeeze her ass with both hands and later with one hand go through her short pants and touch her hole directly. Poor girls tend to learn about sexuality much earlier than Middle class or rich girls.

What would happen later I suppose is when this girl is being touched in the sensitive area in her pubic zone, because she is enjoying the game and very much wants my desktop computer at that time, she won't be dissatisfied with it. Human sense and psychological reactions are much more flexible than animals, so she even implicitly admits to me that she sucks a lot of dicks in exchange for some incentives. Of course, those uncles are drug junkies so they won't last for 3 minutes, one can imagine the fun and excitement when such a little girl who is tasting a dick before testing steaks, and when they get her a Coke then she would 'drink' from the dick first while they are touching her all over until all is cum in her mouth, and extra cash if she swallows the serum then kiss the dick.

She live in a public housing there is a performance based credit system, i.e. if you violate the rules for living there by throwing rubbish outside the window, wet cloths dripping outside the kitchen, take drug inside the apartment or smoke in the corridor, or bring stranger that other neighbors don't like, it would deduce parts of the credit until which the Housing Authority kick you out and you no enjoy the cheap rent. As I am writing this I realize her mother(an ex drug junkie) basically violates every single rule and she is universally disliked. For living here for six years she doesn't even make one friend from the neighbor.

So it is not that difficult to find enough evidence to kick her and her mother out. Imagine I let her know all those evidences against her, she would beg me with her budding bodies to keep her here. Then I won't ask her just to suck my dick, I would push her to the bed then take her underwear off, slap her face several times until she submitted to me. Then I command her take off your shirts or otherwise you family go back to streets so other may rape you and you suck dicks for life. She unwillingly takes off her Secondary school uniform, I see two budding breasts and tasting them like eating small pineapples, then my fingers are circling her clitoris. It became moistened, then I spread her legs and forced my dick in her little canal. Before she has a chance to protest I am already deep inside her vagina. She felt a huge thing inside her stomach. Then I said: If you don't reach orgasm I would keep fucking you and cum till you are pregnant. She tries to enjoy my monster in her tiny hole. I push myself in and out, out and in, and never let my dick complete outside her canal to give birth for the fear that she may push me away and run. I enjoy the sight of her enduring the pain then gradually enjoying the rubbing of my dick inside her organ of pleasure. As she gave up resisting I pushed both of her legs and let she have my shoulders while I have my way in. Later I tried the missionary position, and when she was less painful she sat on top of me facing me naked with her moving up and down. Her holes are looking for more and more pleasure from my dick, soon she is face to face with me. I am kissing her while she rolls back and fro like a baby. Later both of us are sitting facing each other with her legs crossed at my back, she is moving vertically while I am rotating my dick in another dimension. Soon enough I felt a squeezing from her vagina greater than my squeezing of her breasts, I tasted both of her hardened nipples then I gave off my cum inside her womb. Her face is completely redden and has a look that is lost in the pleasure, she moaned in a highly suppressed tone. I said: You enjoy a huge dick inside and you enjoy me cumming inside, so sex slave you will have my dick and my cum everyday whatever I demand it. Afterward she used her mouth to clean up my dick with a devilish smile on her face. When it is harden again I fuck her several more times when she is in the bathroom seat, when she is in the kitchen (with her head facing the window  outside), when I bang her with her head on the door and the door half opened...etc. Imagine the day I fuck her in the corridor, on the bus, on the stairs nearby and on the handicapped toilet. I would fuck her till she is pregnant and she would beg for my dick inside her pregnant womb every single fucking day, so imagine that much better life. Life without fucking is fucking not a life.

[krsonmar]

My theories about why Nandor hasn't vampirized Guillermo yet mostly center around a theory I have that Nandor likes Guillermo's humanity. Like for one thing, yes, he gets to be in proximity every day to the stuff Guillermo does that Nandor misses about being human and living with humans: any drama Guillermo encounters is more likely to be a fresh new experience for him and his reactions won't be those of someone who's lived for a couple hundred years and seen this or that thing before, and Guillermo has the urgency of being mortal and knowing he has limited time on earth, which I bet, since Nandor has mostly been living with and among other vampires for the past 700 years, seems like Guillermo lives more in color than Nandor's stale black-and-white rerun life.

And there’s probably something pretty cool to a vampire, not just in a I’mmunnaeatchyoo way, but in a beauty-of-life or, given these two’s dynamic, a sexually attractive way, about getting to be around a living human body; Nandor can probably feel the pulse in Guillermo’s veins at times or smell the changes in biochemicals and hormones in Guillermo’s blood when his emotions change, and maybe he can even pick up a little of Guillermo’s body digesting or reacting to food when he eats, and if you miss being able to eat bread or steak, there might be like a little vicarious enjoyment or wistfulness in watching someone else just carelessly munch on a bag of Doritos or whatever. We don’t know if the vampires in Shadows have different sensory experiences--or perhaps more precisely, if they lose their human sensory experiences when they ”trade them in” for vampiric ones--but maybe taste works differently, or enjoying a warm fireplace or a purring kitty or a cool, moist night breeze feels a little muted compared to being alive, and so watching Guillermo mumble that he needs another sweater or seeing his breath frost or watching him enjoy the sugar in a piece of candy--maybe even watching him be hungry--is a nice thing to have around. But mainly, I think Nandor likes that Guillermo isn’t afraid of him. He very plainly isn’t--other vampires obviously think their relationship isn’t formal enough and this is probably part of it--and he never has been, as is clear from how they met. Can you imagine being a vampire for 700 years, having to live on the fringes and camouflage yourself among your prey because when they figure you out you’ll have to find someplace else to eat, skulking in the shadows of night because the sunlight during the hustle-and-bustle of daytime will kill you, and one day you’re doing your prowling on the perimeter of society, lurking out by the dumpster in a secluded alleyway to get your munchings and crunchings on, and OH CRAP HERE COMES SOMEONE OH FRICK IT’S A HUMAN FRIG HE SEES US GET READY TO TURN INTO A BAT AND FLAP AWAY OR MAYBE WE CAN HYPNOTIZE HIM GOOD BEFORE HE SUMMONS THE MOB AND THEIR TORCHES...but instead it’s this chubby-cheeked 18-year-old with braces (I am solidly behind the fanon that says Panera Bread!Guillermo had orthodontic braces) with wide eyes shining with excitement, his voice cracking and getting shrill with the incredulity that his dreams are real, going, ”Are you guys really real vampires?!” He’s not terrified, he doesn’t whip out a crucifix at you or try to chase you off or stake you, he practically trips over himself tearing over as fast as his legs can carry him and wants to know everything about you and looks at you not like you’re the stuff of his nightmares come true but like you’re his wildest, most long-shot prayers answered.

And normally you don’t get too attached to The Help--you’ve lived so many of their lifetimes and learned quickly not to find out too much about each one because it’s like giving your heart away to a pet goldfish, they die so easily--but this kid’s earnest, overbridling enthusiasm and take-me-with-you pleas to let him be your familiar because he’ll be so good at it, you won’t even know he’s there, and yeah yeah, bodies, whatever, sure, that way he’ll be ready for when *he’s* a vampire...sort of make you go ”awww”. Your dead little heart--still not as dead as you’d like (and maybe it doesn’t have to be quite that dead after all?) wants to pick him up and take him home and give him a name and a bowl of milk and a warm bed like some stray kitten. And your roommates are sighing because they can see the look on your face and they don’t want to have to be the ones to remind you that you’re going to have to either kill him now or hypnotize him to make him forget this...to make him forget his dream coming true... ...and so what other choice do you have? He wants to be a vampire, fine, but you’ll delay that as long as you can. You’ll try to keep an emotional distance from him--and fail miserably at it, because how could you not?--and try to mitigate it by always stomping on his toes a little bit, metaphorically speaking, and by reminding him constantly that he’s not a vampire...and maybe he thinks that’s cruel, and you certainly want him to think so, but it’s also the highest compliment you can give him, the thing you adore about him the most, almost a backhanded way of showing affection for him: ”You are not a vampire, though.” You have to remind him constantly that he’s different from you: he’s alive, so beautifully, achingly, delicately, explosively, tempestuously and impulsively hot-blooded and alive, and you cherish him for that. There’s no way you want to take that away. He’s not afraid of you in all your vampiric gore and you’ll go to the ends of the earth for him because of that.

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTW: Jess/Jeremy; romantic lighting

Here’s a follow up to that recent SOTM here!

When Jeremy said they were getting dinner Jess was expecting tacos or power bowls from the place they’ve ordered from an embarrassing amount of times since Jeremy moved in — well, less embarrassing than if Jeremy gave into Jess’s pleas and they were getting pizza and burgers and shit, but still kind of sad level — not a legit sit-down restaurant.

And not just sit-down meaning ‘you sit on a chair and a waiter serves you’, which can run the gamut from hole in the wall to fine dining, but full on ambience up the wazoo — meaning you can’t see shit it’s so dimly lit — waitstaff in suits, all murmurs and tinkling cutlery and people sipping no doubt way overpriced wine.

They’re not dressed right for the place, t-shirts and shorts and fucking cast and walking boot, but maybe a name was dropped or they got recognized. More likely they took pity on two walking wounded dudes. Like, ‘hey, clearly they’ve been dealt a shit enough hand, I don’t have the heart to not let them eat expensive food’. Or, most likely of all, they’re too damn used to tourists showing up in their best sandaled fanny-pack attire, and they are tired. They are so tired. 

Jess would put his money on that one.

Jeremy definitely is pale enough to pass for a tourist who just got there. He’s barely seen the sun since he blocked that shot, except for those occasional clomps he convinces Jess to go on. Jess decides to take him on more clomps in the immediate future. Or just take him to a park and let him get some sun. It can’t be good for him. The first time he gets outside again he’s going to go pink immediately.

Jess focuses on the menu, and not imagining Jeremy pink in any scenario whatsoever, from sunburned to blushing to — oh look. Salmon. Yum.

“If you told me we were going somewhere nice I would have put pants on,” Jess says. Ooh, herb roasted chicken. Also yum.

“Do you have any that fit over your cast?” Jeremy asks.

Point for Waxman. He does, but tear aways are barely meant for the gym, let alone this place. They should have stayed in the 90s where they belonged. Jess says, owning multiple pairs. At least he’s not one of those monsters who owns pants that zip off into shorts.

“I’d have brushed my hair at least,” Jess says. When he looks up from the menu — five kinds of steak, boring after years and years of steakhouses — Jeremy’s smiling.

He brushed his hair at some point, tamed it from the morning floof Jess isn’t physically equipped to handle. He’s no more dressed up than Jess is, but he still looks right sitting there, like he fits. Maybe because he’s wearing a shirt with an actual collar — polo shirt definitely beats t-shirt in short-sleeved formality contest hands down — maybe because he looks so confident people just believe in whatever he wants to do. Jess believes him.

“Your hair looks great,” Jeremy says, then looks down at his own menu. “Chicken looks good.”

“Yeah,” Jess says.

Jeremy’s pink when they leave. The wine, probably — they split a bottle over the chicken they both ordered, and it’s gone to Jess’ head in a way that beer doesn’t, gone to Jeremy’s cheeks. 

They’re slow — hard enough to get around usually with a broken leg. Add some wine and trying not to run into every table on his way out, and Jess has his hands full. It’s easier for Jeremy, who doesn’t have to navigate with crutches, but he stays right by Jess, nudging a chair someone’s left pushed away from the table out of Jess’ way, escorts him out with a hand on his back. It’s cool outside after the closed hush of inside, bracing. Jess looks at Jeremy, who has his nose in his phone. It isn’t just his cheeks blushing red from the wine, the color crawls down his throat, into the the open collar of his shirt.

“Five minutes,” Jeremy says, tucking his phone into his pocket, and Jess spends the entire time overanalyzing how close Jeremy stands as they wait. If they were on a couch this would be pressed shoulder to knee territory, but with Jess’ crutches, it’s only the occasional arm brush.

“Why dinner out?” Jess brings himself to ask only when they’re in the back of the Uber. His crutches are in the trunk, but the middle seat’s a bridge between them.

“Thought it’d be nice,” Jeremy says, and Jess spends the rest of the drive trying to figure out what the hell that means. He isn’t even close to deciding on an answer when they get dropped off and all his attention has to go, once again, on getting around. Life is an obstacle course and Jess is a sad mouse who just wants some damn cheese.

Jeremy goes first, the way he always does, so he can hold every door open for Jess to clomp through, and Jess tries not to get fixated on the fact the back of his neck’s flushed too, the way he wants to touch it, feel the heat of it under the curve of his palm. Breaking himself worse by tripping over his own crutches because he wanted to touch someone’s neck sounds like a very sad thing he would never live down, even in his own head.

Please be a normal person and just look at his ass, Jess glumly tells himself, but once again, he needs to stop listening to his own advice. It’s bad advice. Terrible advice. Those are flattering shorts. Not that Jeremy’s ass needs flattering shorts, it is very much a —

Jess keeps his eyes stonily forward in the elevator, and doesn’t think of a single solitary thing, not once.

[english8muffin]

Cozy winter

Summary: going to the market, being cheeky in the parking lot and a warm cuddly morning sprinkled with some funny-business

Warning: Cute banter, smut (NSFW), fluff

Word count: Around 5300 words!

I want to open this with one of my favorite quotes ever, so if you allow me ;)

“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”  -Kurt Vonnegut 

“We need muffins.”

“We don’t NEED muffins, what we need are some fresh fruit and vegetables, ” Henry butts in. You frown and look up at him, “Oh whatever, Hen. You eat your greens, beans, potatoes and tomatoes, while I get fat by munching on some sweet, sweet, delicious chocolate muffins.”

 He sends you a smirk from across the aisle. It was always fun to do mundane things, like going to get coffee together or grocery shopping, when he was home from filming. The last year you went to university it was very hard to be away from him for such a long time, especially when you still lived in Europe. You would fly over to England once in a blue moon, when Henry was in London and your schedule would allow it. Other times your relationship existed out of phone and video calls. It was a rough period, if you have to be honest. But It made the two of you closer and your bond stronger. It’s true what they say, absence does make the heart grow fonder. 

You let Henry know you were going to get the ingredients for the muffins and start pushing the shopping cart in the direction of the baking supplies. As you walk back to the fresh produce section, you get distracted. So many colorful packaging was just screaming your name…

“What the- lovey! I thought you were going to get your muffin ingredients,” Henry cackles and almost doubles over seeing the now full shopping cart.

It took you a second to answer, a bit too focused on his beautiful face and the smile lines that appeared when he laughed. You quickly try to defend yourself, so he doesn’t think you have no self-control, even though, you know your eyes were bigger than your stomach.

“No! I did get them, they’re just underneath the other bags,” you trail off, eyes drifting to the floor. You sigh, “I just saw this aisle with all the snacks. These magnificent snacks. And, Hen, I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life! And, Hen-Henry! Henry, listen! Stop laughing at me! It was a moment of weakness! You can’t judge me! You don’t even know how they taste, I promise you, you will understand once you take a bite of everything!”

Henry wipes away a small tear at the corner of his eye and kisses the top of your head. You stroll around the aisles, trying to work through the rest of your grocery list, but suddenly you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hen,” you say, trying to get his attention. He gives you a hum in return, letting you know he heard you, “why on god’s green earth does my grocery list say ‘sex’?” You tilt your head up to his face, seeing a bashful grin. 

You shake your head, clicking your tongue disapprovingly, “it isn’t even on top of the list! You put your oatmeal protein shake before sex, fuck, you even put curry before sex, you really need to get your priorities straight!”

After getting some more stuff, like pak choi, steak, tofu and the ingredients for Henry’s beloved curry you always make him, you walk to the register. 

The petite Asian lady gives you a smile and takes a little peak at Henry, who was too busy looking at the various Chinese cough drops that are displayed in front of the counter. Her brows rise behind her thick glasses, “哇，大帅哥。你很幸运啊。” (Wow, big handsome man. You are very lucky, ah.) She says, turning back to you and winking. You can’t help but chuckle. Grinning you send her an ‘I know’-look.

Hearing your laugh, Henry looks over his shoulder with a questioning look. But you just smile and shake your head.

You two quickly get everything in the reusable shopping bags you brought with you. It was getting late and more people were getting off of work and wanted to do some last-minute grocery shopping. Henry takes both of the flower printed bags and the two of you walk to the car. It was getting colder, your breath turning into puffs of smoke. You look up at the sky glooming over you. They promised snow tonight. 

Seeing Henry load the bags in the trunk, his ass proudly sticking out in the air, you give it a pinch. You just couldn’t resist. It was just there, so you better make use of the situation. 

Feeling your hand touch his behind, Henry turns around, an unamused look on his face.

“Excuse me, miss. But that is mine,” he says, really playing up his posh accent.  “I sure hope you disinfected those filthy little paws of yours.” He cutely scrunches his nose, doing a once over and trying so hard to keep himself from smiling, but failing miserably. He turns back around and arranges the bags in the booth so they won’t tip over.

There is a moment of silence, just the noise from cars driving up and off the parking. From the corner his eye Henry sees the stare you give him but ignores it with a small smirk.

“You know,” you begin with a cheeky undertone, making him curious, “I bet I could kick your ass,” you grin, looking at him and trying to gauge his reaction. 

“What was that, doll?”

“You heard me, big lad!”

“Oh really?” He asks and looks at you, towering over you like a brick wall. His eyes glimmering with mischief. Yeah, no, this was NOT a good idea. 

You squirm a little and a small nervous giggle leaves your lips.

“Yes, I can. Watch m-AHHHH! HENRY!” You squeal as he lifts you and throws you over his shoulder, fully forgetting you are in public. “Let me down, you caveman!” You laugh, slapping his left ass cheek. But he ignores your plea and just slaps your ass in return. 

Wiggling a little, you challenge him, “Beat me up! Come on, do it!” 

He turns his head and playfully bites the exposed skin by your hip, making you shriek like a little kid. 

Henry lets out a loud belly laugh and puts you back on your feet. As soon as the tips of your Dr. Martens touch the pavement, you get pushed against the car. Trapping you between the icy cold black metal and his warm body. His arm goes around your waist and pulls you closer to his front.

“I love you.” The words are hushed but you hear them loud and clear, making a shiver go down your spine. The both of you look at each other, completely enamored and grinning like idiots. Noses and the apples of your cheeks rosy, bitten from the cold.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. His hand glides inside your coat and underneath the thick knitted jumper you finished to other day. He just needed to feel you. You lean up a little and gently push your lips to his, adoring the familiar warmth that fell over you whenever you’d kiss. Before you can come in for a second smooch, he frowns at you. 

“Thought you were going to beat my ass?” He mocks, trying to imitate your accent. 

Lightly tapping your finger against your chin, you pretend to be in thought. 

“Well, this is much more fun.”

“Hmm, agreed,” he grins, already eyeing your red swollen lips and tilting his head towards yours. 

You hear heavy footsteps coming closer, the wooden floorboards slightly creaking under the weight. It was getting dark outside, the overhead lights in the kitchen casting a homey hue down on the oak countertops. Your ‘cooking playlist’ was filling the room with some gentle tunes. You also had a ‘dancing in the kitchen playlist’ but that one was mostly used in the mornings. You hum along to the melody when stirring in the stew you were preparing for the evening, rocking your hips side to side. The stew was softly bubbling away, spreading an amazing aroma around the house. 

The footsteps stop behind you. A moment later two big, sweater wrapped arms envelop around you, delicately caressing you. Henry lovingly pulls your loose braid to the side and places his head onto your shoulder, trying to get a peak at what was in front of you on the stove. 

“What smells so good in here?” Just then Henry’s stomach makes a loud grumbling noise from the mouthwatering smell going on in the kitchen, you chuckle. 

He had been gaming before this, you could hear the tiredness in his voice, it was a bit lower and more hoarse than normal. Whenever he was tired like this, he’d just turn into your big cuddly bear, you loved it. 

Dinner was almost done. You made one of the dishes your grandma used to make for you when you were younger. You won’t lie, it was pretty difficult at first to decipher the little recipe she send you in the post, but now you knew it by heart. 

“Cantonese style braised beef stew with white radish, bean curd sheets and a side of rice,” you inform him and brush your hand over his, that was placed on your stomach. Hearing that, he has to make sure he’s not drooling.

“And for dessert…” You nod your head toward the piping hot apple crumble pie currently cooling on the kitchen island. “We still have some vanilla ice cream if you want to have that with your pie. I know you want to be healthy, but I just really wanted to make a pie and this one does have filling,” you ramble, joking on the last part about the filling. He probably thought you were pestering him with his diet that most likely didn’t allow him to eat it. 

You wince a bit, feeling him tense against you. “You don’t have to eat it, my love, promise!”

“No petal, you’re just… you’re just so perfect,” Henry admits, pressing a kiss just below the strap of the pistachio green apron you were wearing, nuzzling his nose in your tousled hair.

It was a gloomy Saturday morning in London. If your alarm hadn’t gone off, you wouldn’t have known it was morning already.

Yesterday after dinner, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa, under a warm blanket with Kal snuggled up on your lap. His head resting in your lap, while his tail occasionally slapped Henry in the face, making you burst out laughing and Henry almost choke on the fur. The akita would fondly press his snout deeper against you, really loving the head scratches he was receiving. Both you and Henry were fully satisfied with the tasty dinner you had paired with a glass of wine and were now cheekily flirting with each other while watching a detective movie, of which you missed the plot because you were, well, differently occupied…

Now the bedroom held a calm, soft aura, a dim light streaming in through the linen curtains. You let out a little whimper, not wanting to leave the bubble you are in and stretch out your limbs. A bit sore from sleeping in a weird angle, amongst other things. Behind you, you hear a small sound of protest and before you know it, you are engulfed by a strong arm. Henry hides his face in the side of your neck, keeping his eyes closed, groaning, clearly displeased with the fact it was morning already. 

You smile, this was your favorite kind of morning. Warm and cozy in bed, cuddling with your boyfriend. You turn around, careful to not let any cold air under the duvet, your arm going around the large form beside you and curling your fingers in the mess of curly hair. Henry moaned, burying his face lower, between your breasts. Now fully content and still a bit dazed by sleep, he lets out the most awful snore. Even though he sounded like a drowning goat when he snored, you couldn’t do anything other than coo and gently scratch your fingers on his scalp, lovingly gazing at the man beside you. 

“Are we going to be lazy couch potatoes today?” You chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead, wild curls tickling your nose as you do so. Your voice was still a little raspy, but Kal apparently still heard you, and pushed open the door to come snuggle in bed with his favorite humans. 

“What time is it?” Henry groans. 

“Around 8.”

“We can be busy bees if you want,” Henry whispered against the swell of your breast, peppering delicate kisses on the bare skin. “Or better yet, busy bunnies.”

Kal was now situated on the end of the bed, head on his paws while the serenity of the room made him doze off. His dad on the other hand was now slowly waking up, as his hand crept lower and lower over your body. You giggled and pushed his hand away.

“There is a child present ,” you motion towards a sleeping Kal, who lays stretched out on the feathery duvet, already heading off to dreamland looking content as ever. Henry lifts his head, peering at his buddy and snorts, “he’s seen much worse, haven’t you bear?” But he doesn’t get acknowledged. 

Laying his head back, he reaches up to push your hair out of your face before grabbing your cheek and pulling you down for a kiss. He places three kisses on your swollen lips, lightly sucking on the bottom one.

“May-,” you try to say something, but he just pushes his mouth harder against yours. Quickly taking the opportunity to stop you from making excuses. A hoarse chuckle rumbles from his chest, as he wraps you in his arms.

“Stop talking, woman, and kiss me back.” You let out a small moan and grip the curls you were playing with moments ago. He deepens the kiss slightly, tongue invading your mouth, surprising you. A subdued hum escapes your mouth, resulting in him grabbing the back of your neck, as the other rests on your hip. The kiss gets deeper and more passionate as the minutes go by. Getting a bit overwhelmed you pull back slowly, softy panting. 

“Hmm, so sweet, darling,” he says smugly, earning a little smack to the chest as a bright blush covers your cheeks. Like it wasn’t already hard enough to resist him and stay in the warm bed all morning, he does this. Henry rolls your naked body over so you’re straddling him, a large hand wraps itself around your hair. He tugs, not too hard though, so he has more access to shower open mouthed kisses on your neck and chest. Leaving you a breathless mess on top of him. His hands trail from the top of your back to your rear, squeezing your cheeks before giving them a fast slap, making you take in a breath. 

From all the shuffling, little snickers and kissing noises, Kal woke up and groaned, irritated that his humans couldn’t just hanky-panky somewhere else. With a last disapproving look, he jumps off the bed, landing with a thump. From the sound of paws hitting the wooden floor and toddling down the stairs, you look over your shoulder, duvet falling down so you sat there fully naked, much to Henry’s delight. 

Then you felt it. It was normal for Henry to get hard in the morning. To be honest, he would be a bit worried if his cock wasn’t hard first thing when waking up.

Involuntarily you grind down, drawing a heavy moan from deep in his chest. Holding intense eye contact with him, you start humping over his bare front, mewling like a kitten in heat. It was embarrassing how he had you wrapped around his finger. A cheeky smile formed on his face, “look who came around.” Your body was practically begging for sex. 

Pouting, you keep on moving your hips in a tantalizing slow rhythm, scratching at his hairy chest. Making sure you kept your eyes on his, he licked his three middle fingers and a second later you feel him reaching between your thighs, wiping his fingers down your slit. Tensing up a little, you try to hold back a grunt at the sensation. 

“Oh darling,” he started, his voice going an octave lower, “what a mess you’ve made.”

He pulls back and observes your reaction when he pops his finger in his mouth.

“Wet and sweet, like always.”

“You are so nasty,” you whisper in total awe at what he manages to do to your body. He snickers and you quickly grab his hand, pushing it back between your thighs, “I didn’t tell you to stop, though.”

Your jaw goes slack, the moment you feel his thick fingers moving in and out of you. He was hitting just the right spot, making you groan and throw your head back. He felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore, he quickly flips you over so he’s on top of you, fully trapping you underneath his body and smashes his mouth on yours. Everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t pay attention to every incredible thing he was making you feel. Taking his cock in hand, he rubs his shaft against you, up and down, pressing it so you could feel the length. You look up at him, veins bulging in his neck, eyes dark, face already becoming flushed. God, he was so sexy. Grabbing your legs, he pushes your knees back so you were completely spread open and at his mercy. 

He curses under his breath and lines himself up with you sticky center. Stifling your moans and pants, by pressing his lips to yours, when he slowly sinks his thick cock inside. 

“Oh my god,” you whine, feeling him stretching your walls apart, pushing himself deeper and deeper. 

“Y’feel so warm and tight, my love. M’so hard it hurts.” Henry whines against your lips, lacing his fingers in between yours. He trails kisses in your neck and under your ear, trying to get as close to you as possible. He loved feeling your body against his. Your walls were so plushy and wet for his cock, he wanted to stay buried in you forever. 

“M’gonna make you feel so good, darling,” he whispers in your ear. You whine softly, getting worked up, “please.”

He smirked, obviously liking your plea. 

Instead of giving you a nice, hard pounding, Henry wanted to go slow. It was still very early in the morning, the both of you still barely awake and he wanted to savor this moment with you.

“Oh, Hen-,” you pant softly, loving every bit of it. As he pushes deeper into you, you can feel his entire weight pressing down against you. The weight comforted you in a sense, like others would with a weighted blanket. He prolonged his strokes, making sure that when he slid out you could feel every centimeter of him, but then slid back in quickly. 

“Fuck.” He grumbles into your neck, “feels so good, love,” he praises, nibbling on the skin under your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair pulling it back. You move you hands from his grasp and push them up his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“So good,” you moan out to him, feeling his cock nudge at the extremely sensitive spot deep inside your core. He lifts his head to look at you, seeing your mouth formed into the letter ‘o’, head tilted back into the cloud-like pillow and eyes screwed shut. A string of desperate moans falls from your lips. 

This was what he loved, seeing his love, his girl react to the way he was pleasuring her. Just looking at you in this state made his orgasm coil up in the pit of his tummy. He never would have dreamed that another person could give him this feeling, the feeling of utter bliss when you were together. The unconditional love he felt for you was indescribable. 

Henry continues to thrust into you and attaches his lips to yours, feeling you squeeze around him. You manage to spread your legs even wider and wrap them securely around his slim waist, digging your heels just above the globes of his perfectly sculpted ass. 

He was aiming his stokes into the deepest part of you and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. 

“Fuck,” you whimper out to him, digging your nails into the skin of his back. He knew you were about to cum. You let out another loud moan. 

“Come on, petal. Cum f’me,” he pants, trying to coax you. Hearing the almost desperate tone in his voice, combined with the sound of him slapping his hips to yours and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you was becoming overwhelming. 

“Oh my god!” A loud moan ripples through you, the feeling of your release coming near. 

“Almost, my love,” he moans, speeding up the pace of his thrust. He inhales sharply, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulls you up, quickly pounding into you. Completely losing control, trying to get deeper as if that was possible and lets his forehead rest against yours. With one last push of his hips, you get to your breaking point and cum, screaming. Henry feels your walls clamp around him and let’s go, fully satisfied. The noise he made was an orgasm on its own. He keeps himself against you when he lets go inside of you. You could feel Henry’s cum filling you as you slowly come down from your high. You feel his cum dripping out of you, almost proud of what you made him do. 

He is about to roll off of you to cuddle up beside you, but you stop him by tightening your legs around him. “Please stay like this,” you whisper, your brain still a bit muddled by the amazing orgasm you just had seconds ago. He smiles down at you.

“Don’t be a silly goose,” he kisses your nose, “I would crush you,” Henry says endeared with a cheeky grin and pulls you into his side. You feel warm and safe. You yawn, blinking away when your eyes become watery.

“I can’t move,” biting your bottom lip, you snuggle closer to him, “and my throat hurts like hell.”

Henry lowers his hand to your ass and gives it a firm squeeze, “I’m not surprised. Oh doll, the sounds you were making,” he bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes. 

You laugh and roll your eyes. Henry nipped at your neck, making you erupt into a fit giggles. He chuckles, leaving a kiss on the spot he had just bitten. 

Henry trails his hands up and down your back. You closed your eyes and tangle your leg in between his, really liking the feeling. His chest was heavenly and just being in his arms felt amazing. He almost lulled you back to sleep the moment he began to run his fingers through your hair. 

“That good, huh? Almost fucked you back to sleep,” he chuckles. 

“It was alright, I guess,” you tease him. He raises his eyebrows, eyes twinkling with joy. 

“How would you rate the experience?” 

Tilting your head to look up at him, “Hmm, ten I guess.”

He looked very pleased with that.

“Out of twenty,” you finish. 

“OUT OF TWENTY?” He sobered up, staring at your face with a shocked expression. 

You snicker, climbing into his lap, “No, honey, I was just joking, I’m sorry.” A big pout forming on your face, making you look oh so innocent. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to put you up on all fours and take you like that, don’t tempt me,” he says, shaking his head. Wiggling your brows you grin and kiss the dimple on his chin. 

“As much as I would enjoy that, I think Kal has to go potty and we have to eat.”

After some hushed pillow talk and hoarse giggles between the silky sheets, you two decide to move downstairs and start making some fresh coffee. When you lift your body out of the bed, a light throbbing shoots between your legs. You almost fall back into the mattress, making Henry roar with laughter. You end up getting a piggy back ride down the stairs, only wearing a v-neck shirt from Henry that fell just below the curve of your ass and showed plenty of cleavage. Your lilac panties were fully on display and your almost black hair looked like a lion’s main on top of your head, but you didn’t care. 

The both of you were still in that bubbly, fulfilled state of mind, looking like two drugged out kids, wearing blissful smiles. When you got to the kitchen, Kal bounded around the corner, coming from the sitting area, his tail wildly sweeping through the air. Eyes sparkling with happiness when he saw his parents finally had left the bed. 

“早上，宝宝” (morning, baby) You greet him, still on Henry’s back. Kal gives you a high “woof” as to say good morning back. After living with Henry and Kal for around eight months now, the akita started to pick up on a few Chinese phrases. He even decided the pet name ‘宝宝’ (bao bao), which means baby or darling, was only to be applied on him and nobody else. 

Every time you would video call with your Chinese speaking friends, and they talked about or to their children, Kal would cheerfully patter over, thinking they were cooing at him instead of the small infant in the background. But you thought it was the sweetest thing ever, he was your little fur baby after all. 

“I’m going to make us some omelets, is that alright with you, darling,” Henry asked, already opening the fridge and looking for the carton of eggs.

“Yeah, ‘course,” you call out to him. You give Kal his breakfast and receive many, wet kisses in return. Shuffling back over to your boyfriend, you lean against the dark green counter with its wooden countertops, and look at him carefully chopping up some bell peppers and onion, only wearing his joggers and a tank top. You were a lucky girl, and you knew it. Henry sends you a grin and winks before turning back to cutting the vegetables.

You begin to brew some fresh coffee for Henry, and put on the kettle for your morning tea. While he was finishing up breakfast, you start to read the newspaper to him. He absolutely adored it when you’d read to him, due to your accent becoming more noticeable. Kal came over to you, stuffing his wet nose against the hand you held out to him. “You’re such a good boy, Kal. Yes, you are,” you tell him in a baby voice, “you’re my little angel aren’t you? 我的小天使” 

You clean the table, after eating your breakfast and get ready for the day. Henry was already out to go on a walk with Kal. It did indeed snow last night and everything outside was hidden underneath a thin sheet of white snow, so you made sure Henry was wrapped up in a thick scarf you made him and a black beanie. After giving you a kiss as if he was off to fight in a war, he and Kal happily walked through the front door, into the freezing cold. Him whistling and Kal buzzing with excitement. 

Brushing your teeth and doing your makeup, you dance through the bathroom, in a good mood. You grab your phone that was propped up against the mirror, planning to put on the podcast you had been enjoying lately. You freeze seeing all the notifications, not having heard your phone due to it being on ‘quiet’. You swallow.

Oh shit.

There you were, plastered on the internet for everyone to see and laugh at. You and Henry making out on the parking lot of the Chinese supermarket. Was he going to be angry with you? It was your fault for teasing him after all. Oh no no no…

‘Henry Cavill and girlfriend were spotted having a steamy make out session outside local grocery store’

The headline read, making your face as red as a tomato. Trying to fight against it, you couldn’t hold yourself from reading the next paragraph. 

Being in the middle of winter, doesn’t stop these two lovebirds from having a heated make out session in a parking lot!

Yesterday early in the evening, Witcher-superstar Henry Cavill was spotted with (to some) much younger girlfriend, designer, Y/N Y/L/N. The two have  recently confirmed their relationship with an Instagram post from Cavill, showing a candid of Y/N, with the short caption ‘My sunshine enjoying the sun shine’. Last month Vogue came out with a video featuring Y/L/N in which Cavill and his dog Kal made an appearance, making fans go wild. It seems like the two really are living the life and we are excited to see more of them together!

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This was it. You could already hear your sweet grandma, praying to the ancestors to forgive you for your sins, lighting all the incense she could find. You were a disgrace to the family now. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or felt bad about doing it, hell, everybody in the position would gladly sit on Henry’s shoulders and stick their tongue down his throat. You were just disappointed you got caught.

From downstairs you hear the door close with a loud thump and the pitter-patter from Kal’s nails on the hardwood floor, letting you know your two boys were back home. You nervously descend the flight of stairs, holding your head low and tightly clutching your phone in hand. 

“Hey, lovey! you really missed something, Kal and I could practically ice skate over the walking trails, it was so much fun!” Henry says enthusiastically as he hears you wander into the living room. You ignore him and plop down on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not meeting his eyes. 

A frown makes its way onto his face. 

“What are you sorry for, sweet girl?” His eyes hold a concerned look, not understanding what you were talking about. You huff out a breath and hand him your phone so he could see the article. 

A roaring laugh sounds through the open space, making your head shoot up. “Yeah, I saw it this morning when I went and checked my Instagram,” he chuckles, face still rosy from going outside. 

“We really gave the paparazzi a field day, didn’t we?” He continues.

“Your ass looks great in this pic, though. Look,” pointing to the one were he had you lifted over his shoulder, but softens his voice when he sees how tense you were. 

“Aw, doll, loosen up, I’m not mad or anything, if that’s what you think. I’m rather pleased now that everybody can see how happy we are and how much joy you bring me,” he lets you know nonchalantly, pressing a smooch to your forehead and starts to march towards the kitchen.

“You want another cuppa, lovey?”

And just like that, you were back in your good mood, perplexed at how well he took all of this. 

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[rosakikoza]

Prologue

WE ARE TEMPORARILY CLOSED

Said the sign in front of Chef Kawasaki’s restaurant. Kirby blinked. 

Closed? While he was excited to enjoy a delicious meal?

Kirby wouldn’t be dissuaded by a pesky sign.  He pounded on the door and began calling out to Kawasaki. “Chef Kawasaki! Hey Chef Kawasaki c’mon! What’s going on? I’m staaaarving! Can you cook something. Pleeease? I’m BEGGING you. Chef Kawasaki!!” Kirby continued like this until a voice finally answered. “...Kirby. I’m sorry but we’re closed for now. Can’t you just go home..?” 

“Huh? Why? How long will ‘for now’ be?”

“I don’t know.  In any case, it’ll be a while...” Chef Kawasaki sounded utterly drained. On top of that, his voice seemed to be slightly off. For some reason, it sounded really hoarse and breathy…

“Are you sick Chef? Your voice sounds funny, did you catch a cold?”

“Y-Yeah totally! I’ve gotten the most awful cold… cough, cough.” Chef Kawaski replied, a bit too eagerly. Something didn’t feel quite right, but Kirby relented. “I see then… well I guess I should go. Have a nice break!”

“Thanks Kirby.” 

“’Cause I'll be waiting for you to get better and reopen!”

“...Kirby. I have a warning for you…” Chef Kawasaki’s tone suddenly became serious. 

“Huh? What is it?”

“If you ever come across a man made of yarn, whatever you do, do NOT approach them. Just run away immediately.”

“...Wha?” Kirby was completely lost. “A man… made of yarn? Who’s that?”

“I don’t know who they are, but…”

“Were they the one that got you sick?”

“N-no.... Well…. Uh actually…” Chef Kawasaki stumbled over his lies. However, Kirby didn’t seem to notice.

“Got it, I’ll make sure not to get sick. Cause if I caught a cold I would miss out on the delicious food here!”

“Yeah...no. Listen to me Kirby...”

“When this restaurant reopens, I'm going to get a hamburg steak!”

“Kirby just liste-”

“But curried rice sounds good as well, and spaghetti, and croquette… Mmmm…”

“Please just listen to me. That yarn man is VERY dangerous....”

“Oh duh, I can just get a little bit of everything! Ah, I'm getting hungry just thinking about it! Get well soon Chef Kawasaki!”

“Kirby! W-wait..!”

Kirby walked off, drooling at the thought of reopening day. Behind the closed restaurant doors, Chef Kawasaki flopped back onto a chair. He really wasn’t like himself. Somehow – Kawasaki’s body had become completely transformed into yarn. (So that’s why his voice was so hoarse..!)

That morning, while Kawasaki was heading out to gather cooking ingredients, a mysterious man appeared in front of him. His entire body was made of yarn, and he radiated an unnerving aura.  When their eyes met, the man snickered and suddenly started to attack! Chef Kawasaki didn’t have time to flee. When he regained consciousness, he was in this strange new form.

Chef Kawasaki sighed sharply. “Agh… I should have just told the truth instead of lying about the cold…. But letting myself be seen like this would have been so embarrassing…” Kawasaki was at his wits’ end. He didn’t want to be seen in this hollow state, so he lied. Now Kirby thinks that he had simply caught a cold. “It’s Kirby’s fault for refusing to pay attention! What do I do- If that yarn man gets Kirby too…” Kawasaki shook his head and banished that thought. “There’s no way. Kirby is stronger than anyone. But… even then, if Kirby gets turned into yarn it’s over for us all….  Agh! I wish I had given him a better warning!” After thinking about the imminent danger that Dream Land was in, Chef Kawasaki’s regret only grew.

Currently, Kirby was scouting out the path from Kawasaki’s restaurant. “I really wanted that hamburg steak too… What am I going to eat now?”  Then, as if answering his plea, something red rolled out from the grass. Kirby jumped up in excitement, eyes glittering. “Woah! A tomato! It looks so tasty!” Tomatoes were Kirby’s favorite food. However… If he had looked a bit more closely, he’d realize that it clearly wasn’t a real tomato. It certainly looked like one, but it was actually made out of yarn. Yet, Kirby was too hungry to notice. “Down the hatch!” Kirby opened his mouth and began to inhale. 

Suddenly… Chasing after the tomato, a mysterious man appeared. His entire body was made of yarn. His large hat, his cape, even his face and limbs were entirely yarn. He held two knitting needles in his hands, and donned a yarn sock around his neck.

“Hey! What are you doing! Stop that!” They yelled while flailing their needles around “That’s my magic metamato!” But it was too late. Stopping Kirby’s endless appetite was an impossible task. Kirby gulped the metamato right down. “Huh..? What the… this... doesn’t taste like a tomato at all…” The yarn man was seething with rage. If he wasn’t made out of yarn, he would be gnashing his teeth right now. “Why you little! My magic Metamato..!”

“Eh?” Kirby finally noticed the man in front of him. “Ah, a yarn man...  You’re who Chef Kawasaki was talking about..!” Not wanting to catch a cold, Kirby took a step back. The yarn man approached him angrily. “You’ll pay for this! You’ll rue ever crossing me!” Just then, the sock around his neck began to glow. Kirby’s body suddenly began floating in the air. “Woah woah woah! W-What’s going on! Something is pulling me in..!  Normally, Kirby would be the one sucking his enemies up, but it seems like this time the tables have turned. The sock grew brighter as the force increased. Kirby flailed wildly, but it was no use. The sock sucked Kirby right up!

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[whumperooni]

God fuck ok this shit has been on my mind for days now: Y/N is the second youngest of the Todoroki’s (everyone’s 18+ tho obviously) and she ended up quirkless so, Enji thought she had to be useful to the family somehow, so how about the family cumdump? All the boys love using her whenever wherever. I can just imagine Rei sitting on the couch with some tea lovingly watching her daughter get fucked into next week by her sons and/or husband 🥴🥵 girl I’m drooling

please i love this so very much. it literally lives rent free in my mind.

tags/warnings: tw incest, tw breeding kink, fucked up family dynamics, oral

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“Ni- nii-chan! Nii-chan!”

Rei smiles and sips her tea as she watches her precious little girl squirm and whine, as she watches her son grunt and rut into her.

You’re such a good little girl. So sweet and docile.

Just like she had raised you to be.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Rei asks. “Do you like your Natsuo-nii using you?”

You mewl and nod- face flushed and eyes glazed over, cute little whimpers leaving you as Natsuo presses your face against the coffee table with a pant.

“F-feels good, mama! I love nii-san’s cock!”

Rei’s smile grows as Natsuo groans and a sense of peace fills her as she watches her youngest come on her big brother’s cock.

After Shoto, Rei had thought she had never would get pregnant again. She hadn’t wanted to get pregnant again.

She’s happy for it now, though. Enji had helped her see that you were a gift to the family- even when you turned out to be quirkless, even when she had feared his wrath over a failure.

Quirkless was fine- you could be of use to him in other ways.

(And she was now free from him and his lust. She was allowed to exist without fear)

A mewl fills the air and Rei smiles fondly, sips on her tea. Natsuo’s hips are starting to stutter against you and she knows that he will fill you soon, hopes that this will help her son relax.

He’s been working so hard lately. He deserves to unwind.

And you’re the perfect thing for that.

“Nii-san! Nii-san, please! I wanna- I need-”

“Oh, f- fuck!”

“Language, Natsuo,” Rei scolds softly. “And use your words, darling.”

Natsuo huffs and you whimper- stuttered little noises leaving you as tremble underneath your brother.

“Pl- please, Natsuo-nii! Please fill me!”

What a good girl.

Natsuo moans at the sweet pleas and Rei’s smile grows when he curls thick fingers in your hair, pulls you up and slots his lips against yours.

He’s not as rough as his father is with you, but there are moments that peek through. You always take it so willingly, though- are always so receptive to your big brother’s ministrations.

You’re receptive to everyone’s ministrations- Enji’s, Natsuo’s, Shoto’s, Fuyumi’s; even hers.

You’re so good for them. You’re always so good for them.

(They’ve trained you so well.)

A whine fills the room as your big brother fills you and Rei breathes in deep as you shudder and mewl, as Natsuo hugs you tight to his chest and thrusts in you so deep that she can see the outline of his cock in your stomach.

She finishes her tea as Natsuo nuzzles at your hair, smiles to herself as he mumbles little phrases of “such a good girl” and “nii-san loves filling you” and “you were made for this.”

You really were made for this.

Rei allows Natsuo to soothe you a bit more, allows you a moment to catch your breath. She sets her tea cup to the side and then pats her lap, calls out your name softly.

“Come here, baby.”

A tiny noise leaves you and Rei huffs fondly whenever a small pout crosses over her son’s face. There’s a wet plop that sounds whenever he lets you crawl off his lap- a slick little noise as his cock slips from your abused little hole. Rei bites her lip at it and spreads her legs as you wander over to her on shaky hands and knees, smiles down at you whenever you settle between her thighs and blink up at her with heavy eyes.

You shiver whenever she pets over your hair and you let your head be pushed gently toward her crotch, nuzzle against her and run your tongue through her slit whenever she hooks her panties to the side.

“Good girl,” she murmurs. “So sweet for me.”

Your already flushed cheeks grow darker and Rei hums as you mewl against her, cards her fingers through your hair as you suckle at her clit, lap at her with a darling adoration.

Natsuo watches for a moment, eyes hungry, but he behaves himself and stands, tucks his cock into his pants.

“Natsuo, honey, will you fill the kettle again?”

“Yeah, mom.”

“And will you set out the steak? Your father is coming home tonight and he wants that for dinner.”

Grey eyes roll at that, but Natsuo still nods. A whimper sounds against Rei and she smiles down at you, pets over your hair and bites her lip as you bury your tongue deep inside of her.

“Are you excited for daddy to come home, baby?” Rei asks softly. “We’ll have to make sure to dress you pretty for him.”

You nod and pull your head back from her just a little, whine softly as you squirm on the floor.

“Want daddy to fill me up,” you mewl. “Wanna take care of mama and daddy.”

Oh, you’re such a good girl.

“You will, baby,” Rei assures you. “And maybe this time daddy will make you a mama too.”

Your eyes light up at the thought and Rei shudders as your hips rock against nothing, as your gaze grows glazed again. She nudges you back to your proper place and curls her fingers in your hair as you eagerly lap at her.

Rei sighs softly as her youngest eats her out and smiles to herself- content and happy, so proud of her little girl.

[lightsovermonaco]

Patience is a Virtue (NSFW Max Verstappen)

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Max had been so busy the past few weeks, what with preseason testing and gearing up for the first race in less than a week. You had not been able to attend testing this year, Red Bull having only allowed essential personnel to travel to Bahrain. It had been two weeks since you had seen Max’s face in person instead of being separated by phone screens. 

Considering Max’s packed schedule, you had fully expected to celebrate your birthday alone. It had been enough of a surprise that he had shown up at the door of the apartment you shared in Monaco earlier that day, having flown home from London to help you celebrate. You had lounged about watching cheesy movies and trading kisses all day before Max had informed you he had something to show you.

“No peeking,” Max said, one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip as he guided you along. “Step down.”

Cautiously, you feel with the toe of your shoe for the step. Seagulls crow and you can smelly the briny sea, but that could mean you were anywhere in the city. You didn't have any definitive context clues as to where you were. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“I told you it’s a surprise. Was the whole “close your eyes’ thing not clear?” He squeezed your shoulder. “Besides, we’re here.”

“I can open my eyes?” You asked, wanting to be certain. Max’s whispered affirmation was a wisp of breath against your neck.

Your eyes blinked open, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness of the setting sun. Max’s arms wound around your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder. A small table set for two sat on a sandy private beach, complete with flickering candles and a waiter standing by.

“Daniel came up with this, didn’t he?” You teased, placing your hand on his corded forearm.

“He may have helped with the specifics,” He conceded, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Charles is the one that let me borrow his villa.” 

You hummed in appreciation of the gesture. “So you are friends.”

“Jury’s still out on that one.”

You laughed and let Max lead you to the table. He pulled out your chair, letting you get settled before leaning in for a kiss. Being apart for so long had made him more affectionate than usual. Not that you were complaining.

Glasses of wine were poured before the waiter retreated back to the house, presumably to give you and Max privacy. Max leaned back, letting the last dregs of sunlight warm his face. It was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen.

Your eyes traced the line of his neck, up the angle of his strong, stubbled jaw. Muscles rippled as he took off his signature flat-brimmed cap, running his fingers through his hair before replacing it backwards on his head. And god, you could’ve jumped on him right there. Noticing your stare, Max grinned, his foot finding yours under the table.

“Keep undressing me with your eyes like that and we won’t get to enjoy the lovely meal Daniel planned out.” You bit your lip to suppress your smile. Your assumption that Max hadn’t come up with this on his own was right, then. It was far too cheesy for it to have been all his idea.

You reached for his hand, threading your fingers together. “Maybe I’d rather undress you and eat at home.”

“Daniel would be upset that his efforts went to waste.” Mischief glinted in Max’s baby blues.

“I wouldn’t call them wasted,” You murmured, running your bare foot up Max’s calf. “After you leave tomorrow, I’ll be all alone for another week. I think Daniel would understand if I had other activities in mind for tonight.”

Max leaned back and stretched his arms over his head, fully aware that he was torturing you. Your mouth watered from more than just the delicious smell of grilled steak. A wicked grin split his face. “We’re having dinner,” He said, tone leaving no room for a challenge.

“But-”

He moved lightning quick, his hand gripping your thigh under the table. “I said we’re having dinner. Understood?”

“Yes,” You breathed, heart pounding. The dominance in his voice melted any protests that had sprang to your lips.

“Good girl,” He murmured, then sat back like nothing had happened when the server brought out your meal. As soon as Max thanked him, you dug in. Golden, perfectly seasoned potatoes and carrots, and a perfectly cooked steak with a delicious, sweet sauce. You shoveled it in, eager to get home.

“Take your time,” Max warned. “Or you’ll just be sitting there while I finish mine.” Indeed, he cut his steak agonizingly slow, deliberately dragging it out. You tried to match his leisurely pace, but couldn’t keep your mind from wandering. Your leg bounced impatiently. Max once more gripped your thigh, giving you a stern look.

“Patience is a virtue.”

Silence dominated the last of the meal, your body lined with tension. You couldn’t wait to get him home, having wanted to do so since the moment he turned that damned hat backwards. The sun had set by the time he tipped the waiter. You practically lept from your seat when he stood, grabbing his hand and racing for the street.

Max was stronger than you, of course, and when he dug his heels into the sand you had no choice but to halt. “I said patience, my schat.” My treasure.

Your stomach flipped. Just when you thought you couldn’t want him more, he pulled out the rarely used Dutch term of endearment that never failed to drive you wild. You had to get him home, or else you’d beg for him to take you right there on the beach in front of Charle’s vacant home.

Reading the plea on your face, Max relented with a sigh. “Alright, we won’t take a walk along the water like I planned.” He waved a hand. “You know the way home.”

You wound through the streets with practiced ease, your feet having traveled the path between Charles’ home and your apartment countless times. At one point you had to stop at a street crossing, bouncing on your toes.

The hand Max placed on your ass made you freeze. “Anxious?” He murmured, breath tickling your neck. You only nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. You could only imagine what he would do to you when you were alone.

After two more agonizing blocks, you were home. You rounded on Max the second the door closed behind you, lips crashed to his and your hands tugging his shirt up. Setting his cap on the kitchen counter, you left a trail of clothing from the front door to the threshold of the bedroom. Stripped down to your underwear, you wound your arms around Max’s neck and jumped, wrapping your legs around him.

He caught you with a grin. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Uh huh,” You replied automatically, jerking your head towards the bed. Max took the hint, laying you back and stripping off his shorts and boxers, leaving him bare before you. The beauty of his body never ceased to amaze you, no matter how many times you saw it.

Max sank to his knees at the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving yours as he slid his hands behind your calves and pulled. You gasped, legs falling open. The sudden heat of his breath on your core shocked your system, sending a shiver up your spine. “Please,” You whispered. 

Your knee jerked when his lips met your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you needed him. His mouth trailed up to your hip, where he bit down hard enough to leave a mark. You gasped again, hips rising off the mattress.

“T-tease,” You breathed, head spinning like a top.

“Makes it sweeter when I finally feast.”

And feast he did.

Max had your panties off in record time, immediately dragging his tongue through your slick folds. His nose bumped your clit with each swirl of his tongue. A low moan tore from your throat. Reaching down, you tangled your fingers in his chocolate hair and encouraged him further with the grinding of your hips to his face. His hum of approval rocked through you, snipping the thread of sanity you’d been clinging to.

Your thighs tightened around his head when he slipped a finger inside you, his tongue devouring your clit like it was his last meal. He tapped thrice on your knee, his silent signal that he wanted your eyes on him. It took every ounce of your willpower to meet his request, gazing down at him between your legs.

His confident wink sent you over the edge, golden pleasure coursing through you hot as a wildfire. His tongue lapped at your center, letting you ride through the pleasure. Only when you whimpered softly did he remove his finger and mouth, his chest heaving.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, words coated in desire. You managed a nod. “Turn over.”

You tried to obey, you really did, but your limbs wouldn’t cooperate. With a growl of impatience, Max flipped you on your stomach. Fingers dug into your flesh as he hauled you up by the hips, face to the bed but ass in the air.

You rock your hips back, brushing the length of his cock. “That’s my girl.”

In one swift movement, he seats himself to the hilt inside you. You don’t need any time to adjust, thankfully, because Max doesn’t waste a second. The obscene sounds of skin on skin fills the room as he slams into you. Fingers tangled in your hair yank you to your elbows, and you looked over your shoulder at Max. 

His name was a plea, the only word in your vocabulary as he fucked you senseless. The sting of your scalp was a sharp contrast to the delicious pleasure flooding through you with each thrust of his hips. More than once your limbs turned to jelly, relying on Max to hold you up. He angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside you with each thrust.

“Max, please-”

“Fuck, I never get tired of how wet you get for me,” Max grunted, increasing his pace until the force of it was enough to make you see stars. “Such a good girl, always ready for me when I want you.”

The praise had your walls tightening on his cock, a whimper escaping your throat. "M-Max-"

"Me too," He grunted, slamming into you twice more before spilling his seed inside you. He gave a few lazy strokes as you followed his lead, your second orgasm of the night draining any energy you had left. Max eased out of you and ran a cloth he had grabbed from the nightstand between your legs. 

"I could use a shower after that," You murmured. Max's rumbling laughter sounded at your ear.

"That can be arranged, birthday girl."

[kousagi7hikari]

Name: Akuma

Species: Demon

Do they exist in a story?

Not really. I put him in a bunch of different stories, but they’re more like AUs than anything else. He exists in my own head, mostly.

What inspired them?

A while back, I made a bunch of characters that were “What if Danny Phantom was a different creature of myth?” And then they just grew their own personalities

How did you name them?

I had an issue of Shounen Jump that had the first chapter of D Grey Man in it. It had monsters named Akuma, which I learned meant “Demon.” So, there you go. Let’s keep in mind I was in middle school when I made him, so I wasn’t aware of how “moon moon”-ish it would be, but it’s been over a decade, I can’t change it now!

Any big changes between first making them and now?

Akuma’s mostly gone through some personality changes. Before, He was very much a crappy teen, and now he’s an adult who is full of softly boiling rage. So, he handles his anger better. He also grew out of his “middle school” phase.

What’s the best thing about them?

He’s been with me so long and he just keeps growing. Also, he’s surprisingly loyal, for a demon

What’s the worst thing about them?

STILL VERY ANGRY. But at least he can better manage and direct his anger.

I feel the need to say that he’s not angry all the time. He just partakes in Wrath a lot

What part of yourself is in them?

Again with the anger. It’s mostly my righteous fury and indignation at how unfair some things are. I can use Akuma to blow off some steam and imagine certain situations in a safe space.

Do they have any hobbies?

He plays the violin! Something that grew from me listening to “The Devil went Down to Georgia”

What’s their backstory?

Not a whole big backstory, but, when he was younger, Akuma tried to take over the world. This went about as well as you would think. Half of his powers were sealed away because his brother made a plea bargain with the divinity who were in charge. He recently got them unsealed which allowed him to learn more spells and abilities and also grow up. He looks back on his attempted takeover the way we look back at our middle school phases.

Do they have any friends?

He’s friends with another OC of mine, Victor! Victor plays piano, so they sometimes perform duets together. He also has an unnamed demon friend he meets back in Hell sometimes at a bar for a drink just to chat. Obviously, not very developed.

Significant Other? Crush?

He’s got a boyfriend~ First serious one. An owl/winter forest spirit named Suluk. He belongs to my bestie!

What kind of powers do they have, if any?

Akuma can manipulate shadows and create fire, but it’s blue and purple cos AESTHETIC. He can also summon his violin and do magic with it. He can also cast some spells (whatever I want for my daydream scenario)

Any family?

Akuma has one brother, an angel named Sora. They’re twins. If you wanna know how that works, you’ll have to wait for Sora’s entry!

What foods do they like?

Akuma doesn’t need to eat human food. He mostly eats souls. However, he’s been known to dip into a steak once in a while, occasionally something decadent if he’s infiltrating a fancy party for one reason or another. His sin is not gluttony

Do they engage in combat? What do they use to fight?

Yup! He uses a combination of fire magic, music magic (energy with his violin) and either a scythe or a pitchfork. Sometimes he uses two of each, depending on how he feels.

Do they speak other languages?

He can speak whatever language he needs, but his mother tongue is a sort of Celestial language called Devine

Do they have a Nick-name or an alias?

Aki for short. When he disguises himself in a feminine form, he goes by the name Autumn. If he’s in disguise in his usual form, he goes by Adam Davidson. His full name is Akuma J. Devine. Much like Crowley in Good Omens, it’s just a J.

How do they get around?

Flight. Teleportation for long distances or to go back to Hell.

Can they cook?

Absolutely not. Does not have the patience for it

Who is someone from their past?

I think Akuma kept to himself a lot when he was younger, only sticking with his brother, so there weren’t a lot of folks in his past. He’s made more friends recently though.

Art by myself at @fangirltothefullest

[efkgirldetective]

~part V~ { part I & part II & part III & part IV }

thank you thank you to the anon who sent in this prompt! 💗💗💗

book + cerulean + passion

“Don’t have too much fun while we’re off, yeah?”

“Never, Padfoot, we—”

“Head Girl? Can you reassure?”

“Former Head Girl, mind you—”

“Sirius, honest to Merlin, we’re so, so late, and you know how Moody gets, he’ll have our—”

“—bollocks, yeah, had the exact same and shuddering thought, dearest—”

“—amount of calling me dearest can make up for that image, fuck’s sake—Pete? We’re near—”

“I’ve been ready, Remus!” Peter exclaims, springing indignantly from his seat on the sofa. “Been sat right bloody here, reading a book while you lot argue on and on about ‘oh, do you have the coordinates, or do I?’ Honestly, could’ve read through Hogwarts a bloody History frontward and backward, already!”

James grins at the exasperated trio, puffy-coated and scarf-wrapped and leaving not thirty minutes after they ought to have left. Between his wide-leg lean at the kitchen counter, Lily calls out, “Be safe, okay?” Sirius accios his wand all the way from down the hall, quite nearly missing the tawny tuft of Peter’s hair—“And be polite!”

“Polite, Evans, honest?” James tucks into her sweet-smelling hair. “Like Moody wants politeness, not moxie or gall or some imposing four-syllable word that escapes me at the moment.”

Lily pinches the skin of his arm.

“See you for dinner, yeah?” Sirius is calling back. “Right chuffed for steak pies—”

“Black!”

“Oh, for—coming, coming!”

Peter’s aggravated scowl is the last thing they see, the babble of Remus and Sirius floating down the hall, disappearing behind the closed door.

“If we’re going to be parents,” Lily says, running her hands along James’, wrapped round her waist, “We ought to start practicing, no?”

James laughs, sweeping her hair away and leaning down to kiss her neck. He contemplates the skin, a small pair of freckles marking the place where neck and shoulder meet. He thinks of their furtive trip to the fertility clinic earlier in the day; how the charms glimmered cerulean over Lily’s stomach, her hand gripping his tightly as the Healer surveyed her vitals, told them how healthy the baby—their baby—looked, inside, just about ten weeks along and growing so well. James took it all in as if from afar; heart beating out of his body, sense of place, of home, tied so firmly to Lily’s five-fingered hold on him; how her eyes shone with nervous excitement as she looked at him from the examination table—red hair a stark contrast to such a sterilized room. She whispered, “Okay?” and squeezed his hand. He nodded, bent to kiss her forearm, unable to find words for how he felt; an overflowing of love that left him just as tethered as it left him unmoored.

In the kitchen, he tries to make sense of the paradox: how he might be sinking for all his unruly, anxious fears—and at the same time buoyant, near-weightless in pride, in joy. He bends his cheek to the freckles and blinks slowly. “You’re going to be such a good mum.”

She sighs, turns in his arms. Happy and healthy and growing. “If you let go of any absurd dream involving an infant Quidditch player,” she murmurs, hands winding up his chest and neck, “then I know you’ll make a really wonderful dad.”

Though he is unwilling and unable to let go of hope for an infant Quidditch player, he makes no mention—he leans forward and kisses her cleanly, slowly, letting the overflow transmute into tenderness, deliberate and ebbing; Lily responds in kind, threading his hair through her fingers, some soft urgency sounding in the back of her throat. Her body melts closer, thin pink cardigan letting him know just how little she’s wearing beneath—and is unsurprised, given the turmoil surging inside, that need floats so easily to the top; skimmed out of overwhelming affection, of the delicate knowing that their bodies, together, created.

And the idea of when that might have been—when it happened, in any of the jumbled and run-together instances of love, of impatience, of time-taken and stolen and stretched out and yearned for—eats at James, digs at him—merges with the feeling of limbs lethargic on his, her lips moving from chin to jaw to neck and loitering, heatedly, on his throat. “When—” he begins, short on breath, hands moving up her back, under the thin fabric, finding the warm skin of her back—“when do you think it happened?”

Lily hums into his neck, nipping gently. “When what happened?”

He laughs, ruefully, fingers pressing into the curve of her hips. Closes his eyes to her hair. “Er, the conception.”

“The conception?” Lily emerges from his neck, laughing, too, lips pulled apart in mirth. “What, we're religious, now?”

“Well, it’s the technical term, Lils—would you rather I call it procreation?”

Lily groans, “Oh no, that’s far worse—so detached and impersonal,” she steals a long and wandering kiss. “Hardly what I feel when you’re inside of me, moving.”

"Oh, fucking hell—" James kisses her, can’t help it—and again, and again. “Really, though, semantics aside—” he moans, and she kisses him again, still laughing—“I want to know when you think it happened, is all.”

Leaning back from him, and really looking at him clearly, Lily lets her smile fall into something smaller; something like a smirk. “Alright, well,” she exhales, thinking, hands falling from his hair down his shoulders—and slowly, slowly, down his arms, pausing at the sleeves of his shirt. “It had to have been two months ago, or so,” she muses, eyes meandering from their lean to the expanse of kitchen counter behind them, the oven and the hob. “Maybe, it was just there, over the...” her eyes turn back to him, aglimmer.

James swallows deliberately, tilts his chin upward; takes a short moment to compose himself. It hardly works. “Evans,” he articulates, slowly. She laughs, fingers slipping, rounding his biceps; an insufferable squeeze, and stroking.

“I imagine an act of such passion could surely lead to conception,” she stands on tiptoes, finds his ear, nips at the lobe, “don’t you agree?”

For this he has only one long, breathless moan—the memory of a night without housemates, a shared bottle of wine; her breath so soft and wanting as they necked in the kitchen, necking that turned— near instantly—into a clamor of hands under and tugging at clothes, lips on necks, whimpers and gasping and an oh, Merlin, please as he sunk to his knees and fixed his tongue between her legs— which led, inevitably, to a growing plea for more and more now; to her impatient keening as he grappled with her skirt and knickers, his own pants barely pushed aside before he pressed inside, hard and leaking, half-gone and humbled at her neck, her shoulder—her sweet gasping James what took him clear over the edge, right there in the kitchen, adjacent the hob; her hips tight in his hands, legs shaking madly under his.

And in the same kitchen her mouth connects to his softening breath, drinking it down, knowing. “Or,” she continues, “perhaps that time in the en suite, when not five minutes in you—”

“Jesus fuck,” James interrupts, voice high and reedy—a sound that changes, and breaks, as Lily swivels her hips over his—“Hadn’t seen you for three days, you can’t just—it was—”

“I wasn’t complaining, though, was I, love?” she laughs into his mouth. “Especially not when you said such nice things with your tongue, afterward.”

"That made up for it?"

"More than made up for it, darling."

He smiles, quietly, and slips his hands down the warmth of her back, round her thighs, and lifts, jostling her into his arms. Lily tightens her grip on him, presses a kiss to his neck. “Could’ve been any one of the times you’ve fucked me senseless into our bed,” she muses. “Oh, excuse me—our premarital bed.”

“Thank you,” James says, “for acknowledging our unwed sin.”

Their bodies sway forward as he pushes up off the counter and staggers, indiscriminately, toward the bedroom, urged on by her burgeoning moan. “You know, I—” he tries, fixing her weight against a doorframe, finding it near impossible to speak around her suddenly desperate kiss, the sparring of tongues—“I just think—”

“—do tell me what you think—”

“—that talking about this was a shit idea.”

“Shit idea? No, really?”

“Really,” James repeats, short on breath and having stumbled from the door right into their bedroom, replete with purported sin. “Because all this talk of conception has me thinking—”

“All this thinking,” Lily whines into his ear, tongue swirling, dangerous. “You’ll hurt yourself, Potter.”

James lays her down on the bed, laughing; hair scattering and soft, cardigan pulled taut at the buttons, a flush of red spreading down her neck. She bites her lip as he leans back, looks at her.

“Thinking of...?” she prompts, fingers fall down his forearms, stroking.

“Of everything that leads up to conception,” he clarifies, swallowing, dipping his face into the swells of her breasts, nuzzling; lifting her sweater up enough to find her belly. His touch slows, gentle as it traces down the skin, as his mouth bends to kiss, slowly, like she is some delicate thing. He turns his face, lets his cheek rest against the center. Closes his eyes. “Hi, baby.”

Lily clambers onto elbows and reaches a hand through his hair. “Baby says hi back.”

James lifts his head. “Oh, you can hear the baby?”

“Yes,” she says, fingers moving across his brow, down his cheek, feeling the indent of his grin. “We’ve a telepathic connection.”

“And what’re they saying, now?”

“Mmm,” she hums. “Saying it’s alright if mum and dad want a bit of a shag, they’ll close their eyes.”

His laughter precedes his body, coming over her, weight shifting down. Her hands latched to the exposed skin of his neck. A gentle kiss between. Pulling and yearning, like yarn. The center, a knot, growing stronger.

Lily weaves her legs around his waist. Breaks gently from his mouth. “When do you think it happened?”

The question is considered, serious and slow, in the nape of her neck; in the pink plane of her cheek; in a blinking, unbroken stare. James lets the world settle down into the space of the bed and their bodies. Answers, eventually, with a tensed forehead, a hand gentle along her thigh. “If this came to be...because of an intention to love you as much and as long as I can,” he murmurs, “then it could’ve been any one of those times.”

She exhales, and he takes the same air as his breath.

He dips toward her mouth, quietly. “Any time at all.”

Lily makes a small sound, pulls down his lips—and of course he can feel their love growing, still, even in the quiet of the room. If he is to drown and float, all at once, then let it be like this; in warm and gentle waters, fixed to the tide of their hearts.

[thefanficmonster]

Safe In These Arms Of Mine

Abraham Alastor (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope) x Reader (Non-binary)

Warnings: Death scene

Genre: Angst, romance

Summary: When the town of Little Hope is polluted by nothing but whispers, rumors and accusations surrounding witchcraft, it doesn’t take a while for those to start haunting a person even in their dreams - turning them to nightmares.

Requested by Anon. Hello! Sorry for posting your request so late, dear :( Winter break is finally upon me so here it is and soon more stories will be posted! Hope you enjoy the read and hope it makes up for the long wait! Stay safe! Love, Vy ❤

My life is nearing its end. I am only a few shallow breaths away from being surrounded by flames of torment. Flames that will be the last thing I’ll lay my eyes upon before leaving this life. Oh the things I’d give to change the Reverend’s judgement - clean my name of those accusations. I - a soul who has never wronged another; who has never wished ill fate upon anyone - am being condemned for being in league with the Devil himself.

“Evil has never been seen by my eyes, spoken by my lips or done by my hands, reverend! God is my witness, I have been wronged! Whoever has told such lies, dirtying my honor, is deserving of this demise, not me!“ Though pointless, I refuse to die in silence. I want my voice heard. I want these people to know they have been blinded by their own faith. The evil lies in the spreader of rumors and accusations, not in me or any person condemned. 

“Keep your pleas to yourself! The town of Little Hope has suffered from your ill-willed words long enough. Your malicious intent shall not harm us anymore.“ One of the judge’s men, wielding a flaming torch approaches the steak I have been tied to, coarse rope binding my wrists around it, surrounded with wood. Carver, however, is not yet finished with his speech. He points to me and says: “They may have deceived you all, but it is my duty to open your eyes, puritans. I will do so by making them burn for the sins they have committed.“

The man drops the torch near my feet, the flame spreading from one log to another, approaching me at a frightening rate. My will to live is stronger than my rationality as I beg to be rescued, desperately pulling at my tied wrists which is only causing me more pain.

“Abraham! I beg of you, help me! Save me from this fate!“ My eyes scan the familiar faces of all these people who are waiting to witness my demise - people I grew up with, people I’ve lived in peace with all my life are now relieved, seeing that my soul will soon leave my body, hindering me from continuing my supposed evil-doings. Among those faces, however, I can not find the one of my lover - Abraham’s.

My last hope is to pray to God - he who knows I have not wronged nor ever wanted to wrong anyone. He who knows there is not a crumb of malice within me. Though, my praying remains unheard - the bright, deadly claws of fire reaching closer and closer to my shaking form - reaching for my soul, looking to take it from me.

A thought passes through my distressed head - an oddly calming one:

My life might end, but my love will live on. Abraham will carry it in his heart as I did in mine. It will be twice as strong in his now that mine will stop beating.

That comforts me - offers me enough closure to be able to say goodbye to this life, my soul remaining without a single stain on it.

“Y/N!“ That’s the voice I’ve heard say my name so many times. The voice of my one and only love. He’s here for me, here to save me. I should have never allowed myself to doubt him. However, he is too late. The flames have already reached me, slowly eating away at my flesh. “Y/N, NO!”

I fall victim to a pain that is more than what the flame could inflict on me. The pain of not living is worse than the pain of dying. The pain of knowing these are the last moments I’ll be drawing breath is harder to cope with than the one provided by the fire that is now embracing me completely.

“Y/N, wake up.“

Huh? What could he possibly mean?

“Wake up!“

I do.

My body is drenched in cold sweat when I come to my senses, my eyes open wide as I observe the room I am confined in. Yes, a room. I am not out in a field. I am not surrounded by flames. I feel no pain. This room is no jailcell either - it is the room I have slept in since I have known myself. 

I am safe. And alive.

“Y/N? Are you alright?“ The voice announces the other presence in my room, probably the one that woke me up from that hellish nightmare.

Turning to the doorway my eyes are met with the candlelit figure of Abraham.

My love, Abraham.

“Yes, Abraham. Sorry to have disturbed you. I had no intention of doing so.“ My voice is just as unsteady as the hand I cover my sweat-covered forehead with. It is just now I realize how close I am to letting out what is held in my chest - sobs perhaps.

“Nonsense, Y/N. I’m glad I was awoken. What is troubling you?“ He sets the candleholder on the small table next to my bed, kneeling to be eye-level with me. 

A tear escapes my eye’s hold, sliding down my hot cheek. “The fear of having my life shortened, taken from me. I am afraid, Abraham. I am afraid it might happen soon.”

His hands take hold of mine, the warmth that spreads from his skin to mine calming my galloping heart. “No one will take you. Not while I’m here. I would never allow such thing to happen.”

I have told him how scared the happenings in Little Hope have made me which is why he now sleeps in my home. Just knowing he is two doors away from me comforts me enough to put me to sleep - seeing him before I go to bed and finding him there when I wake up is the only reason I haven’t gone mad yet.

I can only find power in me to nod, I don’t wanna let my sobs escape me by speaking. However, when he begins getting to his feet, reaching for the candleholder, his name leaves my lips without me having time to prevent it, “Abraham?”

He pauses his ministrations, “Yes?”

My gaze wanders around the room, avoiding his. “Would it be much of a bother for you to stay with me tonight?”

I refuse to look at him. My request is not something he could have expected, but I can only hope he accepts it regardless.

“Of course, Y/N.“

Relief washes over me. Breathing is now easier, knowing there won’t be even two doors separating us. He’ll be with me all through the night, keeping me safe as he said he would.

He settles next to me, his arms wrapping around me, promising me all the safety I’d ever need to live. To survive all hardships.

“You’ll always be safe in these arms of mine, Y/N.“ He whispers to me.

Those are the final words I hear before a much calmer slumber consumes me.

@sparrow-gg  @artlovingbre  @chairtiger

[sylvie-writes]

Bad: The Unfortunate Ending

Inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

A/n: this is my first attempt at angst so here we go... 

Disclaimer: not part of my fall writing, this is just a lil something bc I needed to write, it makes me happier after days as today. 

Warnings: Cheating, mild profanity, shitty angst & writing. Ransom being an asshole (rip all the soft Ransom stories I’ve written)

Series Masterlist

Never in a thousand years would you have seen yourself sitting in Boston’s most expensive and high end restaurant, a steak simmering at 500 degrees laying out in front of you, and the Ransom Drysdale sweetly smiling at you.

“Wait, before you start eating, I have something to ask you, love.” 

Was he gonna break up with you?

Ransom reached over his plate to reach your hand gently bringing it to his lips while maintaining eye contact with your shocked expression, soon calming.

Oh whew.

The man then set down your hand, and folded up the napkin in his lap before rounding the table, getting down on one knee. Your eyes were already welling up with tears, making it impossible to see all the people staring at you and Ransom.

“(y/n) (l/n)...

… … ...

Will you marry me?” 

After his adoring speech, the four little words came out and the man on his knee was staring up at you like you were a goddess. Overwhelmed, you happily spewed out the words of acknowledgement while Ransom slipped the lavish diamond onto your ring finger, kissing the now ringed finger before scooping you up from your chair, the two of you in a deep kiss amidst the cheers.

A few months later the two of you got married, and everything was a dream. You had a lovely house, and a husband who was practically your closest friend. The two of you spent all your time together, told every joke, talked all the time. Believe or not but Mr. Fancy Pants had preferred that you got married sooner rather than having an extravagant wedding ceremony. 

So that's what you did. One lovely Monday morning, you and Ransom drove to the courthouse, in the beamer, as if it were just any other day. 

You thought then and there, that this was it. Life was finally playing in your favor...

 All the little gifts you gave

I call it over compensating

Feeling just like a princess

Every answer was always yes

You had me living in a dream

 “Oh Ransom!” You played with the little puppy down at your feet, a red ribbon adoring it’s small, yet fluffy neck.The little thing jumped into your arms, causing you to lift off the floor, walking closer to Ransom. 

“Why did you get me a puppy, Hugh?” 

He just cheekily smiled and shrugged, walking by to kiss your cheek. “No reason!” 

You just laughed it off before going outside to play fetch with the energetic fur baby. 

Ransom always treated you for no reason, at times you really hated him for it, but not once would he ever let up.

About four months into your marriage, Harlan had invited you and Ransom to some writer’s charity gala, a black and white party, meaning Ransom was gonna rent a tux and you’d find an overly priced yet attractive dress. 

So, one Saturday afternoon, you and Ransom went to the mall, getting fitted for your clothes. You weren’t about the name brands like Ransom was, but today, Ransom now had full advantage to shower you in expensive clothing having already picked his tux yesterday. His sneaky little plan to go dress shopping with you.

“What about this one?” Your husband held up a black slip dress designed by Prada. Curiously you walked up to him, checking the tag to see its $1,000 price. In all honesty, from the looks of the dress, you had assumed Ransom picked up a simple dress. Sure, it was pretty but you weren’t about to pay that much just for the name. For what it is worth, you could sew and tailor the damn thing yourself. 

“That’s ridiculous, Ransom. I’m not about to pay that much.” 

You went to go walk off before you felt Ransom’s hot breath in your ear.

“Who said you were paying?”

Turning around, you playfully pushed him in the chest to which he laughed and peppered kisses all over your face.

“Ransom! Stop, you’re making a scene!”

He pulled away for a minute, your giggles ceasing.

“Let me treat you and I will stop.”

Quickly, the man resumed his attack, your pleas soon becoming words of compliance.

“Fine!”

His signature smirk danced across his lips, while his free arm snaked around your waist ushering you to the tailor’s stand. 

 What's forever long to you

Did you say that to her too

Making sure that I'd never know

Callin her while the shower goes

 It was a little after midnight and Ransom wasn’t home yet, today he had been out with some friends, not inviting you. Your only company for the day was your precious little puppy, who was curled up against your stomach. The endless worry had kept you up all night as you mindlessly stroked the puppy’s back, trying to calm your own nerves.

Eventually, an hour later, the hallway light shone under the door, Ransom coming in. He was met with your worried look and came to rush over to your side.

“You scared me to death, Ransom. Two hours ago, you were supposed to be back!” 

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry baby. Now, get some sleep, I love you. Forever, my love.”

Ransom gently pulled the blanket over you, kissing you goodnight, then heading off to shower.

Turning on the shower, Ransom pulled the phone out of his pocket, scrolling to the bottom of his contacts and dialing, Blair❤️. 

“Hey baby, today was amazing Ranny!”

A deep chuckle left Ransom’s throat, the woman on the phone giggling.

“I know, angel. You are the best, love ya forever, Sweetheart.” 

Blair continued to gush over the phone, recalling the earlier events of the day at her house where Ransom had spent the whole day. (leaving that sentence to the eye of the beholder.)

Shower, and you, long forgotten, Ransom spent the rest of the night talking to the woman, leaving the bedroom to go downstairs, assuming you were already asleep.

Ironically, that night, you dreamt of all the times you and Ransom would stay up just talking and laughing...

Then crawl back in bed, it's a shame

I probably should've known better

I probably should've known better

 It was 4 am, and Blair had fallen asleep on the phone, leaving Ransom to bid her goodbye and get some shut eye himself. 

It was like sleeping next to a stranger, the warmth of the bed now gone. Coldness, replacing the loving embrace.

About two months ago, your work gave its employees a week off for the holidays. It was once in a blue moon that you got to see your family, so you seized this opportunity. You wished your husband could have come, but Ransom had to stay behind to help Harlan with an upcoming novel. In truth, Ransom never saw himself reverting back to his bad ways, but who knows what entices people to change.

One night, Ransom went out for a drink, a young lady, about twenty-seven years old, came up to the sulking man. He was drowning his sorrows in a couple of beers, wishing he were there with you. Oh how he missed you!

“Hey stranger.”

The sultry voice hit too close to home for Ransom, a voice he knew all too well.

And let’s just say a few drinks later, he came to remember his old fling as Blair.

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

It felt like you were living a hallmark movie, and never would you have thought any different.

Your feet were propped on the Ransom’s lap as the two of you laid down Uno cards on the coffee table. 

“Ransom?”

“Yes, darling?”

You set the Uno cards in your lap, adjusting on the couch so that you’d be straddling Ransom. The man brightly smiling at you, enveloping you with his muscular arms. In complete bliss, you leaned forward and kissed him, a slow and intimate kiss. Time completely stopped as you were just in your own little world. 

He treated you so well, you’d never be prepared for the heartbreak that’d ensue. 

 I wasn't catching on to you

Blinded by your lips so smooth

Excusing all of your gotta goes

Leaving me to be all alone

 “Do you really have to go, Ransom?” 

Your arms were wrapped around the man’s neck, pleading for him to stay. A small frown made a way onto his lips before he leaned in to kiss you deeply, pulling away from your lips while you were still trying to catch up. 

“I gotta go.”

With that, he rushed out. A business meeting was it? Or was it Harlan? You couldn’t remember. For the past two months, you’ve been accepting all of his excuses, soon all of them blending, yet in the end you were always left standing in the house, alone with your dog.

It's okay, you told yourself. Sure he forgot your birthday last month. It’s fine.

As long as he didn't forget your wedding anniversary next month, everything would be fine…

Right?

 Then you took my heart just the same

I probably should've known better

I probably should've known better

 No it wasn’t fine. He forgot your anniversary. He forgot you. In the mornings, he’d no longer stay with you, instead finding an excuse to rush out, no kisses, not even hugs, Rarely did the two of you talk and soon, it became your new normal.

You should’ve known better.

 Every word you said you was sweet but you was lying

Everything you covered making up just to keep to me from crying

Another late night, Ransom had gone to help his mother at some dinner party for her business, or so he said. He left early this morning, claiming he was gonna help set up and that he’d be home by 8. Yet, here you are, watching the 11 o’clock news, waiting for your husband’s arrival since he had left you with radio silence all day.

Suddenly, the door flew open, a sloppily dressed Ransom, stumbling in, clearly piss-ass drunk.

“Oh you're awake!”

You walked over to help him sit on the couch, just as you were about to turn off the lamp beside the couch, you noticed a tint of red lipstick on Ransom’s lips. You hadn’t worn any lipstick today, right?

Tenderly, you traced your thumb over his lips, as his eyes gazed into yours.

“Ransom, what’s on your lips?”

In a poor attempt, Ransom went to grab your hand, missing and instead grabbing your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you, instead getting your ear. 

“It’s nothing, (y/n).” 

His head was laying on your shoulder, as he was about to fall asleep, his energy suddenly gone.

“Really? It seems like something, you have a woman’s lipstick on your lips for god sake!”

Ransom then perked up and hugged you tightly, whispering reassuring words to you. Drunkenly, his words mashed together, causing you to barely understand his “comforting” speech. 

“I love you so much, sweetheart, I’d never do that to you.”

Sweetheart, a name once reserved for you, now unknowingly shared with another woman.

Believing his lies, because why not? He had never given you a reason not to trust him, not yet anyway.

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

 That very next week, Ransom had to leave once again, this time a boys’ trip to the club. You thought nothing of it, now used to his absence, keeping to yourself with the dog and some friends.

Later that afternoon, you were enjoying a sandwich and lemonade out on the front porch when a Maseratti pulled into the driveway, a familiar man stepping out.

“(y/n)! Is Ransom home?”

The man pulled you into an embrace, leaving you confused at his presence.

“Why are you here Oliver? Ransom said he was out with you and James.”

Oliver just shrugged his shoulders, he too jumping to the same conclusion. At this point you were just seeing red, storming into the house, Oliver following. You practically were stomping holes into the hallway for your footsteps were as heavy as your heart. Maybe all along you had been suspicious deep inside, maybe you just never wanted to believe it.

Then finding Ransom’s phone in his nightstand, you came back into the doorway to meet Oliver. If your suspicions were true, you’d like to at least embarrass the dumbass in front of his friend. They all knew he was a playboy at heart, but after you, every one had assumed he’d matured somewhat. 

Clearly, they were all wrong.

Your husband was the biggest idiot in the world, making his password your anniversary date, for he was so forgetful. You found this hilarious, because he forgot your first wedding anniversary, god you were so naive. 

Was this wrong? Sleuthing through his phone?

Sure. But it could never equal up to what you were about to find. 

Opening text messages, 50 unread, all from you, your messages definitely ignored as a woman named Blair was at the top of his messages. 

You gagged at the heart by her name, one that used to be by yours. Scrolling through the texts, you found yourself growing angrier by the minute, finally, you just lost it. With great vehemence, you slammed the phone against the floor, making it shatter everywhere, Oliver and your dog, slightly jumping.

It was then that it hit you.

You crashed to the floor, crying hysterically, as the world came crashing down with you. Oliver, crouching down on the floor, trying to calm your sobs.

Tonight you were gonna confront that backstabbing, no good, cheating son of a bitch.

 Tell me the truth

Was it worth it was I worth it for you

'Cause we were perfect we working til you

Forgot to tell me you been seeing someone else for six years

It was 9 pm and you hadn’t expected Ransom’s arrival for another hour or two, so you spent the time packing your bags and drinking some coffee, preparing yourself to tear the man a new one. 

This time, there wasn’t a slammed door signaling Ransom’s presence, rather soft footsteps and his low voice, like the old days.

Ha, the one time he gets home early. Ehh you were ready anyway

“Hey babe! Oooh can I have some?”

Before you could answer, Ransom took your mug and a few swigs of coffee, handing it back to you, placing a kiss on your head. In utter surprise, you looked up at the man who just smiled down at you.

“You look I haven’t kissed you in weeks, my love.”

And with that he pecked your lips quickly, walking to the counter, you still trying to process what had just happened. 

It was true. He hadn’t kissed you in weeks.

No, you weren’t gonna let him win this time.

“It’s because you haven’t.”

Confusion swirled around on Ransom’s face, allowing you to continue.

“You haven’t kissed me in weeks. But you have kissed Blair, I'm sure.” 

The coffee mug in his hand dropped onto his foot, shattering, leaving you smirking at the small victory.

Heartbreak can make one go insane. Afterall, you are losing the one person you loved most, losing yourself along with them. 

“For months I have put up with your bullshit…” 

A good ten minutes passed of you yelling at Ransom, the man unexpectedly letting you finish.

“You’re a cheating, son of a bitch.”

Angrily, you ripped off the wedding ring, now noticing Ransom wasn’t even wearing his, for god knows how long too. Once upon a time, he’d proudly wear it all the time.

“(y/n) wait--”

Ransom grabbed your arm before you slapped him, the man slightly stunned.

“No. I’m tired of your excuses, I’m tired of letting you win. You and Brittany, should have an amazing life together, that is if you can even commit to her like you told me.”

A whisper of defeat left his mouth.

“It’s Blair…”

“The hell with it! You broke my heart Ransom! I knew it was too fucking good to be true. DAMN IT, I LOVED YOU.”

Hysterically laughing, you looked like a mad woman, lowering your voice just a bit.

“You know what makes this hurt 2x worse? I thought you had actually loved me too, because it seemed like it.”

You broke into tears, your heart in a thousand pieces, rushing away to grab your bags, Ransom not even trying to fight, knowing you're too strong this time. He let the best thing that ever happened to him slip away. 

Ages ago you could remember the lovely times with the man you once would die for, yet...

Your love was just an illusion. 

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

I wish that you would've treated me bad

Truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

a/n: maybe i should stay away from angst bc this sucked.

Updated a/n: this is gonna be a series! If you’d like to be on the taglist lemme know!!

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The Goat Is Part Of The Family

Prompt: Meet The Family Relationships: Ciri/Cahir Rating: T Content warnings: Just a slice of life, oh and Lambert being Lambert Summary: Ciri and Cahir are newly engaged, so it's time for the guy to meet her family. He quickly learns Ciri's family is unlike any other. And there's also a goat.

Also on ao3! 

My final prompt! I DID IT FOLKS!

"Hey mom," Ciri put her phone on speaker as they drove through the interstate.

"Hey daughter, grandpa wants to know how far away you are - he and Eskel are too eager to start grilling but they don't want the food to grow cold before you arrive." 

Ciri shot Cahir a questioning look and he quickly checked his watch. "Thirty minutes," he whispered.

"Yeah, we should arrive within half an hour," Ciri smiled at her phone, even though Yennefer couldn't see her. She listened for a moment to the background noises coming through the speaker. "Is there... Did you really invite the whole family over?" she huffed.

"You know that if it were for me, I wouldn't even invite your father," Ciri could exactly imagine that evil grin and raised eyebrow on her mom's face and she was damn sure she's heard Geralt's groan in the background. "Your family has invited themselves over, as soon as they've heard the big news. You better prepare your lover for the goat." With that she hung up.

Cahir gave Ciri a suspicious and only slightly scared look. "Is 'the goat' like your family's code for something?"

"No, unfortunately," Ciri laughed. "It's a literal goat. My uncle owns it."

"I'm both intrigued and scared," Cahir admitted. "I thought I was only going to meet your parents first... As in mom and dad."

"Yeah, I thought so too," Ciri looked out the window. "But alas! You're gonna meet everyone," she slapped her knees, her palms tightening around her thighs for just a second.

"Then walk me through it, is there anything I need to know about anybody before we arrive?"

Ciri looked out the window, worrying her lip between her teeth. A smirk was dancing at the corner of her lips and Cahir noticed that little spark in her eye that always showed up when she was deeply amused but didn't want to admit it. She turned to him after a while and exhaled.

"The only thing you really need to know is that my mom hates hugs and kisses, so don't try that with her. My uncles on the other hand are extremely huggable people, so expect to become a part of a hugging pile as soon as they feel comfortable around you."

Cahir hummed. "I think I can work with this," he smiled.

"Oh, and of course don't put any valuables on the floor or the goat will eat it," Ciri said with an absolutely serious expression. "Last time I was home and Eskel brought her over, she ate my brand new pair of Converse, and I've only put the box on the stairs for a moment to hug Dad!"

Cahir couldn't help but laugh, which earned him a smack on the shoulder. "Okay, It seems that we're here!"

They parked the car and got out, Ciri leading the way to the house. A white haired man, clearly Ciri's dad, leaned out of the kitchen window and waved at them with a slight smile on his lips. "Get in the backyard, everyone's waiting for you there!" he shouted at them.

"Ready?" Ciri asked, grabbing Cahir's hand reassuringly.

"I guess I never will be, so let's just do it."

Ciri opened the little gate to the backyard and they stepped into the garden.

"I swear to god, I'm gonna kill that fucking goat!" A red-haired man, equally red in the face was screaming at a taller, bulkier man. 

"That goat is part of the family, so watch your tongue, you bastard!"

"I'm gonna kill it and I'm gonna cook it! Next week we're gonna eat goat shish-kebabs!"

"Don't you fucking dare!"

Ciri and Cahir stopped in their way and stood dumbfounded in the middle of the garden, watching the two men, Ciri's uncles, fight. The goat's bleating was heard above the men's raised voices. Cahir squeezed Ciri's hand just a little bit tighter.

A man materialised suddenly at Cahir's side, moving smoothly and quietly like a cat, and patted his shoulder. "Welcome to the family, boy. I hope you don't mind people being loud." 

Ciri rolled her eyes and turned to the man, hugging him. Cahir watched him discreetly, noticing his tall muscular physique and the long dark hair and beard, and the tattoos.

"I was hoping that Mom and Dad would be the first ones to introduce themselves to you, but as you have probably noticed, my family is unlike any other," Ciri smiled and introduced the man to Cahir. "This is Aiden. He's married to my uncle - the shorter but definitely louder one."

Aiden shook Cahir's hand and raised a brow at Ciri. "Since I'm married to Lambert, your uncle, this makes me your uncle too, kiddo. Time to call me that too," he pointed finger guns at her and started walking backwards to the garden table. "C'mon kids, let's get you something to drink, you must be thirsty after the trip, and then we can introduce Cahir to the rest of the family." 

As they took the first sips of their cider, a man, seemingly in his late twenties, came out of the house, carrying a big plate of various cakes. His jeans were ridiculously tight and he wore a flowery shirt that had already half of the buttons open.

"Ah kids, finally! I couldn't wait to meet you, Cahir!" the man stretched out his arms to hug both Ciri and Cahir and then he placed kisses on both their foreheads.

"That's uncle Jaskier - definitely the most affectionate one," Ciri winked at Cahir.

"Hey! I hear you call him 'uncle' and he's also only married to your dad's brother," Aiden shouted at them from the snacks table and frowned theatrically.

"Ugh, that's because uncle Jaskier has been around since I was a child," Ciri replied sheepishly. "And you're," she gestured towards Aiden. "Well, you're pretty fresh!"

"He's fresh meat!" The shorter of the quarrelling men shouted to their group, loudly. "As in his meat is-" he got cut off by the other man's big hand on his lips.

"Jaskier, can you please tell your idiot husband to stop fighting with my idiot husband while we're having guests over?" Aiden sighed.

"Excuse me, but in my marriage, I am the idiot husband," Jaskier flicked his hand. "And also, what is today's fight about?"

"Lambert wants to grill Lil' Bleater again," Aiden replied deadpan.

"Same shit different day," Jaskier sighed and turned to Cahir. "Okay, since you've already met the cutest members of the family, besides Ciri of course. Are we doing mom and dad, or dad's crazy brothers?"

Cahir looked even more dumbfounded than in the moment they'd arrived, so he gave Ciri a questioning look. Or maybe a desperate plea for help, since his pupils were unnaturally wide and his eyebrows were almost at his hairline.

Ciri grabbed his hand and moved her lips in a silent "I'm sorry" and then dragged him into the house.

They made their way straight into the kitchen, lured in by delicious smells and the sounds of quiet chatter. The first people Cahir noticed were the two completely different women, who were chopping vegetables for some salads. One of them had deep black hair and was wearing black skinny jeans and a simple white t-shirt, her only jewelry being a thin choker with a purple stone. The other woman had fiery red hair, freckled skin and was wearing a maxi dress with a flowery print and a lot of bracelets.

"Hi everyone!" Ciri shouted, pulling Cahir to her side.

The woman in black nodded at them with a delicate smile from her spot over the kitchen counter. The other one left her stuff immediately and approached them, pulling Cahir into another hug this afternoon. "Ciri has probably told you that her mom hates hugging, but luckily I'm quite the opposite," she laughed.

Ciri rubbed the back of her neck, sending her mom a faint smile and getting a nod of approval in return. "So, this is my mom, Yennefer, and her wife, Triss, and these two grumpy snowmen in the back, these are my Dad and Gramps."

"Hey, I might be old, but I can still hear ya," the older white-haired man pointed his fork at Ciri. "Hello, boy."

The younger of the men stepped closer to them, wiping his hands in a towel. "Hi, Cahir, I'm Geralt. Nice meeting you in person and not seeing you sneak out of Ciri's room while we Face Time," he laughed, stretching his hand out to shake Cahir's.

Ciri suppressed a groan. "For gods' sake, Dad, just once could you not embarrass me on the spot?"

"Not possible." Geralt replied with a grin and returned to his station at the kitchen counter. "Cahir, care to help me and Vesemir with the steaks?"

Cahir felt his cheeks turning redd and he smiled sheepishly at the men. "Guess it's not the right time to tell you I'm a vegetarian?" he said quietly.

"There's room for everyone in the family," he heard a low, rumbling voice coming from the back door. One of the men who were quarreling earlier entered the kitchen, taking up almost all the free space. He was tall, bulky and would've looked threatening if it wasn't for the soft eyes and the baby goat cradled in his arms. "I hope you like goat cheese, though, 'cause we have a lot of that," he laughed.

Ciri gave up on trying to pretend that any of her family members were normal, letting her arms drop to the sides. She motioned towards the man with a smile and he approached her and hugged her awkwardly while also trying not to drop the goat. "Yes, this is my uncle Eskel and his baby goat, Lil' Bleater. He, obviously, owns a goat farm and is married to Jaskier."

"Hi," Cahir waved at him, laughing at the way the goat stayed cradled in Eskel's arms like a baby, but also silently admiring the man's strength and posture. "I love the goat," he added.

"Great, you're already one of my favourite family members." Eskel smiled.

"Okay, get that dirty baby out of the kitchen," Yennefer let out an annoyed huff and ushered them all out into the backyard. "I don't want her eating up all the apple pie again."

"Yeah, bring her back here, you fucking coward!" the red-haired man shouted at Eskel, clicking theatrically with the grilling pliers. "Asshole ate up all my bacon and broke half a dozen of my beer bottles," he complained while approaching Ciri and Cahir. "And this bastard still keeps defending her, can you believe?"

Ciri threw her head back in laughter and turned to Cahir with a theatrical whisper, "Final family member to introduce - uncle Lambert. He taught me all the cuss words I know," she added with a grin.

"And did a fucking good job while at it," Lambert laughed, shaking Cahir's hand firmly. "Alright, let's start eating, before the fucking omnivore wreaks even more havoc. C'mon, kids!"

Later that evening, with their bellies full of delicious food and eyes still prickling from tears of mirth, Ciri and Cahir snuck out to her room upstairs. They sat on her bed - or rather Cahir did, while Ciri plopped on her back with a resigned huff. 

"Okay, so this is my crazy family. You sure you still wanna marry me?" she asked with a cocky smile. She tried to play it cool, but a flicker of doubt was seen in her eyes.

Cahir cradled her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. "Of course, stupid. What you have is so different from what I had, being just me and my mom for the most of our lives... So this is totally new but so exciting. I can see your family loves you and they all have each other's backs. Even the uncles that have different views on the goat issue."

Ciri laughed and sat up. "So we're doing this?"

"We're definitely doing this. But I will have to think of a way to keep the goat out of our house. Don't tell Eskel."

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