#THE SMILE UNDERWATER THO FUCK FUCK FUCK

[littleoceanbabe]

DAVID FUCKING JENKINS. YOU DID NOT HAVE TO MAKE THAT AS ROMANTIC AS YOU DID BUT HERE YOU ARE. DOING IT ALL FOR US. YOU DROPPED THIS, KING 👑

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

How would Knox Wyatt (Yan! cowboy) react to pregnant reader after finding out he tampered with the condoms she doesn't talk to him and just doesn't function like a normal person? - 🍷anon

Yandere! Cowboy x New in town! Teacher! AFAB! Reader

WHAT IF of a WHAT IF: Reader becomes a broken husk after the baby trapping?

OH NEW ANON! HIIIII :3

Okay, so I was actually contemplating on doing this. Because this is what if of a what if. The pregnancy thing is not cannon to the main plotline, but rather a what if.

But you know what, Fuck it. I'll write it anyways. My OC, my rules. I think.

Tis gonna be short (I apologize, I don't really like "husk/broken reader" asks. But i'm okay with writing it though. Just not my thing. NOT that I don't appreciate your ask tho, Anon!)

Another day at the ranch, another day of work.

Knoxx just finished putting the horses back to their respective areas, and all he wants is to come home and land in your arms.

But his footsteps were heavy as he trudged towards his home.

The birds were humming, the wind howling,

but it didn't do anything to the deafening silence in Knoxx's mind.

Mechanical as his movements may, his heartrate was through the roof as he opened the door.

He imagined you cooking for him, with your hand on your pregnant belly as you smiled at him.

But no, all he can hear is stillness inside the house.

It was never a home.

He walked forward, aprehensive.

He got to the dining room, the food was untouched.

He grabbed it to reheat the soup.

As he poured it on the pot, his tiredness evident, he couldn't help but think about you.

He liked you feisty, alive in spirit.

Not...

His thoughts got broken when he felt a sharp pain on his palm.

He just burned himself.

Running his fingers underwater, he thought back to you once more.

Guilt was filling him inside.

He really shouldn't have done that.

He poured the soup back to the now clean bowl and grabbed it, walking towards your room.

"Darlin... Good afternoon..." He whispered.

The floorboards creaked as he got up to your bed.

You looked lifeless.

Just sitting there, leaning on a pile of pillows as your support. Your pregnant belly the only thing you are actively responding to, caressing it.

"Darlin, let's eat? I'll feed ya again." He whispered, sitting down beside you.

Guilt ate him up as he slowly blew on the spoon with a scoop of soup in it, bringing it to your lips. You weren't responding that much, except for you opening up your lips, just enough for the soup to slip in.

It didn't help too that you were tied to bed.

Not after you tried to miscarry yourself.

Guilt may be eating him up, but he knew that he would do it again.

He's one messed up cowboy.

He stared at the cowboy hat that has been hung on one of the posts of your bed, just beside you.

He will try to reinvigorate you.

He will try to bring life to you once more.

Because you were his.

So please, darlin, come back to him.

Please.

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @malewifediaz @buckaroosheart 💖💖

how did the "fluffy decorating christmas tree fic" turn into eddie being nostalgic about shannon? no idea lmao but I love it haha (also, lowkey a tease for alive shannon bc this hypothetical is what ends up happening there haha) this fic would've been done already if I didn't get sick bc now i'm barely awake at all times and just so fucking tired lol i should finish it next week at the latest tho! (if Eddie doesn't take over and make it super long again haha)

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And Buck knows all that, because he knows Eddie so well, and Eddie- Eddie just loves him so much sometimes it gets overwhelming, just the sheer amount of love he has for this man, who’s currently looking at him with those gorgeous, understanding eyes. And he can’t do anything else but lean in and kiss his pretty pink lips.

“I know.” he whispers, smiling, blinking away tears. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Buck chuckles quietly. Then Eddie looks at Christopher again.

“It’s just hard sometimes, especially during the holidays. She should be here. With Chris.”

“She really should.” Buck wraps one hand around Eddie’s shoulders.

“I think she’d like you.” Eddie muses, leaning his head against Buck’s. “You guys would get along.” He really thinks so, and he also thinks that even if the accident didn’t happen and she didn’t die, he’d eventually give her the divorce she asked for, and inevitably date Buck anyway – he doesn’t think there’s any universe, any scenario, any path he’d take, where he and Buck don’t end up falling in love. If he believed in it, he’d say it’s fate or destiny or some shit like that. (Maybe he does believe, just in this one instance, but no one has to know).

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[blacklegsanjiii]

this might be strange but what about fishman!sanji? as in, Sanji is raised on Fishman Island? he escaped Germa but nearly drowns if it wasnt for a fishman who rescued the strange human and he was brought down to be nursed back to health. If Jinbei's still there then maybe he argues to look after the kid as proof of improving human-fishman relations and Sanji is very happy to be there because!! he's actually in the sea!!! he always loved the ocean and fish and swimming and surely the fishmen can help him find All Blue (they dont know how but are endeared enough to let him expllore their archives for clues)

sanji ends up being a huge difference in terms of fishman attitudes towards humans because its so hard for anyone to hate this excitable kid who genuinely thinks fishmen and mermaids are cooler than humans and is obsessed with figuring out how to cook underwater. sanji is a little hesitant with the royals due to general trauma but ends up getting close to them! closest to jinbei tho, shark dad for the win!!

i picture sanji either meeting the crew at the baratie, maybe on one of his excursions to find clues on the all blue, or maybe at sabaody, because he snuck away from the island to try to save camie and any other enslaved mermaids. or maybe something else? rest is up to your brilliant mind <3

Sanji weak and fresh out of the dungeon in the ocean drowning and is found by a fishman. The fishman knows something is terribly wrong so he takes Sanji to Fishman Island and presents Sanji to Jinbei who as a former slave would be able to help the boy more. Jinbie spends a lot of time with Sanji, studying the boy and helping him. Trying to gauge how deep the trauma runs and it's deep. Sanji is skittish, not just from fishman but mer people and others too. Even his time on land has him hiding behind Jinbei.

He tells Jinbie about his dream and Jinbei offers to introduce him to the royals and help get him access to the archives. Sanji is shaking and doing his best and when the king asks about his fear Jinbei says it's not through prejudice but trauma. Trauma from royals specifically. The king nods and grants Sanji access so Jinbei takes him and Sanji flits around the room looking, he starts getting excited after a while. He's flitting around and talking animatedly about the All Blue. Jinbei smiles very fondly at the boy in front of him.

Jinbei helps him for weeks but they find nothing so they talk to travelers and nomads and migratory fishman and merpeople. They never find out but Jinbei teaches him cooking. How they cook underwater and what they eat and the diet he as a fishman follows.

Also in line with everyone but Mihawk, Jinbei absolutely takes Sanji to Warlord meetings and gets him into some of the archives and libraries. He talks to other humans about the All Blue. Sanji is an actual delight to have at Warlord meetings. Sometimes he'll bring snacks or Fujitora will take him to the kitchen to cook something and eat and tell the boy stories. Sanji still asks everyone about the All Blue.

Sanji grows up like a fucking immaculate swimmer. He can hold his breath for ages and dive so fucking deep. He calls Jinbei dad around eleven and just keeps it going. Jinbei smiles every time his son calls him that.

When Sanji is old enough he sets out to go search for the All Blue and gets a job at Baratie to find information from other travelers. Which is how he gets into the Strawhats crew. Everything is canon until Sabaodyish when they meet Chamie who is talking to Sanji like they're old friends and Sanji mentions off handedly he grew up on Fishman Island.

And when they get there after the time skip and the royals are welcoming Sanji back and everyone is confused again. Jinbei comes by to join the Strawhat crew and he and Sanji are hugging and calling him 'dad' and Luffy is like "oh, that's why all the warlords seemed to know you. How come crocodile didn't recognize you in Alabasta?"

"Probably because I never really talked to them, sometimes I would bring snacks but mostly I was looking for clues to the All Blue." Sanji shrugs.

And then obviously Jinbei promises to meet up with them soon and of course the next time we see him is in WCI and Jinbei listens to his son about not killing his birth family. Once they're in the clear Sanji and Jinbei are sitting together and Jinbei says if they step even a millimeter out of line they are dead. Sanji nods and says they have more important things to worry about. Jinbei nods and agrees and pats his son's head.

[theotherbuckley]

WIP Wednesday 🖋️

Tagged by @daffi-990 💗

Here’s more healing fic.. I’m not that happy about this snippet honestly there’s a lot of this fic that idk it doesn’t feel right but ah it is what it is. I do really like the last sentence of this though. Anyway, I’m gonna write more tomorrow I might go through the fic and just make it better tho idk we will see.

Buck returns to work the next day, promising himself that he won’t let anyone down.

He’s being naïve — in hindsight he’s not sure how he ever thought things would just get better because he said so.

He’s so fucking naïve.

He goes back to work and pretends he’s happy. He’s happy. He bounces up the stairs to the loft, in his long-sleeved uniform telling himself that he’s excited, that he’s not feeling like the world is crushing him. He is excited to see everyone. To be home.

He sees Hen first, she smiles at him and wraps him up in a big hug. “Buck!” she exclaims.

“H–Hi Hen.”

“It’s not the same here without you, I’ve had nobody to make fun of, Chimney would be disappointed.”

“Hey!” Buck turns towards Eddie, as if to say ‘look at this slander’. Except Eddie isn’t there. Because Eddie doesn’t work there anymore. Because Eddie left the 118.

Because Eddie left him.

It’s not that he forgot. He couldn’t forget if he tried. It’s just, he just wanted to be home so much that he forgot that his home was falling apart.

The light dims from his eyes, and he tries to keep a smile on his face but he knows the moment when Hen realises he’s not okay.

“Buck?”

“Yeah, I— I’m fine, I’m good.” He lies, plastering a bigger smile on is face. He hopes it’s enough.

“I know it’s not the same without them here,” Hen continues. “But, we’ve got each other, and I mean you’re not so good at Mario Kart but—”

“Hey! I could beat you any day.” He laughs at the tease though his mind just gives him images of nights spent at the Diaz house, Christopher between him and Eddie, laughing, crying, playing video games and feeling like a real family. He hasn’t seen Christopher in a month.

He laughs at himself. He’s not their family.

He’s a liar, and a home wrecker. A broken man who doesn’t deserve them. Doesn’t deserve him.

Maybe he shouldn’t be here at all.

It’s not a surprise when it happens. When the remnants of his façade cracks and then shatters all at once. He is grateful though, when he finds he is not alone in picking up the pieces.

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[thatgirlonstage]

It's been so long since I thought about 07-Ghost and then you resurrect in the year of our lord 2024. I might have to reread it, it's been *so long*

LISTEN

I PLAYED

MYSELF

IN THE STUPIDEST

WAY

POSSIBLE

I’m doing a fandom fic alphabet bingo thing, right, except that now 9-1-1 is in the mix bc I was frothing at the mouth to turn Evan Buckley into a mermaid and I’m gonna be annoyed if I get all the letters and then there’s just an annoying 9 hanging out at the start so now it has to be alphanumerical and I straight up don’t think I have seen or read something for every NUMBER, especially going strictly on “it has to start with the numeral and Ao3 has to sort it that way.” (Eg: Re:Zero doesn’t count for 0, it counts for “R”)

So I am literally just like. Clicking around at random into ao3 categories to see what other fics already exist for certain numbers in case they might be shows I can watch to solve this problem I’ve created for myself. And I google 07-Ghost and get told “this is a sci-fi/fantasy show about a boy with amnesia” and I’m like cool, that sounds reasonably like my shit, I’ll check it out, but honestly if zero is a number I have to leave off that’s okay, I can live with that. I need to emphasize I had never in my life heard of this show. I knew nothing about it going in except what I’ve just said.

I watch the first episode and I’m like cool this seems reasonably like my shit, also, that homoeroticism with Mikage tho 👀 as long as they keep doing that it’s definitely at least worth sticking around for lmao

(At this interlude I DID see the cover of the first volume and get told what magazine it was published in so I was clued in that Certain Things Were Happening On Purpose, but still, yknow, whether or not the flavors are gonna click was still up in the air.)

I watched several more episodes.

And it ate

my damn

brain.

I don’t know if I can pinpoint the moment that first Got me but I can tell you that the moment it went from “oh no I’m obsessed” to “o h n o” was the fucking,,,,, underwater prison scene, because he SMILED and I perished and I’ll never be okay again. (I’m legally obliged to note that I fucking wept at Mikage’s death but it did have to be Frau who carried me over the line of “I am enjoying this anime” to “I need the rest of this story Fucking Immediately”)

SO THAT BY THE TIME I REACHED THE END OF THE ANIME I ALREADY KNEW I WAS GONNA HAVE TO GO BUY THE MANGA BECAUSE I NEED. TO READ THE REST OF IT.

BUT THE DAMN THING IS OUT OF PRINT

Some of the volumes are still reasonably easy to find but SOME OF THEM ARE NOT and I’ve just spent WEEKS intermittently trawling secondhand book sites waiting for someone to post vol 4 at a reasonable price because for weeks the only copies that have been available are posted for five hundred american dollars

(Thank you random eBay user who posted it for an actual normal human price to pay for a book the other night I owe you my fucking life)

(“Just read the scanlations” I’ve heard they’re not great? No idea if that’s just detritus rumors from old fandom wars or what but still, I do wanna have the physical volumes anyway)

So anyway. Hi. Hello. I’m fucking delighted to discover you know this show. Can I come scream at you about Teito and his boyfriends? They’re in love and it’s ruining my life.

Points at Evan Buckley. Somehow this is all your fault.

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 12

Hiiiiii! In the next chapter Haymitch will return. THANKS SO MUCHHHHH FOR THE COMMENTS!! Those made me soooo happyyyy!

MASTERLIST

*gif not mine* I was thinking about her as Daisy, with raven hair of course. Tell me what you think!

12. Friends

You wake up to the sunlight, even if you know that it is not really the sun. You’ve had some meat strings from Lora’s backpack for dinner so you are not starving, but you are still hungry in the morning. Good thing you are used to being hungry, thanks District 12 you guess. You wonder if there is any food left in the arena, if they put it in the arena or if you are supposed to kill a shark.

Stupid games. It was Perla’s turn to guard, and you see her, eyes open, a blank expression on her face. What the hell do they do to you, Perla?

«Ehi girl, we have to wake up.» 

You don’t really want to wake up Lora, who’s curled up against you. She had the first turn to guard and she deserves a good sleep. She didn’t deserve to be in the games, she is so young.

“And you deserve it?”, a voice asks you in your mind. “You don’t deserve to get out of it alive?”. You have a mother too, a family too.

She believes in you. You could kill her right now and she believes in you so much she sleeps on your lap. It’s not safe. And that place is messing with your head so much you actually thought about it.

«Lora?» You tentatively ask, stroking her brown hair.

«Five minutes.» She begs, and you smile because she looks like a child.

«I usually am the spoiled baby, if I have to behave like a proper adult a little more I’ll go crazy.» You joke, whispering that in her ear, and she laughs. At least you made her laugh.

«Perla can be the adult.» She points out, and the blue eyed girl snorts.

«No way, I want to be as spoiled as you two are. Let’s stay here for another minute.» And with that decision she climbs on top of you and now the three of you are wrapped in a hug. It feels good to have a friend.

While you are here, stroking Lora and Perla’s hair, you begin to hear a sound. It’s a weird, low sound that you quite can’t put a finger on.

«Is that…?»  You turn your head, and you immediately know that the jokes are to be put aside. You just forgot for a minute where you were. 

«Water?» Perla guesses. You are not sure of what it is, but you know that the game masters don’t want you three to be where you are right now, and so they have to move you. That could mean death.

«Fuck.»

You begin to run, hands to hands to the girls until you lose each other. The noise is near now, and you can hear water coming down violently in a cascade. Are they trying to flood the caves? Because there is a shark out there and you don’t want to be in underwater caves. 

«Do you know how to swim?» Perla yells, clearly worried. Perla is from the sea district, those kids know how to swim even before they know how to walk, they are little mermaids. In District 12 it is not mandatory to know how to swim, most people work in the mines, mostly men, and sometimes we hunt. Not you, tho, you don’t like to kill animals. Holly, however, was strict in her education and cautiously taught you all the skills that she could when you were a child. She used to say “One less thing that could harm you”, and that meant knowing herbs, basic survival skills like how to light a fire, and of course swimming in the lake. 

«Yes!» You answer because you don’t want to worry the girl, and you can hear Lora giving her the same answer. Good, so you don’t have to protect each other. 

You run and you prepare yourself to be hit by the water. You try to catch your breath, but it’s not easy, the water is violent and the impact is scary. You are dragged and you are almost sure you are going to die, the water is so cold it’s hard on your skin, you try to breathe without success and you don’t have any control on your body, that is being smacked around in the cave’s walls. 

You can hear a voice, a familiar voice, the voice of the man that you love, your mother’s, your best friend. They are begging you, it doesn't suit them, they never beg. Stay alive, stay alive, stay alive. 

The next moment you open your eyes your throat hurts like hell, like the moment when Clark tried to choke you. Your eyes don’t want to collaborate, as for a minute you can’t see anything apart from light. You don’t think you are dead, though, because there is no music, your whole body is killing you (and that would be unfair if you were already dead, wouldn’t it be?) and most importantly there is no food. 

You spit water and you try to understand where you are. It is not ice, which is good considering there is a shark out there. 

You are too scared of the shark. You have to remember that it’s not only a shark, it’s not a normal animal, it is released to have a shock effect when nobody is doing anything. 

But then again, you are District Twelve, and it is almost mandatory that this year District Twelve doesn’t win, no matter what you did for Snow or how good you were in the parade and in the interview. Katniss plants confirmed that for you. It is probably why Snow used you to get rid of his political opponent, you were going to die in a week no matter what.

Still, this is not ice, this is artificial. You are in the Cornucopia.

That makes you alive, which is good, and exposed, which is bad. If anyone had a bow and an arrow you are dead, so you have to hide. 

You have no idea where Perla and Lora are, you hope the water didn’t kill them and they are okay, but you don’t dare shout their names in the air.

You try to step up and you have to put a mouth on your hand not to scream. Your legs, your ribs, everything you could think of in your body hurt like hell. Still you have to get up if you don’t want to die, and you made a promise so you can’t, so you limp into the Cornucopia. This is, the Cornucopia is a small room that looks like an armoury. On the walls there are a lot of weapons, daggers, a bow and an arrow, a lot of empty spaces, and you immediately look at a pair of skates. You have to have them, to run on the ice. 

You reach for them with your bare hands when you hear a noise behind you. You turn around, and you find the one person you don’t want to see. 

«Clark.»

His eyes are spirited, like he has seen things he wasn’t ready to see. His shirt is open, revealing a huge scar that couldn’t be because of the Hunger Games. Daddy dearest, you think.

«Hello again, Daisy.»

His face has a huge scar and you don’t think he can see from the right eye. 

He is still handsome, tho. Green eyes like his sisters, blonde hair. That could mean sponsors? Maybe they asked to specifically sponsor him and not the District, maybe now he is well fed and you are not.

«Clark, I don’t want to harm you. We can talk about it, ok? We can be allies.» You hate him in your guts, but if all the story in your head is true there is no need to die. Not for him, but for Dianna. For Madge, who is his cousin and you really like Madge. And because it would hurt Haymitch not to save him, and you love him. 

«Oh, but the thing I want to harm you.» He grins and he traps you under his body. You try to scratch him with your nails and punch him in his lower parts, but it seems to be ineffective, he is too strong and too fit and too determined to kill you.

«You stupid, we could win!» You try to make him resonate with you, but you understand something. He is looking for an excuse to harm you. Your minds are simply different, you hate him but you don’t want to be the cause of his pain, he is absolutely sure you are a bad thing to extirpate, a bad plant he has to burn so it can’t convert the other poor plants in the district. It is an honour for him to be here at this moment. 

«I will win, you will die.» He says it like it’s a fact already decided. 

He wins, you lose. 

No!, a voice tries to wake you. Fight! You can’t let him win, you can’t let him take away your life! You worked hard, you deserve it!

You thought the voice was Haymitch, or Holly, or maybe Effie. But you were wrong before. It’s your voice.

In that moment you don’t think about him, you think about Dianna, the little girl who was your best friend when you were kids, the beautiful girl with green eyes and blonde hair that kisses you on the cheek too much to be just a friend, your first kiss on the lips, so good, so delicate. You think about Dianna, beaten by her father because of your kiss, a black shadow around her eye, that cries and begs her father not to harm you while he is punching you in the stomach. 

You were fourteen.

Clark was there, watching, and you still don’t know if he was disgusted by you or satisfied by his father’s actions.

He deserves it.

«Don’t worry, I will take care of your sister.» You whisper with your last straw of voice.

You take the skate and with the last straw of strength you cut his throat. 

When Perla and Lora see you, they find you in a pool of blood, still in shock. You killed before, but you knew Clark. He wasn’t some Capitol Bastard who wanted to assault you and the other victors, and Snow didn’t order you to kill him or he would’ve harmed Effie and Haymitch.

He was a bastard, and he wanted to slaughter you. But he was from home, he hated Capitol, he hated the games. 

You just know Dianna is crying right now at home, maybe her parents are giving the blame to her because you killed him. All the people in the district hate you now? Because you took Clark away from them? Holly will not be proud. She will look you in the eyes and she will realise that the girl that she raised is not there anymore and now you are nothing but a murderer. You know how they watch Haymitch when he is in the market, even he buys something from everyone everyday with his victor’s money to help them. They respect him, but they fear him. They are well aware he is capable of killing people to save himself, that he has blood on his hands.

And Haymitch, saints, Haymitch. He was trying to save Clark from death, he was trying to save the both of you from the death and you of all people burned his plan to the ground. Will he hate you too? You don’t want to be hated by the person you are in love with, but maybe you deserve it.

You are a murderer. Again. 

«I am sorry…» You whisper without any strength in your voice and you watch them with watery eyes. «I didn’t want to… I didn’t, he was from home…»

«I know, I know.» Perla carries you up, away from the body. 

«They will hate me, tributes don’t kill tributes from their district.» You are lost, still clearly upset, and even if you tell yourself to shut up your mouth doesn’t want to listen to you. You shake so much it hurts. Lora looks at you with her big brown eyes and you think that maybe she can see the monster too now, the charade is finished. 

«Listen to me, ehi, listen to me.» She says instead. You try to watch her, really look at her, without thinking things. 

She keeps going. «You did what you had to do. These are the Hunger Games, not peek a boo. Everybody knows that, and nobody will think you are a bad person. He was going to kill you, wasn’t he?»

You nod. «Yes.» You whisper.

«Yes.» She repeats and she hugs you tight. «You think you can carry a weapon?»

You have to if you want to live. 

«I don’t know if I can stay up.» You admit. All the bones in your body don’t cooperate. 

«You can’t?» Perla comes closer, and she is worried, almost angry. «You are sure you can’t?»

«No, I’m not but… I think I’ve got a broken rib or something like that.»

They look at each other. And then Lora talks. «If we want to do it it’s better to do it now.»

«It’s too soon.» Perla debates.

«It’s now or never!»

You can feel the fear growing in your body. Are they going to kill you? Are they deciding if they want to kill you now in front of you? Well, it is fair. You can’t go away, you are traumatised, your legs won’t cooperate to save you. And you don’t have a weapon in your hand, the skates are near Clark’s body, away from you. 

But why save you before? «Don’t, please.» You try to beg, and tears start streaming down your face.

You don’t want to die, but you don’t stand a chance against two people who are not harmed and maybe they also have a dagger.

«Daisy we don’t… we don’t want to…» Perla starts, but you are scared. You are terrified. You knew the day was going to come, that an ally in the hunger games is not a forever ally, but you thought the careers or the shark would have come sooner than them. You don’t want to be killed off by your friends.

Are you naive? To you, they are friends. You shared a dramatic experience, it’s not something you can share with everybody.

«Don’t come any closer!» You shout and you try with all your strength to stand up, only to collapse a moment after.

«Don’t be stupid we are not trying to kill you.» She keeps saying. Is it not like she would say “Oh yeah, we are about to plan your death.” 

You can’t do anything but back away. And back away, and back away.

«Don’t come closer to the ice!» Lora shouts. She seems scared, and you are torn. In the water there is something you know is just begging for you to come near. The game makers are probably waiting for the District 12 girl to die, after Clark. 

«It’s the shark or you!» You yell back.

«Daisy. Try to hold on as much as you can.» Perla tells you, and you suddenly remember Primrose’s words after the reaping.

“Like Uncle Haymitch alway says”, try to hold on as much as you can, the little girl said after a hug. How could she know that? 

And the world begins to shake. And you feel a sudden pain on the nape and everything turns black.

[wint3r-h3art]

Imagine reader is a mutant who breaths underwater and has glowing freckles all over her body whenever she is somewhere dark like at night or in a dark room or in a cave.

So her and namor are sitting on a dock looking at the star and all he is looking is her, staring at her freckles. She looks back and him with a confused smile. His hand slowly touches her cheek and he pulls her into a sweet passionate kiss. he pulls away and says “marry me”

Omfg what if she glows when she feels strong emotion tho….like at that exact moment her freckles just glowed when she’s flustered/surprised. Namor clearly can see it, and he feels even more nervous about her answer Askkdkdkwkxkcmckks

“The star may shine brightly tonight, my dear, but you—you shine brighter. Marry me.”

IM FUCKING SENT. GOODBYE

[girlinthetardis04]

LIVE THUNDER SAGA REACTION!!!!!!

Because I wasn't in time with the other releases sadly, but caw caw motherfuckers it's the 4th of July so happy drop day to ME!

Suffering - Different Beasts

Who's singing? PENELOPE??????

ARE THOSE THE SIRENS????????? Or is this just a dream he's having? Hmmmm...

Penny I'll jump in the water for you! Wait did he say daughter? ...Ody would be a great girl dad tho, change my mind.

OH MY GOD I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE THE TRANSITION BETWEEN THE TWO SONGS OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!

I FUCKING KNEW IT THOSE WERE SIRENS

"Cut off their tails, leave them to drown" ??????????????

Damn, he's really taking Poseidon's advice to heart, huh?

Wait can sirens even drown, I thought they could breathe underwater... although if they can't move, having their tails cut off and all...hmmm... or maybe they're the classic Greek bird sirens...

Daddy chill 😬

Wait, was it just my impression or did the chanting of "Odysseus" sound like the chanting of "Poseidon" at the start of "Ruthlessness"?

★I love how differently Mr. Jalapeno handled the sirens. In the original Odyssey, Odysseus had himself tired to the mast so he could listen to their song (which highlighted his hubris, that was much more evident in the original text) but having him use the beeswax and read their lips was extremely clever. ★

Scylla

Hmm... Not a huge fan of her voice... Doesn't really fit a monster...

EUCALYPTUS YOU BITCH!!!!!!!

Omg, the "Full Speed Ahead" callback!??!

I genuinely can't understand the lyrics, but I know bad shit is happening. Wait, is that a bit of "Survive" thrown in there?

Nevermind about her voice, it's great 😳

★ Ok, I'm very glad I read the Odyssey when I was 9, because I have a hard time with the lyrics sometimes. I know in this part Ody had to choose between sailing closer to Scilla (which would probably kill up to six men) or closer to Cariddi (which would definitely kill all of them), so I'm assuming this is the bit where the sailors bit it or got bit, as it were★

Mutiny

-Ok, I had to pause here because I was absolutely enraged-

I'M SORRY???? I'M SORRY???? WHO WAS THE BITCH THAT OPENED THE WIND BAG, BLOWING EVERYONE TO WHERE POSEIDON WAS, COSTING YOU 558 MEN, WHICH FORCED ODYSSEUS TO OPEN THE WIND BAG AGAIN, WHICH BLEW EVERYONE TO CIRCE'S ISLAND, WHERE YOU NEARLY LOST THE REMAINING FORTY MEN, AND IN FACT, YOU VOTED IN FAVOUR OF LEAVING THEM BEHIND AND SKEEDADDLING, BUT NOOOO, SIX MEN IS WHERE YOU DRAW THE LINE???? YOU HYPOCRITE

Why does this sound like a fighting game miniboss battle?

WHO JUST GOT STABBED?? ODYSSEUS?????

"Where are we?" "Moo" 10/10, no notes

"Don't open the bag"

*proceeds to open the bag*

"Don't kill the cattle"

*proceeds to kill the cattle*

ODY CANON NICKNAME????

Honestly, 99% of the shit Ody goes through

THE JUST A MAN CALLBACK???????

OH THAT IS IT, EURYLOCHOS, GET OVER HERE, I'M THROWING HANDS

Yeah, ok, as an Odyssey reader, everybody gonna die, I been knew, let's move on.

Thunder Bringer

★LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO THUNDER BRINGER, THE SONG I'VE SPECIFICALLY BEEN WAITING FOR, I'M READY BABY, WHOOOO★

Is that the same theme as in God Games??????

Mr Zeus's voice actor, spectacular job, chef's kiss, no notes. Also I saw the animatic trailer, and at the cost of being smited, I get it. I get it.

The way King of Ithaca sounds so mocking coming from Zeus omg.

I VOTE EURYLOCHOS!!!! I VOTE HE DIES!!!!

The crew. I vote the crew. Ody. C'mon. There's only 40 of them left, what is even the point.

Oooh, the call backs??? This should be called the Callback Saga.

"but we'll die" FUCKING KARMA BITCH, SHOULDA THOUGHT ABOUT IT

★No joke, I love the chorus for this song so much, I just laid on my bed staring at the ceiling and smiling like an idiot 😃 <- me, ca 10 minutes ago★

[the-whispers-of-death]

Now onto the soldiers

Eclipse soldiers don't get names, just callsigns, but they'll make up fake names for themselves and keep them secret from higher-ups

Callsign: Dragon

Date of birth: 1988, February 7

Ethnicity: Chinese/Korean

Height: 6'8

Enhancements: Speed, high regeneration, fire durability, tougher skin, enhanced sense of smell

Dragon was one when he got enrolled into the Eclipse program. His parents died in a fire on 1989, May 1st, and Dragon got into the program on August 6th he doesn't remember the name his parents gave him, but he gaslights himself into thinking he remembers his mom's smile

He's pretty distant and closed off, and he has dissociating problems. He's quiet and rarely talks if it's not for a mission. He doesn't even get exited. When he was about 15, he started randomly getting anxiety attacks, and he was always anxious. He met a strange man, and he said Dragon had an anxiety disorder although he doesn't remember that at all. He has a really bad memory as well.

Callsign: Prince

"Name":Dove

Date of birth: 1989, December 16

Ethnicity: Congolese, Ghanaian

Height: 5'11

Enhancements: can breathe underwater through his skin, being able to fight in his sleep, night vision, presence concealing

He is the first soldier to choose his callsign. When he was five or six, he broke into one of the scientists' offices, and there were a bunch of Prince albums and a record player. So he grabbed the first album he saw (Purple Rain), played it, and he was obsessed. He named himself after his favorite song on the album "When Doves Cry"

He's quite the emotional young man as well. He will cry in his room over the fact that he has no freedom and cry over the fact that someone stole the last pudding out of the share fridge in the cafeteria. dramatic. Extra and dramatic.

He so badly wants to retire and never look back. He's been stealing tiny trinkets from the Eclipse base in order to make stuff to make his grand escape.

Callsign: Mac

"Name": Lux

Date of birth: 1989, July 1

Ethnicity: Egyptian/Turkish

Height: 5'1.6

Enhancements: Extremely strong (like Hulk strong), speed, jump boost, Strong bite force (3,689 pounds per square inch (psi)), tough exoskeleton, 360 vision

A stubborn human Chihuahua. Is snarky, an ass, overly confident (he can back it up tho it ain't all talk) aggressive. You name it. Makes "dragon my balls" jokes to Dragon (Dragon finds them funny). Dove hates him, and Mac hates him back. He eats like he has a bottomless pit for a stomach. Surprisingly, short jokes don't get to him. But if you use him as an armrest, he'll bits your hand off. Bites a lot. Can unhinge his jaw like a snake. Has two rows of teeth.

Callsign: Antares

"Name": August

Date of birth: 1980. Month and date are unknown.

Ethnicity: Greek

Height: 6'10

Enhancements: Poison and venom immunity, high intelligence (an IQ of 379), increased sight (can see about 90 yards ahead of him very well), increased presence sensing, heighted reflexes

Antares was 6 when he was enrolled into Eclipse, so he knows his real name. He doesn't tell anyone, though. A result of being experimented on is that his skin is always dry and flaky and itchy. Extremely sarcastic and over everyone's bullshit. He could probably escape if he tried, but he has no motivation. He's tired. Very depressed. His parents were abusive, but he doesn't really remember them. The experiments fucked with his brain.

Look at my babiessss

-🔮

Stone, sees Antares, an older, taller man: *slowly moving forward and trying hard not to drool*

Kali, picking Stone up: You can't just drool over every older man.

Kali's a party pooper. I love them all. Mm, yes, I think I will think about wrapping all of them in blankets and cuddling them. Mhm.

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Midnight Meal (or, In This World, It's Eat or Be Eaten, and Really, I Think I'd Rather Eat)

Synopsis: Isaac becomes someone else’s food for a change :)

Content: Gore, vivisection, cannibalism, drugging (nonconsensual), broken ribs, begging, immortal whumpee, whumper turned whumpee (sorta, I haven’t posted too much whumper Isaac stuff tho), cannibal/nonhuman whumper, and I’m probably missing a fair amount of stuff but yeah lots of violent content, also emetophobia warning, dead dove do not eat

Tagging: @worldofwhumpcraft @meowsikbox @brutal-nemesis @whumpwillow

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Isaac’s return to consciousness was not a smooth one. His head was swirling, pounding with pain, and he could barely think straight. His eyes were shut closed, and he barely had the strength to open them. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he was really awake.

Something in the distance made a sound. Isaac vaguely wondered what it was, with some effort, he slowly cracked his eyes open.

The room he was in was dimly lit, and it was hard to see. He squinted a bit, trying to make out his surroundings. He didn’t know where he was, but he had a premonition that this wasn’t a familiar place to him.

Isaac knew that he was sitting down, and he tried to stand up, but he couldn’t move. His motions were weak, and something was pulling against his movements, preventing him from getting up. It was incredibly frustrating, but eventually, he stopped trying.

He heard someone speak. “¿ʎpɐǝɹʅɐ ǝʞɐʍɐ ǝɹ╻no⅄” they asked. Their voice sounded like it was underwater, distorted and hard to make out.

It took all his strength, but Isaac lifted his head, and found himself face to face with the owner of the voice. A woman with yellow hair and a sweet, sinister smile.

He didn’t recognize her, but he had a feeling that he knew her. Who is she? Isaac racked his brain, but he couldn’t remember this woman.

She stuck something into his arm, and he felt a small prick. It took him a few seconds to swing his head around to look at it. A row of needles, connected to tubes, lined his arm. Isaac was confused. What were those doing there?

“.ɥƃnouǝ ƃuoʅ ɹoⅎ uʍop noʎ dǝǝʞ pʅnoɥs ʇᴉ ʇnꓭ .ʍouʞ I ʻsƃnɹp ⅎo ʇunoɯɐ ǝuɐsuᴉ uɐ sᴉ sᴉɥꓕ”

Isaac didn’t say anything. His mouth was too dry, and he wasn’t really sure who she was speaking to anyways.

“¿ǝɯ ɹɐǝɥ uǝʌǝ noʎ uɐϽ” The woman paused in her speaking. “.ɹǝʌǝʇɐɥϺ”

She bent down, and a hand brushed his chest. He wasn’t able to flinch away.

She raised something that glinted in the dim light. Isaac stared at it, but he didn’t realize what it was until it started to cut into him oh god it’s cutting him open—

Isaac tried to jerk away, do anything, anything at all, but he couldn’t. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not to him. The blood running down his chest and staining his shirt was the only indicator of what was happening. He couldn’t feel the knife at all.

Sharp fingernails lodged their way into the cut, anchored under the flesh and muscle, and tore. Tore his chest open with a sickening, wet sound. It took his breath away for a moment. He looked down, and regretted it, a scream dying on its way to his lips.

God, he could see his fucking organs. His heart was beating rapidly inside his ribcage, and blood was spilling everywhere. Isaac was sure he had seen a sight like this hundreds of times before, but this? This was different. This was his body. It felt disgusting.

Isaac moved his head to the side just in time and vomited onto the floor.

The woman only chuckled and said “.ɥsᴉɯɐǝnbs os ǝɹǝʍ noʎ ʍouʞ ʇ╻upᴉp I”

Questions swirled in his head, compounded by fear. His heart pounded rapidly and his breathing quickened. Isaac couldn’t really think of much at all, but one thought was prominent above all else.

What are you going to do to me?

A hand reached into his exposed viscera, and he couldn’t even move away. Not for lack of trying, though. Isaac felt a dull pain, but that wasn’t even the worst part. No, it was looking down and seeing someone do this to him.

He shut his eyes tightly, but a sharp burst of agony caused him to cry out and open them again.

The woman was holding something spongy and reddish-brown. It took a couple of moments for Isaac to remember, but he recognized it as a liver. He felt something missing in his abdomen and realized that she was holding his liver.

He coughed, feeling nauseated.

The woman tilted her head and smiled. “.ǝʇsɐʇ oʇ ƃuᴉoƃ s╻ɹǝʌᴉʅ ɹnoʎ ʍoɥ ɹǝpuoʍ I .ɐɥɐɥ ʻnoʎ ⅎo ʇno punos ɐ ʇoƃ ʎʅʅɐuᴉⅎ I”

She started to feast on his liver, and the sloppy, wet sounds of chewing permeated his brain. It was repulsive. He swung his head to the side and vomited again.

“¿uǝppns ɐ ⅎo ʅʅɐ ǝʇɐɔᴉʅǝp os ʎɥϺ ¿ooʇ ǝɹoⅎǝq sᴉɥʇ ǝuop noʎ ʇ╻uǝʌɐɥ ʻʎǝH”

The yellow-haired woman reached into his viscera again and ripped out his spleen. The shock hurt, hurt so much more than the pain. Horrible horrible horrible this is horrible—

She continued to rip out parts of his body and devoured them like a hungry wolf. Isaac recognized every one.

Gallbladder. Pancreas. Stomach. Kidneys.

He wished that he didn’t know what they were. His head spun with utter disbelief and pain.

He watched her eat every one of the organs in his abdomen, unable to tear his eyes away from the carnage. Well, he couldn’t be sure it was all of his organs, but it felt that way. He felt a horrific emptiness in his body where there shouldn’t have been any.

“.ʎɹƃunɥ ʅʅᴉʇs ɯ╻I .ɯH”

A hand wrapped around one of his ribs. Isaac was puzzled, trying to figure out what it was doing there.

A sickening crack and a sudden, searing pain answered his questions. The woman twirled his broken rib in her hands, and Isaac could only watch, incredulous.

She reached for another one.

Isaac couldn't take this any more. He was tired and in agony and why couldn’t she just leave him alone? In a panic, he choked out a protest.

“N-no, no, no, g-g-god, don’t— don’t.”

He wasn’t sure if his words were even audible. The woman just laughed and said, “¿ǝɯ doʇs oʇ ƃuᴉoƃ s╻ʇɐɥʇ ʞuᴉɥʇ noʎ ʻʍʍ∀”

She yanked at his rib cage again, and Isaac’s world was taken over by blinding pain. A small, hoarse scream escaped his lips.

“S-s-stop, stop, please.”

Another rib was broken. His vision became blurry with tears.

He felt someone grab one of his ribs again.

“I, I can’t, just stop, please— please just stop. I’m— I’m begging you.”

“.ǝuop ʇsoɯʅɐ ɯ╻I ʻɥɥS” she cooed.

The woman pulled out another rib, and he felt his head spin in agony. His heart was racing, drumming so loudly it hurt his ears.

Someone’s nails buried into the walls of his heart, making Isaac’s breath hitch. His eyes widened in fear when he realized what she was going to do.

“Don’t— don’t— don’t d-do that, please, I’ll do— I’ll do any-anything.” Talking was the only thing he could do. Still, he didn’t even try to hope that it was enough.

“.noʎ uɐɥʇ ǝɹoɯ sᴉɥʇ pǝǝu I ¿ʎɐʞo ʻsᴉɥʇ pǝǝu I .ou ʻʇnoqɐ ʍoɥ ʻɯɯH”

She tore his heart out of his body in one swift motion.

The last thing Isaac saw before passing out was the woman biting into his still-beating heart.

—

AN: This was very fun to write cuz I love hurting Isaac. Also if anyone wants to hear more about Isaac or Janessa (the whumper) pls send me an ask! (Or maybe I’ll just infodump about them unprompted lol)

[aquagustd]

ooo if you’re still doing requests, could you do lifeguard! reader x jungkook:

jungkook’s just going to the pool like normal and then...ooo hot damn who is that new lifeguard yk. and the lifeguard doesn’t pay attention to him at all (even tho he’s obv the hottest one there) and only watches over the little kids. and jungkook being the needy for attention boy he is....pretends to drown😋

+ smut: he gets hard during the cpr lmfao

compress - JJK | M

pairing: jungkook x lifeguard!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.2K

warnings/tags: strong language, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of stalking, mentions of kidnapping, explicit smut-dirty talk, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, oof sex in a pool

∞

“Can I help you?”

Jungkook tips his chin to look at the chubby boy who has been staring at him for the past ten minutes without saying a word. He leans away from the wall to walk forward, widening his eyes and scrunching up his nose, the boy runs away with a cry. His back hits the wall behind him, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips because now, now he can watch you in peace. No beady-eyed monsters creeping him out and no distractions.

He ditched his friends for the fifth time this week, they’d probably laugh at him if they ever found out where he spends his free time. A public pool, usually at the same time that mothers bring their kids to splash around and fuss, doing anything but swim. He isn’t a pedophile, no, he has only one reason why he chooses to waste his precious time by hanging around a pool, that he has visited plenty of times before, for a quick swim or to just hang out with his friends.

You.

He had walked in for one of those quick swims when he saw you, black swimsuit with a whistle around your neck. He saw you talking to the other lifeguard on duty, and he assumed that you might be joining the team.

He was used to seeing girls in bikinis and whatnot around here, but something about you caught his eye, maybe it was the way you were playing with the little kids or the smile that graced your face each time one of them clumsily dipped under the water. He doesn’t know yet, all he knows is that he couldn’t get you out of his head. He decided to stop by the pool again the next day, chilling on the opposite side near the deep end, but you were so distracted by the children, that you didn’t even notice his presence when he was just a few feet away.

So, here he is, for the fifth time this week, trying his luck with you again, only for you to be so engrossed in whatever it is you’re trying to make a scrawny kid do. He’s shocked that you didn’t so much as glance at him, he had been pacing the length of the pool all day, trying to get your attention.

It’s past 5PM and you’re the only people left at the pool, you’re stacking up a few chairs and tidying up the place. He knows that you lock up after everyone is gone.

Jungkook doesn’t doubt his swimming skills, but he says fuck it, and jumps into the pool. He doesn’t see the way you startle when you hear the loud splash.

Staying underwater for a while, he then comes up above the surface with a gasp, spluttering and gasping as he cries for help, eyes shut as he disappears again, a hand breaking from the surface with another cry for help. Then, silence, he floats face down, still holding his breath as he hears a muffled splash, then he’s being tugged, your grunts reaching his ears as you pull him over the lip of the pool.

He can hear you panting, you shake him by the shoulders and shout, “sir sir, can you hear me? Sir?!”

Sir, he thinks. Kinky.

Still keeping his eyes shut, he feels a sudden wash of warmth then you’re pressing down on the center of his chest, hard. He’s trying so hard to stop himself from exhaling, his lips parted as he lies there, motionless on the cold brick. He almost fucks everything up with one particularly hard press on his chest but before he knows it, you’re pinching his nose with one hand while the other is tilting his chin up.

He almost groans when he feels your warm mouth cover his, air rushing through from yours to his. You pull away, then cover his mouth again and if his eyes were open, he thinks it would’ve rolled to the back of his head, the sensation of your breath coursing through his mouth and going straight to his dick. He feels it twitch in his shorts and his eyes shoot open, taking a deep lungful of air as he coughs. He can see that you’re still crouched over his figure as he wipes his eyes, coughing as you watch him closely. His breaths are still heavy, for a totally different reason.

Your hair is stuck to your cheeks that are flushed, your entire body wet, your swimsuit clinging to each curve, he can feel his dick stiffen and he’s glad that he’s wearing a long shirt.

He sits up, and gives you a smile, “thank you.”

“What’s your name?” You move away from him and push your hair back, his eyes linger on your neck.

“Jungkook and yours?”

You give him your name and sit across him, still catching your breath and keeping your eyes on his face, your lips in a straight line.

“Jungkook, you’re a terrible actor.”

He swallows and he sees your gaze drop to his Adam’s apple.

“What are you talking about? I literally almost drowned, and you saved my life.”

You chuckle, and he bites his lip, his dick still hot and heavy in his underwear.

“I’ve performed CPR enough to know when a person is faking it.”

His eyes darken and he decides to let go of his act, “then why did you perform mouth to mouth after almost killing me with your palms.”

“Hey, I didn’t almost kill you, that’s part of the procedure.”

“Okay then,” he dips his legs in the water, the evening sky changing from grey to dark blue, “if you knew that I was faking it, why did you perform mouth to mouth,” he repeats, trying to let the cold water that’s tickling his legs calm his throbbing dick.

You sigh, and sit next to him, dipping your legs in the water and leaning back on your palms.

“I saw you, every single day this week. As soon as my shift began, you were there, lurking at the deep end, watching me like a weird stalker.”

“I’m not a stalker!”

“It’s my first week, I was a little weirded out because you were staring at me, and you weren’t even subtle about it!”

He sits back on his elbows and faces you, your side profile so pretty in the bright lights that shine on the pool.

He admits that he did stare at you but that’s only because he thought that you didn’t acknowledge his existence, he decided to take advantage of that.

“I didn’t mean to creep you out.”

“It’s okay,” your legs swirl around in the water, “and I did notice you by the way. It’s hard not to notice someone like you.”

He cocks an eyebrow, “someone like me?”

“Yeah,” you’re looking at him now, hair still soaking the back of your swimsuit.

“You know you still didn’t answer my question,” he smirks, and you shoot him a smirk of your own.

“What question?” You blink at him like you have no idea what he’s talking about, a soft, innocent tone in your voice that makes his cock stir even more.

He clears his throat and scoots a little closer to you, the warmth from your breath sending a shiver down his spine as it fans over his face.

“If you knew that I was faking it, why did you perform mouth to mouth?”

You shrug, your eyes travelling to his lips as you speak, “you have pretty lips.”

“Oh,” he husks, “so I guess I wasn’t the only one taking advantage.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Hmm,” he leans in close, his eyes glued to your lips now, thinking of how it felt to have them on his, “what do you think?”

“I think…yes,” you tilt your head to the side, he follows your gaze, his eyes as large as saucers when he sees his raging boner sticking up his shirt through his shorts.

He’s a tiny bit embarrassed to look at you again, so he keeps his eyes on your legs, “I-“

“Hey,” you place a finger on his jaw to turn his face to yours, lips only a few inches away, “you sure you aren’t some creepy stalker?”

“If I was, I would’ve kidnapped you by now.”

You giggle and connect your lips, his hand comes up immediately to hold your neck, tilting his face as he deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue into your mouth and hearing you whimper. He growls, sitting up to roll his body on top of yours, your back flat against the brick, he suckles your top lip into his mouth, and you gasp.

“Wait, wait,” you place your palms on his chest and push him away, he’s never been this impatient to have someone in his life, “let’s go to the stairs,” you point to the shallow end of the pool, “the cameras don’t pick up that spot.”

In one swift movement, he puts his arm under your thighs and grips your waist to lift you off the ground, you yelp then dive into his neck, tongue and teeth attacking the delicate spot under his ear while his cock strains painfully in his pants.

He walks into the pool then sets you down on the stairs, the lower halves of your bodies submerged in the water.

You grab his arms and pull him into you, hungry hands running all over his body, under his shirt and up his neck into his hair while he presses his body against yours, his cock digging into your thigh.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” you pant, palming him through his pants. He sighs in relief, tongue tracing up the column of your throat, then coming up to your ear to whisper praises of his own.

“You’re even sexier sweetheart. Couldn’t take my eyes off you, you’re so beautiful.”

He places his hand on your thigh to spread your legs then presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing in slow circles, watching the way you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Can’t wait to fuck this pussy.”

You mewl, rocking your hips against his hand. He digs his finger into the side of your crotch, pushing the material away to slide his fingers along your folds, he feels you slip his cock out of his underwear and he groans, loving the feeling of your warm palm sliding over his length.

He can feel your thick juices slip out of you, a moan of his name breaking into the night air as he pushes his index finger into you, then adds his middle finger, pushing in and out of your sopping hole while you smooth your hand over his cock, twisting at the head, causing him to thrust into your hand. He adds a third finger into you, and you almost slip off the stairs, but he holds you close, his arm secure around your back as he watches the way his fingers disappear inside of you, massaging your pulsating walls, knuckle deep as he hooks his digits.

You whine and he kisses your temple, knowing just what you need.

He removes his fingers, and you stop your ministrations on his dick when he curls his hands around your thighs, pulling you further into the pool so that your bodies disappear under the water up to your shoulders. He searches your eyes, and you nod, smashing your lips together as he guides his cock into you, a choked moan passing from your lips to his.

With a hiss, he pulls out of you, the sound of water swishing around you reaches his ears as he begins to thrust, your walls clenching around him, swallowing him in. He presses you into the wall of the pool, your legs locked around his waist. Grunts and moans mingle in the air, the delicious sensation of your ridged walls massaging his length as he moves in and out of you has his heart racing, the tip brushing against the soft spot inside of you, spurring him on as you tremble in his hold.

He doesn’t think he can hold it back anymore, and he starts to pound into you, as hard as the water will let him while your cries echo in the vicinity, nails digging into his back and scalp. He can feel the tingling sensation building up, his balls tightening with each tug.

“I’m gonna cum,” he pants, feeling his cock twitching with each thrust, your walls squeezing him in as your moans become higher pitched. With a long, drawn-out groan, he still his hips inside of you, long, hot spurts shooting into as you tremble, your lips parted in a silent moan as he feels you spasming against him, walls quivering around his length.

With a few more thrusts, riding out the high, he pulls out of you, feeling a little lightheaded in the water as he brushes your hair away from your face. Smiling down at you, he sees that you’re just as exhausted as him.

“God Y/N,” he breaths, burying his face in your neck, “I’ve wanted to do that since I first laid my eyes on you. Just like this, in this pool.”

You comb your fingers through his damp strands.

“Me too.”

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[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

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hi!! i'm back lol - well, the craziness at work is done and I'm slowly getting back to writing bc I haven't written in like a week and it's killing me lol (this is gonna sound dramatic but I literally don't feel like myself if I don't write for too long haha) I don't have anything new to share rn, but I figured since it's already december and since some of y'all are sharing Christmas fics, and knowing I likely won't write one this year, I'm gonna shamelessly plug my holiday fake dating fic with 4 Christmases and 6 Christmas chapters actually 😂 (Christmas was a very important time for Buck and Eddie's relationship in this lol) - there's obvi more holidays in this but anyway, here's a snippet of their first Christmas together also, it's been a year since I posted the first chapter and I'm feeling nostalgic lol, this fic is my baby and I love it so much (tho there's so many things I'd change now lol)

[read on Ao3]

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Turns out, Buck is very much serious about the whole thing, and Christopher finds it hilarious and is eager to play along. Eddie doesn’t have valid arguments not to do it, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to. After another snide comment when talking to his parents, he made his decision. And he already felt this exciting feeling of satisfaction when he told them he’d be bringing someone for Christmas this year – miraculously, Buck and Eddie don’t work on Christmas, and they took an additional day off, so their schedules allow for a three-day trip to Texas. 

So now, it’s Christmas Eve and they’re on their way from the airport to Eddie’s childhood home, and he’s nervous, doubts just starting to seep in. What on earth possessed him to do this? He can’t lie to his family. He can’t pretend to be in love with Buck. What if he really does fall in love with him? What if everything goes to shit? He’s watched enough movies to know it’s a bad idea, but he couldn’t and still can’t bring himself to stop it.

“So.” Eddie says, his voice shaking slightly, as they sit in a cab. “We’re doing this.”

“Yep.” he can hear Buck grin next to him. “Unless you still wanna back out?” he adds quickly. They could still say Buck’s just a friend. No big deal. But Eddie does have this petty desire to stir something up, and this seems perfect. 

“No. It’ll be fine.” he smiles at Buck, and then feels hot when Buck grabs his hand and interlaces their fingers, winking at him. Christopher laughs.

“You’d make a great couple.” he comments. He’s been unusually happy about all of this. He also asked Eddie a few days ago if Eddie loves Buck, which prompted a conversation, but he thinks Chris knows what’s going on now. Eddie doesn’t really know what to think about that.

“Thanks, buddy.” Buck responds excitedly, squeezing Eddie’s hand, and he can’t contain a smile. If not anything else, at least all three of them are going to have a lot of fun.

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[quirkle2]

ooghthoghfgofhg jay you FEED me I love your art ohhh my god your qpr sleeby is so soft I’m gonna LOSE IT do u have any soft warriors n ledge qpr thoughts perfectly okay if you don’t want to share bc I know it makes you nervous but!!!! Ohhh I’m love them,,;;; thank you your art is so good

SOBS,, imliterally so glad u like them they make me so soft i love them so so bad

uhm !!!!!!!!!!! i do indeed have So many thoughts on them . my brain is filled w those thoughts in particular GVEAYIV not all of these r like,,, qpp wars and ledge exclusive obviously but i just tend to think of these when i think of Them :)

u can very obviously see it in my art but they braid each other's hair constantly GVIYAEGV the back of wars' hair is sometimes littered w them—ledge usually braids when he's bored and relaxed—and while legend usually does the one that i always draw pulled back behind his ear himself, wars always does the rest. wars also tends to brush/do legend's hair for him as a gesture of affection, and god knows ledge hates doing it himself so he rly doesn't have a problem w that

^ they both leave the braids in . wars' might look a bit silly w his hairstyle and the ones in the back in particular prolly lie a bit weird since they're so small, but he couldn't care less abt whether it looks silly or not :) he leaves them in and his hair usually gets weirdly curly in the back bc of it. he doesn't mind <3 legend looks fabulous tho . obviously

this one's kinda random but ledge gave wars one of his rings once and wars literally never takes it off. it's his zora ring that lets u breathe underwater, given to wars cuz he knows wars can't swim and ledge likes to give Functional gifts :) but he loves it to death simply bc it's From Legend and he always keeps it close

forehead kisses. they constantly give each other forehead kisses cuz i Fucking said so

they like to cuddle :]

they each know exactly what foods on their plate the other does/doesn't like. when the chain gets dinner at some restaurant they both wordlessly give each other some of the sides on their plates they don't like and trade it for smth on the others' plate that they Do . they do this completely fluidly and without any communication whatsoever it's like their minds r connected. just bestie things <3

my wars is very very loving and gentle by default it's just how he operates. and he loves to kiss legend's knuckles and rings and the scars along his hands during slow and quiet moments cuz i said so

my wars likes to read !! he's a big nerd and ledge asks him abt his books n stuff Solely bc he likes to see wars get excited and infodump to somebody for once. does it to see him smile :] gentol,,

^ vise versa wars likes to ask ledge abt his maps and his items and gardening to get him to loosen up and smile :] wars also tends to do silly things Solely to get a laugh out of him

when they're in town one of them takes the other by the hand and drags them around to stores they think the other would like

at the ranch when they're relaxed and feelin at home one of them sometimes falls asleep on the couch and the other always comes to join. sleepy awakenings and hugs and then zzzz, z,, z,,,,z,zzzzz shhthey sleepin

i can't think of anything else rn but they love and adore each other so so much istg they'd do Anything for each other

[hotdamnhunnam]

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Burst Your Bubble

A/N: I had some questions about bubble bath sex so I googled and then… idk what even happened—this fic turned out super soft and uncharacteristically overcautious in the end?? 🥴 I know most of my fics are just shamelessly filthy so the fact that reader here is so ridiculously careful and conservative makes no sense 😂

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, reader being realistically (excessively?) concerned about her vaginal safety lmaooo that’s so uncharacteristic of my tumblr smut tho 🙈 but anyway for Jax she’s still a total hoe and he is still a savage sex god it’s just that this fic shows his soft side you know? Word Count: ~900 Emoji Prompt: 🌨🛁☕️ (key words are in bold)

There’s honestly no better view in the world.

Jax Fucking Teller straight out of the shower… you could go on staring for hours. Still pinch yourself daily unable to fathom the fact that he made you his girl.

The two of you are treating yourself to a little vacation: tucked away all alone in a log cabin up in the mountains for some rest and relaxation. The fresh snow all around welcomes you to indulge in some wintertime recreation. But you both prefer to stay cuddled in bed and get frisky, rather than get all bundled up to go snowboard or ski… so inevitably this vacation has just been a haven of fornication.

This morning Jax worked up a sweat after cutting some wood, like a good proper lumberjack should. So he hopped in the shower and since then you’ve been in the open doorway to the bathroom admiring your man where he stands. Sipping thirstily at the hot coffee you’ve got in your hands.

As he steps out and dries off his face with a towel you marvel in silence at each drop of water that shines, on the firm sculpted planes of his back… slipping down the smooth line of his spine… dripping into the dip of his crack… feeling judged by the hollow black gaze of his reaper tattoo. Jax can sense you though he has his back to you; you knew he’d catch you.

“How long you been watching me, pervert?” he smirks as he playfully asks you.

“The whole time of course,” you reply without shame as you set down your coffee and take a step forward. “Can’t be blamed given that body of yours. Lookatchu. You’re a fucking statue.”

“Maybe you should’ve joined me in there instead of creeping like a kinky little freak.”

You smile as you plant a soft kiss on his pretty mouth and pat your palm against the heated skin of his pink cheeks. “Nah, I think I’ll take a bath with a shit ton of big soapy bubbles to cover me up so you can’t take a peek.”

“That’s adorable,” he teases with a sparkle in his bright baby blue eyes that spells out trouble. “Bitch I hate to burst your bubble... but there’s not an inch of that body I haven’t been seeing and fucking all week.”

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Ten minutes later after Jax tore off your robe and railed you on the bathroom floor—wrecking your cunt into oblivion until the whole damn mountainside could probably hear you moaning like a whore—he gets up and decides to draw that bubble bath that you’d mentioned before.

You prop yourself up on an elbow as you struggle to recover from the sex, a sticky mess of cum and pussy juices soaking from between your legs. “I thought you’d want to go for round two, like you always do…?”

“Said you wanted a bubble bath didn’t you?”

“Yeah but—hold up…” you stop him as he steps into the shallow pool of suds, realizing that he intends to bathe with you. “You do understand that we’re not having sex in the tub?”

Though it’d be nice in theory, you’ve explained to him previously, that there are certain issues with an underwater fuck; apparently it’s possible to do it somewhat safely but you just don’t want to test your luck, and run the risk of screwing something up.

Although Jax lives life on the edge in every way, he’s understanding of your preferences and limits and you still wake up surprised by his respectfulness and softness every day. You bring out something pure and clean in him amidst the shit that’s so polluted and corrupt.

But now you’re worried that he totally forgot what you had told him about bathtub sex, so you start to object, until he interrupts.

“Babe relax,” he laughs, sitting his fine ass in the water and beckoning you to join him with that cheeky little smirk that’s so damn Jax. “Your sweet little pussy is safe in this tub. I’m just gonna give you a soapy massage and a back rub. Come in for some scrub-a-dub-dub.”

Sometimes you seriously cannot believe what comes out of that mouth. But it’s moments like these when you know more than ever that this is the man you cannot live without.

You don’t quite have the heart to tell him that apparently even a post-sex bubble bath can cause all sorts of trouble. At times it gets insanely tiresome for you being so careful and so knowledgeable, especially when you’re in love with such a dangerous little devil. Jax is just so damn adorable right now and you don’t want to burst his bubble…

But he reads your mind somehow, making you feel safe as he reaches to help you step into the bath with him now. “I get it—it’s delicate right after sex so we don’t want to soak it in hot suds and shit.” Jax eyes the glistening mess of your slick pussy ravenously as he plops your bare ass on the ledge of the tub. “Good thing my tongue is the best way to get you cleaned up.”

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A/N: Again, if any of you are confused as to why my shamelessly filthy clown slut self went off and made the reader suddenly concerned about the safety of bubble bath fuckery, please just read the A/N at the beginning if you haven’t already 😅 I realize the inconsistency and that this is super uncharacteristic of me 🙃 It just happened unexpectedly… but don’t worry the rest of my fics will probably go back to being unapologetically kinky and potentially unsanitary and physically risky 🤡

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[r0-boat]

I have been summoned and have written down some headcanons for octopus merman Emmet, I hope y’all like it, I’m working on and think of more shark ones, I’m a little slow with those. -noodle

You met him when you were snorkeling, you were enjoying the beautiful reef and all its colorful fishes when your bracelet came off, you tried grabbing it before you’d lost it to the ocean but air quickly became a problem so you went back up for air, a little sad you lost a something a friend had given you, you hopped up on the edge of your pontoon with a sigh, before feeling something cautiously poke you, looking down there was a man…octopus? Oh! You must’ve been too close to his home! But his permanent smile turned bashful.

“I am Emmet, and I saw you dropped this, it seemed important to you so I got it back for you.” Handing you your bracelet.

Over joyed you cupped his hands into yours and look into his alabaster eyes, thanking him repeatedly, you made a promise to come back just to see him and to thank him even more.

And you kept that promise, visiting him at the same time in the same place, Emmet is always excited to see you, he swims circles around you to let out some of his energy and sometimes (most the time) taking you with him.

If you ever compliment him and with his pretty he is he gets giddy.

You don’t really know what changed or when the change happened, but after you gave him a very lovely gift you made out of the seashells he helped you find he became clingier and twice as protective, he even showed you an nice underwater cave that wasn’t too deep, you could come here yourself, and you starts decorating it, this was a spot you and Emmet would have sleepovers at, you on the rocky ledge and emmet in the water right next to you, you noticed he liked holding you or having a tentacle at all times.

You accepted his courtship too! You started it first all he had to do was make something to show he accepted, which he explained as he gave you a black pearl, while shocked you did such a thing you accepted it, I mean it’s Emmet? You’ve known him for a while and have fallen in love with him, he is so fun and kind.

Maybe that’s how you ended up in the little cave you two called home, though still in the water, your senses were overwhelmed, he was everywhere, your neck and shoulders littered with bite marks and bruises, two tentacles wrapped around each breast constantly massaging them while the ends of his tentacles pinched and sucked on your nipples, one tentacle locked your hands together and kept you in place while he thrusts into you, his hands holding your hips to keep you flush with his, the water around you two splashing wildly as his strong and quick thrusts, another tentacle was shoved down your throat for you to suck like you would his dick, as he shoves it in and out for your mouth, two tentacles held your legs up while you’re pushed against the wall of the cave, Emmet’s hips violently slapping against yours, your muffled cries and choked sounds went straight to his cock, but he pulls the tentacle from your mouth just to let you breathe, your cries quickly echo as you plead ‘s’too much! Fuck, Emmet, please I-I’m mmm!-sensitive!’

While your pleading and moans deafened his, he was losing it, tears prick his eyes as his drool drops down onto you, you’re so warm! And your clenching around him so tightly! He picked the perfect mate! And he hasn’t even added his last two tentacles in, he wonders how you’ll fair, if his pussydrunk smile was anything to go by, you’ll be here a long while

Holy fucking shit

noodle you totally beat me to making headcanons about this shdjdhd

I don't mind tho because this is so good.

The only thing I will add is I feel like you love it when non-human love is talk about how they don't know much about human anatomy and they kind of play with parts of your body see how you would react.

Emmet has mated with others of his species but non could compare how warm and tight you felt. In the sound you made, though scared him that first just added to the pleasure. He's addicted to you he wants to show you his brother but at the same time he wants to keep you for himself.