#and he drags them both back to hid apartment where he puts them both in his bed and then sleeps out

[abimee]

the only way i can see e/methy/o working is if emet was consumed into the prexisting relationship between hythlo and azem purely because despite them dating they still brough their bestie emet along everywhere until it came a point that there was no clear distinction when something was a date or just besties hanging out. like emet is the designated driver of this relationship where he doesnt participate but he is involved in the general happenings and makes sure everyone gets home safe. he sits in the middle of them at movie theatres and holds the popcorn bowl and gets placed between them in bed at night like how ones cat sometimes sleeps

[littleliterarylesbian]

thinking about a shadowhunters universe jegulus/marauders au. specifically the TMI era.

Sirius and Regulus being the kids of the leaders of the London (?) institute. Their parents used to be circle members but feigned fear and manipulation. Like the lightwoods they're allowed back into the shadowhunter homeland on important business due to having children. They still very much believe in the ideas of the circle and are incredibly upset that the Black name has been tarnished and have put pressure on Sirius and Regulus to bring them to glory once again.

Remus was the son of a prominent shadowhunter family and during training when he was young he and his father got ambushed by a pack of werewolves. Remus got bitten and, even though it's not a 100% chance a bite means being turned on the next full moon he's locked in his family's basement and writhing in pain as he changes for the first time.

Peter, I imagine, would be a close Hodge equivalent. Not a 1-1 obviously, but close. His parents were Shadowhunters who also followed the circle but died by being ripped apart by demons and he witnessed it. Hatred festering every time he was sent out on the field. Which, sadly, didn't happen often as physically he was behind Sirius and Regulus (which isn't a fair comparison due to the fact that since either of them could properly hold things weapons were shoved in their hands).

Evan and Pandora are warlocks, they're both a bit eccentric in their own ways, and they prefer to keep out of shadowhunter stuff, but Pandora can't help but see Regulus like a sopping wet kitten. Evan is the "official" high warlock of London (again, not sure on location) but they both share the responsibilitys.

Barty is Fae and grew up closed off from most of everything but eventually became close with Evan and Pandora. Barty's family is high up in the court, trusted closely by the Seelie Queen, but he doesn't give a shit. The second that the circle is hinted at returning he jumps at the chance to backstab his father and the court that treats him so poorly.

Dorcas is a vampire and close with Barty since they bonded when she was just a fledgling, one who sticks strongly with the accords. She realizes how bad it would be if the circle were to come back and at first tries to stay out of it before she realizes Barty is a traitor and her coven leader believes that the rules are below them. Which she soon overthrows.

James and Marlene were childhood friends until around age 13 when Marlene kind of disappeared. James' parents wanted to live in a world safe from all the conflict, especially when they found out they were expecting James, so they hid in the mortal world. James doesn't get his memories wiped, it's just more like a Percy Jackson type thing where he tries to bring up the weird stuff he sees, Effie and Monty kind of just gaslight him. They weren't a part of the circle but they were high up in the clave and outwardly against the brutalization of slaughter of innocents. It painted a target on their backs that only worsened overtime and to save their family left.

Lily is a "mundane" and close friends with Marlene and James until Marlene goes missing. Lily is kind of like the Simon equivalent, James and her stay close together, even more so since they never saw Marlene again, and even when James gets dragged into the world Lily sticks by him. Even when she accidentally drinks the wrong thing at a warlock party, ends up as a mouse, and gets turned into a vampire.

at least those were the ideas I had about it

[albertdabuttler]

Another Nightmare? | M.O.

MASTERLIST

fandom: Marvel

pairings: Miguel O’Hara x Latina!F!Reader

WARNINGS: Just imagine yourself as a puerto rican ig because we come in all colors ;) kissing, smut :3 boobie touching LOL, biting, blood consumption cuz im insane :D, oral (f), fingering, size kink (?) p in v, breeding kink ig, his talons clawing into you xx, cockwarming… miguel isn’t an unrealistically animalistic airhead in this (ahem like most fics i read ahem) BUT he’s still rough in a gentle way and in control obvi ;^ i think that’s it 🤨 oh and i proofread this like once lmao READER IS A SPIDER-PERSON BTW

summary: Miguel had a dream about you.

WC: 3.1k

gif not mine, enjoy losers!

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You woke up to the sound of the bedroom door opening, watching as Miguel walked through it. Turning over and checking the time, you realized it was almost two in the morning and you wondered what had woken Miguel up this late.

As you walked down the hall to the kitchen, you saw Miguel standing before the fridge, inspecting it’s contents.

“Migs, you alright?” You questioned, moving closer to him. He instinctively twitched and you knew something had to be wrong if he didn’t want you near him.

“I’m fine.” He spoke quietly, keeping his gaze somewhere in the fridge before he took the bottle of passion fruit juice you had sitting in there.

“Qué pasó?” You frowned. “Did…Did you have another nightmare…?”

“No…” He sighed. “Just can’t sleep.” He opened the bottle and took a gulp straight from it before bringing it back down and putting it away.

“I see…” You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously, turning back around to go back to bed. “I’ll… See you tomorrow.” Walking back to your room, you thought this might be a night where he’d sleep on the couch again, depriving you of his warm touch. You hated those nights and although you’d never gotten intimate with Miguel, you couldn’t help but feel hollow. His presence and weight on the mattress was the only thing helping you drift off.

“Hey…” He called out to you softly as you pushed the door of your room open.

“Hm?” You looked back at him, unable to hide your frown.

“It’s not about you…” He adverted his eyes to the side before bringing a hand up to cover his face. “Well…” He couldn’t help but chuckle from embarrassment. “It is about you…”

Miguel peeked at you through his fingers, “I’m just…” He sighed heavily.

Turning your body to face him, you scanned him for no reason in particular. Your eyes landed on his again with a look of concern before you did a double take and glanced at his crotch, noticing a subtle bulge. You couldn’t help the blood rush making it’s way to your face.

He noticed this and dragged both hands down his face before running them through his hair with a sigh.

“I had a dream about you. About us…” he looked elsewhere again.

Swallowing hard, you felt jittery all of a sudden. “What happened…?” You couldn’t help but bite back a smile.

“We…” He scoffed at himself. “I…” he hid a smile too. “We bred.” That was the best and simplest way to describe it.

You looked at him confused for a moment before processing what he said.

“We got married… We had kids… Then we wanted more.” He looked up at you, his lopsided smile more prominent.

It wasn’t that you guys weren’t ready to do any of that, trust him. He was just as ready as you were. But he didn’t have time. Neither of you did. You were back in your dimension being the Spider-Girl you were supposed to be, and he was everywhere else, keeping the multiverse from falling apart. You both thought of the risks of being together, until you realized it was nearly harmless. As long as what you did with him as your boyfriend didn’t get in the way of canon events, it would be alright. Because for fuck’s sake, he had thousands of other spider-people in his universe for crying out loud.

Miguel walked over to you. “You were amazing. So beautiful...” He smiled tiredly, reaching to place a hand on your cheek as he kissed the other.

“So sweet…” Moving his hand down to the side of your neck, he placed another kiss on that side of your face before bringing his lips just below your ear. He planted a lingering kiss there before he whispered in a husky voice.

“So flexible.” He moved his face away, smiling and keeping his gaze on your lips. “I need you.” He whispered. “I’ve needed you for so long…” He chuckled again. “Can’t even sleep because of it.”

You licked your lips, keeping your eyes on his. “Me too…”

His gaze moved to your eyes, pleading silently. “Can we…?” You knew what he was referring to. Not a second went by before you nodded, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom.

“Ay,” he chuckled at your excitement, allowing himself be dragged by you. Letting yourself fall backwards onto the mattress, you pulled him down with you, catching his lips in a kiss. He sighed into it, resting his elbow beside your head as his other hand moved down to squeeze your waist.

“Miguel…” You kept your eyes on his lips, dragging a hand down his chest as you pulled at the hem.

“Qué necesitas, mi amor, hmm? Tell me.” He breathed, allowing you to pull his shirt off over his head.

Releasing a low moan at the sight of his bare chest, he giggled at the sound, diving in to kiss your neck and dragging his hand up and down your thigh.

“Tell me.” He spoke again.

“You. I need you…” You spoke just above a whisper, digging your nails into his shoulder at the lack of satisfaction.

He chuckled. “Be more specific.” He slipped his tongue out and dragged it across your jugular, threatening to bite but holding back so not to hurt you.

“Fuck… Just—make me feel good…” You paused, thinking about what he told you of his dream. Leaning your head a bit, you whispered into his ear. “Breed me.”

Miguel chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck as he blushed. “…Don’t tease…” He questioned if you were poking fun at him or not. He pulled back to look at you once more. His eyes scanned your features and he knew you were serious. Your face told him everything.

He glanced at your lips again before moving down and kissing you desperately, a low groan coming from him. It was now that you began to feel his hard-on against your thigh. He began grinding slowly as his mouth pried yours open, slipping his tongue past your lips. You let out a quiet moan and moved a hand to the back of his head, guiding his mouth against yours. His tongue overpowered yours with no effort, pulling away just barely enough to tug at your bottom lip with his teeth. He let go as it smacked back into place, making his breath shake.

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he lowered himself again, kissing your throat and dragging his tongue down to your collar bone.

“Take this off.” He spoke softly but you knew he wasn’t asking. You quickly pulled up your shirt, slipping it over and off your head as he stared down at you, admiring your bare body for the first time.

A long enough moment passed and you began feeling insecure, moving your arms across your chest and looking to the side.

“Say something…” you requested, feeling embarrassed. You thought he might not like it, maybe he didn’t like the shape of your torso? Maybe he didn’t think it fit your face…?

He blinked. “Mi amor…” He placed a hand on your arms. Miguel took his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it subconsciously. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You chuckled with a muddled expression. “I am?”

He only whined, “Let me look at you.” He spoke, softly tugging at your arms and you reluctantly pulled them away, leaving you exposed. He traced every inch of you with his hand before he brought it to your breast, gently kneading it in his hand as he watched the soft flesh move under his fingers.

“So pretty.” He sighed, lowering his head to the other one, keeping his eyes on your face as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around it cautiously.

“Miguel,” you moaned his name softly, making him perk up at the way it sounded.

“Yes?” He smiled cheekily as he kissed the side of your breast, leaving a hickey.

You couldn’t get the words out and only sighed, looking at him with a pleading expression.

“Por supuesto.” He smiled, kissing down your ribs and below your belly, stopping at the hem of your pajama shorts. He hooked a finger onto it, pulling it down along with your panties, wanting to get it all off at once.

His hands gripped at the outer sides of your thighs, holding them apart. He licked your thigh before kissing it gently, smirking at your reactions.

His fangs poked out and he pulled away, confused at his lack of control with them all of a sudden. You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “What happened?”

“Nothing…” He tried retracting them but it was of no use.

You noticed this and bit your lip. “Bite me.”

“What?” He looked up at you.

“Bite me, Miggy…”

He hesitated for a moment before smiling, dragging the two sharp teeth across the skin of your legs. “You sure?” He needed reassurance.

Nodding vigorously, he planted another kiss. His fangs poked lightly at your skin, almost tickling you until he bit down harshly, sinking his teeth into your thigh.

You let out a groan at the pain, bringing your legs together but he held them apart. He pulled his teeth out and sucked the blood left behind, lapping at the flow of the red liquid. He began kissing closer and closer to your lips, teasing you as much as he could before he dove in, licking a stripe up your slit and wrapping his lips around your clit.

Moaning quietly, he began sucking on the sensitive nub, bringing his free hand and slowly pushing in his index finger. You arched your back and threw your head back, making Miguel stop. He kept his still finger inside you as he spoke.

“Keep your eyes on me,��� he urged in a low voice, not aggressively but enough that you knew he wouldn’t let you finish if you didn’t. You brought your head up to look at him again.

He brought his mouth back down to your pussy, beginning to move his finger in and out of you slowly. He had long, thick fingers, making you wonder how big his dick was.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, closing your eyes for a moment but remembering to look at Miguel.

He smiled against your clit, pushing in yet another finger. He forced them both further this time, curling them up into your g-spot as you arched your back. His eyes stayed on yours as he held the flat of his tongue against your clit. His digits thrusted into you at a slightly quicker pace, making a crease form in between your eyebrows, your lips parting.

“Feel good?” He asked politely, the vibrations of his voice sending a shiver up your spine. You nodded. “Yes, Miguel, please don’t stop…”

He sighed, pulling his fingers out and his lips popping off your nerve.

“Sorry, mi amor… Want you cumming while I’m inside you.” He felt bad for pulling your orgasm out of your grasp. You frowned too, that was until he stood up, displaying a super obvious bulge. It looked like there was a literal log stuffed in his pants, perpendicular to his body.

You stared at it, your legs instinctively spreading on their own. Miguel smiled softly. “Do you wanna help me, or…?”

Quickly sitting up, you reached for his sweatpants and pulled on the string, loosening them and desperately pulling them down. He stood in his boxers now, allowing nearly nothing to remain for the imagination. Your fingers traced his V-line, causing him to huff out a breath.

“I thought I told you not to tease…” he sighed, watching your hands closely. Hooking your fingers on his boxers, you finally pulled them down, leaving his erection on full display. It was nearly red, clearly it’s been untouched by anyone but his own right hand for a long time.

You couldn’t help but trace a finger along a vein on the side, making him moan quietly. “Please, mi amor.” he chuckled. “Don’t be like this…”

Your hand wrapped around him, spreading the precum on his tip with your thumb. He grabbed your shoulder, grinding into your hand, desperate for release.

Letting go, you laid back down, spreading your legs for him and smiling, reaching your arms out to him. “C’mere,” you giggled, excited to feel him inside you already. He smiled and leaned down, hovering over you. You paused.

“Wait…” you bit your lip nervously. He leaned back to look at you, a look of concern all over his face. “Qué pasó, princesa?”

“Can we try something…?”

His head tilted to the side, a small smirk on his lips. “Like what?”

“I think about taking you in every position, night and day… But I always tend to think of taking you from behind…”

Miguel’s face was red, the blush reaching his ears. His heart raced at the confession, although he thought about giving it to you in more ways than one. He bit his lip and smiled. “Of course, mami.”

You bit back a smile and quickly flipped yourself over. Miguel pulled your hips back harshly, making you yelp. He chuckled at your reaction, taking himself in his hand and slowly stroking himself, keeping a firm grip on your hip. He lined his tip up with your pussy, shuddering at your wetness against him. He teased you, moving it up and down your slit and smiling, waiting for your sweet voice to tell him to just fuck you already.

“Ay coño, Miguel!” You scolded. He laughed softly before pushing in slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you so quickly. As he bottomed out, you felt your body relax, your back arching at a sharp angle as your chest rested on the mattress, your arms wrapped around a pillow as you sighed.

“See?” You could hear the smile in his voice. “Flexible.”

You playfully rolled your eyes before he pulled out slowly, pushing himself back in with the same gentleness and drawing out a soft moan from him. “Is this okay, baby?” He needed your approval before he could pick up his pace.

“Sí, Miguelito. Love how you feel inside me…” you whined at his girth stretching you out.

He took that as a sign that he could continue, his hips pulling back before he pushed back into you, repeating this movement until he was moving at an easy rhythm.

He sighed, “So tight, fuck…”

You only hummed in response, stuffing your face into the pillow, his movements rocking you back and forth. You felt the weight of his hand next to your arm as his other snaked around your waist, keeping you steady with his thrusts getting harder.

You groaned, biting your wrist so to suppress it before you heard him speak. “I like your voice, princesa. Don’t be afraid to use it.” He smiled, kissing behind your ear. The hand on your belly moved lower, finding your clit and putting pressure on it, rubbing it in tight circles.

You clenched around him at the feeling, causing him to groan quietly into your ear.

“Miggy—“ you choked out his name. “I’m gonna cum…” you informed him. He kept his pace the same, hoping to get you off on his movements.

“F—Faster,” you choked out, “deeper…” you whined again, his movements making you more and more sensitive the longer he went on. You knew he wasn’t all the way in, because although he bottomed out, you barely felt his hips brushing against your ass. He wasn’t pressed up against you.

“Fuck,” he sighed. You moved your knees further apart and he was able to push himself further into you, making you cry out a sob as your eyes watered at his size. He pulled back, the warmth of his chest against your back leaving you as his pelvis began hitting against your ass, making his breaths heavier.

“I’m gonna cum too,” he groaned. You clenched around him once more, feeling your orgasm getting closer and closer. He started moaning with each thrust, throwing his head back as his hands groped your ass harshly.

“Miguel—“ you were able to choke his name out before your walls stuttered around him, your vision getting blurry as you finally came. Miguel felt your liquids around him, dripping out of you and flowing down your thighs, his cock being coated with them every time he pulled out.

He continued moving inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm as you tightened around him, making him whine loudly. “Princesa,” he moaned, “can I cum—fuck—inside you?” He grunted, subconsciously speeding up his pace.

“Yes, Migs… Breed me…Please.” You begged, your cunt growing sore already.

Miguel grunted, his thrusts coming to a sudden halt as he leaned back down, ropes of his cum pumping inside you. His talons protracted into your hips with his orgasm, moaning quietly against your shoulder and kissing it as he ground into you, his breaths hitching.

He finally relaxed behind you, softening inside you as he felt the mess of yours and his cum flowing down your legs and inevitably onto the sheets. He kissed the side of your neck gently before whispering. “That was fucking amazing.” He smiled against your skin. “Yeah…” you agreed, trying to ignore his claws digging into your skin.

You hissed and he noticed something wet at the tips of his fingers, panicking and immediately pulling his claws out of you, he began apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry, princesa—” He leaned back down and kissed the top of your head. “I didn’t mean to do that… I’m sorry…” He frowned, realizing how much he’s hurt you within the first time he’s had sex with you.

“It’s okay, papito… I liked it…” you held back a wince, not wanting him to feel bad about anything he’s done because although it hurt, it turned you on. “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow and pulled out of you, making you sigh at the empty feeling. “I’ll be sure to do it again…” He went to get a warm wet towel and cleaned you up, dabbing softly at the bite mark on your leg that you completely forgot was there.

It began to sting as you recalled it and you hissed, making Miguel look up at you and pull away from the small wound. “Sorry.” He made a face. You could only smile at his carefulness. “It’s okay, handsome.” You grabbed his face and he smiled with surprise.

“Handsome?” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I’d like to get used to that…” Miguel smiled against your mouth. Pulling away again, he cleaned himself up and did his best to reverse the mess you left on the sheets. After he rinsed the towel out and put it in the laundry bin, he came back to bed and picked up his clothes along with yours.

“We’re not putting those back on, are we?”

He only smirked. “Why?”

“Just get in here, dummy.” You giggled, lifting the sheets for him to get in next to you. He didn’t hesitate for a second and dropped the clothes, climbing in under the covers with you. You placed a kiss on his chin and turned around to spoon with him. Miguel kissed your temple and sighed contently.

You nuzzled your ass against him as he raised an eyebrow. “Another round already?”

“I just like you inside me…” you whispered. “Feels empty without you.” You confessed.

He smiled warmly, grabbing a hold of himself, feeling himself hardening again already. He lifted your leg up and guided himself into you, sighing at your warmth. “I like being inside you too.”

You ground back on him, making him groan.

“You’re such a tease.”

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Thx for reading xoxo

[yoonmoonn]

Hi Leo !

Can I request a fluffy au for Jungkook x male reader with dialogue prompt 1. "there you go. that looks better now" where reader is just pampering Jungkook after a long schedule he had ?

Have a great day <3

Late Nights

jungkook x male reader

genre: fluff

(it's my first request so i really hope you like it!!)

you were in the kitchen making dinner when you heard the front door unlock ‘’i’m home” a small and tired voice rang through the house.

you turned off the stove and took off your apron before hurrying to the front door. just as you entered the hallway of your small apartment you were greeted by a tired and sweaty jungkook ‘’hey kookie, how’s your day been ?’’ you asked as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, burying his nose in your neck ‘’really tiring and boring. i missed you’’ he mumbled.

he had a really busy schedule this week as they were all getting ready for a comeback, coming home late at night and waking up early in the morning. but finally, bang pd decided to give them a week off so they could get the rest they needed, so he didn't wait a second before hurrying to your apartment after he finished his work.

“are you hungry ? i made your favorite food” you said while running your hands through his messy and tangled hair ‘’mhmm, i’m starving” you knew that he still was on a diet, but a day away from it wouldn’t hurt anyone.

you pulled away slightly to press a loving and gentle kiss on his lips. he pulled away from you after a few seconds before taking his jacket off and pulling you to the kitchen.

he sat down at the table while you served the food, his eyes full of love and adoration following you around. moments like this made him realize how lucky he was to have you. whenever he would come home late at night you would always be waiting for him, no matter how tired you were.

just as you put his plate on the table he grabbed your hand and hugged your waist, snuggling his head in your stomach after pressing a kiss on it. you giggled and hugged his head, one hand playing with his hair while the other massaged the tight knots in his shoulder muscles.

you stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's presence before you broke the comfortable silence ''the food is going to get cold kookie'' you chuckled as he shook his head ''but i wanna stay like this'' he said looking up, his doe, puppy eyes and cute pout visible on his face.

you smiled and pressed a short kiss on his forehead ''how about we eat, i draw you a hot bath and then we can cuddle ?" you asked, watching his eyes light up before nodding. you two ate while talking about your day and after you finished, jungkook was the first one to get up, grab your plates and go to the kitchen.

your eyebrows furrowed before you got up and followed him, watching him put the plates in the sink and grab gloves to wash them. you took the gloves from his hands and hid them behind your back, trying to suppress your laugh ''what do you think you're doing sir ?"

you asked, raising an eyebrow ''washing the dishes ?..." you chuckled and put the gloves on the counter before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the bedroom ''you've worked enough. i'm just gonna wash them tomorrow don't worry''

after entering, you pushed the door closed, guiding him to the bed and pushing him softly to sit on it. ''you sit here while i'll go and draw you a bath'' you said, rushing to the connected bathroom after pressing a short kiss on his nose. you grabbed a fluffy towel and his favorite pajamas from the closet, placing them on the sink before turning on the hot water in the bathtub.

you turned around and flinched when you saw him leaning on the door frame ''god you scared me'' you both chuckled. you kissed his cheek before leaving the bathroom, hearing the door close. while he showered you tried making the bed even comfier, grabbing another blanket and a few pillows just in case.

you were laying in bed not too long after when you heard the door open. you watched as jungkook dragged himself to the bed, sitting down while lazily drying his hair with the towel. you moved towards him and sat behind him, grabbing the towel and ruffling his hair with it. after you finished, you giggled at his messy and tangled hair before running your hands through it, trying to fix it down a bit ''there you go. that looks better now'' you said before throwing the towel on the nearby desk chair and laying down in bed.

you watched as he moved around, laying on top of you and wrapping his arms around your waist before snuggling his head on your chest. you pulled a blanket to lay over the two of you and started playing with his hair, sleep taking over you.

you kissed his head and smiled when you heard soft snores coming from him. even tho you didn't talk that much today, just being in each other's presence was enough. you turned off the bedside light and whispered a soft ''i love you'' before falling asleep, wrapped in jungkooks warmth.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

how might finn be doing on this fine evening?

CW: Unreliable narrator, memory issues as a result of trauma, emotional manipulation, gaslighting (or is it?) referenced captivity (or implied captivity of a different kind, depending on how you read it)...

Death Valley

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North Carolina, Present Day

Wind blew with a knife edge around the rest area, and Finn hunched his shoulders against its bite as he sat, watching Little Mother stalking with single minded precision across the grass. What she was hunting, he had no idea, but she was intent on its capture.

"Take care, Mütterchen," He called out. "Do not go too far."

One of her rabbit-soft ears flicked, the only sign she heard him. Her tail shifted sinuous through the grass, back and forth, back and forth, as she moved with her belly nearly to the ground. Her kittens gamboled around beside him, staying where Finn's body and the bulk of his truck hid them from the worst of the cold. Little Mother trusted him to keep them safe for her while she wandered, and Finn did his best to be worthy of that trust. He dragged a little string along the ground, coaxing the kittens into stalking it, batting at it with paws that had more enthusiasm than aim.

Overhead, heavy gray clouds threatened to finally unleash the sleet the radio had been promising was coming. They hung so low the wisps of them seemed to hover just above the ancient rounded mountains that stretched all around him. If he stood, he could reach up and nearly touch them, feel wisps of damp chill around his fingertips. The rest stop was perched on the top of a mountain itself, the highest point in the state supposedly. There'd been a plaque over by the building.

Finn remembered, in a vague and foggy way, that he had hiked up younger mountains once, with jagged peaks that seemed sharp enough to slice apart the stars at night. He'd gone with friends of his, and a girl he sometimes fooled around with.

Then he'd left for his American holiday, just after, promising he'd show her photos when he got back.

He never came back.

His mother had gotten the film from his little disposable cameras, developed the photos. He'd seen his own smiling face in a photo another tourist had taken of him standing, framed by the Badwater Basin salt flats. Schneider's last photo on the camera found in the wreckage of his vehicle.

Even if he hadn't made it back home to show her, he supposed Anja would have seen all the photos that were released to the public by now. Had she married? Had Anja found herself a husband, had children, built herself the normal life she'd dreamed of? Had she forgotten all about some silly, enthusiastic boy in her class who had once kissed her breathless in a tent with their noses both frozen from the outside chill?

He put his fingers to his lips, but he couldn't remember how kissing her had felt, not anymore. Robert had painted over it all with this slime-slick touch, the smell of decay and lemon-scented cleaner fighting for dominance.

Any passing attraction Finn felt for anyone anymore was only a brief flash of something warm before the memory of Robert froze over him, shattered him all over again.

Children giggled somewhere nearby, a family ushering distracted little ones with too much energy for their tiny size into the building. Would those children know who to run from, if they needed to? Would they know not to trust the friendly smile of a stranger, not to take their own water bottle if he had touched it?

Would they-

"You didn't tell me you got a cat," Noah said from off to the side, and Finn dropped his hand, muscles tensing. He stopped pulling the string, and the kittens set up a chorus of meows, angry that their game had come to such a sudden end. One of them hissed in Noah's direction, tiny fangs bared. "Or...multiple cats."

"Mütterchen," Finn answered, gruffly, gesturing to where Little Mother had gone a few feet away. "She came to stay with me and had the kittens." He didn't look up, even as his heart began to beat faster, heavy inside his chest. "It is nice to have company, driving."

"No doubt." Noah, without asking, dropped to sit right next to him, nearly brushing Finn's left arm with his right. Finn tensed, shifting just enough to put a little space between them again. "Mütterchen, that's cute. What's it mean? Mother-... mother-hen?"

"Little Mother." Finn hated that Noah knew it now, that it felt like simply explaining it to him ruined the fragile love he had for her name. "Why are you here?"

"You turned your phone back on." Noah was looking at him - Finn could feel the weight of his eyes, even though he refused to give him anything in return. His voice was low, outwardly worried. "I told you to stay here, and I came to you. Do you... not remember that conversation?"

Sometimes Finn forgot things. Whole days, entire conversations, events... his memory came and went as it pleased, and only his time with Robert remained clearly etched into his mind, as much as the scars were carved eternally into his skin. Noah sounded concerned for him, but... Finn bristled, anyway. Something felt false in the tone, like he was acting.

Of course he was acting.

He was just upset the Mouse had been hiding in the walls, on the road, where he couldn't find him.

Finn cleared his throat. "No, this I know. I know we spoke, Noah, I did not forget, but. Why did you want to meet me?"

"Why? Finn-" Noah groaned, exasperated. "Come on. You up and vanished, man. Why was your phone off for a week, huh? Your phone, laptop... everything. The GPS in your truck, even. You could have been hurt, or dead, or in a cage somewhere again-"

Finn had to swallow the rising spike of panic at the idea. He could have been, couldn't he? And no one would know, once again no one would know. Just like before.

Noah leaned forward, his voice soft and sweet and sad. "What happened to you? What have you been doing?"

Finn had spent days bundled in the tent, watching the kittens and feeling warm down to his bones even with the icy chill outside. Inside the tent, they kept warm, he, Little Mother, and her kittens. He cooked ready-to-eat meals on a campfire in a pot that he washed using water from a stream. He'd felt entirely, perfectly alone. It had been wonderful.

Had Noah been worried that he was dead?

Guilt gnawed, even as half of him was sure it hadn't been worry but anger that Finn wasn't under his thumb, if he couldn't reach him and follow him and track him and-

And keep him-

"I wanted some time to myself," He muttered, hardly able to get the volume up to be heard. "That is all."

"Right." Noah sighed. "Yeah, no, take whatever time off you want, you know you're helping me out with transporting the, uh, the cargo to be sure, but... Finn." Noah paused. Finally, Finn cut a glance to the side, barely meeting those falsely warm, kind, soft eyes and that slight smile with his own solid closed-off nothingness. "Finn, look at me."

When his gaze didn't stick, Noah reached out and took him by the chin with his gloved hands, forcing him to make eye contact. Finn's muscles locked in a sudden burst of fear but he didn't move. He didn't dare move.

He always froze, for Robert.

"You can't turn that shit off," Noah said, voice low and soft. Poison underneath the velvet, Finn knew all about it. Fury under the false worry. Robert could speak so sweet and kind like that, and then beat him until he broke a rib and feel nothing. "I get worried when I don't know where you've gone off to. You get lost, Finn, and you and I both know it. You get lost in your head, you forget where you are or what you've been doing. You forget how to call for help. You forget everything."

Finn found himself trembling, fighting to stay still. The kittens pushed against his fingers and he pet them with numb hands, a little too roughly, staring at Noah because the other man hadn't yet let go and he didn't dare pull away. "I, I don't-... so much anymore-"

"You do." Noah's voice dipped, became firmer. "You still do. Don't lie to me." He let go, patting Finn's face briefly, and then looked down at one little kitten who had pushed against his leg, letting his fingers dangle so the little one could bat at them. "Remember when the, uh-" He glanced sidelong to see if anyone was paying attention to them, but no one was. "Remember when the runaways had to call me because you forgot how to use a phone? Just sat in the truck's cab talking to yourself for hours? When you kept trying to dial German phone numbers?"

Finn kept his eyes on the ground, feeling a blush heat his face even as he hunched his shoulders to hide it. "... I remember that they took the phone away and called you."

"And you spent months in the little house I rented for you barely able to even remember to brush your own teeth-"

"That was many years ago, Noah, when I first was sold to you-"

"Ssshhh! Even aside from that, what about just a few months ago, when you kept watching crime docs on Netflix and had nightmares for weeks on end and stopped answering to anything but Mouse?"

Finn stiffened, and his hands went up to hold his head as he dropped it, fingers digging into his short hair, eyes closed against heat he refused to acknowledge was tears. His head began to ache, a low pounding throb behind his temples. "Stop," He whispered, but Noah wasn't done.

Noah never stopped.

No one ever stopped because Finn asked them to, or begged, or pleaded...

"If you don't want to work, then stop working," Noah continued, putting a hand up to rub at Noah's back, circling and circling his palm, sending shudders of discomfort down Finn's spine. "Do whatever you want. I don't care, it's fine, you can even keep using the truck. But I'm not drowning in money, and I can't keep giving you cash if you're not doing your job, if you just stop contacting me and I can't even see where you are. I'm not rich, Finn. This isn't a lucrative business, saving people. You're a huge help to me, and I'm grateful for that. But... you can't keep making me worry about you and then acting like I don't have the right, after everything I've done for you. It's cruel, don't you think? You're like a brother to me, and when you just go off the grid for a week, I get so worried, and I don't deserve that. Not after the years I've taken care of you."

Finn watched Little Mother pounce, but she must not have caught her prey. Her tail twitched in dismayed annoyance, and she turned to look at him. He watched her eyes go to Noah. Back to him. Finn swallowed, barely daring to breathe, to move, not even daring to speak. His heart hammered inside of him, sweat stuck his sweater to his back beneath his coat.

"I don't have any identification that's real here," Finn muttered, voice weak. "I can't get a job that is not cash under tables. I-I have no passport, even-... Robert-"

"He took your passport, I know. And if you keep working for me, that's not a problem, I'll take care of you," Noah said, shifting to soothing. He patted Finn on the back and then dropped his hand, leaving crawling goosebumps like ripples in a pond, rolling out disgust over Finn's body. "If you don't want to do this anymore, that's fine. Strike out on your own, go with God, have my blessings, whatever. But I can't just... pay for you for everything forever. Everyone has to earn their keep, around here."

Robert used to say that all the time. Earn your keep. Finn earned his keep, as Robert's Mouse, on his knees or his back or his stomach or listening to the screams from the basement with the muzzle locking his jaw tightly closed, he couldn't even scream with them-

He shivered, shaking his head. "I do not want to stop," He whispered, lips barely moving. "I-I have nowhere to go, no one... I took a week off, Noah, that is all. Just a week-"

"You can take a week off whenever you want." Noah stood, brushing his hands down his thighs as if getting rid of some invisible dust. "Let me know first, and I'll make sure you have no work to do. But if you turn off your phone and your GPS again, I'm going to assume that means you quit, and I'll cancel your phone line and your debit card. So make sure I know where you are. Got it?"

Finn didn't look up. He held Little Mother's gaze as she moved closer to him, her tail a question mark, rubbing her face against his leg and giving a soft, curious meow.

"Hey." Noah nudged his other leg with his boot, and Finn flinched as if he'd been struck. "Oh, man. Hey, don't be like that." Noah softened once more - or his voice did. Finn didn't look up to see his expression. "I just want to know you hear me. I can't spend all my time worrying about you. Make sure I know where you are, from here on out. No exceptions. None. Understood?"

Finn swallowed. His throat felt like it had closed, like his heart had filled it with too much fear to speak. But he managed to whisper, "I understand, Noah."

"Good. I have a job to do here, a couple people to pick up and take to Vermont. You take a couple days to think about our conversation. I expect a call at 8 pm on Thursday, no later than that. If you don't call, I'll assume you quit and act accordingly. Stay safe."

He walked away, and Finn let him go, sitting in the smallest ball he could make of himself, listening to the happy people laughing and chatting around him as they took in the mountain views on every side.

Noah had Finn's passport.

He was sure of it - he was sure he remembered Robert handed it over when he sold Finn to him, when Robert's little Mouse was handed from one man's care to the next, silent and shivering through the experience.

But by the time he'd found the courage to ask, Noah had said there hadn't been any passport, just the title to the truck changing hands.

But Finn remembered it.

Then again, Finn remembered things that hadn't happened all the time, now. He forgot things that had happened, or that would happen. Noah was right, he barely remembered anything, really. Maybe that was something that hadn't happened, too.

Maybe...

But he was so sure, and the memory was so clear...

"Komme, Mütterchen," He said, pushing himself to his feet on wobbling legs. Little Mother and her kittens reluctantly allowed him to put them back into the truck, one by one. He made sure his phone was on and charging, his laptop, checked the GPS that was installed. Just as Noah told him to.

Good little Mouse, closing the door to his own cage.

At least, Finn thought, Noah's cage was so much larger than Robert's had been.

Even if it still wasn't freedom.

[icanbeyourgenie]

“ My sister got lost for seven hours in your fucking maze of a castle and no one looked for her?! You're her husband, that you like it or not, your duty is to protect her. Next time I won't be this merciful. ” – a mad Malachai to Aeron after learning Calypso got lost in the castle which prompt him to come

Aeron raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect the son of Triton to be there. Didn't he leave not long after the wedding? Aeron did not push the reasoning further. He didn't care much about a man he talked to maybe twice in his entire life. But he could see that the other prince was angry. Angry enough to confront him in an empty corridor with unsaid threats, when they all knew how fragile the peace between their two people were. Maybe Malachai didn't care, but war was a fate Aeron did want to avoid. However, if the fae had one passion in life, it was to push the buttons of angry people. And seeing the look on Malachai's face, he was about to have some fun.

“What are you talking about?” He was truly clueless there.

“Don't play me for a fool. I'm talking about your cousin 'accidentally' losing my little sister in this fucking maze of a palace for hours! If her maid didn't find her, she'd be dead by now.”

Aeron sneered. “If it's Euphemia you're talking about, it definitely wasn't an accident.”

“I know that. Which brings me back to my original point: You have a duty of care over her. It should not have happened.”

“What shouldn't have happened? Her needing the help of a maid not to die, or calling her big brother to the rescue like a little girl? Because I'd argue that both shouldn't have happened. But hey, who am I to judge the raising customs of merfolk, huh?”

Malachai's eyes got even redder if that was possible. He got closer to Aeron, clearly ready to strike. “Be very careful what you say next.” He warned.

“Besides, what do you want me to do about it? Put her on a leash? Oh wait-” He showed his wrist, where still lied Calypso's bracelet. “I already did.”

Malachai's fist ended up on Aeron's jaw faster than expected. Aeron laughed, and Malachai stroke again, and again, to wipe that smile off of the fae's face. It only intensified it but soon enough, Aeron started to fight back, and it got messy real quick.

They were already covered in blood when Malachai started to shake the ground to unsettle Aeron, who immediately fell on his back, giving Malachai the opportunity to get on top of him to keep hitting him. Aeron knew each one of Triton's kids were granted a power, but apart from Calypso's, he had no clue what the others were. Until today.

He used the fairy dust to animate a statue that was resting next to the wall, making it drag Malachai back just enough so Aeron could get back on his feet again. He stroke again, and noticed that for now, as heavily armed as they both were, none of them drew an actual weapon. Good, maybe Malachai did care about not starting a war after all.

“What is the meaning of this?”

This question came from the only person who could actually scare Aeron into giving up a fight. Fortunately, it stopped Malachai too. Of course it did, Aeron thought. Malachai probably had the same experience with Triton. After all, when your parent was the most powerful person alive, you learned to obey real quick.

So they were both on their feet, facing Morgana with their back straight, like they were just having a conversation and weren't covered in blood at all.

“Nothing, your Majesty.” Malachai spoke first. “We were just...”

“Settling a minor disagreement. It's over now.” Aeron finished.

“Good. Because my corridor is no place for a fight. If you boys have some extra energy to spend, we have actual training fields for it. Am I making myself clear?”

The Sceptre glowed a little - a bad sign - and they both nodded. It seemed to appease Morgana, but Aeron knew she hid her true feelings like no one.

“Now, Malachai, I believe you have just returned to us from the Sea. You must be tired from the journey. I had the servants prepare your room.”

“This is very kind of you, your Majesty.” He answered like a proper prince.

“Aeron, you're coming with me. We have things to discuss.”

When she walked ahead, Aeron had to follow her. He only turned around to see Malachai still fuming. He almost laughed. He didn't pay much attention to the heir of Triton before, outside of when he tried to gather informations, but maybe he should have. If the prince Malachai often displayed this temper, Aeron would definitely enjoy his company.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Stranger By The Pool Part 2–Joe Keery

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Part 1 Recap

Family vacations are never relaxing. By the end of it, I need a vacation from my vacation. After yet another family vacation fight, I ran off and hid at the pool. While I was there, I ran into a guy my age. He was cute, funny, smart, and turned out to be the actor, Joe Keery. Sadly, my sister dragged me back for family fun. Before I left, Joe snuck me a cocktail napkin with his number on it.

                              ~•~

It's been a month since our disastrous family vacation. I guess it wasn't super disastrous. I haven't been able to stop thinking about Joe. Before my sister told me, I never would've guessed he was a famous actor. He seemed so. . . normal.

I still have that cocktail napkin he wrote his cute little message and his number on. I see it almost every day and yet I haven't called him yet.

Life has only gotten worse since the family vacation. Work has gotten busier so I get home really late. I then wake up a few hours later and do it all over again.

Tonight, my last client canceled (they decided to go to marriage counseling instead of getting a divorce) so I decided to go get some wings and a lot of beer at the nearest bar.

Two plates of wings, one gallon of beer, and drinks I lost count of later, I called a cab to drive me home. When I walked into my apartment, I could barely unlock the door. I giggled as I continued to struggle as I shook my shoe off. I gasped when one flung down the hallway.

"Opps," I giggled.

I stumbled my way down the hallway, almost tripping on the shoe I already forgot was there. It was a miracle that I was able to change out of my work clothes and slip into a comfortable pair of leggings and an oversized flannel.

I was about to go pick a cartoon to watch until I fell asleep, but I saw the napkin on my desk. I chewed on my bottom lip for .5 seconds before grabbing the napkin. It took me a couple of minutes before finally finding my phone.

"Hello?"

"You shouldn't answer the phone for a number you don't recognize," I drunkenly slurred.

"I guess I shouldn't," he laughed.

"This is Y/N, by the way. We met that one night at the pool."

"I remember," he teased.

"Aww," I cooed. "That's so sweet. What are you doing right now?"

"I'm just leaving work. Why?"

"You should come over."

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "I'm bored and haven't been near anyone who isn't yelling at their spouse, arguing over the custody of children, or wanting answers to things I warned them about. I'm lonely, Joey."

"Y/N," he hesitated.

"I'm not lonely and want you to come over because of that," I giggled. I sighed before saying, "I just don't want to be alone. Again."

He did say anything. It was probably only a few seconds but my drunk brain made it feel like years.

"Text me the address."

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I had no idea why someone was knocking on my front door. I stood up but the room wouldn't stop spinning. I took a couple of steps but almost tripped over my coffee table.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" The person called out. I thought I knew who it was but I couldn't put my finger on who it was.

"Yes," I responded. "Give me a second."

It took me a second but I eventually got to the door. I giggled when I tripped and almost face-planted into the door.

"You sure you're okay?" The voice asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "I just. . . I can't get the door open."

"Try unlocking it?" The voice suggested.

"You are a genius, mystery voice!" I giggled.

I gasped excitedly when I finally got the door open. "Joe?" I stuttered. "What are you doing here? How do you know where I live? Have you. . . Have you been stalking me?"

"What?" Joe laughed. "Y/N, you called me and gave me your address. Do you not remember asking me to come over?"

"I wish I could say yes," I said slowly.

"Do you still want me to stay with you so you aren't alone?"

"Are you suggesting. . ."

"No!" Joe said quickly. "We both agreed that it wouldn't be for. . .that. You were struggling with work and were lonely. . . Do you really not remember?"

"I've had A LOT to drink," I giggled. I swayed and Joe had to catch me.

"Clearly," he chuckled. "Let's get you off your feet, huh?"

"I think that's a good idea," I sighed as I leaned my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and led me into my apartment.

The rest of the night was a little hazy. I remember sitting on the couch, watching something, talking about something, and then. . . Sleep.

                                * * * * *

I woke up with a hangover I haven't had since college. I rolled over, the light burning my eyes and my head. I sat up, instantly hit with a wave of nausea. I ran to my bathroom and emptied out all my drinks from last night.

"Are you okay?"

I jumped and turned around, the nausea getting worse. "Joe?" I gasped. "What are you. . . When did you. . . Hi?"

"Good morning to you too," he chuckled, handing me a glass of water and some Ibuprofen.

"Thank you," I whispered as I took it. I hesitated before taking the medication. After taking it, I brushed my teeth. Once I was done, I turned around to see Joe still standing there.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, leaning against the doorway.

"I'm okay," I mumbled, "just a little confused."

"About?"

"What happened last night." I looked away, embarrassment making another wave of nausea hit me.

"You don't remember?" Joe asked. I looked up to see him smirking at me.

"Alright," I sighed as I walked by him. "Laugh it up. But so you know, there's nothing wrong with a girl wanting to drink away her troubles after another crappy week at work."

"Y/N," he sighed as he caught up to me in the kitchen. "I'm sorry."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, turning around. "Did we run into each other at a bar or something?"

"Actually, you called me," he said, struggling to hide his smirk.

"What?" I stuttered. "Did we. . ."

"No," Joe chuckled. "We didn't sleep together. You told me you wanted our first time to be when we were both sober."

"Oh."

"And then you ran to the bathroom and puked."

"Sexy," I scoffed. I sighed, my face burning. "I'm sorry I called you."

"I'm not," he shrugged. "I was starting to wonder whether you had forgotten about me."

"I couldn't even if I tried."

I gasped when I realized I had said that out loud. I cleared my throat and try to walk away from him. Joe instantly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest.

"I'm glad that you didn't forget me," he whispered.

"You are?"

Joe leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. His lips were barely touching mine, almost like he was waiting for me to decide if I wanted to break the kiss or deepen it. I slowly kissed him back.

He broke the kiss, smiling down at me. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you," he whispered. "I kept kicking myself for not getting your number."

"I thought it was cute that you left your number on a cocktail napkin and snuck it into my hand," I shrugged.

"Cute, sure," Joe chuckled. "But really stupid when I wanted to call you and didn't have your number."

"You know," I smirked, "you still don't have my number."

"True," he chuckled. "But I have your address."

"You're gonna stalk me?"

"I don't have to," he shrugged.

"True," I giggled. "You could still ask for my number."

"I have a better idea," he said, a smirk slowly spreading across my face.

"Would you like to share your brand new idea with the class?" I teased.

"How about I take you on a date?"

"There's a new brunch place down the street that I've been dying to try," I suggested. "Give me a few minutes to shower and make myself look presentable."

"I think you look great."

"You're just saying that because you have to," I laughed as I pushed him back.

"I am not!" He called out as I jogged to my room. I poked my head out and looked at Joe at the other end of the hallway.

"For an actor," I said loud enough for him to hear me, "you're a pretty bad liar."

"Some women would say that's distinguished."

"In a normal guy, sure. But in an actor, it's kinda a bad quality."

Part 2

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Sixteen. Part 2

I am so done with Juke, and he doesn’t understand that, I refuse to let anyone and him ruin anything I have. I fucking told him to stay away from Imani because the girl is not good, I should know. Rylee even knows that, but he wants to go to her because she has money, that is it really. The boy knows Imani has money, I know he wants Sky but Sky ain’t got shit, that bitch was living off him, well practically me. I can’t support it, I know Rylee was being kind of enough about the apartment thing but no, I can’t do anything. I need to let him make his mistakes “my auntie” Aziel pointed at Imani “let’s pretend you don’t have one” I drove off, they look so fucking stupid there, I told Wadz to pick my car up. This bastard was in my car and picking her up, taking care of her on my dime. I paid for the whole Guyana trip plus the funeral and now he wants to do that, I refuse “why dad?” Aziel asked, “because sometimes you got to ignore people, and this is one of them” he is confused and I don’t blame him “ok” looking at my dashboard and Juke is calling, of course he is but I answered “what?” I said “you’re so embarrassing, how you leaving us here? You asking for us to get killed” he said, putting it on me “is that my problem? No my fault you aren’t liked, you have Imani be with her, not on my dime. Do it on her dime, I don’t care that cheeky bitch had it coming. I am not playing anymore, you chose your bed so lay in it” he huffed out “she is crying to Rylee now so yeah, you deserve that” putting the phone down “piece of shit, both of them” I said to myself “dad is JJ mad?” Aziel asked me “erm we all are but son it’s ok, don’t worry about it. Just adults trying to figure things out” answering the call from Wadz “where you at? I need the key” he asked, “park outside Lee home, I am going there, this cheeky fucker took my car, well he asked which is fine but then picked up Imani” Wadz snorted laughing “what is his plan? To be with her?” I shrugged “I don’t know bro but it’s not on my dime, and then Imani wanted to get cheeky with me and now claim she is a victim, I mean whatever, they are just mad I took the car off them, she is literally pulling a Rylee, and for what? Juke ain’t me, and he won’t fund her, she will need to fund him” it just makes me so mad; nobody listens to me though.

Passing my car key to Wadz “you back with Rylee? I mean like living with her” shaking my head “nah, I mean we are back together but I ain’t like move in, we just spend time together and all that. I don’t want to move in with her just yet, I think you know. I want to just work things out, my dad threw a lot of things sideways so yeah, just going to take it as it is right now” Wadz smiled “mans wants to be a husband, it would be funny to see” I chuckled “trust me, it will be weird to me too. That word alone, I don’t know what a husband do either, shit. I don’t know but yeah, take my car back to the apartment please, and if you see Juke just whack him for me, he is so dumb” Wadz waved at Aziel, but he hid behind me “what is wrong with him, alright. I am going now, speak soon” dapping him “speak soon” moving back “let’s go inside, give me that” taking his backpack from him “dad I am tired” I am not shocked, he has been out since he left school “little man you got school work and then sleep” holding his hand “oh no” I chuckled “I would say oh no too, mom ain’t letting you off either” walking up the drive, Lee opened the gate for me, she needs to give me the password really because why am I having to do that but I will leave it, I think it’s better we take it slow like that but I have the code to the door, I can get into the door but then I would need to get through the gate so at the end of it, I ain’t winning “when we get in I need you to be good and go straight to doing your work” seeing as Imani has called I know Rylee will want to speak to me, I guess we will see if she thinks I did bad, I hope she doesn’t anyways.

Aziel dragged his feet up the steps, he better do his work “come up” Rylee waved me up from the steps and went back up “you had fun with dad, you look tired?” she asked him, walking up the steps “I speak later I got work” I laughed “oh wow, you got business, go for it. I will be in my bedroom so if you need me come there” Aziel acting stressed out “is it because I am here son?” I asked but he shook his head “he about to fall asleep, watch” getting to the top of the steps, Rylee is just stood there “what happened to the meeting? You had one” I shrugged “missed it but YB was there” Rylee hugged me so I held her back “you didn’t need too, I would have picked him up, but I didn’t want to question it, are you ok?” nodding my head “I suppose, you not mad?” I am confused “mad at who?” she moved back from the hug “why would I be mad when I stepped back from Imani, I have realised that I can’t let this girl ruin what I have when we are in the moment of fixing us and she wants to bring her shit into it, she did call me crying” nodding my head “I just thought you may have just been mad that I did what I did, I am just scared it will come between us” I admitted “only if we let it, I am impressed though. Kicking out Juke, I know that took a lot in you to do that because you do love him” I shrugged “I suppose it shows who I want and what is important to me, I am going to end up being lost. Juke don’t care about me like I do him, he likes me for what I give him, which is money. My care is pure, and I know it, but who’s going to love me, not him. So yeah, he pushed it anyways. I am done with him though” Rylee poked her bottom lip out at me “I am sorry Oakley; I hate to see you upset but I guess you’re used to it?” I sighed out laughing “well I mean yeah, I guess. You’re right, I wish that I couldn’t say you aren’t, but you are with everything, but fuck them. I mean yeah maybe you’re upset about Imani so my bad” I need to not talk too much shit “Imani is a bitch, come” she waved me over “let’s go to the bedroom, I am cleaning that is why and I can tell you what she said” so much drama.

Oh Rylee is cleaning “you making space for me?” she laughed “you wish, you’re living out of a suitcase when that happens, but I have so much spare clothing I can giveaway, so I am doing that” sitting on her bed “good view” I grinned, she is bending over “ass in the air, you nasty” I chuckled “anyways, concentrate so she called me crying and said that Oakley attacked her but then she changed it up because I said what, how? Then she said I am in London and then after that I didn’t want to hear it, she said you called her nasty words and she is blaming you for this and I said hold on now, he warned you about Juke, so you tell me what did he do wrong? Nothing, we only care but she didn’t want to hear it at all, the only sound she wanted to hear was her own voice. Then I asked where you going, she said Juke is taking me to his mother, I said you fucking weird trying to retract my footsteps like that, then she got mad and said if dad finds out I am saying it’s me, oh she is so full of shit. I told Ti where she is so she can choke. Imani is so stupid, so what he took your virginity, fucking grow up” she is stupid “she said something about me liking young girls” Rylee groaned out “oh she can shut up, I will beat her ass. Don’t fucking let a bitch like that get to you, I am so serious. She is fucking nothing, I am so mad with her Oakley, just leave her to it, she will be her own downfall remember that” Rylee said but honestly that was fucked up.

“Oakley don’t worry about it; my parents won’t blame you” I had to laugh because he’s my brother “you think? I think they will, they will say he’s my brother, he’s just stupid. It makes it a mess for me” Rylee turned to me “Oakley, no. I got your back so who cares what they think? I know that little rat, I know what she is like so don’t worry about it, fuck my life. Who is that, but listen to me, just don’t worry about it. I hate to see you stressed when they aren’t worth it, I’ll be back” rubbing the side of my face as she walked off, come to think of it she has a lot of clothing, she isn’t wrong with that. I need to stop stressing. Looking around the bedroom, this is literally my side of the bed too. I do miss being here, pulling open the side draw and some of my cancer medication is here still, Rylee does not clean up because why she got this still, closing the drawer. I can hear Rylee talking so let me get up and check on what is happening “daddy I need help” Aziel ran over to me with the paper in hand “you do, I’m here. I’ll see you in a second ok” he nodded his head “I’m playing” he walked off, Aziel is so sassy now, he is getting like his mother really. Walking down the steps “why are you being like this!?” Imani shouted “because I am not your mother, I am your sister. You treat me and Ti like shit and think we will help!?” Imani would be here “you have so many bedrooms and I can’t have one?” She looked at me “oh of course he’s here, he disrespected me Rylee and you have him. He used what I have and called me crazy, he said I should be in an asylum. Rylee stop being a fucking bitch” Lee straight slapped her “don’t you fucking dare ever! Ever! Fucking call me a bitch and think you will get away with it! How dare you! How fucking dare you when we have tried to be nice to you and you think you can manipulate my man! You can blame him for his bastard brother, fuck you!” She is crying now “not having this shit! Mom is going to know; you can stay but out of my way and if you even breath on Oakley I will beat you again. I have had enough of your shit and everyone in this family, this is my time! My time to settle and now you want to come and ruin shit!” She has set Rylee off but Rylee walked away “I hate you” I rushed down knowing she was about to hit Rylee, and I don’t want that, so I grabbed Imani before she did, but she turned to me and slapped me “fuck you” I pushed her to the ground “what the fuck you doing!?” I half shouted, “she was going to hit you just leave it, allow it. I think she knows” I said to Rylee “you’re done!” She half shouted, “get the fuck out of my house, you ain’t staying here you stupid bitch!” moving Rylee into the kitchen.

I shouldn’t have pushed her to the ground, but she did slap me which was wrong “finally mom, finally you fucking pick up the phone. I want you to come to London and sort that little bitch daughter out, I am not having her here. I am not having her come into my house attack my man and then she think she won’t be questioned; you think she is innocent huh. She lost her virginity mother to the worst little boy on earth and now she is here thinking she is in love; you deal with her before I fucking murder her!” Rylee shouted, the line is so silent that I am not sure that her mom is on the phone “Imani is in New York?” she just said “no the bitch is in my house, that unhinged fucking whore. I want you to come here to London and deal with her” Rylee is too irate “relax, it’s hard on your mom too” I said to Rylee, she has it on speakerphone and this must be hard on her “Rylee, I just. What?” Robyn said “mom, you need to come here and deal with it and you know what, tell dad. She needs to know that dad is not the one to play with because he is not nice” Juke will be getting it now “she lost her virginity too? Wow, I feel so upset, wow. Erm, I will come right now, I will tell Amerie, I am coming. Rylee please just keep her at the house” she said “no the bitch goes, fuck her” rubbing my chin “Rylee, look please. She doesn’t deal with things like us, I am telling you to bite your tongue for me. Please, just please I am asking you to just hold her there and I will get her” Rylee rolled her eyes “you better come, I am not having her here being a bitch and getting away with it” she put the phone down “your mom sounds very upset” I said “I mean the baby that wasn’t going far in life just popped her cherry, yes they are upset” walking behind Rylee and the door is open, I guess she is gone. Walking towards the door to see that she is gone “bitch is gone” Rylee stepped outside, looking at the ground, that is the work Aziel wanted me to do, picking it up from the ground “she can’t have gone far, Aziel!?” I spat, jogging up the steps “you think your sister would take Aziel out of spite? Aziel, you here son” walking to his bedroom “Aziel!” I spat looking in his room “what do you mean?” Rylee ran up behind me “no? Aziel” Rylee pushed ahead of me “Aziel, you here baby” holding the paper “this is the work he wanted me to help with, I will call Juke” getting my phone out from my pocket “she is such a fucking bitch!” Rylee screamed out, she can’t do anything bad to him but it’s late “you want nothing to do with me” Juke said “you fucking right dickhead, but where is my son? Is she there” he is driving “dad I am going for ice cream” Aziel said “again!? Juke you bring him back, I am not even playing” he put the phone down on me “they have him!?” Rylee spat “yeah, they will bring him back” Rylee pushed me and walked off “what is she doing with my son” Rylee sobbed out, I know they won’t do anything and are doing it to upset Rylee but still.

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Left 4 dead ponyville chapter 4 the ruins of crash course season 2 the ruins

They were walking after the crash, and they found a couple of supplies, food, water, med kit, pain killers, AD shots, and better weapons, and movie held midnight for hours but movie needed a break from midnight hugging her but she felt ashamed of what she did leaving blood behind she hoped they don't see her dad anywhere soon till pinkie called out to midnight she jumped off movie running to the front midnight gasped see her dad alive dad?

Blood smiled, saying they couldn't kill me mid, but we gotta go now grab the supplies and follow me they all grabbed the supplies and ran for the first and only safe house movie was shocked how is blood alive.? Late when everyone was asleep, blood went outside rolling a blunt but movie was walking out blood? Oh, movie, come sit movie sat beside blood wondering how he didn't turn how? Im immune, so is jamesy. Some of us are immune. Some are not immune, but look, this is probably all new to you movie but we got your back now. we're your family in this place till we find a cure blood light, his blunt watching the sunset beautiful, huh? Movie then saw the beautiful pink orange yellow and red sunset go down, then the beautiful moon light appeared showing all the beauty the infected brought to this realm new plants old animals from the old times the infection isn't always bad movie jyst gotta see the beauty from others eyes then blood puffed on the blunt blowing smoke in movies face toke on this and see the beauty movie coughed taking a small hit coughing more blood went to ask something then got his mouth covered by Bill shhh both of you there here. We have to alert the group movie said with a worried tune no. I have a better idea. Blood jumped out in front of infected river and infected belle but as blood pulsed them away, he yelled to run, but a smoker grabbed pulling him to a street corner bill grabbed movie running back to the group I need two survivor now jamesy stood up ready then nick got up kick ass then Pinkie hugged nick jamesy and Bill good luck the three of you we'll meet you guys ahead movie couldn't lose jamesy again let me go too? Movie shouted. I'll take nicks place. jamesy said, "No, move out, trio Bill hollwered movie. Couldn't let this happen. Wait, please, then midnight muzzled movie dragging her with the others. ~We'll get to the rescue of blood, but let's see where group two gets into shall we mahahahah!~ sniperjack was pulling one wagon of survivor, and surprise jr was pulling the other wagon of survivor those two love to compete with each other to see who's stronger even when a zombie apocalypse has started but it's mainly surprise jr being stronger then sniperjack pinkie is the second in command she made me a nurse helping her calm down the young ones and jess she's a pain in the ass but she's apart of bloods life just like jamesy is my homie I am movie slate and I'm surviving this apocalypse one way the oldest is midnight shy pie say hi midnight? Movie stops. I look terrible. I'm just waking up, but here we have rave and B two twins with a hidden power their hard sleeper they been protecting us at night, so they sleep during the day, and here we have day breaker pie the flame are they main thing keeping this group alive movie stop my hair and tail are not the main thing the main thing is my dad but day your flame detected most of the infected and we have been ready yes we have your dad but he's not here right now

And we have three 1 year olds pinkie and the wife of blood Jessica Pie. Movie, I swear I will destroy your camera again, movie stopped and started helping Pinkie. Movie watched Jess as Jess watched for blood and the others, then a faded roar/groan echoed pinkie then signaled surprise Jr and Sniperjack to stop and hide the put the covers on the wagon as they hid from the roaming special infected and normal infected a roaming witch came by scratching against the wagons then a hunter jumped on one of the wagon sniffing around the hunter growled jumping away but little did they know they were beginning tracked by the super infected then sniperjack had a shot on the hunter she took her shot exploding it's head move out sniperjack said as her and surprise jr started pulling the wagons again. For hours, they traveled, staying out of sight

Mod pie: to be continued on Google docs

Tag: @askmovieslate

[therummonster]

here's my entity persona, aka: Therum.

stuff below is just pointless backstory blathering, you have been warned. it's long. it's also all just probably gonna be the lore i figured out for em... there's so much TvT

this creature has been in progress for a long ass time, back-backstory being the fact that they were cursed after putting on an indoraptor like skull. now they still have their prior face, it's just covered up by the scales and teeth, as seen in most of my open mouth pictures of self, or in the thing in the background when you click on my profile.

the curse is the dark scales, it originated from the face and slowly spreading until part of the neck was covered, the legs had been deformed and all that was left of their hands was skin covering claws. a tail had sprouted and they could feel any pain that came from the scales.

by the point all this had happened, they realized it was caused by stress, and the golden stripe were marks of supposed permanence, soon this would be debunked when they met their first roommate, a hero who said he was from universe A16, after finding out one of their previous "bosses" was watching him, they picked him up and hid him in their place of work.

it was debunked due to the fact that under a high amount of stress in a chance encounter in which by the end, Therum was stressing about the fact that now they were this giant monster, gold marks all the way down, slowly losing feeling of skin. (basically looking as shown in picture above)

in a split second decision, they just got knocked out. when they awoke, they were back home, on a couch, back to normal.

after that they decided to just fully keep a room open for his use and then went off to buy a voodoo doll off a very sketchy doll seller {if you want more info, i'd be ecstatic to provide} so that way this dude don't get messed with!

course this isn't the end! on a walk they found a frog hybrid with some VERY nasty scars. the frog seemed to recognize Therum and went into a happy distress, therum realized "ah shi, someone knows me..." and then proceeded to tell them {with slight annoyance} that they had mistaken them for someone else.

eventually they just sighed, and since their home just sunk into the sea for a while, they take home another roommate. the reason why they were kept is because of the sheer amount of trauma and abuse going on over there.

so! back to the sketchy doll seller to buy a frog.

when they returned they immediately felt something was off and went into a furious panic, when one of the roommates walked in to see what the noise was about, they got transported somewhere very, very dangerous.

getting out of that zone, whoop! someone else is cursed, so gotta do that arc now.

they actually own a business as well, which is in this rundown buildings they're all staying in. it probably use to be an apartment complex, but now it's refurbished into "Therum's Artistry" where Therum doodles things for clients. there's an off shooting room which is where they stay and figure out possibilities in this blank abyss covered in scraps of paper connected by strings suspended in nothing{surprisingly, my actual profile pic is an example of this room}

the clients that come in can range from gods to just some children wanting a picture of a dragon. but ever since they've taken in both of these people they've been getting more and more letters from a split persona of their late boss. and gods that are bad news show up more and more.

so now as a side gig, partially also for their studies, they go off and check on other dimensions in specific zones or realities. which now upon the introduction of something weird, they've been hoping the one that's been sending them letters, doesn't drag some lovely idiots into this world they call Lyren!!

{can't think of anything more, i'll probably reblog this with more info if i find it.}

[mylittlesyn]

Since I see a lot of Father’s Day posts today I came here to wish Yuuji a happy Father’s Day 💗💗💗 He is such an amazing and sweet husband and dad in your Night Out story 😭💗 please make sure to spoil him a lot today. But I know you always take good care of him 💗💗

So I'm a little late replying because I wanted to write something for this. Originally I was going to write the next chapter of night out, but then I thought about how long that would take and how it would have *nothing* to do with father's day. So then I thought... Ok how about a little prequel moment? I think I spoiled him plenty, but you can tell me:

Premise: Yuuji experiences the birth of his first child and his very first father's day.

TW: birthing but not really Gorey, other than that it's just pure fluff.

“Okay, okay… Just one more push.” Yuuji informs as he wipes your forehead with a towel. You were sweating, in pain, and it felt like you were being torn apart in two. You wanted nothing more than for it to be over. Brain was foggy and your body sore, you were starting to think you couldn’t do it. 

“It’s too much.” You cried. “It hurts, I can’t, I’m so tired…” You whined with Yuuji letting go of your hand to cup your face. 

“You can do it. You’re almost done. I know you can. You’re the absolute most brilliant and strong and fierce woman I know. Now just one, last push.” He encouraged before placing a kiss onto your forehead. 

“Time to push.” The doctor informed with Yuuji taking your hand. You squeezed his hand, and pushed with all your might. Yuuji cheered you on the entire time, saying every encouraging thing as you cried out in pain. Finally, some relief came when it was over. You let your head fall back on the mattress, eyes closing, lips curling into a smile when you heard the sound of a baby crying. 

“You did it.” He whispered while wiping your face to quickly start peppering it with kisses. Your eyes fluttered open when he stopped, watching him walk towards the crying. When he came back, there was a crying baby in his arms. The look of joy on his face was like nothing you had ever seen. It was the most beautiful look of pure utter sunshine filled joy that you had ever seen on that beautiful face of your husbands. In his arm was a tiny little thing. The head barely fit in a single one of his hands. He passed this small tiny newborn to you, holding the head before placing it into the crook of your elbow. “Look at our baby boy!” He gushed, his hand smoothing small tufts of pink hair that had blackened roots. When his eyes finally opened, they matched yours. 

“You’re a dad.” You hummed. “You’re going to be the best one.” 

You woke up early, slipping out of bed and trying your best to not wake your husband who was fast asleep next to you. Walking into Tora's room, you noticed him already awake in his crib. He was sitting upright and when he noticed you he cooed happily. You picked him up in your arms, you threw a blanket over your shoulder and adjusted so Tora was sitting on your cocked hip. With your free hand, you took out the canvas sheet you had hid in the room, along with the basket with paints and headed downstairs. After putting everything on the table, you placed Tora on the floor. He started to crawl away while you placed the canvas on the floor. You were quick to grab Tora and place him by the canvas again before walking into the kitchen. Reaching up in the cupboard, you grabbed a plate and paper towels and placed them both by the canvas before dragging Tora back over to the canvas. Pouring out red paint onto the plate, you took your hand and dipped it into the paint before placing it onto the canvas. With a fresh paper towel, you wiped the red paint off of your hand

Finally you sat Tora in front of you and mixed white paint with the red to make pink. “Alright, so today is Father’s day, Tora. And we want to do something special for daddy, right?” You cooed while taking his tiny hand and pressing it to the canvas right beside where yours was. He fussed and whined as you tugged his arm around. “Shhh… Yuuji has like supersonic hearing with you crying and fussing. I don’t want him to wake up.” You whispered while taking your finger and drawing a border surrounding your two hand prints. Wiping your finger, you took both of Tora’s hands and coated them with paint. “Ok alright, go nuts.” You watched as Tora crawled away a foot or so before sitting on the canvas. As soon as he looked up at you, he smiled bright, showing off his two bottom teeth. “Tora no!” You scolded, taking his hand and stopping him from putting it in his mouth. “Please don’t. Don’t eat paint.” You complained while watching him hit his little fist against his thigh. “You can crawl around, make as much of a mess as you want, but… Please Tora… Don’t eat the paint…” 

He started to crawl around the canvas before gathering more paint, slapping his hands in it and giggling. You headed into the kitchen and started to make rice to put into the rice cooker. After taking out the egg carton, you turned on a burner and placed a little oil in it. When you peeked up at Tora, you rushed over to him and quickly took his hand out of his mouth again. “Tora, no!” You shouted, sighing at his pouts and how he grabbed back his hand in anger. There was pink paint splattered everywhere. On the floor, his diaper, his feet, and legs. It was something you could clean later, the paint was cheap enough to be easy to remove fortunately. What was surprising, was how little there was on the canvas… You decided to try to go back to making the omelet, heading into the kitchen. Cracking a few eggs into the pan, you began to whisk the eggs furiously with chopsticks. The pan already hot from waiting for so long had the eggs cooking quickly. You stole a glance again, seeing that Tora was smearing his hands over the canvas. Your lips curled up into a smile. It was exactly what you wanted. With the chopsticks, you rolled the egg over in on itself to start to make the omelete. While tilting the pan and letting the egg curl along the edge, you continued to fold it before making it jump just enough to roll onto the other side. When you looked up again at Tora, you noticed his hands moving close to his mouth so you quickly tossed the pan on a burner that was off and ran over to him. Yuuji rushed over at the same time, your head crashing into his with both of you falling backwards. He scrambled to hold Tora’s wrist just before he placed his fist into his mouth, and the music came on to indicate the rice cooker was finished. Both of you started laughing with Tora giggling along with you both. 

“What are you doing?” He asked once the laughter died down. 

“I was hoping to have this finished before you woke up, but…” You pursed your lips before looking at the mess around you both. When you looked up at Yuuji, and you stared into those bright gold eyes of his, you just wanted to show him all of your appreciation. “Happy Father’s day!” You grinned from ear to ear. His eyes shone like the sun on the brightest day, but watered like a cool shower on a hot day. He smiled so wide that his eyes squeezed shut with tears rolling down his cheeks. In a single swift movement, he gathered Tora in his arms and placed a kiss on your lips. 

“Thank you.” He whispered. 

“I’m sorry for the mess, and I promise I’ll clean it up, I just wanted to have breakfast ready for you first.” You apologized before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. 

“It’s ok, I can help clean!” Yuuji chimed while placing Tora down. 

“No really! Please let me clean up!” You insisted while grabbing a plate and plopping some rice down before shaping it. Yuuji followed you into the kitchen with the paper towels, taking a few and wetting them. When you turned around to place the omelet, you dropped the plate on the counter. “Yuuji! Look!” You watched as Tora grabbed onto the leg of the dining room table to help himself stand. With wobbly legs, he turned around while still holding onto the leg. Yuuji came up from behind you and blindly searched for your hand. Tora let go of the dining table and took a couple steps. Just as he fell forwards with his hands touching and smearing on the plate with paint, Yuuji squeezed your hand tighter.

 “You can do it Tora!” Yuuji shouted as you watched him stand back up. His eyes found him and Tora walked on the plate before rushing to Yuuji with a bright smile on his face. The very first foot steps he took were now recorded on the canvas, as Yuuji let go of your hand, running over to his son before picking him up with a swirl. “You did it! You did it! You walked for me!” You could hear Yuuji smothering Tora with kisses, Tora squealing in response. All the while, you slid the omelet on top of the rice. Reaching into the fridge, you pulled out the ketchup and wrote ‘best dad’ on the omelet. You felt Yuuji press a kiss onto your cheek before resting his forehead on your temple. “Best Father’s day ever.” 

[bobbys-naughty-corner]

So I’ve been playing dead by daylight recently and searching fan art of the game so now I’m horny for slashers. Here’s a fic of pyramid head

Warning: noncon/dubcon, 18 +, explicit. Read at own risk

Pyramid Head x reader

I woke right beside a generator and quickly rushed towards it. I hated when the trail started, I’m sure everyone does. And this place always made me more uncomfortable than any other. The killer being Pyramid Head gave me the hardest time. I’m used to getting caught and hooked but not caught and fondled. He’d know exactly where I was and always chased after me as if I was the only here. I wanted to get out of this school as quickly as I could. “Hey.” Feng whispered as she came to help me with the generator. I nodded her way and she told me she saw Pyramid Head on the other side of the school last. She knew I had the worst time with him. I heard the start of another generator across the hall, I guess that was the other survivors. Feng and I were close to finishing but when I saw Meg and Jake run pass the classroom my heart instantly sank and I felt uneasy. We’re they being chased. My heart beat thumped loudly in my ears and Feng and I both knew Pyramid Head was coming. But we didn’t even bother leaving the generator, we were so close.

Feng gasped and looked above me. I felt my body yanked and slammed against one of the desk in the room. Pyramid Head wrapped his hand around my neck, choking the life out of me. Feng flashed her flashlight in his face and he let me go, shielding himself from the light. I gasped and coughed, rolling off the desk and running away. I heard Feng cry out and she sprinted out the room limping and trailing blood. I helped her down the corridor and we rounded a corner to the infirmary and I covered her mouth as she cried in pain. When my heart beat stopped pounding in my ears I instantly healed her up. Using some of my clothing to bandage her wound. “Thank you Feng. Can you continue or do you need a minute?” She shook her head and stood up like she was never hurt. “Let’s go, we have one generator left.” And right as she said that we heard the doors turn on. They fixed all of the generators? Jake and Meg were really good at the generators. We left the infirmary and headed towards the Teachers room we’re we met up with Jake. “Hey! This way!” He beckoned us over and we rushed over to him. He led us to the doors that was already being opened by Meg.

My heart beat again thuddd in my ear and everyone scattered. Well everyone except Meg. She bravely stayed opening the gate even while Pyramid Head approached her. “Meg! Run!” I yelled at her. The killer turned his huge cone head towards my voice and began walking towards me. I ran down the corridor, his large very oversized sword dragging against the floor as he chased me. He was slow but not as slow as Michael. I heard the blaring sound of the gate opening. If I could just get around him I’ll be free. I ran up the stairs to the second floor and entered the equipment room. Hiding in the corner. I panted and tried to steady my breathing as I heard his sword clanging against the stairs as he came up. Should I have ran further? Maybe, but it was too late for that now. I didn’t hear the dragging of metal, I know he was on this floor. My heart still thudded in my ears, so I know he was close. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. He was absolutely terrifying. My legs shook and my body dripped in sweat. Calm down, you’ll get out of this. Just relax. I took a deep breath in and out. But I nearly lost my shit when a hand clasped over my mouth. I opened my eyes wide and panicked but calmed down when I saw it was Jake. He put a finger to his lips to shush me. I nodded and he took his hand away from my mouth. He led me out of the room and down the stairs. We crouched and crept to the door. Jake stopped when he heard clanging infront of us. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his body over mine, caging me in between his arms as we hid from Pyramid Head. My chest touched his as I took heavy breaths. “Listen. He’s just going to keep going after you so I’ll distract him and you run to the door okay.” Jake said. He looked into my eyes and smiled a little. “No, I can’t let you do that. You could be killed.” I replied back. Our whispering was pretty loud but the tension only grew when we heard the killer again. “I’ll be right after you. I’m only going to run around the floor once and head straight for the door right after.” He said. I shook my head which made Jake frown. “Do you want to get out of this alive or what? We can’t just argue until he gets us. Now when I say run, you run. Got it.” He was stern and his tone was deep. As if talking to a child. I just sighed and nod my head in agreement.

Jake peeked out the door and motioned me to follow him. We continued to crouch towards the door. When we were close to the door we heard running. Fast, heavy thudding footsteps coming right at us. We turned around and saw Pyramid head sprinting. Since when?! We scrambled to our feet but Jake tripped over his laces. When I went to go help him back up he pushed me. “Run!” He yelled at me right before the sword pierced through his body. The sword even went through the floor. Jakes blood quickly spilled and touched my boots. I pushed myself back as Pyramid Head stepped towards me. I turned around and tried to run but he grabbed me by my hair. I was so close. The gate was right there. I cried, kicked and screamed as he dragged me down the corridor. He dragged me into the teacher room by the stairs and forced me over the desk. My face against the desk while his other hand held my hip. I gasped and jumped when I felt something grinding on my ass. His hand tore my shirt from where I had ripped it to help Feng. He grabbed my bra and tugged on it a couple of times. “Wait! What are you doing?! Stop!” I tried to push myself up but he was definitely stronger than me. The little muscle I had and height couldn’t even compare with him. He was a real beast. He pulled my bra this time making the fabric rip, the wire underneath cut my skin and it came off. He grunted, pleased to see my exposed back. Trailed his huge hand down my spine. Gurgles coming from the inside of his ‘head’, as if trying to speak.

He released my hair and my body. When I tried to get up he pushed me back but still didn’t hold me down. “Agh!” I cried at the force. I tried getting up again and he slammed me harder into the wood. I stayed still knowing if I moved he would just do the same thing. He wanted me to be against the desk but didn’t want to hold me down. After a couple of second of obeying him he raked his nails down my back. Digging into my skin enough to draw blood as his hands trailed from my shoulders down to the dimples above my ass. I kept silent, crying to myself as the pain of his nails nearly had me kicking. I forced myself to stay still. I felt the flat end of that pyramid on his head drag the blood down my back, playing with it and painting my skin in my own blood. His hands came beside my body on the desk and he bang to grind his bulge against my ass again. His grinding turned into humping. He pushed up my skirt and put his hand back on the desk and humped my ass, his bulge hitting right at my covered heat. He was rough and pushed my body into the desk, making the desk shake every time his hips slammed against my butt.

I was undeniably wet. My vagina enjoying the teasing of him trying to fuck me through our clothes. Well what ever it was he wore. I whimpered and held back my moans. My hands covering my mouth. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. His humps got faster and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moaned out and he pressed a hand to my lower back keeping me and the desk steady as he continued to thrust against my vagina. I heard small sounds of pleasure, grunts and groans, coming from him. Of course he was enjoying this. It was sick. What got him all riled up? Was it the killing? It couldn’t be? He didn’t do this to anyone else. But how would I know? I wouldn’t tell anyone about this. Did he does this to Meg, Claudette, or Feng? Would he even care whether if they were male or female? I was taken away from my thoughts when I felt his finger slide against my panty. I gasped and squirmed away, covering my breast and crawling on my ass. He growled angrily. He pointed to the desk and I shook my head. “Just kill me!” I rather die then go any further. He grunted and pointed at the desk again. “No!” I yelled. He stomped over to me and grabbed my arm. I yelped and stared at the pyramid as if looking at his face and whimpered. He pulled me up and brought me back to the desk. Gurgling and squishy sounds emanating from the Pyramid. It made me cringe. He was clearly trying to speak. He pointed to the desk once more and released my arm.

I shook my head no and he pushed me. He kept pushing me. Trying to make me to lay on the desk on my own. As he pushed and shoved me he growled. “Okay! Okay!” I yelled at him. I bent over but he lifted me back up and shook the Pyramid left and right, ‘no’. He didn’t want me in that position anymore. I used one hand to jump on the desk and lean back. He let out an approved grunt. He knelt down and the metal pyramid touched the bottom of my breast. He pushed my thighs up and apart. I stared at the ceiling and tried to remove myself mentally. Thinking of my new friends. Knowing that they’re back at camp, probably wondering where I was but safe until another trial. I gasped and nearly sat up when in felt something long and wet swipe across my slit. The pyramid vibrated as if he was laughing. His fingers moved my panty to the side but he still ripped them. His hand then came up and grabbed mine. I flinched away but he grabbed them again, gently this time. Entangling his fingers in mine, I let out a shuddered moan when the wet appendage licked my exposed folds. My hips bucked slightly and my legs rested on the edge of the desk. Did he really have a tongue? Does that mean he has a head? No, at least I don’t think so. The Pyramid was too narrow for anyone to wear.

He licked up and down my folds until his tongue slipped passed them and found my clit. “Mmmm!” I squealed through my closed lips. His right hand left my hand and used my arousal to soak his dirty fingers. I felt disgusted having him touch me like this but it did feel good. He was gentle this time. Unlike when he was humping me. I’d soon eat my words when he forced two fingers into my vagina at once. I cried and grit my teeth. My free hand pushing at his head while my other hand squeezed his. He grunted and I felt the wet muscle poke my clit. Flicking at my clit teasingly making me moan. His fingers scissored my hole, stretching me out. It felt uncomfortable since he was a big and thick man thing. His fingers moving in and out of me, the sounds of my wet pussy filled my ears. I squirmed underneath him and he groaned. His ‘tongue’ or whatever it was entered my hole between his fingers. It was longer, really long, and it licked my insides so nicely. My eyes rolled back and his fingers slowly slid out of me, holding my thigh as his tongue are me out. I felt my stomach sink in but also expand as my bladder filled up. I know that feeling. As many times as I loved it I hated it now. “Please stop I don’t want to.” I cried. He just continued and massaged my thigh. My arousal dripping down his chest and I was so close to cumming on him. He growled and the vibration sent me over. My back arched as much as it could and I cried out, I squirted over him and he pulled his tongue out. Tears streamed down my face and my legs closed when he stood up again.

I heard that thing he wore fall to the floor. He was now naked and I couldn’t look away from him. If he was clean I would be able to appreciate the massive body he owned but he was dirty and covered in blood. When I looked down I panicked when I saw the size of his cock. That’s not normal. No. Get it away from me. “Enough please! Just kill me!” I kicked his chest as he tried to grab my legs. “No! No! Stop! I said stop!” I kicked the Pyramid and he stumbled back. Groaning in pain. I guess I hit a sensitive spot. Of course I did, that heavy thing attached to his body was bound to be sore on his neck and shoulders and I’m sure it could never come off. “Please kill me, I want to see my friends.” I said. I was tired of this. This wasn’t apart of the trails. It was just escape or be killed. Why was he doing this? He shook his head and grunt, coming back towards me. His hands groped my boobs and I gave up. I was too afraid to kill myself and he wasn’t going to do it until after he had his way with me. He pinched my nipples, I whinced in pain and he immediately let go. My legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed his bare cock over my clit. Grinding on me and he played with my breast. He moved his chest closer and the pyramid lightly sat over my head. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. My hand touched his body. It was a beautiful body, too bad it was dirty, the scars that was on him made it more beautiful. He moved my hand down to his nipple and I grazed it lightly. Feeling it becoming hard at my touch. I took a deep breath and sat up. He moved back and I used both of my hands to touch him. His cock throbbing at my soft hands. Tracing his veins, the sculpt of his abs, the definition of his arms, appreciating his massive form. He pulled my waist towards his body, the thing I assumed was his tongue came out and licked my cheek. I shivered and let him lick my face. Sucking in my lips when it got too close. His hands held my head gently and he brushed back my untamed hair.

He pushed me back onto the desk and slowly spread my legs. He positioned his cock at my hole and I stared off at a wall. Not wanting to watch him take my virginity. But he wasn’t having that. He turned my head by my chin and made me stare at the nonexistent head that was replaced with an oversized metal cone. He pushed in and my teeth gritted. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I chanted in my head. He was huge, too big for me but he kept forcing himself in. His hips clapped against mine but his cock didn’t even go inside. It slipped up, he spread my legs wider and tried again. He slipped again and let out an irritated gurgle. “I-it won’t fit.” He nodded yes, as if saying ‘yes it will.’ I shut up and let him try again. This time he used his hand to steady himself so his dick wouldn’t move anywhere. The tip slowly moving in, I whinced and cried as the stretched became unbareable. He was spliting me apart, I wasn’t as prepared for this as I hoped I was. His two fingers didn’t even compare. He growled as he moved in further, scratching my thighs and leanig his head back. I watched his dick sink into me and I even saw the outline of his cock through my skin. Blooding dripping down his balls and my ass as he tore my hole. I mentally thanked my parents for giving me my body, I couldn’t imagine being smaller and trying to accommodate to his size. I mean to him I was of course still small but it wasn’t so bad. He let go of my thighs and put his hands beside my torso, clawing the desk, the wood chipped under his nails. I wiggled my hips trying to pleasure myself and he immediately pressed a hand over my hip. I whined when he stopped me. Again he gurgled, why did he keep doing that, I can’t understand him. He stayed still and massaged my body. Soothing the pain from me. He was all the way in, our bodies connected. I suddenly just realized that my heart wasn’t thudding like it would normally if the killer was close. It was quiet. My body eased as if there was no threat. The warmth of his hands caressing my body.

“Please move.” I begged him. Glancing off into the distance before looking back at him. He slowly brought his hips back and slowly pushed back in. I felt my slick gush as he moved, feeling myself getting wetter just from one thrust. He grunted and picked up the pace. “Ahh, please more.” My hand reached out to his chest and he held my hand. Fucking me faster. My eyes rolled back and I bite my bottom lips, smiling to myself as my body was encased in pleasure. He groaned and held my hips as he began to go harder. Pounding away at me like I was some doll, but when i slapped his chest and cried out he slowed down. Rubbing his tongue over my cheek as an apology. I nodded and his tongue licked my nipples. I didn’t feel much at my boobs but knowing that his tongue was there sent shivers down my spine and euphoric shocks through my body. His dick abusing my cervix giving me beautiful pain.

“Mm! Oh fuck! Good! Feels good!” I praised him. His hands tightened at my hips and he bucked harshly but went back to his original pace. “You’re making me feel so good.” I continued to praise him. He let out a gargle that sounded like he was happy. He likes the praises? “Yes! Just like that, right there! Ahh! Yes!” I moaned. He felt amazing. My hand moved down to my clit but he moved it to his shoulder. He put his thumb in my mouth and dragged it over my teeth, gums and tongue. I sucked on it and got another groan from him. He pulled his thumb out and placed it on my clit. Fucking me as he rubbed my sensitive bud. “Oh shit!” I yelled. My eyes squeezed shut as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure hit my body. My insides felt like mush, my pussy felt sore and numb but the way his dick hit my cervix just proved how much my body loved it. The way I moaned, panted and yelled was music to him. My body convulsed under him as I came again. My mouth hung open in a silent cry as I came on his cock. He didn’t stop, he fucked me through it. But he did go faster. The desk moving under us, it was really loud. Pushing the desk towards the wall as he fucked me relentlessly. Rearranging my guts and making me stupid over his dick. I babbled nonsense and my body was numb and weak under him. Using me however he pleased just to get himself off. Making sounds like an animal as he brutalized my pussy. It was overwhelming. Why did I like it? Why was I enjoying it? Please stop. “Don’t stop.” I panted. The fuck was wrong with me? His tongue licked my lips and I opened my mouth letting it in. Tasting blood as he explored my mouth. Using his tongue to fuck my mouth.

He slammed into me. Again and again and again. He was close, his thick cock throbbed inside me and his hips stuttered once. His tongue still down my throat. I moaned over it and sucked on it. His thumb rubbed my clit again and I bucked my hips. It was so sensitive, he made me jump and move. My orgasm built up again. My bladder filling with fluid as I felt my stomach tighten. I choked on his tongue and gasped when he removed it. He pulled out and rubbed my clit faster and I squirted again as he shot his cum over my body. My hole clenched around nothing as I came. I shudder, shook and cried out. I bucked wildly and my eyes crossed. He pressed my hips down to help me relax. I panted and took deep breaths to help me get over my orgasm. When I finally relaxed he scooped his cum on his finger and put it in my mouth. My tongue lapped it up like it was an icicle. Moaning slightly just to please him. He groaned and stroked my cheek. He then left the room. Coming back with his blood stained sword. I dropped to my knees and waited for him kill me. He pulled me up to my feet and pat my head. Just do it! I yelled in my head. He brought the sword up to my neck and slowly sliced my jugular. Gagging on my blood, the pain was unimaginable.

I woke up at camp, my clothes back on and no evidence of what happened on me. “YN! Jesus Christ what took you so long?!” Feng ran over to me. I stayed silent and just curled up into fetal position.

[animated-moon]

scraped knees — m. atsumu

pairing: miya atsumu x gn!reader (implied that atsumu is crushing on reader)

word count: 1k (precise figures are 1066 words)

contains: no angst only fluff, mentions of food and injuries, awkward and in love atsumu, convenient stores are called “q-mart”s, i hate it i used yn i absolutely despise using yn but i did

a/n: i really REAAALLY wanted to make a “scraped yr knees fallin for me” joke but 🧘 also i really despise the title but there was nothing better i couldve named it so <3

☆。*。☆。

“Tsumu! You can put me down!”

“No! What if your wound gets worse or something?” He objected, gripping your calves firmly

“I am perfectly capable of walking! It’s just a scrape on my knee!” You tried again, cheeks heating up as the man shook his head, set on carrying you the entire way.

Atsumu leaned back in his chair. If this day dragged on any longer, he might not be able to even wake up for classes tomorrow. Everyone else in the dorm apartment was already sound asleep, and he wished he could say the same for himself. Just when he’d decided to go to bed, he heard the front door open. Who could be returning at – he checked the clock – 2.38 am? Wasn’t everyone already home and asleep? He sat up, alarmed as he peeked into the living room. When your slouched frame came into view, he became even more confused. He knew for a fact that your classes ended way earlier, and your club had nothing scheduled for the day, so why had you only returned in the wee hours of the morning?

“y/n?” He called out softly, not wanting to startle you but failing anyways.

“Atsumu? Why are you still awake?” You asked, fatigue seeping into your voice as you remained where you stood.

“I just finished with some work and washed up. You?” He replied as casually as he can, awkwardness lingering in the air as both of you kept your distance. He noticed that you hadn’t taken off your shoes yet, although you were already facing the direction of your room.

“Y’going somewhere? Later, I mean,” He asked. A grimace flashed on your face as you sighed. There’s no reason for you to lie to Atsumu.

“I have to go get some bandages. Last I checked we ran out of them and I kind of need them.” Worry bubbled in his chest as he furrowed his brows.

“I don’t really want to talk about it now. Not in the middle of the night, at least,” you replied, starting to head for your room. Atsumu took a few steps towards you, following you in. You rose a brow at him, but let him do as he pleased. He simply stood behind you silently as you grabbed some things, unsure of what he could possibly say. He looked down at the floor, watching your shadow move in a staggered manner as if you were in pain. A hiss from you finally made him look up, and his gaze locked onto the huge scrape on your knee…

…Which is how you’re where you were now, on Atsumu’s back as he brisk walked to the nearest available convenience store. The area around the dorms were almost completely silent, save the sound of cars every few minutes and Atsumu’s panting.

About a short minute later, the words “24/7 Q-MART” spelled with neon lights greeted your eyes. Atsumu nudged open the door of the store with his foot, bending down a little to make sure at your head wouldn’t bump against the doorframe, before heading straight for the section labelled “Medical”. You hid your face in the back of Atsumu’s neck, avoiding eye contact with all the patrons giving you weird looks. You’d practically given up on trying to argue with him now; Osamu really wasn’t kidding about his stubbornness.

“Do ya want get anything? Food? Ice cream? They have a new flavour of it and it’s really good?” Atsumu asked, and you wondered why he was treating you as if you’ve got a fatal injury.

“Sure,” you replied simply, stormclouds from the bad day drifting away with him being so unusually nice to you. After he made payment at the cashier, he proceeded to bring you outside of the store, settling you down on the curb. You winced slightly as you straightened out your legs. Atsumu took a seat beside you, rummaging in the small bag for that roll of bandages you just got.

“’m not super sure how to do this, but let me try,” he said, tone not leaving any room for argument as he gingerly wrapped your knee up with the bandage. “Wait, you’ve washed the wound already, right?” He asked suddenly, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his panicky expression.

“Yes, of course I have.”

You heard Atsumu let out a sigh of relief as he went back to fixing up your wound. He decided that he’ll ask about this injury later, when you’re more ready to talk to him about your day. His touch was gentler and more careful than you thought it would be, and it would’ve felt pleasantly ticklish if only you weren’t hurt. When he was finally done, you realized how exhausted you were from the day. He repositioned himself to sit closer to you, unwrapping the ice cream before he hands one to you. Unlike before in your room, you both now sit in comfortable silence, and you had to bite back smiles whenever Atsumu stole glances at you, thinking you didn’t notice.

When you were done, he squat down in front of you again with his back to you, and you looked at him in confusion.

“Get on, I’m carrying ya back,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing ever for a roommate to carry their close friend back after rushing out at an ungodly hour to get them bandages. This time, however, you were too tired to say no. You climbed onto Atsumu’s back, and he stood up with ease, already starting to head back to your dorms. Warmth radiated from his body, a comfortable feeling in contrast to the winds which were too cool for your liking.

“Tsumu… thank you,” you muttered, sleepiness washing over you as you blinked drowsily, unconsciously clinging onto him tighter. Atsumu only chuckled, a sound that rumbled from deep within his chest.

“I really like ya, y‘know?”

“I like you too,” you replied, but he wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion or your true feelings talking. He wasn’t even sure that you’d processed what he said at all. Maybe you’d remember this tomorrow when your mind was clearer.

“Go to sleep, okay?” He said softly.

“Goodnight, Tsumu,” you mumbled, his steady pace lulling you to sleep. The ghost of a smile flashed across his face.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

[starshipsofstarlord]

Yes Ma’am

Pairing | JJ Maybank x reader

Summary | she gives him things he can’t afford, things that he wants. But when he asks for something, she reminds him that she is in charge.

Warnings | includes smut, sugar mummy reader, mummy kink, sub JJ, oral sex (fem receiving), praise kink, cum eating, swearing

Requested ✖️

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“C’mon J.” At your words, he trailed along like an obedient puppy, bidding goodbye to his friends, and following eagerly after you.

The relation between the pair of you was certainly complicated; not everyone would understand. On Outer Banks, it was every man for themselves, they were selfish, and abused by the divide of the island.

However, you liked to give rather than receive, everyone knew that, especially JJ Maybank. He was the pogue prince, the polar opposite of yourself, who practically reigned Figure Eight.

The men were at your feet, begging for a chance, but to their righteous dismay, you didn’t want any of them. No, a certain blonde had caught your eye. He was from the other side, and treated girls his age like desserts, he wanted to devour them, and everything that their clothing hid.

That was what had initially first intrigued you, his casual flings and hook ups. He was appeared to be a challenge to tame, but you fancied that task, no matter how difficult it would be.

Essentially, it was similar to breaking in a horse; he was wild, and perceived as a beauty to admire from a distance. However, once you had come forward, he became somewhat intrigued.

And more so by the fact that you weren’t trying to change him into a kook, instead you accepted his lifestyle, yet whilst still spoiling him with whatever he wanted. But there was still one thing that he wanted, and as he walked behind you into your house, he decided to approach the subject.

The blonde nervously licked his lips as he followed you to the bedroom. He watched as you peeled your top off yourself, discarding it upon the floor.

“Get on the bed.” The pogue scrambled to obey your orders, and gulped as you descended to your knees.

He patiently licked his lips, his palms flat against the mattress as he leant backwards, watching you like a hawk; one that was hungry and was scouring for food. JJ knew that he had to let you pleasure him first, before he even brought up the idea of doing the same to you, otherwise there’d be less of a chance that he’d be allowed to cum.

JJ gulped as you reached for the material of his shorts, dragging your delicate and sensual fingertips across his half hardness, he shifted a little under the light pressure.

“Y/n.” At that, you froze, quirking a brow at the way that he had chosen to address you. However you said nothing, only stared at him blankly and expectedly. As he was put on the spot, the blonde nervously gulped, staring helplessly up at you, with those chilling blue eyes.

“Baby boy.” You took his chin in the grasp of your thumb and forefinger, making him unable to look away. “Is everything okay?” He tried to shake his head ‘no’, but your hand kept him still. “Words JJ.”

“Iwanttoeatyouout.” He scrambled the words together, his speech fast paced, but you still understood him as clear as day. Slowly, you retracted your hand, making him feel terrified, and slightly embarrassed for mentioning it. “I’m sorry, I know that-“

“Don’t be sorry sweetie.” You pried at him, smiling softly at the young man. “But I want to fuck you, think you can wait until later until your put your lips down there?” Like a good boy, he nodded his head, relieved that you did not reject the prospect that he had been shy to propose.

With confirmation, you pulled his shorts down, along with the soft fabric of his boxers, finding that he already had a full erection. You left him laying on the bed naked for a moment as you stripped yourself out of your clothes, only to clamber on top of him afterwards.

“Mummy.” He whined beneath you, letting out a sound that would hardly be considered human as you grasped onto the middle of his cock. In a teasing manner, you swept his tip through your wet folds, causing his head to collapse back onto the mattress. “Please put it in.”

“Okay baby.” You ran your palm up his chest to sooth him, as you began to insert him, and push him through your interior walls. You allowed a moan to slip past your own lips as you sat fully seated, with him filling you. “I’m going to move now, okay?”

He hummed in reply, and you let his wordless reply slip, just this once. Running your hand past the bone of his hip, you reached around, giving his bare ass a harsh squeeze, causing JJ to instinctively buck up, and try to push himself deeper inside of you. At the motion, you could do nothing more than laugh at him.

And then, you began to rhythmically slide up and down on his cock, gifting the pair of you with pleasure. JJ was lost in ecstasy, rolling his head around upon the duvet sheets, making his blonde hair appear wild and untamed.

You clasped one of your hands around your own breast, squeezing the pound of flesh, before you began to pluck at the hardened nipple. “You’re such a good boy for me JJ. Such a good boy.”

From your words alone, JJ moaned, his head tilting back further, as he tried his best against his submissive exhaustion to rut up into your pussy. “Mummy, I’m close.” He informed you, his hands twisting the covers, making them ragged and messy.

“Cum inside me baby. Fill me up. Come in my boy.” Your teeth clenched, as you threw your head back, with your eyes squeezed shut. Your hand ran down your body, and toyed with your clit, and a second after JJ did, you came too. “Fuck, you sure do know how to make mummy feel good.”

Rolling off of him, and onto the bed beside him, you laid there, panting. On instinct, you pulled JJ into your chest, watching as he was content to be snuggled up against your tits. “I’ll clean us up in a minute, I just need to recollect myself for a moment.” You informed him, but instead of replying, he slid down your body, and towards the end of the bed.

You couldn’t help but furrow your brows at his actions. He grasped onto your legs, pulling them apart, and watch his cum deep out of your lips. He licked his own as he surveyed the sight, and then he leaned in, tonguing over your folds with a precise and hungry tongue.

JJ couldn’t help but moan at the intermingled taste of you both, relishing in the fact that he was yours, and was finally allowed to do this. “Shit.” Your eyes rolled back as his tongue slithered up towards you clit, circling it, only to act as a distraction to insert his middle finger into your leaking opening. “Good boy, clean mummy up, fuck!”

At your praise, he only moved both his tongue and finger faster around you, trying his best to suck every drop of his success. “I’m gonna cum again.” You told him, watching as he stared up at you, as he buried his whole mouth and nose into your area.

And then, just like that, you covered him in your essence, watching deliriously as he pulled away, whilst licking his lips. Once he completely removed every feature of himself away from you, he returned to where he had been resting against you, closing his eyes, completely content with how he had satisfied you.

Softly, you stroked the back of his neck as you felt the heat he had brought to your body slowly disappear, soon joining JJ in slumber.

[sukirichi]

wine: ingredient 44 + sugar 7 + spice 12 for gojo satoru *slams table* thank you for feeding us kind maam

for sukirichi’s milestone event: 

the meal order : 🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) your dinner has been served! also bruh LOL you’re a choso simp this is hilarious spspsps

— who are you to deny him when he only wants to worship you?

gojo satoru x fem! reader

contents/warnings: nsfw, slight angst, reader is hot girl shit, gojo long schlong, hate sex, car sex, spanking, riding gojo, slight angst, praising kink taken to a DIFFERENT LEVEL (i want to make people question the extent of their praising kink), body marking, rough sex lol it’s always rough in my stories, unedited

Your friends pushed you out of the club, all of you laughing, hands clutched around your waists as loud, drunken giggles fill in the night air. It was a wild night; your friends invited you to the club to take your mind off your stupid boyfriend. You thought you’d end up moping around, too much of a buzzkill to ever let loose because it wasn’t that easy to stop thinking about him, but even you were surprised when you started grinding with people on the dance floor just three drinks later.

The gals were more than delighted to see you enjoying your night, only dragging you out the club when you nearly shoved your tongue down another man’s throat.

Scratch that – your friends called you to hang out because you lied about having a shitty day at work. You’ve had your fair share of shitty days, but you were one of the most prominent lawyers in your firm, no one dared gave you a bad day. Your subordinates knew that if they even looked your way without your permission, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump paperwork on them, or assign them to the nastiest cases just to piss them off.

Yeah, you were sort of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

It took a lot to get where you were now. It wasn’t easy to be a woman in a male-dominated workplace and you were forced to strip your softness off, replacing it with hard armor and sharp tongue concealed under bold red lips, a tight pencil skirt that accentuated your curves, and a pair of black suede pumps.

You deserved all your success. You were smart, stunning, confident, powerful – so then why did you feel like shit around your shitty boyfriend?

The answer was loud and clear. It bothered you to no end that he wanted to keep your relationship a secret because his family was too different from yours, coming up with a shitty excuse that you were just “too different.” He never bothered explaining, and every time you confronted him about, he’d only wave his hand, distract you with those delicious and soft lips of his until you forget it over and over again.

You were okay with it at first. It wasn’t a really serious relationship; you only started dating him because you saw yourself a lot in him – confident, self-assured, maybe even a little cocky – plus, he was extremely attractive.

But the longer you spent time with him, you were beginning to fall in love.

Yes, you, the ice princess of one of the most respected law firms all over the city was beginning to soften up at a certain blue-eyed man who had magical hands.

But tonight – tonight you’d forget about him.

Your stomach was heavy with expensive liquor and you were nearly staggering on your knees, the only thing preventing you from falling were your more sober friends. The others were holding you close to keep you upright, while one of your friends moved to a quieter part of the block to call an Uber for you. Your friends were all happily married, some with children, so they couldn’t really stay out too late at night and chaperone you all the way back home.

You were well-aware you were being a bother, but fuck, couldn’t you lean on someone for just once? Sighing, you leaned closer to your warm friend, mumbling something about wanting to forget about everything you’ve been through.

“There, there,” she patted your head comfortingly, “You’ll be fine, babe, you’re a strong woman. I know you’ll get through this.”

“But I hate it,” you drunkenly admitted, lips trembling the more you thought about him, every stupid little thing about him – his soft white hair, those pretty blue eyes he always hid under shades even at night, his large, calloused hands that always felt so rough when keeping your legs open for him and you couldn’t even start talking about his cock, he was just so blessed and perfect in every little thing that you hated it. You hated him. “I don’t like this feeling,” you sniffled, “I feel like I’m being looked down on, that I’m being pushed to the side. I feel unimportant, like I’m not good enough.”

“Who said you aren’t?”

You froze in your friend’s arms, eyes meeting with those blue ones you could never get enough of. As if noticing your silence, your friend immediately covers you with her arm, glaring at your boyfriend. “Do we know you or something?”

“No,” Satoru replies coolly, brows furrowed in the state you were in. You turned away from him with a scoff, arms crossed on your chest. Why did he have to be here out of all places? Wasn’t he busy with work or whatever family shit he apparently couldn’t tell you about even though you’ve both been dating for a year and a half now? He just wasn’t giving you a break, and the hairs on your arm stood up when he said, “Not that you have to, but may I please drive Y/N home?”

“She’s not going anywhere—”

“She’s a friend of mine,” he insisted, turning to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You almost melted. Almost. “I need to talk to her about something.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, your friend’s arm latching onto yours. You could tell she was worried from the way her gaze darted back and forth between you two. Satoru was, after all, clearly uninvited, and he didn’t seem like your type either. You always insisted you preferred refined man, men like his friend Nanami Kento, but alas, you were stuck dating this one instead.

“It’s fine,” you told her with a fake smile, “I’ll call you later when I get home.”

You never got to call her – simply because you didn’t make it home. The moment Satoru closed the car doors behind you, you both got into a heated argument. Satoru hated silences and always made sure the car was filled with music, but this time, he didn’t notice there weren’t any songs when you opened your mouth.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the anger and pent-up tension of not being able to hold him and kiss him in public like normal couples did, in addition to the fact Satoru never explained why he insisted on keeping you a secret – whatever it was, you just snapped.

“I don’t even understand why I’m still dating you!” you huffed, legs crossed on top of the other as you gazed out the window. Lips trembling, you tried so hard to not cry, especially not in front of the man who was breaking your heart. “This is hardly a relationship when I’m not free to call or text you as you please, when I can’t go out with you on dates and we’re always hanging in my apartment. I’m your girlfriend, Satoru, we’ve been together for a long time but I honestly don’t even feel like it. What the hell are we dating for then?”

Satoru clenched his teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you,” he said coolly, acting unbothered and unaffected as ever, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise. “If that’s not enough—”

“Of course it’s not enough!”

“I’m trying here too, okay?” Satoru slammed on the brakes and parked on a desolated spot, hands running through his hair while he breathed heavily. Once he’d calmed down, he shook his head, refusing to look you in the eye like a man. “I’m trying my best. It’s just hard. It isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“What isn’t easy as it looks? Dating me? Letting the whole world know I’m yours?” when Satoru didn’t respond, you scoffed, patience running low and thin. “You’re pathetic, Satoru. Dating you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I thought I was a smart woman.”

With a shake of your head, you slung your purse over your shoulder and reached for the car door. You were about to leave when Satoru suddenly pulled you towards him, his lips slamming into yours.  Like always, you fell into his trap, into the blissful pleasure that was his lips and his hands, and you hated it, hated him, hated him so fucking much because you were so tired of his entire existence.

You wanted to let him know he was insufferable.

You wanted him to feel the pain and misery he put you through.

“I fucking hate you,” you snarled as Satoru kept fucking into you, the entire car windows fogged and the vehicle shaking. “I wish I never met you, you asshole,” Satoru, displeased, only buries himself deeper into you, as if they would erase his mistakes and shortcomings.

Satoru’s large hands snake to your waist and onto your breasts, expertly tweaking them between his fingers. Your head fell back to the crook of his shoulder, your back pressed against his hard chest as Satoru trapped you in his strong arms, impaling you on his cock over and over again. “You’re lying,” he whispered into your neck, tongue and teeth playfully sucking at the tender flesh. His grip on your hip was bruising and possessive, and your breasts bounced fervently at how he snapped his hips upwards to feel your walls coat him and hug him tightly and warmly. “Why would you hate me, sweet girl? Don’t I always make you feel good? Don’t I remind you enough that you’re the best fucking thing ever?”

You didn’t respond right away, your breath taken away with how you could never get enough of this, of him. He was right no matter how much you denied it. Despite being terrible in everything else, Satoru knew and respected you, even admired your dominance and intelligence when other men were intimidated by it.

No, he worshipped you. He made you feel like you were a divine goddess when he tugged at your hair to tilt your cheek to him, his tongue slithering to your lips to taste himself on his tongue from when you previously busted his nut with just your mouth.

Lipsticks smeared on his cheeks and crescent moons on his pale thigh from your nails, Satoru looked wonderful beneath you like this.

He was beautiful, so damn beautiful, but it didn’t change the fact he’d put you through hell these past few weeks. 

No, it wasn’t just the past few weeks. Things were always complicated with him. He was perfect in everything else but when it came to you, he made it a mission to hide you and your relationship, changing your contact name to a totally random one “just in case.”

Your mind was confuzzled and you felt like you were on the urge of breaking apart from both his ministrations and his confusing treatment over you. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back fervently with the intensity of your hatred over this man.

Your hand reached his to guide it to rub at your clit, and Satoru, eager to make you feel good as always, happily obliged. Satoru kept bouncing you on his cock until you were too overwhelmed to speak, crying and mumbling incomprehensible words. 

Him, only him, would ever have the ability to let the sharp-tongued and intelligent woman who never bat an eye in court lose her wide vocabulary, falling apart in his arms while his long length abused your puffy lips.

“You made me feel like shit,” you finally admitted, tugging at his hair until Satoru is lowly groaning at the slight sting. But did you care? Of course you didn’t. You wanted to hurt him too.

“How so, sweet girl?”

“I can never have you the way I want,” you answered through gritted teeth, moaning out when Satoru suddenly thrusted too deep, hitting your most sensitive spot that had you quivering in his hold. “You don’t—” you gasped, “You don’t understand what I feel, how you make me feel like I’m never good enough for you. That’s the reason why you don’t want anyone else knowing, right? ‘Cause I’m not good enough for you, never gonna be good—”

Satoru didn’t let you finish your words, shutting you up with his cock instead. The vehicle shook uncontrollably with your mating sessions, and Satoru silences you by pulling at your leg to press it on his chest instead.

The sudden switch in positions had your muscles tensing and stretching, adding only to both your pleasures with the new thrown in factor of slight pain. You felt Satoru kiss your neck down to your shoulders, scraping his canines until you were absolutely lost. You gave in, you gave up, head lolling back next to his loving lips that murmured sweet nothings.

“Not true, sweet girl,” he reminded you, flattening you on his cock and making you roll your hips while you slid up and down his pole sensually. Unlike the previous pace, the slow sensation of your pussy hugging his cock with your arousal letting him slide in easily allowed you to feel every part of him, almost mind-wrecking at how good he’s able to make you feel even after such a long time of having him already.

“You’re the sexiest and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, the best, the absolute blessing of my life, and I just want to protect you, sweet girl. You’re too precious for me to lose,” Satoru kept mumbling over and over again.

You could no longer process his words functionally, not when he’s slamming you down his length like that and burying himself in you as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Satoru’s hands were still curious, appreciative and gentle as he runs his hands, dipping into all your curves and pressing into your most sensitive spots the way you liked it.

“You’re always so good for me so no, sweet girl, never gonna let you go, not when you’re so perfect for me,” Satoru eased your worries – temporarily – with his words, and you’d believe his lie, you’d fall into the same mistakes over and over again because you were just that weak and powerless when it came to him. “You’re made just for me, sweet girl, you’re the prettiest and your pussy is the prettiest – I worship you, I adore you. You’re so divine.”

You blamed it all on your ego.

He praised you so well, made you feel so good and always placed you on top of the world when he’s inside you like this. Even if you knew he’d knock you down the pedestal just hours later, you opened your doors for him all over again.

Satoru knew this too, because he rammed inside your walls and ruined everything that you held firm beliefs in, his large hands smacking your ass to urge you to bounce on him like you weren’t made for any other purpose than to be the woman he adored.

You lied to yourself – you always did – but did you care? So what if you couldn’t be the one he really loved? What did it all matter when you were the one he worshipped?

For the sake of the praise and the compliments, you’d let him fuck you and play with your heart over and over again. It was a toxic routine you’d never get tired of, and you no longer complained, forgetting about everything he’d done and every heartbreak he caused you because he was there, whispering into your ears how good you made him feel and how you were the only one made to take him, and you didn’t care. Not anymore – not when you were worshipped.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy jack tubbo and george

requested yes/no

part 5 of the great adventures series

summary: training for the military

warning: cursing

AN: really sorry about this tumblr won’t let me change/add paragraphs so could look very weird

the journey there was quick for you, you spent the trip asleep in the back of the car whilst the others were discussing what you were all about to do “How difficult do you think it’s going to be” “dude it’s a military assault course” you woke up halfway there to the noise of the radio playing “afternoon y/n”“afternoon sorry I fell asleep I’m not used to being woken up early in the morning, I blame you guys and ranboo”“y/n have you ever wanted to join the military” “I can't say I have no” “well you’re going to love what we’re doing” “what are we doing” “you’ll see!”

you stood picking up more rocks and handing them to tubbo whilst Tommy and George began to film the introduction to the vlog “were in the jungle” confused you turned to tubbo “psst tubbo what the fuck are we doing, why are we in a woods” before tubbo had time to answer Tommy already began to answer your question telling you that you’re all training for the military, not taking him seriously you started laughing as you all were walking it was only when you were handed a jumpsuit to cover your clothes you realised it wasn’t a joke, you would be lying if you said you were ready for this, after all, you spent your free time playing Minecraft you wasn’t exactly great at sports

you managed to put the jumpsuit on pretty quickly unlike Tommy who was quite clearly struggling to get it on over his trainers “come on sergeant simons were doing a military assault course and you’re struggling to put on the clothes”after struggling to put clothes on the five of you stood together getting photos whilst you all looked decent “me and my boys in the jungle” “This isn’t going to go well” “we’re going to destroy it” “NO”

you hadn’t even reached the course yet and you were already tripping up over rocks and sticks that were on the muddy trail “we’re walking to our deaths..y/n is already falling over” “Hey I didn’t sign up to do exercise” once you finally reached the start of the course you were met with a canon, a dog and a man in a yellow jumper you stood as a team listening to what you were about to do and how you were actually a team of six, you hoped he meant the dog was a team member but no turns out the canon was the sixth member

“We have to take the canon with us” “...and take it apart into six pieces at each obstacle and rebuild it ” you handed your phone to the Russ, not trusting yourself to keep it on you especially since you were already tripping up before reaching the assault course “thank you” “good luck” “huh” you didn’t have time to process what was said as Mr military began counting down from three, the five of you ran to the first obstacle tubbo dragging the canon Tommy climbed over the net first with tubbo following after “What happens if I fall” it was as though you and tubbo had read each other’s mind as you both responded with “you’ll die” “death” you climbed over next with a wheel “reckon I can slide down the net” “that will hurt y/n don’t do- and you’re already doing it” you slid down the net despite George telling you not to do so, it didn’t take too long for the others to get over, you all began reassembling the canon “can we talk about our feelings” “I feel like shit I jumped out of a plane not long ago now I feel like I’m doing PE all over again” “Y/N JUST HELP BUILD THE CANON” “I'M TRYING ODDLY ENOUGH I'M NOT BUILT FOR THE MILITARY”once the canon was built Tommy and tubbo ran off with it “who’s going to tell them we need to test it” once Mr military shouted they ran back “why do we have to do this” “it’s the fucking rules Tommy and life is full of them” “like taxes” “tax fraud” a few seconds later the five of you yelled “bang” neither of you saying it at the same time “it didn’t work” “yes it did now come on”

you all ran towards the next obstacle, a giant wall. you all quickly dismantled the canon, Tommy went over first and began bickering with Mr military about him not being his dad whilst you tubbo and jack struggled to pass over the heaviest part of the canon “lift and lift” “really George? I thought we could just throw it over and hope he catches it” “Please don’t do that” “I am very sorry George but I'm struggling here” you continued your struggling tubbo tried to help Tommy through his words “you’re strong bossman I believe in you” “by the way, you really picked the shortest people to do this” part of the canon landed with a thud “welp hope he’s not dead” you climbed over next again carrying the wheel “he’s not dead guys don’t worry” you laughed as George took his time getting over the wall “I'm poving” “GET OVER THE WALL” you all stood questioning what time you were on completely forgetting that you were supposed to reassemble the canon “This is going to be embarrassing” “you guys could be rebuilding the canon” you could have built and tested the canon quickly however Tommy George and tubbo began telling people to subscribe whilst you built the canon with jack “we’re so good at this” “heh maybe not” you all test-fired the canon and made your way to the next obstacle

you were sent to go over the rope first, this was extremely difficult for you, the rope kept swaying as you walked causing you to lose your balance on multiple occasions “step on the V” “I’m going to fall” you made it over after a couple of minutes, like tubbo you also felt a bit ill, you assumed it was because it was quite hot and a lot was going on “how you feeling y/n” “Honestly, I’m jealous of ranboo, he’s at home living his best life and I’m in the middle of the woods overheating and climbing but no it’s pretty funny watching the others” you laughed as you overheard tubbo talking about how they’re only three obstacles in and how he’s going to die “YOU GOT THIS TUBBO!” Tommy crossed next, like you, he took his time he was then followed by tubbo who was trying to speed run walking over the rope you waited for jack and George cheering them on whilst Tommy was asking around for water and complaining about wearing a gamer hoodie. at this point, everyone seemed unmotivated “3 2 1.. bang”

“oh lovely..tires” tubbo went through first with the heaviest part of the canon “ill help you tubbo” you following behind helping him carry it due to it being stupidly heavily “so how are you tubbo” “AAAAAAAAAAA” “aye me too bud” you and tubbo decided that from now you two were going to work as a pair so it would be easier for you both, over the past few weeks tubbo became one of your closest friends the pair of you even started trending on Twitter as you did an irl stream where you both went on a walk at the beach and met several fans. whilst you and tubbo were making your way through Tommy jack and George we’re trying to figure out who should take what. “there’s piss in this one” “what the fuck?!” the pair of you finally got out from the tires “good job you two” “thank you” you rested your head on tubbos shoulder trying to get your breath back “I don’t think I’m made for the military” a few moments later Tommy made it to the tire full of water and put his finger in it “PEE” “Tommy why-” you stood looking around at the scenery, the sound of Tommy yelling about crawling away from George and that he’s ‘touched the piss’ was enough the drag you away from your own thoughts, you watched the others struggling to get through the tires and was amazed at the fact tubbo went back in to help them. you tried to ignore Tommy and George being dramatic as you tried to figure out how many more obstacles you had to go but you got distracted by George “ill just eat you if you die” “Mr military I’d like some help right about now” you walked over to Tommy and helped him get out of the tires “thanks y/n” “welcome” “how you doing bossman you know I pulled through your part...what are you doing that’s George's water” Tommy decided to throw the bottle to you so you could have a drink as he remembered you’d not had a drink since you landed from jumping out of the plane “Thanks, Tommy” “YOU BOTH DRANK GEORGES WATER” “he can drink the piss” “what Tommy said” you laughed as you walked over to where jack was in the tires “ HI JACK” “Jesus christ you scared me, hi y/n” you stood waiting for everyone to finish “I know exactly what the slowest time was” “we’re going for a new record it’s fine” “of being the slowest?” “yeah” “you know what Mr military ill clart you” “you’ll what me” “I’m gonna just go over here” you walked over to where parts of the canon were and got ready to assemble it again whilst George began throwing water over jack and tubbo to bless them then did the same to Tommy, you hid behind a tree thinking he wouldn’t notice you, however, he did and within a minute you too had water poured on you “Thanks, I was thirsty” “oh we know” “The fuck is that supposed to mean” “HELP BUILD THE CANON PLEASE” like last time you all built the canon tested it and ran to the next obstacle

“can we just you know drag the already built canon under there with us” “absolutely not” “I tried” you all disassembled it again and like last time you and tubbo went first crawling under “I don’t want to alarm you all but it is soaking wet in here” “delightful” a few moments later you were both working well “tubbo I’m scared of the dark and it’s pitch black” “you’ve got this bossman we’re almost done” you calmed down quickly until Tommy decided to jump above the pair of you

“SORRY” “TOMMY I SWEAR TO GOD” “YOU DICK” you laughed slightly and tubbo checked up on you “you okay?” “I'm fine if you’re fine” “come on let’s finish this thing” the pair of you continued and finished relatively quickly tubbo got out first “NEVER AGAIN” “Sorry about that buddy” “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” you helped push part of the canon out so tubbo could easily drag it out he then reached out so you could hold his hand and help pull you out “I've never been so happy to see the light” the pair of you sat on the floor waiting for the others to finish, you both made a bet on who was going to laugh first somehow you won as tubbo laughed at George and jack struggling to crawl through “YOU LAUGHED” “OH SHITTT” Russ came over to you both whilst recording so he could ask about how everything’s going “I’m covered in mud and the jumpsuit is wet, it isn’t a good day for the y/n community it was dark as hell in there “Tommy is a dick and tried to kill me and y/n” “I DIDN'T TRY TO KILL YOU BOTH” “I think he heard us” “WE ALL DID WERE NOT DEAF” “NO, BUT ACCORDING TO INSTAGRAM YOU'RE DEAD” you stared directly into the camera “sometimes it’s like I still hear jack talking to me” George and jack started complaining about how much further the is to go and how it was dirty and Tommy's response about being sorry it doesn’t fit their tory lifestyle made you burst out laughing “YOU LAUGHED” “tubbo my beloved you laughed ages ago you’ve already lost” “But we’re equal now” “no” the pair of you stood bickering to the point you didn’t realise the others had finished the obstacle and were shouting for you to test the canon “Y/N TUBBO WE NEED TO TEST THE CANON” the pair of you ran over “3 2 1 BANG”

“just going to warn you all you see that black cloud over there” “oh yay a storm is coming” you grabbed a wheel and followed behind jack across the wooden bridge “y/n he’s been splintered” “oh no poor George” “these are my gaming fingers” “no gaming for you I guess” “Stop talking about gaming dickheads” you spent a lot of time talking to George and jack whilst crossing over trying not to fall over you all even made a few plans to stream a laugh and the stream ends on jacks channel soon

you were all building the canon again whilst being informed you weren’t even halfway through and already 40 minutes in “high score” “well it’s definitely high” “Y/N??” “coming tubbo hang on my shoelace came undone” after tying your shoelace you grabbed a wheel and caught up to tubbo “if you go over tubbo ill pass it over to you and we can keep doing that” this method worked well for you both tubbo would climb over you would pass the wheel and middle part of the canon then climb over and repeat the process you heard Tommy in the background complaining about the fact he’s wearing jeans and jacks response “Yeah but I’m wearing jeans” “tubbo and y/n are almost done and you’re complaining about jeans” “jean boy pops off” “I'M WEARING JEANS AS WELL QUIT COMPLAINING” “Can we just go home and play smash bros” “Tommy this was your idea I didn’t even get on an option” “Sorry about that y/n but you get to spend time with me and gogy” “lucky me” you weren’t going to lie this was hard work and you were exhausted you felt like you could just fall asleep right where you were stood however tubbo wasn’t going to let that happen “I’m never going on an adventure with Tommy again” “me either” this of course was bullshit and you were both going on another adventure soon you stood watching your friends struggle to get over the obstacles you decided to offer your support and went to help jack and George using a similar method to that you used with tubbo “thanks y/n” “anytime” “y/n you could have helped me, tubbo pulled me over I could have been injured” “very sorry to hear that sergeant simons sucks to suck I guess” you all reassembled the canon tested it and ran to the next obstacle “I hate it here” “there’s a storm on the way” “Thanks, y/n for the input” “welcome George” you all noticed the net luckily you didn’t have to disassemble the canon this very well could be because you were running far behind and a storm was on its way. you watched as the others went through and joked about tubbo losing his shoe and Tommy getting stuck, this obstacle wasn’t made for you either as you kept getting caught on the net “I'VE BEEN CAUGHT AGAIN” jack lifted the net for you again so you could easily crawl through “thank you jack” you all then made it to the next obstacle Tommy crawled on the metal bars with you following after him whilst George used the monkey bars once you all made it across you had to walk across many metal planks used to form a bridge Tommy walked close behind you knowing you were extremely clumsy and didn't want you to fall “irl nettles” “The fuck are you on about Tommy I don’t think you’re following my advice about going outside” you all dissembled the canon as you got to the tires the only difference this time was you needed to climb over them “it’s rather windy” “there’s dirt in my eye” like before you and tubbo used the same method “look at them go” “I LIKE A DA BEE” “I'M SCARED OF BEES” “oh okay” “Why do they keep taking the plank” “I don’t know tubbo just takes it and y/n follows” you both finished rather quickly and neither of you got injured or fell “really good job you two” “thank you Mr military” you stood leaning on tubbo watching George pick up random rocks and put them into his pocket similar to what you had been doing the entire way around the course “I don’t think George or y/n have been outside before they keep picking things up like souvenirs” “Y/N GEORGE HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE RAIN BEFORE” both of you just stared at Tommy making him laugh you helped the others get across the tires and even helped prevent Tommy from falling a couple of times. unfortunately, you ended up twisting your ankle but tried to ignore it not wanting to ruin the vlog for anyone, not that you would have, however it was clear you were in pain as you had started limping. one at a time you all crossed the rope “This is me climbing I am climbing” you cheered everybody on and then it was your turn

unlike the others the rope kept shaking as you walked across mainly because you were scared of falling and in pain all whilst trying to rush, this was clearly your least favourite obstacle of the day “take your time y/n don’t fall” “thank you jack I'm trying my best I promise” once at the end of the rope, Tommy took the wheel off you and helped you get down and pulled you into a quick side hug “you’re doing great let’s go we’re almost done” you knew your friends wouldn’t make you continue if you really didn’t want to however you were nearly finished and was determined to finish. you all reassembled the canon and made your way to the next obstacle

“there’s no way we’re getting through that without twanging a rope” “good luck” you and tubbo made your way through the ropes trying not to hit them, this proved to be a pretty impossible task and you ended up twanging the ropes several times, this mixed with everyone else’s failure to cross without hitting the rope meant you all had to do 20 push-ups, after reassembling the canon twice as you all didn’t do it correctly the first time and testing it you all had to do the push-ups “I’m sure y/n and George only did 3” “sorry bossman”

you all were finally making your way to the last obstacle determined to finish “Big Russ can we go to McDonald's after this” “sure” the five of you cheered and ran the last obstacle quickly disassembling the canon, you led the way over the obstacle tubbo Tommy jack and George following behind you, despite tubbo losing his shoe and George going backwards the five of you quickly completed the obstacle and reassembled and tested the canon running over to the finishing line

you all finally completed it and waited for your result “45 minutes easily” “1 hour 11 minutes and 46 seconds” “no way that’s a world record” “well we tried” the five of you stood telling people to subscribe before ending the recording and making your way back to the car

the car ride back felt a lot longer than the way there. you were all exhausted

“how’s your ankle” “it’s not too bad it’ll probably hurt more tomorrow morning”

“I'm still not over Tommy trying to kill me and tubbo” “I didn’t try to kill you” “sure” the rest of the journey was chaos you all screamed along to the songs on the radio eventually you all got to McDonald's and spent the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company.

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