#THE NOISE I MADE WHEN THIS SONG STARTED PLAYING WAS NOT HUMAN

[jpitha]

Vocal Mimicry and Ear Worms

Every time the drink machine finished, it played a little song.

It was pretty simple, less than 10 notes, but it was the same song, every time.

It wasn't even that it played the same song every time. It wasn't even that everyone on the ship - except the humans - got a drink from the machine.

The song was catchy.

Peg started it. She just found her self whistling the "drink finished" song one day. "beep beepita beep beep beep beepita beeeeeeep." She couldn't help it.

Then, Kelly picked it up. The song worked its way into her head too. She'd be working at her station and suddenly she'd be struck by an intense need to sing the song.

After about three cycles, every single human on the ship was singing it. Normally, this would be chalked up by the rest of the crew as "just another strange Human thing" but the problem was that it was the 'drink finished' song. Everyone onboard was conditioned to want to go get their drink when the song was done.

The humans could mimic is perfectly.

"beep beepita beep beep beep beepita beeeeeeep."

Captain Flowing River Rapid's feathers fluffed in irritation. Two people on the Command Deck got three quarters of the way out of their seats before they realized what they were doing and sat back down, sheepish. "Desmond! What have I said about mimicing the drink finished melody?"

Desmond ducked his head at the reproach. "Sorry Captain River, I couldn't help it. It's just so catchy."

Captain River clacked his beak. "It wouldn't be so bad if not for the fact that you can all mimic the sound so well."

Desmond turned and looked at the Captain. "What? We are? We're singing it, but it doesn't sound exactly like the drink machine."

The Captain pointed at Desmond accusingly. "Don't deny it! You're all singing the song at all times of the cycle! You know that everyone thinks a drink is ready when you do it. You sound exactly like the machine!"

One of the Sefigans who got partially up from their station nods quickly, their antenna bobbing. "Captain River is correct, Des. You all really sound a lot like the drink machine. How are you doing it?"

Desmond shrugged. "I mean, we heard the song, and it gets like, stuck in our heads. Singing it feels like one way to get it out. Plus, it's fun to sing Kel. Fun to make sounds."

Kel's wing covers clack. "Can you mimic other things?"

"I don't know Kel, I don't really think of myself as a mimic. There are others who can do it much better than me. Some humans made a whole career out of it."

"That sounds like a thing I human would do, yes. But what about your Des? Let's see...." Kel looks down at their station. "What about this?"

Kes runs a test for the collision alarm. It's a warbling rising and falling tone."

Des thinks for a second and sings - for him - a pretty close approximation.

Captain River gasps and leans back in his chair. "How do you do that?"

Desmond wails. "It wasn't even that good! I just heard the tones and repeated them."

Kelly entered the Command Deck just then. She was carrying a pad and her overalls looked stained. "Captain River, I've just come to report tha-"

"Kelly! Mimic the collision alarm"

"What? Um.." Kelly makes the same noise."

Now, everyone on the Command Desk gasps. Kelly is taken aback and looks at Desmond. "What's going on Des?"

Desmond sighs. "They say we're all mimics. It started with the drink machine."

"Oh that. I still can't get it out of my head! 'beep beepita beep beep beep beepita beeeeeeep.'"

Kes starts to rise from his seat again and catches himself, and sits back down swearing.

[jyoongim]

~Blood & BLISS~

Human!Alastor x wife!Reader

Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life! fluff, smut, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy,  blood, murder, secrets 

chapter two

Synopsis: Marrying New Orleans famous radio host had been a shocker to everyone. You, a southern belle from an esteemed family, had somehow managed to catch the attention of the mysterious bachelor. 

Your wedding was all in the papers and talk of the town, even though the ceremony was rather private.

You quickly settled in as the homemaker as Alastor brought home the dough and took care of you. 

It was a dream come true.

But Alastor was strange, even to you and you were his wife, but you brushed it off as him just being a man.  You had nothing to complain about. You lived in a nice big house, had the finest luxuries, and Alastor would dote on you. What wasn’t to love?

Well… all those things were nice, but you were starting to crave a family with your husband.

You knew of Alastor’s upbringing and had an inkling that children might not be an option…but Alastor wouldn’t deny you what you desired most would he? Of course not ma belle.

Alastor prided himself on how people often wondered about him. The renowned radio host, who the public rarely saw. He was a mystery to many. He frequented jazz lounges and often could be found drinking whiskey as he listened to the Mimzy gossip about the latest news.

He,  himself was shocked when he met you, the prettiest thing in the city. He had to have you. He knew you were the one.

Like the gentleman he was, he sent you flowers and love letters to begin courting you. He never tired of how shy you were around him. 

It wasn’t long before he asked your father for your hand and the two of you got hitched.

And what a wedding it was! he spared no expense to your disapproval.

Alastor was the epitome of what every husband inspired to be! 

Doting, providing, and attentive.

But he had a secret he kept from his little wife…

Can he maintain control over his domestic affairs and his sinister ones?

Soft jazz played in the background as you busied around the kitchen preparing dinner. The sizzling of the oil carried the scent of fried chicken as you chopped collards and added them to another pan to fry.

You hummed along to whatever song was playing as you cooked.

You took the chicken out of the grease, poured some of it in a can for later and used the rest to make cornbread. You stirred the collards a bit, adding pepper and a little salt before turning the stove off. You glanced at the clock; 6pm, Alastor should be coming home soon.

After putting everything in pretty dishes and wrapping it in foil you sighed tiredly as you finally got off your feet, plopping down on a couch.

You almost wanted to go back into the kitchen and clean up, but thought to just wait after dinner to do so. 

You perked as your radio made a noise, static as if the channel had changed, before the voice of your husband came through.

”Well folks that is all. I have for you tonight! I hope you enjoyed today’s broadcast and I will see you tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to be late for dinner nonono haha. Until next time!”

You smiled, feeling happy he wasn’t going to stay at the studio all night.

With that in mind, you quickly ran upstairs to freshen up, wanting to greet your husband without the smell of grease clinging to you.

“I’m home!” A voice called as the sound of the front door closing had you rushing downstairs.

Alastor was taking off his coat, when you greeted him “Oh let me take that” you smiled, grabbing his coat to put it away. He let out a relieved sigh as he removed his shoes and put them by the door. Once comfortable, his long arms were around your waist, pulling you into a kiss “And how was my beautiful wife today hmm?” He asked bringing a dainty hand to his lips. You giggled “Oh nothing worth mentioning. How was work today? I heard you signing off. I hate that I missed tonight’s broadcast” you mused, untying his bow tie. Alastor hummed “oh you know same ole same ole, through I will say I got a lot of fan mail today” he chuckled as you rolled your eyes. He took a whiff of the air and grinned “Hmm looks like I actually made it in time for dinner”

You both made your way to the kitchen and you immediately went to fix his plate, while he got glasses out of the cabinet and some red wine.

Alastor practically had drool coming out of his mouth as the smell of food wafted into his nose. You took a seat across from him and smiled. “My my my dear what a meal youve prepared tonight!” He commented as he took a bite out of the cornbread, moaning in delight.

It always filled your heart with happiness seeing Alastor eat your food. When you first got married, you didn’t have a clue on how to cook. It was rather embarrassing, but you had grown up with personal cooks.

But Alastor didn’t mind teaching you, and soon enough you were whipping up delicious meals that filled his stomach, rather than upset it.

Dinner was quiet as the two of you enjoyed each others company, Alastor making comments about the lastest gossip he had heard and you catching him on the neighborhood gossip. “Oh before I forget,  Mimzy wants to know if you wanted to swing by the lounge this weekend. Something about I keep you to myself too much” Alastor laughed, swiping at his mouth. You laughed, that sounded like Mimzy. Always hoping to get a chance at you singing on stage so she could make a few extra bucks. “Well tell ‘er not this weekend, I have plans to host a few of the ladies for book club. Rosie is sure to have some gossip I’ve missed.” 

Alastor quirked a brow “You sure dear? I fear Mimzy will chew me a new one if she don’t get to see ou” You mulled it over “Well book club usually don’t take that long and its during tea time so I guess I don’t mind gracing the lounge with my presence” you giggled, getting up and taking your empty dishes to the sink. Alastor followed you and quickly swatted your hands as you reached to turn the sink on. 

“Now now my dear, you spent all evening cooking the least I can do is wash the dishes. The chef shouldn’t cook and clean” he nudged you away from the sink as you pouted.

It never ceased to amazed you that Alastor took on household chores. Most husbands had their wives cook and clean, but not your Alastor.

He didn’t like you to tire out from maintaining the home all day.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek in thanks and told him you’ll be upstairs getting ready for bed.

You had just finished rolling your hair when Alastor came up to your bedroom. You sighed as you sunk into the cool cotton sheets, finally relaxing for the day. You didn’t realized you had quickly fell asleep until feeling Alastor slide into bed beside you, arm pulling you to tuck you into his side and rest your head on his chest.

You happily cuddled into him, breathing in his scent as the sound of his heartbeat lulled you back to sleep.

A yawn passed your lips as began to fall asleep

”Goodnight” 

”Sleep tight dear”

”Don’t let the bedbugs bite”

”haha see you in the morning light love” he whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead as you sighed, chest heaving in deep breaths.

Alastor smiled at your sleeping face; how lucky was he to have a sweet wife who worked so hard while he was gone. His eyes grew heavy as he listened to your soft snores.

What bliss. He wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world.

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NOTE: aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh why and how did my mind conjure this when I have other things to write eeeeeeehhhh!!!!!!!

Anyway….this is gonna be ANOTHER short story hehehe. Since I wrote it on a whim it might take some time for me to post the next part but I hope y’all enjoy it nevertheless!

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[yurozo]

slow dancing in a burning room (leon kennedy one-shot)

synopsis: leon's new to this, new to relationships, new to expecting someone at home waiting for him. after a mission, he's determined to have a moment of peace with you. (general audiences)

a/n: this is purely self-indulgent. i just want to wrap leon in a big blanket and give him a smooch on the head.

in retrospect, a normal life for him was always out of the question. the moment he decided to drown in his own sorrows the night before the incident, as he's so aptly named it, that was it. there was no more backing out for him-- forced to live and relive the same routine over and over until his heart rattled in his chest. every moment in the firefight blurs at the edges, stretched and stringed together in a half-hearted attempt at putting himself back together again, but repairing things was never his forte. not his modus operandi, as it were.

in this war, there's no better way to reconcile than a couple quick swigs until his throat burned.

all this considered, it made the fact that it only took you two years to make leon back into a mostly functioning human being all the more impressive. you had come into his life like a tidal wave—  sweeping him up in your storm and laying him gently on the shore, fixed-up and patched together.

again, mostly.

after three days of trucking through another monster-infested city, leon stepped into the threshold of your shared home with what felt like a death rattle in his chest. he showered after the helicopter ride, had all of his mission gear tucked away at dso headquarters, and for all intents and purposes should feel normal again. but it's only after seeing you, sipping on a glass of water in the dim light of the kitchen that makes the ache in his heart finally quell.

a slow thump this time, rather than a crackling, wet noise.

"can't sleep?" leon chooses to break the silence first, leaning his hip against the opposite counter. you jolt a little, leon always had the quietest walk known to man, but shake your head in response anyway. of course, leaving the not until you're home again left unsaid. he knew you worried. you knew that he knew you worried. it was written in your blood, just as protecting was in his.

"everything went okay?" you ask, turning around to appraise him. that was your routine every time he came home, inspect leon like a bug under a microscope and ever so carefully stitch the parts back on. he looks clean, and save for a few noticeable scraped and overgrown stubble, he's in considerably better shape than he normally is.

he hums affirmatively in response. "better than most."

"we should sleep." you try and tug him towards the bedroom but he quickly stops you, instead wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his head into the crook of your neck.

"stay," he mumbles against your skin, lips just barely grazing it in a barely-there kiss. "just for a bit."

a soft sigh leaves you, chest heaving against his. in lieu of an answer, you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers curling in the hair long overdue for a trim.

it's then that leon has an, admittedly, stupid idea. one that sowed when he was forced to watch some terrible romance movie with you, and only blossomed the longer that he was away. his arm moves awkwardly between you until his fingers fumble for the phone in his back pocket, holding it between you as he scrolls for something with a sly grin only reserved for you.

a song you don't recognize starts playing, and leon places the phone on the kitchen counter with a questioning glance in your direction.

you respond in turn with a raised brow. "i didn't know you danced."

"i don't," he chuckles, pointedly not saying that he might only be willing to do it for you. in truth, he's willing to indulge in a very long list of stupid things to make you happy.

he hesitates for a moment before the tips of his fingers gently graze your hips, tugging you forwards. in a somewhat reluctant, but no less sincere way, he continues, "but i've been known to make exceptions."

you step forward at his insistence, letting leon tug you by the hip. a soft smile can't be helped at the knock of his temple against yours. "you're not going to step on my toes, are you?"

"don't get too excited," he grumbles, hands already clutching at your waist while trying to still keep a respectable distance from your body. he's tired enough as it is, and he's not trying to start something later than he can't finish, as tempting as it may be. with his guidance you both start swaying to the melody, a somewhat awkward attempt to emulate every romantic cliche. "i'm probably going to be terrible."

he is. not that you would say that to his face.

leon's stiff, uncoordinated in a way that could not be more dissimilar to graceful way he moves in combat. you've seen him fight plenty of times, seen how every attack and dodge feels like a choreographed routine, and this could not be more different than that leon. his steps are jerky, his hands keep shifting awkwardly against the flat expanse of your back, and he can't seem to hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds in lieu of making sure his feet are moving correctly.

it's endearing, in an adorable, hopelessly shy sort of way. so completely out of his element, and he knows it.

the longer the dance goes on, the more apparent it becomes just how aware leon is of himself. despite your best efforts at trying to guide him along the kitchen floor, leon almost seems to be self-sabotaging. every time you make a move to ease the tension in his shoulders with a gentle push on his chest or a soft caress with your thumb, his feet stumble into yours.

"relax," you tell him, only succeeds in giving him the inexplicable urge to throw himself out the nearest window.

"i am relaxed," he lies through his teeth.

"stop thinking, then." you try again, squeezing his shoulder comfortingly.

"i can't."

you've known leon too long to miss what that means. almost every time he gets back from a mission, it's like getting the empty husk of your boyfriend haunting the corridors until he can get himself back to routine. at its worst, it takes a few meals and gentle caresses for him to even look at you in the eyes. like a dog with its ears flat and a ripped up shoe in its mouth.

"as romantic as this is," you smile, trailing your hand up his neck until it lands at home on his cheek. the gesture is sweet, truly. but leon already looks like he's falling apart, and this time it's time for you to protect. "maybe we really should get some sleep."

the song comes to an end then, the last final notes trickling through the air before surrendering to a complete, all-encompassing silence. leon only gives you a slow nod, before following your figure to the bedroom. easy, quiet as a lamb.

finally, there's no more burning. all that's left is the quiet.

[generalllimaginesss]

"If the entire human population was in front of me, I'd still choose you” with Jack.

I can only imagine what it would be like to have fans attack you if you were publicly dating him. I feel like Jack is so conscious of this. And he’s just soft boyfriend Jack trying to block out the unnecessary noise.

Maybe they just went public and she’s getting a lot of hate and it’s making her insecure. And Jack reminds her that it’s just them against the world and the only people whose opinions matter are their family and friends who love her.

Warnings: self depreciation, insecurities, self image issues, etc. Please don't read if you're not in a good headspace!!!

This is probably my favorite thing that I’ve written. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

plus size! reader x Jack Hughes

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You knew that dating somebody in the limelight would have its challenges. Hell, dating an average person was hard. But nothing could have prepared you for the magnitude of hate that hit as soon as Jack went public with your relationship.

It wasn't like the relationship was new. The two of you had been dating for almost a year before he decided to post you on his Instagram. You let Jack set the pace since he was used to the attention. He could let things go in one ear and out the other a lot easier than you could. He was almost conditioned to be able to do that. You, on the other hand, took everything very personally. Every comment about your weight, about what you wore, about how Jack looked miserable with you, they all hit you like a ton of bricks.

You didn't understand why all of these people were coming at you saying so many horrible things, but Jack tried his best to ease your mind and remind you that at the end of the day it was you and him.

He did a really good job at this normally, but he was away on a roadie for a few days and things began to get really bad. This started when you saw a fan account for Jack post something about how Jack downgraded from Sienna to you and all of the comments agreeing.

It was like a rabbit hole...once you clicked on that post it led you to many others. They all made you feel like shit, but when people started commenting on your body, saying that they "didn't know Jack dated plus size girls," it hurt. Your body was yours. It wasn't like you could just zip it off and find a new one, but if you could you would, just to shut the comments up.

You spent the 3 days Jack was gone in a really dark depression. No laundry was done, you hadn't showered, and you barely could make yourself get out of bed to brush your teeth. Dishes piled in the sink, but you couldn't make yourself do them. You knew the signs of your depression, but you welcomed them in a way, almost like a coping mechanism. Not allowing people to see you was the only way the haters couldn't get new material. Was it a healthy way to cope? Obviously not, but it was what worked in the moment.

As soon as Jack walked through the front door, returning from the games, he could tell something wasn't right. You always kept up with the chores when he was away, normally making the house spotless before he got back. So when he saw the state of the kitchen and eventually the rest of the house, he knew something was off.

When he walked into the bedroom and saw that you were pretty much in the same spot he left you in he immediately dropped his bags and climbed into the bed with you, forcing you to look at him.

He gently shifted your body to face him, cupping your cheek gently with his hand.

"Baby, what happened," He made note of the streaks that stained your face, probably from countless hours of crying. He wanted to make them disappear immediately. You were his happy-go-lucky, carefree girl. You danced around the house all the time, singing whatever song was playing. This side of you was uncharted territory that he wanted to take away so bad.

"I just need you to hold me," You began to hyperventilate, worried that if he didn't hold you that he would leave you. Even though that would never in a million years cross his mind. But he did as you asked, and whether it was for 5 minutes or 30 minutes, he didn't know. He held you until you pulled away.

"Can we talk about it?" Jack asked, pulling the hair that crusted on your cheek from the tears out of your face. He treated you like you were fragile, and you hated that he felt that way.

"It's just the comments, Jack. I'm already insecure sometimes and these people come at me in so many horrible ways," You began to explain, loose tears streaming down your face, but you were composed otherwise.

"They compare me to Sienna, and God, I know I'm not as pretty as her. They tell me I'm fat and that they didn't know you dated "fat" girls. It's just insane. Do they not realize that I actually am a real person with real emotions? Do they know that I've believed, at some point in time, the things they are saying? I've worked so hard to get to this place where I'm at, to love who I am, and within the span of 3 days they just tear it all down," You let the words just flow from your mouth, whatever thought that comes to mind is voiced to Jack.

"Baby, they don't care. They don't care because they're jealous," He tries to soothe you, but it almost made you mad. Not at Jack, but at the whole situation.

"What the fuck are they jealous of? My thighs that I cover with leggings and pants so that I won't have to go through the pain of them chafing? Are they jealous of the fucking stretch marks that go up my stomach, so I refuse to wear regular bikini bottoms? I mean what the fuck, do they want my anxiety and depression? I will gladly give them that..." The tears were beginning to pick up, but Jack continued to rub your back, waiting to get the chance to speak again.

"I know you could have any girl you wanted. It makes me sick when I see some blonde walk past that looks like she stepped out of a magazine because I know that's what you deserve. You don't deserve this. You're Jack fucking Hughes," You looked at him, your lip quivering. You were going to say something else, but Jack put his finger on your lips, gently stopping you from continuing.

"You gotta stop that. I can't let you keep putting yourself down like this, not when I love you with my whole fucking heart," He began.

"First off, I had that. I had whatever you consider a girl walking out of a magazine is. Look how that turned out. It didn't, did it? You don't look like Sienna, and I'm so fucking glad because I don't want her kind of beautiful. I want your kind. I want to see all of the things on your body that show me that you lived. I don't want some manufactured cookie-cutter girlfriend. I want somebody that nobody else has," He pulled you in for a hug, continuing to talk while placing kisses ever so gently on your cheek and neck, looking out the window at the busyness that was the outside world. All he could think about was how you didn't see what he saw. Why couldn't you see it?

"Baby, I want you to realize something. If the entire human population was in front of me, I'd still choose you. Without a second thought, with no regrets. Every. Single. Time. You have such a special relationship with my brothers and that means the absolute world to me. They love you so much. My parents tell me I should marry you anytime that you come up in the conversation. The entire team has commented on how much happier I am with you. And if I'm being completely honest, at the end of the day I don't give a damn what anybody else has to say because it's me and you until the end. Do you understand me?" He broke the hug, cupping your face with both hands and wiping at the tears with his thumbs.

"I love you," You whisper, your voice long gone by now.

Jack pulls your forehead toward his lips, kissing it for a few seconds before letting your head go.

"I love you, too. More than you, or anybody else, will ever know. Now, I think we could go for some cleaning karaoke, yeah? I'll wash the dishes if you'll dry them," He poked at your side, trying, and succeeding, in forcing a grin on your face.

"Only if we can get a shower together afterwards," You bargained, taking in the beautiful boy.

"Deal," He says and drags you off to the kitchen, connecting his phone the the speaker and blaring Dierks Bentley's new song "Beer at My Funeral," occasionally twirling you in a circle.

The water may or may not have gotten everywhere since Jack decided it was a good idea to spray you with the hose that connected to the sink, but he enjoyed every second that he got chased by you around the island.

Once the dishes were put up and the shower washed away the remaining bit of your depression, Jack couldn't help but to just admire you. He promised himself then that he would remind you so often of how beautiful you were so that would be the only words ringing through your head, taking up any space that the hate may have. Because it was true. You were the most beautiful and precious thing that had ever walked into his life, and he'd be damned if anyone made you feel otherwise.

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[thefandomdirtymind]

Opla!sanji and a siren/mermaid???

A/N IMPORTANT:  Hi anon ! Thank you for your request, as a big fan or mermaid/siren I was so thrill by the idea ! I had tried many things here and I hope you will like it !

The Mermaid Dream

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji series : SFW Shiny Offering - NSFW The Small Favor

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.  

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The notorious floating restaurant The Baratie was, like every other night, completely full. At every table of the large dining room were sat the most famous and wanted Pirates. Adding to the hubbub of their conversation and squeaking of their utensils against their plates, the waiters, in a urge to offer the perfect service and then earn their tips, looked like a swarm of bees dancing around elegant honeycombs. 

The kitchen wasn't any more quiet. In every corner or the overheated room, the crew of cooks was running to prepare the many dishes ordered. Only stopping a millisecond to put the plates under the warming light and watch with nervous eyes if Zeff, the renowned chef and owner of the place, was preparing himself to punish somebody, hoping there wasn’t them.

Even the opened mouth of this unusual boat establishment, occupied by a respectable bar, was crowded and noisy. 

Nervously standing behind the luxurious burgundy velvet curtain, your palm sweaty, you briefly closed your eyes, trying to hear the sound of the wave crashing against the ship hull. It wasn't the first time you were performing for the Baratie. But, you knew that each time was risky. The mermaid folks weren’t still welcome everywhere, most of the population were scared of being bewitched by your voices and the others had used your people to commit crimes and atrocities.

It was why you always wore a long gown covering your temporary legs and politely declined any trace of liquid they would offer you. It only takes a drop of water or a stubborn scale and your life would be in immediate danger. Of course Zeff was aware of what you are and would never let nothing happen to you. But, you couldn’t only count on him to protect you, you had to be cautious.

“ Miss Y/N it’s time, everythings is okay ?“ A polite waiter asked you, the golden cord in his hand,ready to unveil you to the loaded room. Nodding of your head, opening your eyes, you let the noise of the water calm your last knocked nerve before lifting your head to face your public.

The first note of your song, played by the musicians behind you, starts to fill the now quiet hall. It was mostly for you a faceless audience, only a few were really counting : like his. 

Still dressed in his cook uniform, his back against the wall, arm crossed against his chest, Sanji was smiling, waiting for you to operate your tour de force. As you know, the blond sous chef had, so far, never missed one of your performances, even if it had meant being punished by his mentor.

Signing your song, your voice flowing like the water of a peaceful river to finish in a waterfall. You open your eyes under a thunder of applause. Still in his corner, Sanji was clapping his hand with fervor, his face radiant of joy like if he had just discovered a new method of cooking. 

Later that night, as you emerged yourself in the oversize bathtub of your personal dressing room, your fins resting on the copper border and the last scales on your breast taking his place. You smiled. You knew that you shouldn’t think of him, loving a human when you couldn’t keep a pair of legs longer than a few hours was ridiculous. However, you couldn’t stop yourself. Aside from Zeff, he was the only one knowing your secret and never made you feel uncomfortable about it.

Three knocks at the door extracted you from your thoughts followed by the sound of the key in the keyhole. You aren’t kept captive in the Baratie, but for your safety, Zeff had a long time ago asked you to lock the door, preventing anyone to simply walk on you as you were unable to freely move, stuck like a fish in a tank. Usually, your only visitor at these hours was the old chef coming to thank you for the show and often tell you stories about his time of piracy. 

But, it was Sanji who entered the room, this time dressed in a navy suit, a tray in his hand. 

“ Good evening Madam, I thought you should be famished after such an enchanting show “

“ I’m not really a Madam you know Sanji “ You smiled, amused even if the fact that you truly aren’t a human woman stung your heart a little.” I’m indeed hungry, thank you”  

“ Nonsense. You are more a lady than many that I had served in this crappy restaurant “ He replied, approaching the coffee table of the bath to put your plate and silverwares as he pulled himself a chair '' Salmon with his creamy lemon sauce, I prepared it myself with caution. “ 

“ It smells fantastique “ You smiled, lifting your upper body enough to be able to eat. “ Hmm, that's delicious, I truly had nothing like this in the whole sea” 

Here again, that proud smile was plastered on his face, making you regret your own nature as he looked at you eating his own kind of tour de force. The vicious cramps traveling your fins,was another. Trying to keep your expression blank, you couldn’t sadly stop the moan of pain you let escape after a particular strong one. 

“ What happened Miss Y/N, something wrong ?!” A concerned Sanji asked, his hand cripping the side of the tube, ready to take action and extract you of the water if needed. 

“ It's nothing, the side effect of being too long on two legs instead of…fins.” You confessed, embarrassment coloring your cheeks. “ It takes me a lot of energy and control to keep the form of my legs, i’m just exhausted, it will be over  when I will leave after the closing of the restaurant” You reassured him, touched by his worried tone. 

“ I see, then why are you pushing yourself to do those shows if it’s hurt you afterward ? Does Zeff know ? “ 

Eating your dinner, you slowly nod of the head, remembering the first time the old man discovered you crying of pain in the tube. He had at first, like Sanji, been worried,but, hearring you out he had finally accepted the fact that he couldn’t make you change your mind.  

“ It’s worth it. For the moment I can’t, people aren’t ready yet, but one day, I want to sit on this stage in this form. I want people to know that they don’t have to be afraid of us. We can sing without bewitching them, we don’t chase them if they fall in the water. when we shed tears, it’s from pain, not to make a profit of their medicinal effect. That’s my dream, that one day I will be able to show people that we are good, not monsters. “

“ It’s an admirable dream “ Sanji smiled, a tenderness in his eyes.” If somebody is capable of such a thing it’s you.  After all you didn’t have to talk or sing, I had been spellbound the minute I saw you and I'm sure that the audience could say the same. “

Looking at his sincere face, you felt the warm sensation of hope blooming in your scaly chest. 

“ I would never use my magic on you, you know Sanji aren’t you ? “ You replied, wishing you had not misunderstood his words. 

“ I know, Madam. The things I feel every time I'm near you aren't an illusion, no lies could be that strong…” 

Your heart racing like if you were hunted by a shark, you gently placed your hand on his, tangling them affectionately. 

“ Sanji, would you walk me to the deck tonight…” You demanded. The walk, situated at the tail of the building, wasn’t very long, but it would let you spend a lot of time in his company before having to go back in the water. 

“As you wish Y/N “ He promised, watching your tangled hand. “ I should go, the restaurant will close soon and the old man will probably look out for me.”

“ See you later, I will wait for you outside, near your usual smoking place” You confirm, gripping the side of the tub in excitement. 

“ I will be there, see you later “ He replied before going out, leaving you alone to realize what just happened.

--

The half moon was high when Sanji got out of the closed Baratie.Without realizing it, he had replayed in his head every of your smile and phrases during your conversation, still amazed that you returned his affection.  But as he arrived at the meeting spot, his heart missed a beat. 

A hand against your mouth, flanked by two customers previously kicked out, you were fighting for your life, your fragile leg giving up under you as you tried to get yourself free.

“ Let her go now” He ordered, rage filling his veins. How could they dare touch your perfection and try to steal you from him.

“ Mate, go back inside mind your own business !” One of the pirates replied, trying to move you.  

“ I say, let her go. “ Sanji repeated, taking his fighting stance. The men were larger and heavier than him, but with his training and under your terrified gaze, he couldn’t lose. 

It didn’t take long to put them down. Sadly, you join them when your knees buckle due to the loss of energy. 

“ Y/N are you okay ? “ The blond jumped, catching you.

“ Yes I…need the water...I…I’m sorry” You said, tears filling your eyes. “ They said somebody saw me coming out of the water, they were waiting for me, Sanji…I can’t sing here anymore…” 

“ I will inform the old man, he will find the person and you will be able to sing here as long as you want.” He promised, caressing the side of your face. “ Let me put you in the water, your skin is cold and you shake of exhaustion  “ 

“ No wait I wanted...I wanted to…never mind” You said, avoiding his gaze as your legs disappeared. 

“ What ? Tell me  “ He insisted. 

“ I wanted to kiss you…during the time I have legs…like a normal girl but…they're gone…I’m sorry it’s stupid.”  You sigh, embarrassed. 

“ A normal girl…Madam, don’t lower yourself to that, you’re fantastic as you are and I would never want anything else. Now if you let me “ He reassured you, lifting you in his arms in a bridal style before gently putting his lips against yours.  

Kissing him was like breathing underwater :soft,warm and perfect. As he gently retreated his mouth, you could still see that something was in this thought. 

“ You can sing here as much as you want but…I think I have a proposition for you. Yesterday a guy offered me a place in his crew, the Old man pushed me to go for it…find the All blue.  Please, come with me…You could show people like you wanted that you not what they thought, I will protect you and these crew seem really good” 

The offer takes you by surprise, you never could imagine The Baratie without him. In fact, you couldn’t imagine yourself singing there anymore if he wasn’t even there to watch you perform, nor could you think of your life without him in it. 

“ Okay, if they accept me I will follow you” 

—

The straw hat crew didn’t just accept you, you became a member of the group. 

Swimming  along the boat, signaling at Sanji to be ready,you take some speed and jump grabbing the dangling rope, letting you perform Luffy's favorite number : The flying mermaid.

Helped by your previous momentum, you rise above the lower deck and fall in the arm of Sanji, always waiting to catch his precious mermaid.

[mayasaurusss]

pls pls pls more warewolf lottie i beg🙏

Slice of life: werewolf Lottie headcanons

Warnings: fluff, crack fic treated seriously, one sexy hint, not very long and not proofread (did this pretty quickly) and probably bad grammar sometimes.

At first, she hides from you, too preoccupied with looking like a monster, but as time passes and you show her compassion and understanding, she starts to open up to you more.

Lottie gets angry whenever you try to hang out with her during full moon, but she makes it up to you by taking you out as soon as she can.

Not all the times that there's a full moon Lottie becomes a werewolf: the transformation seems to occur only when she's in immense distress and under the influence of the moon. Most times she remains her normal self but she becomes grumpy. God forbid if the full moon coincides with her period...

One night, as you were hanging out togheter in the forest -one of the last few places Lottie feels comfortable in- you spot a beautiful purple flower growing on the side of the path. Lottie grews interested as soon as you point her to it. When you get closer and Lottie reaches to the flower, a red hue starts to spread on her fingertips. From then on, Lottie was always very careful around wolfsbane.

Music bothers her now: something that she loved very dearly once has become annoying. If you hum a song it's fine but the problems come around whenever you play loud music, or, even worse, when your noisy neighbors party through the night.

Once, Lottie and you were having a sleepover. The neighbors had decided to loudly interrupt your dreams with their awful music, waking both you and Lottie up. It lasted for 20 minutes before Lottie furiously stomped down the hallway. After 2 minutes, you heard the music and voices stop. Lottie walked back in your appartment with their smashed stereo in her hands.

Music does bother her, but loud noises don't stop her from trying to howl with the dogs at night. Whenever she's in her wolf form, be it at her house, yours or at the forest, if she hears dogs howl, she'll join them. She wouldn't dare to tell you, but she feels the need to howl even when she hears them in her human form. But she wouldn't ever do something like that, her pride is too precious to her. If you ever saw her do something like that, you would be a tease, and she knows it.

Lottie is smart, and she knows for a fact that she can use her newfound wolf form to get away with all she wants. Killed a rabbit? It's not her fault, she's not in control! Ate one too much leftovers? It's not her fault, she's just too hungry! Made a 'nest' with your clothes and now they're covered in fur? She was just so cold, and your clothes are so comfy!

Lottie has a hard time coming to college now. It's not that the sun hurts her in any way, she just feels too uncomfortable to be walking down the hallways. It almost feels like she doesn't belong here anymore. So, she continues to follow the lessons, but she's not as present on campus as she was once. She mostly hangs out at night, gazing at the moon. Sometimes sadness overcames her when she remebers that she won't be able to look at the full moon in her human form, ever again.

When she does feel like begin alone though, she volountarily steps out in the night and allows her emotions to take hold of her, to make her a monster once again. She will run to the forest and gaze at the moon in it's full form with longing.

Lottie has never been too fond of chocolate, but she does enjoy it from time to time. One night, as she was eating some chocolate, there was a full moon. As it reached it's peak, Lottie started to feel very, very uncomfortable. Her stomach gurgled and before she could understand what was happening, she threw up all she had eaten. As she came to know in the hours after, dogs really shouldn't eat chocolate...

As the years go by, Lottie's werewolf form gets slightly skinnier and the fur looses it's colours; but remains fulffier as ever.

The pull of the hunt beckons her, so sometimes, you won't find Lottie in the bed with you. She will disappears fror days and return at night, her mouth caked with blood.

She grew more calm as time went on. Now, during full moon, the symptoms of lycantropy have lessened, thankfully; but has gained an almost scary libido...

She will spend hours researching ancient lycantropy studies to better understand how it works and if there's somebody like her somewhere.

Her favorite activities are gazing at the nightsky and watching horror movies with you, which, are usually about werewolves. She has remained a tease, and often insists on watching those kinds of movies; almost as if she wants to see how you'd react near her. Whenever the werewolf kills somebody though, her eyes would get watery and she'd take and kiss your hand, whispering "You know I'd never do that... right?".

Something you have noticed ever since the first transformation, is that Lottie's body has become stronger. There's almost not one trace of fat in her muscles, despite the amout of meat she'd eat during full moons.

When you see her laying on your shared bed, reading with those -nerdy- glasses of her on, you almost want to jump her right there, but foreplay is important.

Life with Lottie ever since the change has been interesting to say the least.

You smile contentendly as you lie in the arms of your lover, with the moon's rays glowing dimly on you.

[viridwns]

Can I get a fic about kidnapped reader and yandere Chrollo on a road trip of some kind and she’s like “let me get the aux” because let’s face it Chrollo’s taste in music is not gonna be road trip friendly and she’s just like jamming out to like Sexxy Red and Doja Cat and Flo Rida? Like I feel like that’s the complete opposite type of music he would listen to and she’s over there having a whole concert

Yan!Chrollo lucilfer x reader

Warning(s): mild cussing, forced relationship, unhealthy relationship, one sentence is about implied dubcon

A/N: Quick drabble to try and get out of my writing slump. Too lazy to check for errors, sorry pookies.

WC: I honestly dk, I wrote this on my mobile😭

Antithetical

You loathed car rides with Chrollo. His 'work' forced him to travel a lot, meaning road trips that would usually exceed six hours with no rest stops or pee breaks to avoid being spotted by the wrong people.

Only if you were bursting—on the verge of kidney poisoning—would Chrollo force you to do your business in some random bushes alongside the road.

The close proximity of the metal box had you pushing yourself as far as you could against the door—enjoying the cool steel against your boiling skin.

It was well into summer, and even though you only wore a loose T-shirt from Chrollo and way too large gym shorts, your body didn't seem to regulate the heat.

Chrollo, the non-human that he is, didn't seem bothered by the blazing sun in the slightest. Wearing a white shirt neatly tucked into black, wide-legged trousers secured by a just as dark belt.

You could not spot one drop of sweat on his sickly pale skin.

The AC of the car was blasting in your face, helping a great deal to chase away the uncomfortable warmth. The noise it made was loud, but still not loud enough to overpower the radio.

Chrollo was a control freak through in through. You were used to it by now, but you hadn't expected it to extend all the way to what music was playing in the car.

Car rides with Chrollo were already unbearable. He was a macho driver, thinking you would fall head over heels if he parked with one hand, but even though he tried to look tough, he drove like a grandma—he didn't want any attention, getting pulled over or driving too noticeable could mess up his plans. He also had the need to have one hand rest on your thigh for the whole entirety of the ride, be it five minutes or fifteen hours. He loved prodding at your mind in these long hours; asking you deep and personal questions that would have you reeling by the end of the drive.

But the one thing that icked you the most was his taste in music.

These rides could be long—this one a nice thirteen hours from the last place he kept you—and sleeping could only cover half, if not less. You needed a distraction from the man next to you and his tongue; blasting some good tunes for example.

Für Elise wasn't one of those tunes.

Chrollo had a thing for classical music; befitting his dark academia style as he also loved to read older literature and collect antiques.

And you didn't mind it most of the time—you had to admit that some songs were enjoyable to listen to.

But not for thirteen hours on end.

With one-fourth of the journey done, no desire to sleep, and Chrollo humming along to his playlist, you finally had enough.

"Chrollo, can I have the aux?" You asked, head slightly turning to look at the raven haired man while still holding your place in front of the AC.

You had asked Chrollo this question multiple times, but he always found a way to go around it.

Chrollo squeezed your thigh, making you press yourself further against the door.

His eyes remained focused on the road, but his grin was a tell-tale sign that this was going to be a mind war again.

"And why do you want that?" He replied, turning the radio down a tat to hear you better.

You sighed.

"Because we've been listening to your music since the beginning of the trip." You sat up straight when Chrollo started nodding along with your words.

"Okay, but this music is relaxing. It doesn't distract me from the traffic around me. You don't want us to end up in an accident, no?" He said, sparing you a quick glance.

You pursed your lips.

It was hard to pinpoint where he used manipulation tactics exactly in your conversations.

You were able to pick it up rather quickly now, though.

You turned to him, lips in a thin line.

"Chrollo, this is torturing my ears." You pointed at the radio to emphasize your meaning.

He laughed.

"Don't be dramatic."

"Says you."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused"

You gave him a sharp glare as he lightly rolled his eyes.

You had to give him a challenge of sorts. You knew he liked the thrill of those—the need to prove that he is capable of overcoming anything in his way.

"You're so dramatic about other people's music tastes. You hate listening to anything other than your own playlist. You don't even know other music genres," you started, crossing your arms over your chest and slumping in the passenger's seat.

As you were about to speak again, Chrollo interjected.

"Rock, Indie, metal, pop, electronic, blues, jazz—should I continue?"

He smiled as he faced you for a second before looking at the road again.

"Nice try, love, but implying that I don't know something is a dead give away of your schemes." Chrollo mused, patting your thigh.

He was mocking you, he saw right through your plan. You were stupid to think you could outwit him.

One day though.

One day you will.

You grumbled before slumping back in your seat, craning your neck to meet the frigid wind of the airconditioner.

The car was silent now except for the violins harmonizing on the radio. You were mere seconds away from taking the wheel and crashing the vehicle just for a few seconds of peace.

Chrollo sighed. You perked up at this. He wasn't too keen on already having you on edge this early in the trip. Every time that happened, you two would fight every day because you were petty like that.

He hands you his phone. You slowly take it with a quirked brow as your straighten your back.

"Fine, go ahead then."

You peer at him, suspicion running high.

"This isn't a trick?"

"No."

"I'm not getting in trouble if I change the music?"

"No."

"I don't have to give you a blow job while you're driving if I do this?"

"If you insist—"

You push the phone his way. Chrollo laughs before throwing you a wink. He nudges the device back with his shoulder.

"There are no catches here. I swear. Play your music."

You throw him uncertain glances as you open the music app; one of the only apps it had. He had bought this phone with you in mind. Shalnark modified it, so only Chrollo's number was on it, and no other numbers could be dialed. It also contained a few games. Like uno, you played that online with a few of the other phantom members. It kept you sane when you were locked in and alone for days on end.

You scrolled through your playlists, Chrollo only had one, and that was the 'liked songs' album.

The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you clicked your 'God better not see this one' list.

You could only feel a little victorious as you watched Chrollo's face sour when boss bitch by Doja Cat blasts from the radio.

You scream the lyrics in his face as you start moving your arms with the rhythm of the music.

It felt so good to just jam out to your songs for once. You ignored the pointed look of Chrollo when the next number that came on was CPR by CupcakKe.

A twinge of happiness tugged at your heart as you realized Chrollo would suffer a hundred times more in these few hours than you did and probably will do in all the carrides that have and will happen.

At least that was what you thought, but as you were about to bellow 'I save dick by giving it CPR' in your kidnapper's ear, he was looking at you with this love sick expression.

Eyes twinkly, stupidly handsome smile on his face and a total lack of concentration of his surroundings.

You felt your stomach lurch, and without a second thought, you put on the four seasons by vivaldi; almost breaking the screen in process.

You dropped the phone on your lap and crossed your arms. Your good mood only lasted three seconds before Chrollo decided to throw acid over it.

He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before returning his eyes to the road.

You felt stupid for buying his lies once again.

"You planned that, didn't you." It was more a statement than a question that came out of your mouth as you pushed your back against the cardoor.

Chrollo hummed as his hand found your thigh again, continuing his finger tapping along with the music.

You huff.

That was all you could do in response to him.

One thing was for certain: you would never play your music again, even if Chrollo begged you to.

[tam-shade-song]

Things in KOTLC universe that are canon, actually, I'm Shanon's keyboard

Keefe is not a natural blond. He started dying his hair in his second year.

When Fitz and Keefe were in their second year, a rumor arose that Biana was the result of an affair, and because Lord Cassius was starting to get associated with the Vackers through their son's friendship, he didn't want any rumors to spark about his own son. To make Keefe look more like him, Cassius had Keefe start dying his hair.

Sophie was named at birth Sophia, but since no one ever calls her that she accidentally gave Alden the name Sophie when her legal papers were being made. Now she's just gaslighting the entire lost cities into believing her name's Sophie and the only one who knows is Dex, Biana, and Tam.

Tam has a lisp. Keefe used to tease him about it until Tam shoved him down a flight of stairs.

Rayni has killed three people. The first time she used her ability, and for a while, she hoped that the black swan member survived, but later she learned through Tam he died. The second time she set someone on fire like how you can use a magnifying glass to start fires with light. The third time she stabbed a girl around her own age in the chest. Rayni held her hand as she bled out.

Rayni is the tallest out of the Solroof kids. She's five-seven, Wylie is five-six, Linh is five-two and Tam is five feet even.

During the time that Dex wasn't involved much, like around flashback, he hit a massive growth spurt and is almost as tall as Fitz, but because of his bad posture, he looks shorter.

Dex also didn't get a haircut for a while, so for a short period of time, he had a mullet off-screen.

Tam is trans ftm. He managed to keep it a secret from Tiergan and Wylie for a while, but when Tiergan had to enroll him in Foxfire he found out. By then, he had already come out to Rayni.

Tam and Linh didn't actually dye their hair with metal. They would occasionally sneak into the lost cities and shoplift out hair dye.

Tam and Linh talk to each other in Vietnamese when they want to have private conversations.

If we're going off the normal high school languages, (Spanish, German, French, and Mandarin) I think Sophie would choose German. If her school had extra, (I have a friend whose school offered Japanese, Arabic, ASL, and maybe some more, but she goes to a private school) I think Sophie would be on the fence between Arabic and ASL, before ultimately choosing Arabic. She read Frankenstein and saw Clerval's love for Arabic poetry and wanted to understand it herself, but at the same time, because she was always surrounded by noise, she liked the quiet. She picked Arabic because it would be more useful.

Upon manifesting as a Polyglot, Sophie really wanted to learn ASL but found out her ability wouldn't instantly make her fluent bc it wasn't something she heard.

Rayni talks to herself in Hindi

Wylie does actually know ASL, and Sophie was absolutely delighted. She made him teach her a bunch of words.

The Diznees speak to each other in English all the time, partly for privacy and partly to annoy their snotty customers.

Tam's dead name is Tien.

Tam and Linh both took piano lessons. Linh liked learning the music, but Tam preferred to either make stuff up or sound out his favorite songs. Later, Tam learned to play guitar, and he mostly played bass.

Rayni can play piano, violin, and cello. She wanted to be a musician and introduce more human-style music to the lost cities.

Rayni never graduated, but Tiergan tried to get her to return to Foxfire so she could enter the nobility.

[sanjoongie]

Ghostly Touches

👻Pairing: reader (f) x Song Mingi 👻Au: ghost au, supernatural au 👻Word Count: 949 👻Rating: +18 MDNI, smut 👻Warnings: dubcon, somnophilia, oral (m), fingering (m), cumshot 👻Summary: you're a ghost obsessed with mingi's morning wood and decide to act on it 😏 👻Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland unholy trinity beta team

You were smoldering at the foot of Mingi’s bed, peering over the wooden structure. You had been staring at Mingi for over a month now since he moved in with his two friends. You hadn't scared him or bothered him. You just observed him. 

Mingi was a funny little human, and you decided you had no intentions of trying to get him to leave your house. He was actually quite respectable. He never slammed doors or cursed the house. Your curiosity was starting to become an obsession now. However, you weren’t quite sure how to deal with it. 

Which left you at the foot of his bed at 3:33 a.m., contemplating what to do. Because you had been observing Mingi for quite a while, and he consistently got morning wood as he rose from his REM sleep. And you were consistently getting upset over it. Why? Because who was he dreaming about to get that reaction?

Then, Mingi moaned quietly in his sleep, and you practically leaped over the footboard and floated over Mingi’s feet, slowly lowering yourself so you were on your hands and knees. Carefully, cautiously, you pulled down the blankets over Mingi and let out a sigh. His raging boner boinged as the blanket tugged over it.

You licked your lips. You shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t. But you still had a bad oral fixation, despite being dead AND a ghost. And you couldn't help yourself. Maybe… maybe Mingi would wake up and see what a good job you were doing for him, and he would dream of you instead.

So you did the unthinkable: you pulled down Mingi’s boxers, and then you buried his length in your mouth. Mingi’s body responded to you, but he did not stir from his slumber. Which only seemed to challenge you. So you began to slowly ascend up his shaft, running your tongue underneath until you came up to his head, swirling your tongue there, and then you descended swiftly once again. You had no trouble deepthroating the man because you were a ghost and therefore had zero need for a gag reflex… not to mention an incorporeal form. 

You greedily sucked Mingi's shaft, wishing you could taste him, but alas, the dead have taste buds. Mingi made eager noises in the back of his throat, and it only spurned you on. But still, your obsession wasn't waking up. So you began to play with his balls, and that's when Mingi’s eyes rolled, and he opened them.

His jaw dropped silently, clearly not understanding what he was seeing. Was a ghost… sucking his dick? He could see through you, but the edges of you were white and definitive. And you may not have saliva but you were leaving ectoplasm behind as his cock moved inside your mouth. That, along with the brief buzz along his skin, it was unlike any blowjob he had every received.

You popped off of Mingi. "Is it the best you've ever had?" 

Mingi’s hand reached to your head, whether to push you back down on his dick or pat your head, that was to be seen because his hand passed right through your head. "Holy shit," Mingi cursed.

"I'm gonna finish you off," You insisted, "I want to be the best you've ever had."

Mingi couldn't do anything but nod, eyes wide but interested. He had no idea why some ghost was interested in giving him head, but if it was this good, he wasn't about to say no.

So Mingi reserved himself to clutching the bed sheets under him and whining because he couldn't touch you, but you sure could touch him. The way he could feel your mouth, your tongue, and your hands, it was all he could do to not come immediately. You began to suck hickies on his thick thighs, leaving your mark. But, the minute you pushed your finger into his puckered hole, lubbing him up immediately with the ectoplasm you left behind, he did come immediately. He came so hard, his back arched, his feet came to points, and his load shot through your head, and at the angle it was inside of you, reached his face easily.

"Fuck, fuck, oh my God, shit," Mingi gasped.

"Was it good enough to dream about?" You hummed in satisfaction, but Mingi had fallen asleep. You huffed in annoyance. All that had work, and he was asleep?

👻👻👻

Mingi woke up with a groan, and then it hit him. Did he have a wet dream about a ghost giving him head? He touched his face and chest and came back with a verdict: he must have jerked off in his sleep.

Mingi bumbled downstairs and stumbled into the kitchen. "You'll never guess what kind of dream I had last night!" He shouted at Jongho, who stoically continued to spread peanut butter across his toast.

"Can I eat first?" Jongho deadpanned.

Yunho came in, yawning and scratching his stomach under his shirt. "What's going on?"

"I ghost gave me a blowjob last night!" Mingi revealed.

Jongho was mid-bite and rolled his eyes. "Sure, Mingi."

"Now Jongho, maybe he's got proof," Yunho tried to play mediator.

"Yeah, Yunho, Mingi totally has infrared cameras set up to capture ghosts," Jongho said sarcastically.

"Actually…" Mingi pulled up his shorts to expose his thighs, and low and behold, there were hickies.

Jongho dropped his toast in disbelief. "The fuck?"

Yunho grinned. "Mingi did not bring anyone home last night, Jongho."

"This is bullshit," Jongho grumbled.

"I wonder if she'll come back," Mingi wondered.

You chose that exact moment to push over the peanut butter jar and wrote out c u 2nite.

"Fuuuuuck," Jongho breathed out.

[ckret2]

bill doesnt really strike me as the type to be really into listening to music, but if he were, do you think there are any particular genres/artists he would enjoy/hate less?

You're in luck because I've put COPIOUS thought into this.

Here's all the canon and semi-canon info about Bill's musical tastes I can recall off the top of my head:

ONE. From the AMA, his favorite "song" is a rising Shepard tone.

*MY FAVORITE SONG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rzIiF7LpPU

TWO. He is interested in the "good stuff" out of human pop culture, which includes the song "96 Tears" by Question Mark & The Mysterians.

Are you at all interested in human pop culture?

JUST THE GOOD STUFF! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7uC5m-IRns

THREE. He knows the song "Stacy's Mom". This says nothing about whether he likes the song, but he's knowledgeable enough about recent human pop culture that he can casually drop a reference to it in a joke. It's probably safe to assume he's familiar with a broad variety of popular human music.

Hey Bill. What's up with Wendy's mom?

WENDY'S MOM HAS GOT IT GOING ON. SHE'S ALL I WANT AND I'VE WAITED FOR SO LONG.

FOUR. When he gives himself a super cool car its radio is playing a rap song. I wasn't able to find any identification for the song, but it sounds to me like it could potentially be by Lil Bigg Dawggg, the same in-universe artist behind "Straight Blanchin'"—so, extremely popular mainstream rap. (Song heard at 2:50).

FIVE. He's got some kind of generic-sounding electronic dance music playing during his Fearamid party.

SIX. The "We'll Meet Again" scene. He can play the piano. I suppose you could choose to believe that Mr. All-Seeing All-Knowing Eye can play any instrument and he just happens to pick the piano for effect—he might not even actually be playing, since the song keeps playing itself when he turns away—but I choose to believe he's playing it and at some point he actually made the choice to learn piano for fun just because he wanted to. As someone who took piano lessons for over a decade, assuming that is indeed his own playing, I'd rate him as competent and skilled (that's a pretty impressive run at the start), but no virtuoso. He'd be a hit at the family holiday party but not in a concert hall. The choice of "We'll Meet Again" might mean he's got a soft spot for WW2-era popular music but might just be a "he knows human popular music and will freely reference it for a joke" thing.

SEVEN. "No! Synthesized music! It hurts!" Considering the circumstances, this may or may not actually apply to his musical tastes. Maybe only this particular synthesized music hurt him because Mabel had specifically decided that Xyler and Craz's music would injure Bill, maybe only extremely 80s-sounding synthesizers hurt him, etc. Most damning to the theory that he's got some kind of synthesized music allergy is the fact that almost all the music he's shown to voluntarily listen to and presumably enjoy (rising Shepard tones, the rap song, the party music) makes use of synthesized sounds. Still, it's worth mentioning that this is something he said at one point. (At 2:06.)

If anyone else recalls anything I missed about Bill's musical listening habits, toss it at me.

So, that's what we've got canonically. On that basis, here's what I headcanon about his tastes:

ONE: favorite music

His absolute favorite "music" is stuff that doesn't sound like music to humans at all. So sounds that are created to follow certain patterns (not quite as random as, say, pure white noise); and on top of that, sounds that, subjectively, sound extra creepy to humans or make humans anxious (think how folks claim Shepard tones can drive people "insane"). So think nuclear alarm sirens, unnerving tornado sirens, War of the World tripod horns, Saturn, foghorns, The Backwards Music Station. If you want some actual music that sounds as close to these kinds of sounds as possible, thus far I've collected Curious Noises & Distant Voices, 20210310, Happy Happy Happy—and if you want to start drifting into more "musical" sounding genres, Tira Me a Las Aranas or Ledge.

I feel like noise as a genre ought to have a lot of music that fits the sound I'm looking for, but in practice a lot of what I've crossed paths with is really harsh/loud—sounds like breaking machines and blasting microphones—rather than the more swoopy tones I'm looking for. I think of all the noise subgenres I've sampled, death industrial noise is the closest subgenre to what I want, but it's not quite there either. I've had some success looking at hauntology artists, but that's a pretty big umbrella stylistically speaking. Does anybody know a genre that sits somewhere halfway between noise & ambient?

TWO: favorite human music

So that's that for Bill's alien musical tastes. As far as his human musical tastes, he cites Question Mark & The Mysterians specifically as "the good stuff"—so I imagine that's probably his idea of the best kind of music humanity's produced. So: extremely sixties. Hammond organs out the wazoo. Bands with occult-sounding names and lead singers who claim to be Martians that lived with dinosaurs and will be alive in the year 10,000. I tend to tilt him toward bands/songs that fall under the "psychedelic" umbrella, considering that the aesthetic tends to be kinda, well... just go google "psychedelic art."

Tell me this isn't what Earth would look like by Weirdmageddon day 30 when Bill starts to get bored. I mean come on. The only difference is Bill's version would have more fire and blood.

So start with some of your traditional psychedelic songs—Incense and Peppermints, White Rabbit, Breathe (In The Air), Time Of The Season, Purple Haze, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, etc.—and branch out from there. Slap on any decent psychedelic/hippie-themed playlist and you're good: try this hippie playlist, this psychedelic pop/rock playlist, or this dark psychedelic playlist.

Once you get past the more mainstream stuff, I go toward weird things that sound like they ought to be from a lost 1960s art house film that accidentally predicted the rise of UFO cults—things that vibe with Bill's occult + conspiracy theory + faux religious figure vibes. Think Bruce Haack, such as the album Electric Lucifer, particularly Electric to Me Turn, Cherubic Hymn, or War; Joe Meek's album I Hear a New World, particularly the title track or Orbit Around the Moon; or the particularly alien-sounding The Red Weed (Part 1) off Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds.

And after all that, I poke at modern psychedelic rock songs that lean more heavily into witchy & occult imagery—such as Astral Sabbat or Come a Little Closer—but by this point we're really on the fringe of the sound I'm looking for. There isn't nearly enough Hammond organ.

THREE: favorite human party music

Now, compared to the last couple of sections, this section is gonna be something of a cop-out, because I've done less musical digging; but when it comes to what he'll slap on for a party—which I imagine makes up probably a good 75% of his casual music consumption—he's just gonna slap on any popular current music he thinks is good for a party.

Currently? That probably means a lot of hip hop and EDM. Okay. In the 80s he probably woulda put on disco. In the 21st century he'd put on Get Low, First of the Year, Shots, DotA, Intergalactic, and Dragostea Din Tei (hardstyle remix), in a row, without a second thought, and with no heed to the humans going "what the FUCK is this party mix." These are not the best examples of what he'd play; just the first, most cringe, and most discordant examples I could think of. The more easily a potential party song can be described as stylistically or lyrically "obnoxious," the more likely it is to make his playlist. Does it sound like it should be played extremely loud? Would it offend the neighbors? Does it have a bass line that sounds like it could crack concrete and break ribs? Would humans recognize it as part of a widely-known meme, but not know whether Bill (an alien) is oblivious or if Bill (a troll) added it for that reason? It's going on, he's hitting shuffle, and it's not coming off the party playlist until he gets bored of it and finds something newer and even more obnoxious to replace it with.

If anyone has any good recommendations for specific genres that would yield a reasonable pool of Party Songs That Would Get Noise Complaints Filed (And Also Don't Go Together At All), I'm willing to take them. My gut says crunk and dubstep, but my hip hop knowledge is lacking and my EDM knowledge is extremely eclectic.

(Anyway if you made it this far I'm rewarding you with a link to my Bill Cipher spotify playlist I listen to when writing fic. It's 50% songs that I think actually match the "music he'd like" categories, 50% songs that are about him but that he wouldn't necessarily like, 50% songs about his relationship issues, 10% songs that are NONE OF THE ABOVE but that need to be in there because I need them for fic-writing vibes, and one single solitary song that is not actually about Bill at all, but rather about Pacifica, but that i put on the playlist anyway because it's a REALLY GOOD Pacifica song and I don't have any other Gravity Falls themed playlists so here it is. "That adds up to 160%—" and what of it. The percentages aren't even accurate.)

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Oooh what about a purely platonic father daughter thing!!

Masky x daughter!Reader (NO ROMANCE, NO SEXUALITY JUST PURELY PLATONIC FAMILY LOVE.)

So, the reader is a popular singer/idol but unfortunately due to Masky's life he could never have been there for her so he kinda had to just watch by the sidelines proudly (he still made sure to make it to every school performance like the dad he is!!!)

I LOVE PLATONIC CP SO MUCH ITS INSANE

Also I made reader a rockstar who plays the drums, I hope you don’t mind :)

Platonic Masky with a daughter reader

When you first arrived to the cabin door, Tim was confused

A note left claimed that you were his child and the mother didn’t want you

So Tim took you in after a lot of convincing from Brain

You grew up strangely, no real friends except the forest critters and Toby

Tim didn’t want you in on the whole killing thing, not yet at least

So you remained board most of the time

One day, much to Tim’s displeasure, you went out exploring

Finding an old junkyard, you rummaged through it, seeing if you could find anything worth your time

Most of it was old metal that had rusted , old beat up cars, the occasional pipe

Until you saw it

The most glorious thing ever

A navy blue drum set, in decent condition

You were thrilled and ran to it, playing on it with your hands

Determined, you looked around for the sticks

And found them

Day in and day out you would return to the yard and play the drums for hours, self teaching yourself all sorts of songs

You started easy, but slowly challenged yourself

Eventually, you practically lived in the junkyard, making all sorts of noise at all hours of the day

Tim and Brain didn’t know

But Toby did

And they held it over your head

Anytime they were told to do something, it got passed off to you

Eventually though, you and Toby get into a heated argument and they spill about the drums

Tim was angry with you

What if you attracted humans? Or something worse?

It was the very first time Tim had ever yelled at you

That night, you snuck out and ran to the junkyard

Of course, Tim knew

He always knew whenever you were in trouble and then did something

He followed you, but when you started playing he sat and listened

You were really fucking good

And from there he kinda just let you sneak out and go play

Eventually, Tim’s fears are correct and humans find you

And that eventually leads to you joining a band

The band you’re in gets super popular and you guys are playing shows everywhere

Tim is really proud, but he won’t admit that

He, Brain, and occasionally Toby, will come to your shows

You were incredible

They all loved to watch you play

And when you would come home for a visit?

They would ask how your travels were and you would always bring them something cool you found

It ends really wholesome because I said so

[shinsouscatpisssmell]

Rehab

Paring:toxic!Eren x black!reader

Warnings: toxic relationships, miscarriages, usage of the n-word like once ,mmm that’s about it

An// this is a reupload! 🫡 I have to find links for the collab again 😭

Glass littered over the ground along with lamps and furniture like a robber ran amuck through the tiny apartment. Only the culprit still there cradling her belly while in the fetal position. Eyes sore and swollen nearly shut from tears.

Soft but powerful knocks litter on the door even though it was left wide open, "y/n? Sweetheart, are u okay? I heard some yelling and loud noises earlier and just wanted to check on ya' baby." the feeble voice of the granny living next door calls out. You could hear her carefully walk through the dirtied room and let out a worried gasp upon seeing your figure, "dear god child. Get up,get up! That's dangerous to be lying on the ground when it's like this. You Could cut yourself." putting a hand on your back and slowly making you sit up right before you let out a voice of crying pain and falling again onto the ground.

The older woman looks in worried at your hunched form before feeling a substance on her hand," y/n hats wrong,honey? Do you have something on you?" she shuffles over to the light switch flipping it on seeing red on her hand making her jump back as it painted her skin before letting put a shrill scream as you're bloodied. Not wasting a second she helps you up making you put most of your weight onto her.

"I got you,hon. I'm old but I be hitting the gym 5 times a week so relax." she walks you all the way down to the car. Assisting you in the passenger side and buckling before rushing to start the car, " do you need me to call your boyfriend? Uh what's his name? Ethan? Evan?" she snaps her fingers," even, right?" 

You shake your head with the little focus you had left and your raspy voice speaks the first words spoken from you," no." she huffs and gives a quick nod of understanding before pulling out of the lot. The drive is silent only the radio tuning in and out of songs. Your ears catch the smooth voice of Rihanna start to play. Putting your head to glass and let her words speak to you allowing memories to flow through of the events that have and still are occurring.

"When we first met, I never felt something so strong."

Carry all those books in a crowded area.you were just asking to be knocked down by the ongoing human traffic. Arm's aching from the weight of 3 textbooks and your mind loading up with foul language towards the teachers and at your back for being so tiny.

Sucking your teeth in annoyance and the wall of people in your away completely ignoring your loud ,"excuse me"s. Arms almost giving up you made the decision to push your way through the crowd only to get pushed forward. Books getting scattered on the floor and as you cling to the back of a ransom's shirt as to not meet he same fate. 

"Hey ,man. The fuck you think you're doing?" The man's voice was full of hostility and you can't blame him as you would be too had the situations been reverse.

Letting go of the stranger's clothes you quickly try to find some excuse, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that. But it was my only life saver to not fall flat on my face." 

You hear the stranger let out a small 'tch' before turning around and ready to give you a piece of his mind but words fell short when his jade eyes met yours. Time seemed to have slowed around the two of you as you didn't say a word. Being the first to shake out of the trance you begin to collect the pricey books off the floor.

"Again I'm so sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude but people just wouldn't move and I somehow ended up getting pushed."

"Hey, it's all good! No need to worry. I know how crowded in here it can get," he picks up the last one of your books off the ground

"Eren! Hurry your ass up or you're getting left!" You see the man ,who you guess was the 'eren' in question , frown at the group of people calling out to him ," they can't wait 5 fucking minutes? God damn. He rolls his eyes before turning back to you," but uh I'm eren.sorry for me being brash back there."

You let out a small bit of laughter before accepting the book from his grasp, " I'm y/n, a junior."

"Same here. What's your maj-"

"Yeager! We don't have time for you to try and get your dick wet! Hurry the fuck up."

Your Brow raised at the man of the hour and his face turns red, "I swear I would never- No i mean..I would with you just not right now?" he coughs regaining his cool," what I mean is would you like to go hang out sometime? Coffee or at the movies?"

"Nice save, Casanova." You chuckle, "I would love to. Maybe one weekend since I'm going to be swamped out the ass with assignments during the week."

"How about this weekend? Coffee on me at Paradis around noon?"

"mmm i would have to check my schedule but let me get back to you." you take the book from his hold, " but I can tell you're friends are about to leave you." You let out a small cackle at him whiping his head around at his friends who are starting to leave the hall.

"Fuck," he turns to you, " see you around?" Given a quick reassurance to him before he rushes off pushing people out the way to get to his group.

"Cute." Smiling to yourself while walking the other direction not really expecting anything other than a few HIs and hellos in the hallways

"You were like my lover and my best friend. All wrapped up into one with a ribbon it"

Even though no numbers or contact information, eren made a way to find you again like he had said. It took about two weeks to get to the coffee he promised and it went off without a hitch. Almost getting kicked out because he made you laugh your iced coffee out your nose. It was one outing you thought would only happen once since Eren was a well known player but date that led to two and then to three and so forth until he asked you to be official on your sixth date.

He made your heart flutter when he took your hands in his and stared at you with those jade eyes of his.

"You're the only one for me,y/n. My true love." He said it with such sincerity leading you in and sealing your fate with his sweeten words.

"And all of a sudden,you went and left. I didn't know how to follow."

The fairytale relationship you were living in slowly became your nightmare with his jealousy and overthinking.

"I don't see why you even need to go help him study. All he's trying to do is get in your pants." Eren is laying upside down on your bed while watching you put on your last earring and putting your box braids into two pigtails, " and why are you even getting dressed up? You're trying to look good for him now?"

You suck your teeth at him before turning around, "eren,I'm getting tired of you accusing me of shit. You're starting to push my buttons. This is like the fifth time you tried to hint at something going on and I'm fucking tired," putting on the finishing touching you cap your lipgloss back, "with all these accusations maybe you're the one cheating on me."

You could see him get up and sit on your bed the air turning serious and tense, "and what's that supposed to mean? You think I'm cheating?"

You fold your arms and silence falls upon the both of you almost like two cowboys getting ready for showdown, "so what if I am,huh? You can accuse me but the moment I do it to you I'm the problem?" His phone vibrates and you both glance at it. You squint your eyes on the contact name making out of " frani", a girl that eren told you that he had cut off after you two started dating.

"It's not what you think, y/n-"

"So you are cheating on me. With the same bitch you told me who used to be your sex friend. What happened to you cut her off? 'I'll never need another woman, you're my one and only?' You're such a fucking hypocrite." Mocking his voice  watching him get angry at reciting his heartfelt words with such spite.

"Oh,I'm a hypocrite? You're the one getting all dressed up like a whore to go meet some guy who wants to get in your pants. I told you I cut her off and I did so don't come at me sideways."

"I could say the same to you! So you can talk to me like this but I can't when it comes to when you can't keep your dick in your pants?"

now I'm eachother faces and the argument getting heated.

"You know what? Fuck this. I don't gotta deal with this bullshit, he grabs his jacket from the floor where he had dropped it storming his way to the front, " you go enjoy your study session and I'll go have one of my own." He slammed your front door leaving you with tears of frustration as you push your face deep into a pillow and scream. The only thing bringing you out of it was the rumbling of the floor making you discover he dropped his phone and seeing the same name four times in a row made you curious on how much she had to say to him. You had known the passcode to his phone since you both had exchanged it two months back and after reading through the messages you wish you guys hadn't. Screenshotting and sending them to you for evidence.

Frani😈❤️

x/x/x

Bby~ are you really going to

leave me alone?

Eren

Leave me alone. I told you were done

I'm seeing y/n

Frani 😈❤️

That slut? I'm bet I'm so much better

I know how to please you bby

So why don't you come over

and have fun🥺

Eren

Hope u know my phone is going on silence cause a dumb bitch keeps txting me while I'm with my bby🤭

😍 go hump a couch cushion.😚

x/x/x

Frani😈❤️

This your girl?

*photo attachment*

It was a photo of you waiting outside the college gates.

Eren

And? She told me she was going to study .

🤨 you a stalker now?

Frani😈❤️

It doesn't look like studying to me

More like a date tbh 😗But that's just me 😋

*photo attachment*

Eren

Is that a dude?

Frani😈❤️

Mhmm😗

And I heard some pretty interesting things about these two😋

Eren

Like what?

Frani😈❤️

Nu uh you have to come here!

You know the address handsome 😘

Eren

...See you in 5

X/x/x

Frani😈❤️

I knew you missed me bby

We should do it again 🤭

Eren

I'm pretty sure y/n is having another study on Thursday

Same time?

Frani😈❤️

Ofc bby I'll wear the pretty panties u like

The picture shows you and a boy from your lab class walking to the Starbucks near campus. He was your partner since the beginning of the year so you both had made plans to go study together for the test the next week. You had texted eren earlier that you were going out and wouldn't meet him til late but he had cancel last minute.

You don't know when it started but tears dropped down to the screen making the light blurry before you had to close it. You wiped your eyes as anger takes over only seeing red.

Gathering all his stuff before throwing it out your apartment door.

"it's like a shock spun me around and my heart left. I feel so empty and hollow."

He banged on the door when he came back telling you to open it. You ignored him putting in your AirPods to drown him out before he begins spam text you.

Dirty ass dick bag 8=D

Baby... Are you really not opening the door?

All over a stupid argument ?

Don't I mean more to you?

You

Stop fuking texting me b4 I block u

Its eren I will push you off that ledge right now

So out of respect give me my space and go back to your whore.

Dirty ass dick bag 8=D

What whore?

You

*4 photo attachment*

U forgot already? Or did the find out a new std that gives u memory loss?

It's been 20 minutes since u sent those the text bubbles come and go.You hear a loud fuck outside the door before your phone started to ring. It went to voicemail at least 3 times before  you finally picked it up.

"Are you really not going to open the door?" His voice sounded defeated.

"Why'd you do it eren? Do you know how much I want to wring your neck right now?" Your confidence wavering at the sound of his voice, "was I not enough,huh? SAY SOMETHING!" You yell over the mic.

"You are enough,y/n. You're all I need, I promise baby." He reassured you making you more pissed off .

"Then what you can trust some whore over me? You don't trust me enough when I say I'm not cheating? Have I done it before? Flirted,kiss, or even lead someone on?"

"No,princess.it's not you I don't trust. It's the guys I don't trust. You're so pretty and nice willing to help anyone you can and I'm a shitty douchebag who only ruins the one good thing happening to him. I shouldn't have believed he words. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry." You could hear him get quiet over the phone. He didn't know you where stalking closer to the door and could hear him crying.

You open the door and threw your arms around him, " don't cry,eren.I forgive you,baby." He drops his head on your shoulder giving it small kisses.

"I promise I won't ever hurt you again ok baby? " his words comforted you and you believed them to be true.

"You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me,do you? It's gonna take a miracle bring me back."

You dated on and off for two years. It was like you were stuck in a loop while you were dating until the day he got on one knee and asked you to be his wife. Even though you were basking in your love for another your instincts were telling you your honeymoon phase would end soon because that's just how the cycle went. You were coming home from your job at the hospital. You had moved with eren a year back to a bigger apartment that could accommodate to the two of you. It was in a pretty nice neighborhood and neighbors not to nosy and more so on the friendly side.

"Hi, (y/n). I thought you had the day off today?" It was mrs.Johnson an old lady who lived beside you who gave you food from time to time. She gossips to you about all the latest news between the residents as she knows everything because she owns the buildings and you're grateful for the closeness in case you're short on rent one month.

"No ma'am I've been at work since 6 am this morning. I just want to go shower and heat up that food you brought yesterday." you fished for your keys before putting in the door knob.

"oh I thought heard you and eren earlier. Hah to be young and in love. Maybe I should get back into the dating scene." She gushes put seats at the idea making you leave.

Over the chuckles you look at her confused, "Mrs.Johnson...what do you mean you heard me and him earlier?"

"And you're the one to blame and now I feel like"

Kicking your off the shoes at the front door and slowly shutting the front door. Eyes scanning through the poorly dim living room catching clothes and shoes that belong to eren and some heels and a dress that surely wasn't yours. It said everything you needed to know as you stalk to your bedroom after hearing some laughter making sure your footsteps were light like you were on air.

The bedroom door was already wide open so you could gaze upon eren in his nakedness and girl you didn't even know the name of in your bed while pressing her breast against wren's chest.

"You cheating nigga." You're body got hot as the girl screamed and covered herself in the covers you and eren had picked out when you went looking for furniture.

"Who the fuck are you?" The girl had the audacity to ask like you were the one who interrupted and barged into their home.

"No, who the fuck are you? Last time I checked your name isn't on the fucking lease mine is? You nasty slut."

"Y/n, come on it isn't-" you interrupted eren not cutting eye contact with the girl putting your pointer finger to silence him

"You don't even fucking talk to me you cheating fucking liar," you look at him and start swinging your purse,"So all those times you cheated on me before weren't enough, huh?Why even ask me to marry you, you fucking dick!" You don't stop hitting him while the some of the content of your purse slosh out the sides, "I.hate.you. So. Fucking much. I hate you. I hate you. I loathe you." You don't stop until his chest is red.

Letting him be the object to take all your pain and anger on before you got pushed to side by the mystery woman of the hour.

"You can't just go around hitting him." she's covering her nude body with the sheets.

"Historia, what the fuck. Don't push her, are you fucking crazy?" Eren helps you up holding you back before you could bounce her and get your lick back, "just leave , fuck."

"Are you serious,eren? I thought we were having something special?"historia said baffled before you throw a pillow at her pushing her back.

"Dead serious now leave my fucking house,bitch." You told her before he even could.

Watching her stomp and grab her clothing aggressively off the ground before storming out and slamming the door as hard as she could.

It indicated that it was time to turn back to the person who was the main culprit pushing him away from you, " don't fucking touch me, eren! I want your ass out . Get your shit and leave!"

"Y/n, hold on to that, your foot is looking swollen and we should take you to the hospital to check that out, baby." He tries to hold you again but you move out the way of it.

"Don't call me baby, don't fucking touch me," you get up and try to stand on two feet but a shock of pain shoots up your left leg making you crumble in a small howl, "god dammit," you started crying not sure from the pain or the situation maybe even possibly both.

Eren finally comes over and starts to cradle you in his arms giving you reassuring hushes, " I told you, y/n. It looks like it could be broken but I'm not sure." He picks you up and holds onto you the best he could not letting you out pressure on it.

"I hate you eren. I hate you so much." You repeatedly say to him crying.

"I know baby just stay with me."

"Oh you're the reason why I'm thinkin', I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more."

You're laying in bed with a cast on your leg for the next month and half because you landed wrong on your foot when you were pushed. As if you needed anymore reminders of Eren's infidelity. It mocks you everytime you look at it as you rage inside. There's a knock on your bedroom door.

"Baby, I brought you some food." It was eren. He insisted that he stay and take care of you because it was his fault. The doctor suggested you not be alone during this period so you could stay off of it. You agreed nonetheless the only condition that you stated was that he sleep on the couch and your door remain shut.

"Don't call me that eren." You turn the channel to something more interesting, "you can just leave the food on the bed. I'll eat it later." Not giving him a glance. Waiting to hear the door shut.

"Come on y/n it's been 4 weeks. When are you going to talk to me." He stands in front of the tv and you scoff.

"Maybe when you can turn back time and not sticking your dick in some rando and me having to walk in on it or better yet when you erase my memories of all the times you betrayed my trust and I went against all my instincts to give my heart to you again. But wait we can't do that now can we?," pointing to the cast on your foot in a dramatic way, " but here I am stuck with this fucking cast on my foot reminding me of the day over and over again of your fucking mistress pushing me after catching you to fucking in OUR bed. So when you can do all that, super man. I'll talk, k?" You huff out a breathe before turning your show louder to not hear him talk.

"Y/-"

"LA LA LA, I CANT HEAR YOU."

"Can you please stop being so chil-"

You turn it to the highest volume to drown him out before he grunts in anger and unplugs the tv.

"Hey! I was watching that. It's the only thing out of the two of you that won't cheat one me."

"Y/n! Just listen, please. I'm begging." He sits on the corner of the bed where his side used to be before putting his face in his hands sighing. You want to say more but you decide against it.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry. She was a drunken mistake at first back when you first started working late at the hospital and we weren't really talking...I let it get out of hand." He said not facing you anymore feeling you stare his back down as you calculated it.

"So three fucking months after we got married? You couldn't stand being tied down for that long in the some cooch so you had to go find someone else? Why eren? Why? Am I boring? Am I ugly? Why am I not enough for you!? You asked me to marry you. I didn't force you. Not in this relationship. Not to be with me. Never. So what's fucking wrong with me that you seek the warmth of other woman." You pound on him with a pillow you could grab

"I don't know. I honestly don't. I-...I just get scared that what we have is to good. I want to mess it up to give you an excuse to leave me before you just leave out of nowhere." He drawls out a longer sigh than the first before he starts to wipe his face with his shirt.

"I wouldn't just up and leave you, eren. I love you with so much of my being and that's why every time I take you back and you do this shit again. I'm the big dummy! Not you everytime."

"I know, I know and I'm sorry I won't do this again, I promise baby. Just give me one last chance." He faces you with redden eyes from rubbing them with the rough fabric of his shirt.

"..,"you inhale some air and breathe out taking a few minutes to gather your words and clear your consciousness ,"I'm going to regret his Give me sometime eren, deal?"

"Ok baby." He gives you a singular kiss on the forehead before plugging back in your tv.

"Damn,ain't crazy when you're love swept? You'd do anything for the one you love."

It's been 3 weeks since the cast came off and to lsay eren was less than perfect was an understatement. Even after you were able to walk around he didn't let you lift a finger taking over all the chores and cooking.

You had just came home while seeing him whisper on the phone once he heard the door but you could see the vein on his forward throb.

You sneak up behind him and snake your arms around his waist while giving him a small kiss on his back, "hey babe."

"Don't call her again, I said you got the wrong number." He hung up the house phone before turning around to give you a kiss, "how was work?"

"It was pretty good just boring stuff today! Nothing to dish." You bend over the counter letting the new chain he got you in his name for your anniversary while he opens up take-out food containers," who was that on the phone anyway,E?"

"Nobody important. Just a telemarketer trying to sell us a new condo." He holds up one of the food," you want some of this?" He ask before putting it on your plate and you shake your head in disgust making him laugh.

"I'm glad we could work this out eren, I love you." You cuddle him on the couch as he swallows his bite of food before putting his arm around your shoulders, "I love you too."

"Cause anytime that you needed me I'd be there It's like you were my favorite drug,The only problem is that you was using me.In a different way than I was using you,but now that I know it's not meant to be I gotta go, I gotta wean myself off of you"

It was late at night while you couldn't go to sleep feeling sick for the past three weeks and when you heard the phone ringing off the hook .after the first time you got any sleep you were seething after the seventh time of it ringing, you got out the bed and snatch the phone up whispering harshly into it, "hello, who is this?" You were accompanied by nothing but static making you irritated before repeating yourself again.

"Eren...I-I'm two months pregnant,please.I cant do this without you, baby." It was Historia crying over the phone and talking but you couldn't hear any of it drooping the phone after the words pregnant left her mouth.

You stalked your way to the bedroom and woke eren up.

"Y/n? What's up baby?" He said groggily rubbing the sleep and his brown hair away His eyes.

"You lied to me again... you knew that she was pregnant! She was on the phone that day." You rip the covers from his body, " get out ,eren."

He perks up with swiftness, " let's talk about this."

"No.get the fuck out, we're done. GO meet your baby mama." You walk away forcing your anger on the objects around you. Throwing a lamp at the wall and screaming out with rage. Stripping the new sheets and covers from

The bed throwing them at him so push him towards the door, " get out now! You push him out the bedroom door by throwing things, " you lie and lie and lie. And I believe you every fucking time. I should have listened to my mother. Get the fuck out of my apartment, leave!"

Throwing the couch cushions at him to push him near the door ignoring his protests.

"This is why I didn't tell you. You would go fucking crazy like this , y/n! You never wanna talk to me about anything. It's always my fault." 

"Because it fucking is eren! I'm at fault for taking your stupid ass fake tears as something meaningful like you meant your words."

"SEE, I knew you wouldn't drop the old shit. I knew you still held that shut against me. Have I not proved enough by taking care of you all this time and not going out. Not hanging with my friends just being there for you?"

"DO YOU  NOT HEAR YOURSELF! you sound like a total jack ass right now. I never asked you to stop hanging out with your friends. When we got married we promised to take care of each other so you doing these petty ass chores and cooking for a month after I did it for you more than you did it for me! "

"God fucking dammit," he pounds his fist against the wall, " I'm done. I'll be back later." He slams the door open not bothering to shut it .

"NO, WE'RE DONE EREN. D-O-N-E." You yell from your spot. Gripping at your hair like your going crazy and screaming,yelling, and crying at different points in between tearing pictures off the wall and smashing them on the floor.flipping over chairs before falling on your knees crying hysterically into the ground.

There's a sharp pain in your stomach when you go down making your rub your stomach to try and soothe it thinking you got a tiny scrap or something and not caring to check at the moment to swamped in your thoughts. Soon blacking out from blood lost.

“Next time you wanna go on and leave,I should just let you go on and do it 'Cause now I'm using like I bleed”

You wake up with Mrs. Johnson rubbing your hand , " are you up now, honey?" Giving you a reassuring smile, "I'll go get the doctor." She pats your hand again twice.

It doesn't take long before they come into the room with your chart. Checking your eyes and mouth while asking questions of do you know where you are and how'd you get there.

"Well mrs. Y/n, I have some good news and I have some bad news." He checks the chart one last time and his smiling turning down for a smidge second, "congratulations are in order on your pregnancy," you stare at him like he was alien, " I take you didn't know?"

"I mean I just thought it was a stomach bug from some bad take out." You said rubbing your belly.

"You seem to be about 4 weeks,however" he pauses and Mrs.Johnson's grips your hand, " you had miscarriage, mrs.Johnson old us when she found you you were passed out so it was probably for a while. Although we tried to saved all 3 only 2 were we able to detect a heartbeat." You looked over at mrs.Johnson as your mouth went dry .

"I'm sorry for your loss ma'am.

"It's like I checked into rehab And baby, you're my disease"

"Baby? Y/n?" You could hear his voice but you don't respond to his call . Crying in silence not wanting him near you.

"There you are! I've been calling your name up and down the hospital. Did you not hear?" He was carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers."

"I lost one of my babies eren." You're trying not to breakdown while your voice sounds but your voice sounds so defeated.

"What are you talking about? You were never pregnant...right?"

"I gotta check into rehab'Cause baby you're my disease"

You two are cuddling in your hospital bed. Your head is on his chest and your rubbing circles on your belly feeling butterflies flutter.

"I'm going to change baby. I promise. No more secrets." He says grip tightly on shoulder.

"Eren"

"Yeah?"

"I want a divorce."

[saltsicklover]

Mud on the Floor - BRB - Broken House

I had this one ready to go because I thought the poll was going to go this way! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it anyway, even though this is literally not what you asked for!

Title: Mud on the Floor

Series: Broken House

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2600+

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Themes, Thunderstorms, Angst Fluff Angst Sandwich.

A late afternoon storm hits the Hard Deck on Friday. Honey seems to be the only person not completely taken aback by the opening of the sky as she drives into work. The streets of California turn from open window joy rides to panicked skidding and hydroplaning as the concrete is pelted with rain. Honey drives slow, humming to her favorite song playing through static over the radio. The music takes her back to the first time Bradley held her close, in rain just like this, her mind no longer focused on chasing a ghost.  

"Hey, eyes on the road there, handsy," Honey pushes Bradley's hand from her thigh. He lets his fingers graze over the warmth of her skin, savoring each micro-moment before his hand hits the space between them. He turns his eyes back to the road, obeying her request, though he would rather sit and stare at Honey in the passenger seat. 

"You didn't seem to mind me being handsy this weekend," Bradley's tone is full of tease, the point of his tongue darting out of his mouth to tease the woman sitting next to him. He knows she's watching him. Honey's eyes haven't stopped tracing the edges of his profile for the last fifty miles and he doubts that fact will change any time soon. 

There is a meekness to the hum Bradley's comment is met with, it's noncommittal and unpressed, but he feels the warmth of her fingers snake through his own. Bradley lets himself smile, wide and toothy. He has stopped hiding his smiles since he met Honey all of four days ago. Their chance meeting at a bar in a rainstorm lead to their bodies tangled in cheap motel sheets, the fabric scratchy against their kiss stained skin. 

"You weren't driving this weekend," Honey points out. An absentminded stroke of her thumb over his own sends a shiver up his spine. God, Honey has this effect on him. This overtaking feeling of warmth that scatters across his skin like sparks on pavement. Bradley tries to soak in each ripple, each shiver, each spark, afraid that it will be gone as quickly as it came. 

"I thought I was driving you crazy, Sweet Girl," Bradley's words are coated in sugar water, sweet and refreshing. That nickname was new, and the way it left his lips made Honey wish he would whisper it again just so she could let it roll over her, slowly this time, so she could actually take the time to appreciate it. Still, she basks in it, lets it take over her senses- and it makes her feel alive. 

Lately, with Honey chasing any information about her father from base to base, post to post, port to air field and back again, she's felt like more shell than human. Her father is basically a ghost when you're a civilian. He lies hidden behind red tape and security clearance; both too full of bureaucracy and too lacking in empathy for the abandoned. 

"You are starting to drive me a different kind of crazy here, Brad," Honey's gentle fingers meet the side of his chin, pushing his eyeline back towards the road. Bradley wants to roll his eyes at her, but the feeling of his hand now holding onto the thickness of her leg, her own hand set atop his, keeps his eyeline unrolling on the road in front of them. "It looks like the sky is going to open up again any minute," 

"I hate the rain," The mutter coming from the man causes a gasp to all but rip through Honey. Her hand leaves the rolled spine of her book on her lap, dancing quickly through the air before she covers her newly gaping mouth. Bradley all but puts the break pedal to the floor, skidding to the side of the road at the noise, panic shooting though him. The Bronco is thrown in park so hast the gears of the engine almost lock. The look he gives her is nothing short of bewilderment when he finds her unharmed and looking a him like he's the crazy one. 

"What the fuck was that?" 

"You take that back," 

Both speak at the same time, each sentence their own version of momentary anger. Neither of them mean it, and both are quick to swallow the remainder of emotion still sitting on their tongue. 

Then, the sky opens up with a large crack of lightening, lighting up the massive gray sky. The bolt flashes over cabin of the Bronco, lighting up their faces. Honey looks at Bradley, her lips parted slightly. They are plush and full, the bottom one having just been released from the prison between her teeth. There are light teeth marks in the flesh and Bradley wants nothing more in that moment than to slide his own tongue over the groves and ease the pulsing under the dimpled flesh. 

Honey's eyes are drawn to the amber flecks in Bradley's eyes. They shone almost gold in the flash of purple white light not a moment before. Honey can't help but lean closer to him. She brings one leg up onto the seat, the other still on the floorboards with the book that slid from it's place in her lap. She leans closer still, trying to locate the gold hidden in the rich molasses of his eyes, hidden behind curled lashes that dust his cheeks with each too short blink. He doesn't dare look away from her too long for fear that her eyes would no longer be on his. 

A little crack of a smile crosses across Honey's expression, the attempt to hid it with a flick of her tongue over her lips catches Bradley's attention. He tentatively brings a hand up to her cheek, swiping the pad of his thumb over the fullness of her bottom lip. His fingertips barely graze over his cheek before they make a home near her hairline. The way she leans into his touch does nothing to quell the embers burning in Bradley's chest. Before this moment, he didn't know there could be so much passion behind the smallest of movements; his heart beats rhythmically against the backside of his ribs in a way that almost knocks the breath form his lungs. 

"What'cha smiling at, Sweet Girl?"  He almost has to suck in another deep breathe as he watches her shudder lightly, goosebumps breaking out over the expanses of her skin. He wishes he could see that little shiver again is slow motion, the way her eyes close and the corners of her mouth pull 

There's that name again, and the way he whispered it so huskily it makes her hands shake. Honey swallows thickly, trying to get control of her own body. She almost finds her hands reaching for Bradley, dying to feel him under her hands again. The weekend they spent tangled in each other, now gone behind them, and it didn't do enough to keep her satiated. 

"I was just thinkin' tha's all," Bradley doesn't trust the little ribbon of playfulness laces through her voice, so he presses just a bit further, pressing the pads of his fingers just a bit harder against her scalp. 

"What's on that beautiful brain of yours, huh?" 

"Just thinkin' 'bout how nice it is to be trapped in your car during the storm, tha's all," There is an air of nonimportance to her shrug, like she is trying to devalue her own thoughts because she doesn't like the way they sound coming from her own tongue. 

Bradley's fingertips leave Honey's scalp for just a moment, and she fights not to follow them. The laugh that wracks through Bradley surprises her, but she loves the smile that spreads across his face and the way his cheeks flush. It looks like raspberries have been smushed into his cheeks, and Honey can't help the way she stares. 

"Did I say something funny?" Honey keeps her tone so sweet. Bradley melts just a little further. He presses the pads of his fingers back onto her skin and Honey lets the warmth spread through her from his touch. 

"Yeah, you did, Sweet Girl. This isn't just any car we are sitting in, it's a Bronco," He explains, bringing his other hand up to wander over her exposed upper arm. Bradley's tone is far from condescending, and now he has Honey under both of his hands. She fights off the shiver threatening to break over her body, crest over the skin like the ocean does that sand. Bradley swears he can feel the electricity flowing under her skin, but maybe that's just his own heartbeat pulsing through the tips of his fingers. 

Then, Bradley takes one hand away from Honey, though it almost physically hurts him to pull his fingers away from the softness of her skin, but he needs her closer. Pulling the handle below his seat, Bradley uses both feet to slide the driver's seat back as far as it can go. It click, click, clicks all the way back and Bradley loses touch of Honey for a second. Then, he is leaning forward, reaching across the center console to pull her straight into his lap. 

The little squeak that escapes Honey is short lived as she settles hard down onto Bradley's strong, wide thighs. She cages them in with her own, her skin pressed up against the cold leather interior of the door and console. Bradley's hands are flashing over her skin, warming her up with the heat of his palms. Then, his hands wind into her hair, sliding up the back of her neck before the tendrils laces through his outstretched digits. A small moan passes Honey's lips as she takes in the depth of his touch, all fever and passion, almost a new, blooming sort of love. 

Their breath mingles together in the small space between them, the tip of Honey's nose all but grazing Bradley's. They are so close, lips just brushes each others, exchanging the same deep breath of air as eyes search faces. The tip of Bradley's tongue skims over the fullness of Honey's low lip and she chases the feeling as he pulls back. The headrest stops Bradley's movements, and Honey's lips meet his just a touch too hard, a carom of a kiss, but Bradley is quickly pulling her back into him, hands in her hair as she messes with the top few buttons of his shirt. 

It's all hot kisses and buttons slipping through fabric, palms to marred skin exploring the imperfect nature of it all. Bradley pulls the leaver on the side of his seat, reclining them backwards, further away from the wheel. The pair are as horizontal as they can get, but Bradley wants more. His hands come up to her ribcage in an attempt to lean her, to guide her to change places. He wants her underneath his own body so he can explore her chest with his tongue. 

Honey is jostled form her perch on top of Bradley, and in a second, she is falling through the door, her hand having caught the handle in an attempt to steady herself in their fruitless effort to switch positions.  Suddenly the rain is now coming in, and Honey is falling out. Bradley isn't quite fast enough, only managing to soften her fall as her ass makes contact with the muddy, sandy, very wet ground. 

The curse is almost off Bradley's tongue as Honey's laughter erupts throughout the air, in harmony with the thunder above. It cracks throughout the sky, shaking the Bronco as the rain slicks down Honey's hair against her skin. Bradley leans out of the cab to look at Honey, his own hair catching it's fair share of the rainfall. The smile spread across her lips is undeniable, and he will look back on this moment and know that this is the exact moment he fell for her. This is exactly what happy looks like, and he yearns for a way to stop this moment just so he can look at her for a little while longer, skin slick with rainfall, her clothes now absolutely soaked through. 

There will be a bruises tomorrow, Honey is sure of it, from sickly yellow to deep purple. She really couldn't care less. Her shorts will be caked with mud from now on, and the t-shirt she is in sticks to her body in a way that feels like she may never get it off, but the whole damn situation is so funny and she can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it. Bradley is half way out of the door now, reaching for her, wanting to pull her up to her feet and back into the relative safety of the Bronco. They clasp hands, mud from Honey's squelching between their fingers. Bradley braces himself to pull her up, but instead, he slips on the wet metal of the door jamb, and Honey just tugs him the rest of the way out into the wet. 

It's Bradley's turn to laugh now, most of his large body's fall broken by the lovely woman who is now absolutely soaked to the bone. He should apologize, really he should, but she was the one who pulled him out of the Bronco, and she is already laughing from beneath him. 

Their lips meet again, somewhere between the laughter and the muddy touches. There are handprints, some smudged, some clear, decorating each other like maps. They trail over their bodies, a detective could read the desperation in their marks. 

The door above them remains open above them, doing nothing to shield them from the rain as they make love for the first time, down in the muddy ditch on the side of the empty highway. There should be no romance there, but from their desperate hands come gentle touches and their hot mouths birth deep kisses that make the world around them spin, each to dizzy drunk on each other to notice the rain begin to let up. 

Bradley climbs into the Bronco, his white t-shirt speckled see through with rain. The cloud are open and rain falls from them so thick he wants nothing more than to stand up the welcome back party at the Hard Deck. After the way he watched Honey walk away and the fact that he knew he'd be seeing Maverick again after their most recent falling out, the rain seems like a good enough reason to stay in. A call from Phoenix changed his mind, at least partially. 

The Bronco pulls into the hard deck in record time, the rain barely slowing him down. He catches sight of Bob's truck parked near the door and he realizes just how good it will be to see the old team again, to drink at the Hard Deck just like they used to. He can see Penny again, and drink one of her off the menu cocktails and maybe flirt with a bartender if he can find it in himself to do so. 

Bradley unclicks his seatbelt, hand on the doorhandle; he looks down to see the rain markings on the inside of the door, stained into the leather from the last time he saw a storm quite this bad. Bradley thinks of Honey and the way she laughed, the way she looked covered in mud, underneath him, skin warm to the touch even with the chilled rain running over him both. 

That's what happy looks like, Bradley knows that for sure. But, now, Honey is a two-thousand miles and one slammed door away, and Bradley feels like a goddamn broken man. He pushes open the door and lets the rain come in, feeling it on his skin. It's cold and it trails wet lines down his exposed skin. He feels the way his clothes begin to stick to his skin. He swears that he could still feel the way her muddy hands wound around him, pulling him closer. 

Bradley dares to let himself think of her, think of what happy looks like. The rain has never felt so fucking cold. 

[puddle-nerd]

Take Me to Church

Summary: It’s Ronal’s turn.

Or… what happens after shopping with your lovers.

Prompt 19 (Threesome) for my submission for LunasKinktober2023

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Modern AU, Human Tonowari, Human Ronal, Polyamory, M/F/F, Established Relationship, Threesome, Daddy Kink, Mommy Kink, Eating Out, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Voyeurism, Creampie, Song Lyrics

Author’s Note: Hey, so just in case you didn’t read the tags or the warning labels, this is a polyamorous relationship so this one will have Ronal and Reader going to town on each other in this chapter. If you don’t like descriptive scenes depicting woman on woman sexual action, then please don’t read this.

Part 1

Releasing her seat belt, Ronal turned around to face both you and her husband and smirked sharkishly, reminding you both, “It’s my turn.”

Sliding out of the car, you stumbled towards your female lover and happily slid your arms around Ronal’s waist, leaning up to kiss her leisurely. “Hmmm, that is a sight to behold,” Tonowari purred lowly, his eyes darkening as he watched the two women in his life making out. “Shall we take this upstairs, my loves?” Giggling, you followed Ronal into the house, your male lover on your heels after all three of you removed your shoes, and headed up the stairs to the master bedroom. Deciding to be naughty, you reached out and pinched her ass as she climbed up to the next level in front of you, only to yelp when your ass got smacked by a heavy hand. She turned as she neared the doorway and you happily kissed the older woman again, unbuttoning her blouse as you did so.

“Mmm, why don’t you enjoy the show, ‘Wari?” Ronal suggested with a raise of her brows. “I think our little girl wants to play with Mommy now.” You nodded, divesting your lover of her skirt and backing her up onto the bed. When the older woman sat on the edge, you took off your excuse for a thong and kneeled between her knees before you gently nudged her thighs apart and rubbed your lips over her the inside of her leg, looking up at her. “Hello, little sweet thing.”

You kissed the inside of her knee, replying, “Hello, Mommy. May I make you feel good just like you and Daddy made me feel good today?”

“How can you say no to that, sweetheart? You know how good she is with her tongue,” Tonowari smirked, sitting in the armchair tucked into the corner facing the end of the bed. He had divested himself of his clothes and was now lounging as he watched his women. “You did teach her very well.” You blushed at his compliment but your eyes remained focused on your female lover, waiting for her nod, which came a moment later. You grinned and spread her legs a little wider, so happy to nuzzle and kiss your way slowly up her thighs getting closer and closer to the lace panties that separated you from her center.

You met her darkened gaze as you suck a small hickey into the soft skin of her inner thigh, just outside of her underwear. She raised a challenging brow and your moved your nose to caress her through the silk. Her eyes closed slightly as you nuzzled at her clit, licking her through the fabric before you reached up to remove them.

Behind you, Tonowari sighs hungrily, watching avidly.

Ronal spreads her thighs wider at your gentle push after you pulled her panties from her body and sighed as you buried your face against her. The first touch of your tongue against her slick had her making the quietest little noise in the back of her throat. She shifted to lean back and gave you even more access to her cunt. You parted her folds delicately before allowing your thumb to brush over the hood of her clit, watching excitedly as it began to peek out at you.

“Don’t tease, little girl,” your lover hissed.

You smiled like a brat up at her but leaned in and licked a stripe up her dripping entrance to her clit in response, humming as her flavor burst over your tongue. And now that you’d started, it was time to get to work. Pulling her hips, a little closer to your kneeling position, you licked at her cunt and sucked upon her clit in turns, watching her reaction as you ate at her. While slurping on her button always gave you the most reaction and got her wound up the fastest, you wanted to make her last a little bit longer so you took two of your fingers and eased them into her pussy, kitten licking at her teasingly. She was so warm and wet around your digits, you couldn’t help the slick starting to build up between your own thighs.

Behind you, Tonowari grunted.

You looked up and saw Ronal grinning at her husband. She met your gaze and stated, “Looks like he’s enjoying what he’s seeing, sweet little thing. He can’t keep his hands still.”

You released your one lover to glance behind you at the other and sure enough, he had spread his legs and was slowly pumping his renewed erection. You grinned and used your unoccupied hand to flip your skirt up as you spread your own thighs, baring your ass and slickening pussy to his hungry gaze. “Daddy’s got to sit there and watch me make Mommy feel good,” you declared haughtily, wiggling your hips tauntingly at him. If you weren’t careful, he’d bring you over his knee in retribution for being such a spoiled little imp later, not that you’d complain. However, you realized you might get away with it when Ronal chortled at your words before she grabbed you by the back of your head and brought your face between her thighs once more.

“Make Mommy feel good,” she moaned.

You sucked on her clit once more, your two fingers thrusting in and out of her tightening cunt. You could feel her gummy walls beginning to tighten around your digits and worked even faster. You want her to feel good. You need her to feel good.

Unbidden, the lyrics to a song crash through your head…

She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom” The only Heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well

If Ronal was one of your alters, you never wanted to get up from praying on your knees.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t get quite as deep as Tonowari could so you searched for that spot just inside her entrance. She let out a keening mewl when you found it, humping her hips up into your face now. And you wanted her to see the stars you’d basically seen in the back of the truck so you took your free hand and pushed down on the squish of her tummy for added stimulation, sucking harder and finger fucking her fasted. Her hole was beginning to clench down harder and you knew she was getting close, especially with the way she was digging her fingers borderline desperately into the back of your head, positioning you as she needed for the greatest stimulation.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it… Yes!” Ronal chanted, hips beginning to shake as she finally climaxed.

Behind you, Tonowari grunted as he watched his wife reach her peak and tremble as bliss surged through her veins. After licking your female lover clean, she leaned back to catch her breath and you turned, seeing his hand still moving over his length, his brow puckered and his teeth clenched. You turned away from Ronal and crawled over to him, swatting his hands away. He groaned and sat back and let out a noise in the back of his throat as you licked at his leaking tip before sucking it into your mouth.

“Hmmm, come over here, you two.”

You broke away from your male lover to see his wife having removed her lacy bra from herself and pushed herself higher up the bed. She crooked a finger at the two of you to come and join her.

You turned eagerly, only to be stopped when Tonowari put a hand over your belly to halt your movement, the other lifting your top off. “Thank you, Daddy,” you teased, unzipping your skirt and stepping out of it. He unclasped your bra, leaving you in nothing but your knee-high white socks. He left those on you.

You crawled up to Ronal, feeling a large, rough hand caressing your bare ass and shivering when he flicked his fingers through your slick briefly. You kissed her mouth as you sat by her hip, reaching out to cup her full breasts and thumb at her nipples. She bit down lightly upon your bottom lip and moved her face to your neck to leave a hickey of her own while her fingers of one of her hands came to play with your pierced tits gently. You moaned and glanced over at your male love who was stroking his cock lazily as he kneeled between his wife’s legs.

“How do you want us, sweetheart,” Tonowari grunted. He would always defer to his wife in these situations because she was your goddess.

If I’m a pagan of the good times My lover’s the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice

Ronal shifted onto her back a little better after one last sharp bite to the bruise that would surely form upon the side of your throat and then pulled you to straddle her face while facing her husband. You gasped, the second she settled you onto her, between feeling her tongue lapping at you and watching Tonowari sink his cock into her depths, you weren’t going to last long.

You female lover hummed, her nose tapping lightly at your perineum as she lapped at your cunt like a lazy cat.

Tonowari began to move, pulling out slowly and sinking back into his wife, settling her legs about his waist. You moaned, pleasure raking itself up your spine as you watched. Being together like this was fucking amazing. You would like it even better if Ronal had pulled out her strap and settled you into the middle of them but maybe you could do that later. Right now, you could only focus on her tongue plundering your depths, the sigh of your lover’s cock sinking into his wife’s slick pussy, and his mouth on yours as he kissed you heatedly, making an oblong triangle of building satisfaction.

You clung to his shoulders as you tried not to rut your hips over Ronal’s face, even as your pleasure built higher and higher.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you stuttered, feeling delicate fingers plucking at your clit. “Fuck, Mommy, feels good.”

Tonowari began to speed up his movements and grunted, watching his wife eat you with gusto. You were beginning to tremble, your nails digging into his arms as you tried to keep yourself upright while riding his wife’s tongue. “Don’t stop, baby, she looks like she’s about to cum,” he grunted, snapping his hips even harder.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, feeling the tightening in your core as your pleasure built higher and higher. Ronal pinched your clit and you choked on a cry, “Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Oh!”

You quickly dismounted, shivering upon the bedspread as your climax broke through your body and rolled your eyes into the back of your head as the sensations overwhelmed your mind. You blinked and looked over just in time to see Tonowari snarling through a clenched jaw as he came, his voice a rumbling sound that did things to you, his thumb circling her clit to get to her shatter in orgasm as well. Seeing them together like that was something transcendent and you felt blessed to be able to witness it.

If Ronal and Tonowari were your alters, you never wanted to leave your church.

Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me offer you my life 𖥸 · ─────── · 𖥸 · ─────── · 𖥸

Originally Posted: 19 October 2023 Word Count: 1,939

AO3

@pandoraslxna, @eyweveng @teyamsatan @lovefrommeelise

[electricsynthesis]

lance - sorry to teenagers in fanon in 2016 but I don’t think lance would listen to the pop hits of the 2010s. I think lance is too hip for that. He is not listening to pop from 100~ years ago. (Or more, nobody can agree on when the show takes place & I think that’s beautiful). lance is listening to the billboard top 100. He’s listening to what people are talking about . I imagine their pop music as very synthetic, almost edm, with loud vocals over top of it. Less bass than we have in our pop music, more tenor. he’s into particular celebrities and while he likes their music, and he says it’s about the music, he’s more into the celebrities really than the music. he’s into his eras version of, like, Britney Spears. Because they’ve gotta have an edge to them. Some controversy. if they’re too squeaky clean he gets bored

hunk - whatever the sci fi future equivalent of melancholy, heavily vocal guitar indie music. the kind of music that’s more poetry than it is really music. Stuff made by underground artists. it’s all emotional, ranging from sappy to comforting to sad. he likes love songs about pining but they make him really emotional . He also likes pop music generally, soft hip hop and r&b. also atmospheric music. He strikes me as the type of nerd to listen to a lot of video game osts because of the sweeping orchestral vibes, but for some reason refuses to just listen to actual classical music. Feels too pretentious but then he just listens to orchestras perform the video game osts anyway so lol

pidge - god’s most annoying electronica. I think 100 years of sci fi future is going to make hyperpop one of the whackiest music genres and pidge is right there with it. She wants pitchy, bit-crushed squealing. she wants electronic shrieking. she wants voices autotuned to the point of nigh unrecognizability. I think she also listens to more normal electronica, which I think is more mainstream in their era. Stuff we would associate with weird youtube electronica is a whole cast genre. She’s really into it. She knows all the bands, all the subgenres, all the specific sounds of each one. Matt finds this so fucking annoying because she plays it out loud and he h a t e s it. After she joins team voltron lance gets to take over matts place here

keith - forgive me for this, but I do think keith listens to what WE would call numetal. But it’s like. Classic metal, to him. Og metal. Like I think he literally listens to linkin park. I’m saying that keith kogane listens to 100 year old music. He heard it all from his crazy ass paranoid conspiracy theorist father, who only uses analogue tech because he’s terrified of the garrison finding out about his fuzzy purple alien long distance wife and his alien hybrid child. so he plays like, breaking Benjamin cds on an old boombox. This is the only kind of music keith likes . He’s ok with modern metal but he prefers what we would call classic metal. he doesn’t like emo music

allura -

So I have really detailed thoughts on what constitutes “music” and how that may be defined for alien cultures in sci fi. I’ve thought about this extensively since I was 14 and the conclusion I’ve come to is that altean music is the most industrial, heavy, absolutely dark fast paced noisemusic ever conceived. Metal grinding against metal. Plates shrieking against each other. Dull thumping on thick glass. String instruments that squeak and squeal. sudden starts and stops. Heavy drums you can feel in your teeth. clanking. whistling. wheezing. All the kinds of noises you hear in altean music. coran prefers more “classical” altean music, which entails more drums and strings (of the shrieking variety). allura prefers the “modern” (of her youth) altean music, their equivalent to pop, which is more industrial & metal grindy.

She excitedly shows the humans some altean music only to find them absolutely repulsed. Just, like, they’re trying to be nice. But when I say industrial I mean like, a collection of noises that we wouldn’t even categorize as music. so they can’t help the just inherent misunderstanding. except keith, he fucking LOVES it. He goes WILD for it. Allura convinces him to actually dance to it and they just flail around wildly.

he tries to show allura the music that he likes but sadly divorced dad rock doesn’t do much for her. But through their & pidge’s combined efforts into the forays of Abrasive Human Music they discover that allura also really likes death metal

[drghostwrite]

When the music fades…

pairing: Maura Isles x preg!wife!reader

summary: Maura finds reader comfortably at home and has a moment before the unborn baby decides to interrupt.

******************************************************** You stepped into the extra room and sat at the padded bench in front of the beautiful piano, you stretched a well manicured hand forward and brushed the ivory keys, pressing a few and letting the beautiful notes resound.

When you and Maura first got together she learned you could play at your wedding they had a grand piano and you played your first song, she then later bought that piano and it now sits in a beautiful room in your shared house.

You closed your eyes and slowly started to play feeling your baby happily kick, the only other sound in the world that made your baby move so gently and happily was your wife’s voice, you’d spend nights listening as Maura talked to your belly, running skilled fingers along the taut skin a lovestruck smile painting your face, there was nothing in this world that you were more excited for than watching Maura, both of you becomes moms.

You continue to play beautiful music filling the room, you were so focused and unfocused at the same time letting the music take over that you didn’t notice Maura coming home. She called you babe but no answer, that’s when she heard the piano, she slowly approached the room seeing the door cracked. She peeked in and saw you, her gorgeous heavily pregnant wife, the soft sunlight coming through the windows and you eyes closed in front of the grand piano swaying with the sounds of beautiful music.

She smiled to herself before slowly slipping in and walking over to lean on the piano, little did she know you had heard the door creak slowly and light footsteps approached. You finished your song and opened your eyes being met with breathtaking amber orbs beaming down at you.

“I see you’ve been busy today.” Maura smiled at you as she slid up onto the piano.

“I’m always busy, growing a whole human 24/7 remember.” You said with a chuckle pointing at your large bump, getting up from your seat you stepped over in between her legs, you placed your hands on her thighs as she placed a kiss on your lips reaching a hand down to run along your bump.

“Aww but I like you pregnant, your so beautiful and strong, you just amaze me.” She says against your lips placing small pecks in between her compliments.

“mmmm I’m sure you do.” You said laying your head on her chest and listening to her heartbeat as she wrapped you in gentle arms. “How’d everything go for you today?” You asked her.

“Another day in the office, Jane…” usually you would listen intently and let her get things off her chest but this time something peaked your attention and your wife’s voice became background noise, you felt a slight cramping sensation in your lower back wrapping to the front very dull but enough to make itself known.

“…it was interesting but…Y/N?” You’d been made she knew something was up, you slowly pulled back meeting her eyes.

“I’m sure it’s nothing probably just sore from sitting all day, my muscles are getting tired.”

“are you sure?” She said sliding back down so her feet me the floor, she ran a hand up and down your arms as you gave her a reassuring look in response to her concern.

“baby if your not sure we can call the midwife…” she trailed off. That’s when you felt it the liquid running down your legs, making a puddle on the floor.

“Haha nope you’re going to need to call her anyway.” You said looking at the floor feeling as Maura tensed against you.

“okay well um…”

“it’s okay my water broke but we have a plan.”

“mmhmm.” She responded comforting you as you started to worry, “look I’m gonna go call her and let her know what happened meanwhile we’ll run a warm bath to try and get through this.” She shook her head making eye contact with you. You shook your head back.

———time jump———

A couple hours later and you were seated in the large tub in the master bathroom, the warm water giving minor relief as contractions started to take over. You could hear Maura in the other room moving things around and prepping for the midwife, you tried to move but another contraction took over and you let out a loud moan. Maura came into the room gently and saw you in just your sports bra, turned both arms gripped onto the side of the tub your forehead pressed against them as you labored through another contraction. She knelt down in front of you placing a kiss to your head and reaching into the water to run soothing circles on your back the best she could.

“You’re okay, just breathe, you got this…” she said to comfort you.

“Mmm…Maura,” you said lifting your head a little.

“Yes love?”

“ughhh,” you let out another moan the contractions getting closer, Maura lifted your chin and slowly pulled you closer, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, your bottom half still in the warm water, “how soon until the midwife is here?”

“hopefully soon she didn’t say exactly.”

“Oh God, Maura I can feel it….” Tears started to roll down your cheeks, as you buried you face into her neck.

“What can you feel, the head, the baby?” She tried staying calm but that worried her a little.

“The baby, I can feel the pressure building,” you tried whispering through another contraction, “God this hurts.”

“I know love, I know.” She continued rubbing circles into your back. A couple minutes and a few more contractions later and you know you were getting closer.

“Maura?” You said still wrapped around her.

“what it is?”

“this baby is coming and I don’t want to be in this tub, please help me out of this tub.”

“okay, just hold onto me…. Ready?”

You slowly shook your head yes and felt her arms grip around you she started to help you stand and once you were on your feet she guided you out of the tub. You immediately felt another contraction coming, pulling away you leaned onto the vanity counter, Maura came up behind you, and this time she had the access to actually put the pressure on your back and hips, it seeped and gave relief to the sore tensed muscles. She coached you through the next couple until you were ready to move, the closeness of the contractions and the midwife not there yet was worrying her.

———time jump———

15 minutes later you found yourself resting on the bed propped with pillows under you back and a sheet covering your legs, Maura would’ve been fine to leave you uncovered but it felt awkward for you and she’ll do anything to make you feel more comfortable. Angela and Jane had both come by the house to check in but you were laboring hard and so neither came in to bother you and they left, Frankie and Nina had called to wish you the best but ended up quickly talking to Maura before you yelled that you thought the baby was dropping. Not 10 minutes later the midwife comes sprinting up the stairs, apologizing for being late seeing as she got stuck trying to drive here through the city. You couldn’t care less though you were ready to have this baby. You were squatted Maura in front of you as the midwife moved around you two, she had brought a birthing pool but decided there was no time, you heard her run into the bathroom and draw another bath after the one Maura had just drained.

she moved in behind you as you were positioned against Maura on the bed knees spread and you wrapped your arms around her neck, she whispered encouraging words into your ears and massaged her hands against any tense muscles that you allowed.

“Y/N I’m going to need to check you and see how dialated you are, you ready?” You nodded into your wife’s neck and the midwife placed one hand on the small of your back the other reaching around to check dilation. You moaned out as you felt the competing pressure against the already straining muscles.

“Okay so we’re looking at 8 which means baby will be here in no time… I did redraw the tub just in case…”

“I don’t know…” you whined in discomfort.

“baby it’s up to you.” Maura spoke up, running a hand through your hair.

“but… but..uuuhhh.” Another contraction taking over.

“okay, okay breathe baby, just breathe for a minute.”

“Y/N this is all you,” said the midwife as she ran a soothing hand up and down your back “whatever will make you most comfortable, so if this position on the bed works then we can start here.”

“Mmm…”

“Y/N the warm water might help your soreness a little and can help prevent tearing.” Maura started.

“ugghhh, Maura….”

“I know love, I know.” A couple more minutes and two contractions went by and you’d had enough.

“I wanna try the tub.” Both other women share a look before moving quickly, less than five minutes and you were in the tub letting the warm water soothe sore muscles. Maura held you hand and you laid against the back of the tub as the midwife checked you again, 9 cm you were getting closer.

“Maura?”

“yes baby? I’m right here.”

“I need you in here.” You said motioning towards your bump that peeked out of the water, she got the gist and quickly tried climbing in behind you, “no, no, in front of me.”

the midwife and Maura exchanged looks and she reassured your wife that she would take over at go time. You sat you and squatted on your knees in front of your wife, laboring through your contractions. After one particularly strong one you all knew it was time to start pushing so you did at the midwife’s instruction.

“hey Y/N I’m gonna need you to sit back for me so I can see how far along we are.”

“I…I can’t it hurts, I need to push.” You said propping yourself on your elbows against the back of the tub

“I know sweetheart I know but as soon as I’m done checking you can have Maura right back to help you.”

“I want her to do it…” they both shared a confused look between themselves as your head fell back trying not to push through another contraction.

“What?” They both spoke at once.

“I want her to catch… you can do everything else but I want my wife to catch.” The midwife looked at Maura on her knees in front of you who looked terrified for once in her life and chuckled, “if that’s what you want mama I’ll make it happen.”

“Good to uhh…knowww uhhuuhuuu…” you were fighting another wave and this time you pushed, you felt the midwife move her hand from you leg as she checked again, this time you yelled out before she could speak.

“God it burns, oh god it burns.”

“That would be the baby’s head crowning, just give me some small pants in the next contraction.”

“But it feels better if I push…”

“I get that but if you push you risk tearing.”

“just breathe baby, breathe for me.” Maura started panting and you mimicked her breathing. Before you knew it you were through and back to regularly scheduled pushes to meet your baby. A couple pushed later and the midwife was holding your baby’s head and handing it over to Maura.

“just support the head and neck and she pushes the shoulders out.” Maura nodded, focused on the task at hand.

“UgHhhuuuu….” You screamed as one final push gave way to your baby, your wife scooped it up and placed it against your chest allowing skin to meet skin, shrill cries filled the room as the midwife rubbed the baby with a towel and then placed it over the both of you.

“Congratulations mamas you have a beautiful baby girl.”

“We have a baby girl!” Said Maura excitedly.

“wait it’s a girl?” You asked

“Uh yea I looked when Maura picked her up.” The midwife chuckled at your reactions.

“So does that mean?…” maura asked with her gorgeous amber eyes.

“Welcome to the world baby girl…” you said smiling down at her. ———time jump———

the midwife helped you out of the tub and back onto the bed as Maura called everyone to tell them the news, Jane was ecstatic and said she would be the first to visit in a couple days when you were ready. Maura came back upstairs to see you propped up on the bed holding a little pink bundle. She climbed in next to you as the midwife left to give you a moment. You smiled at your wife as she placed a kiss to your lips.

“Alexandra Jane Isles meet you other mommy.” You said putting her in Maura’s arms and watching as she stared in awe.

“Y/N Isles love you so much and I’m in awe of you.”

“Mmhmm just remember that the next time, cause you’ll be carrying.” You both laughed knowing that in reality you wouldn’t mind carrying again, as long as it meant you got one more person to share this love with.