#hope ya didn't wait too long! :D

[the-stove-is-divorced]

So, hi again

Ok first, congratulations on your 100 subscribers!!! That's an amazing feat to achieve!

Second, my question is this, do you plan on making more ben 10 fic in the

Future? Why yes or why no (no judging don't worry)

Another question is, do you know Danny phantom? Do you ever think about joining the fandom and making a fic for it?

Also last thing (sorry so many questions I'm excited)

For you bnha fics, do you have any hidden lore? Or random facts you head canon about a character that may or may not be included into the fic? (Loved inko's beef in nursing school lol) And what is Yagi's pov in this whole thing? I'm imagining it as complete comedy

If you ever decide to write something for your fic but in his pov, it has to be completely crack treated seriously with him missing every flag of his student having a meltdown and a walk toward the dark side lol

Sorry for the long ask, will be waiting for your reply!

Don't worry about a long ask, I adore any asks I get (´꒳`)♡♡♡ !!! I just take a min to answer, haha. Especially rn, but thank you sm! I'm very happy about it, it's so delightful!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ ♡ ♡

I do want to write more Ben 10, but it's lower on the priority list. Batman brainrot had me a chokehold for a hot min there, and it just loosened, so I wanna get back on track on my bigger ongoing wip's, like my SUF and Invincible fics, and maybe even a Blue Beetle fic. They're both overdue for an update, and I've been itching to post for a while but just Couldn't from responsibilities, bleh.

If I had my way, I'd update those two fics, and then possibly muse about a oneshot of Albedo and Ben having to spend like 10 hours together, 'cause the enemy/friend dynamic is so yummy to me! Forcig them to interact like Albedo is internally hissing like a wet cat backed into the corner and Ben is just trying to vibe! Hostile, loathing force meet nonchalant, friendly energy, fight. Plus, I really want to write one more comedy-like fic since I've gotten incredibly rusty. As for my already existing Ben 10 wip, I'm quite not sure where to take it? I suppose I've run out of steam for the moment? Again, my more comedic style is incredibly rusty, so while I do have 1k of a draft, it's undoubtedly going to be scrapped and reworked to hell before it's even polished. And that's still lower on the priority list, compared to Invincible and SUF, which I'm still struggling to update.

AND I LOVE DANNY PHANTOM! I've just never had a proper fic idea for the series, admittedly. I'd also need a rewatch to keep in tune with Danny's voice/characterizations. I also read a lot of DP x Anything crossovers, and got really sick of them by proxy. It'll take a bit for me to write anything for it, I suppose? I'd need to reignite a interest!

And oh YAY! It's been a very long time since I thought about that fic, and a lot I make up as I go and try tying back together, kinda like building the railroad while I drive the train, haha. So not sure if I had any hidden lore, especially none I can think of at the top of my head? But, like anything, I can think of some!

a) Inko and Hisashi are still technically married as they never got officially divorced, Inko kinda kicked him out and he's still yearning. He admires her ability to be cut throat, and loathes her strong sense of morals. b) Inko and Hisashi met while Inko was in med school, nearly graduating! She threatened to stick a pen through someone's throat for mocking her, and he was enamored. c) Izuku gets his determination from Inko, not Hisashi. He also gets the ability to burst into tears from her. The quick obsession is all him though. d) Hisashi left when Izuku was just young enough for his parenting to still linger, aka quirk fascination, but still early enough Izuku doesn't quite miss him when he's lived so long without him.

Yagi is ABSOLUTELY having a swell ol' time looking at Izuku succeed from the sidelines. Go, Izuku go! Number one cheerleader in the distance. He would be oblivious to Izuku's slowburn sanity depletion, if not incidentally encouraging by misunderstanding, since I think that's silly. Probably offer some advice Izuku takes in a whole another direction, or comment on Izuku's quirk to be encouraging, which makes Izuku incredibly tight lipped and sweating bullets. Which is to say, completely correct assumption from you, haha!

I did have a draft of the next chapter I never ended up finished, if you'd like :D below!

Izuku has been cackling madly for a solid minute. Maybe it’s the exhaustion still clinging to him like a teddy bear cactus after seeing its first fleshy human taxi, or the sweet, sweet euphoria of a miraculous, and marvelous step forwards, or maybe he’s simply lost his sanity, but eventually, it winds down to giggles, chuckles until it’s nothing but a bright grin stretched over his cute little cheeks. 

“Shigaraki!” Izuku whispers delightfully. “Shigaraki, Shigaraki, Shigaraki!” 

Unfortunately, chanting someone's name while cackling, does sound like he’s reciting the next person he’s gonna curse to have their toes swapped with their fingers or having their spine crumble like a wad of wet paper towels squeezed into a tiny ball, so Izuku does exhibit one tiny glimmer of self awareness to simply stop doing that. The magic of sleep, he supposes, brings the wonderful gift of self awareness!

He should sleep more. Probably. Maybe. He’ll see. 

And while yes, okay, there is technically literally no one in the house except for him to see him like this, his All Might figure could be judging him! He can’t disappoint them! They’re limited edition. And oh, he should wipe them down soon. Gotta keep them in good condition! Just imagining one of those delicate, glossy figures being cracked and broken just makes Izuku wanna do the same thing to someone’s spine, which is ridiculous!

Izuku would simply never allow them to get damaged. Ever.

[yzashaven]

2023 KINKTOBER︰10﹒11

꒰ —♡ D U M B I F I C A T I O N﹒O V E R S T I M ꒱

EVENT MASTERLIST !

FEATURING ! itto, neuvillette, kazuha, cyno x fem!reader

WARNINGS ! dumbification ofc, mentions of overstimulation, mirror sex, prone bone, missionary, taken from behind, praise, degradation, clit stim, nipple stim, dacryphilia for itto if you squint, squirting, french with neuvi!!

NOTE ! NOTHING IS PROOFREAD HELP. i was supposed to include scara for this one but decided last minute to put his in a separate post instead :3 also i hope these count accordingly to the kinks <3 hell week is done for me so i think i can get started on the rest !!

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—ARATAKI ITTO

no because he can easily fuck you dumb due to his size + that oni strength and stamina goes a long way. trust. also loud mention of how cocky he becomes?!

"you look so pathetic, so needy~" itto was holding your ass up as he pounded your pussy from behind. if he wasn't holding onto your body, you for sure would've already collapsed by now—well your upper half had already done just that but that's besides the point here. your moans were muffled by the pillow that you held on to, it also catched the tears that rolled down your cheeks due to the amount of plessure being emitted to your body right now. "you take my cock so well. want me to fill you up, don't ya~?" he leans down close to whisper those dirty words in your ear. him being closer just let his cock reach deeper, causing your walls to clench around him tightly, earning a deep groan of approval from the oni. "fuck, didn't know you could get even tighter, hah~" he slows down his thrusts for a while, "feels real good, doesn't it? n-ngh~ that's because i'm the one fucking you. that's right~" he pulls back, making you whine and look back at him as the sudden feeling of emptiness engulfed you. he smirked, pushing your head back down into the pillow before slamming back in, thrusting roughly, eliciting loud moans and cries from you. "feels good? tell me it feels good, come on." he was now fucking you hard, waiting for you to comply with him, "f-feels so good~ itto~! fuck—right there~!!" listening to your sobs, he continues to drive you to cum around him. not soon after, he chuckles darkly at the scene before him; with a loud explicit moan of his name, you had let the feeling of intense ecstasy take over your whole body as you spasmed under him, squirting. the bed beneath was already soaked but this one had just made it even wetter than before. "god, you're just so hot, baby. come here, lemme fuck you some more~"

—NEUVILLETTE

he'd definitely fuck you on a desk with your legs spread wide open just for him, but that's a different story. for now, i'd love to mention how good he'd be at heart fluttering praise + mirror sex <3

"don't you see how perfect you look like this, ma amour?" neuvillette whispered directly into your ear as his hands continued to trail down your body, from the soft flesh of your neck and collarbone that were covered in lovely bite marks, to your hips, and to your thighs that were soaked of your arousal along with the mix of your previous orgasms not too long ago. "eyes on the reflection, pretty girl." you lazily direct your eyes to the large mirror in front of you both, showing a lewd scene; you sat on his lap with your two legs spread wide, his cock impaled you deep, stretching you out so much and so good. neuvillette's hands made their way down to your inner thighs, holding them apart, "see how well you're taking me?" he slightly lifts your thighs before slowly thrusting up into your still drenched cunt, making you whimper at the sensation of being filled yet again. "you haven't said a word in quite some time now, is that pretty little head of yours still functioning properly, hmm?"—it wasn't. he peeked at your expression in the mirror, a fucked out look on your face, drool coming down from the corners of your lips, eyes half lidded, all the while your moans and pleas were echoing throughout the walls of the enclosed room. "c-cumming—cumming...! cock s-so good... neuvi~!" he smirked at the way your body reacted towards his touch, thrusting up one last time, making sure his tip would hit your cervix as you orgasmed for what felt like the hundredth time already. kissing your neck softly as his fingers gently set a comfortable pace on your clit, "tu es si adorable, ma chérie~ tell me... tu as envie de plus~?"

[ "my love" ♡ "you're so adorable, my dear~" ♡ "do you crave for more~?" ]

—KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

MISSIONARY. justttt yes. he loves being able to see all of you; from your face, observing how it reacts to him—the way your lips part to gasp with each thrust that lets his tip hit your cervix, each cry for his name that left your lips drives him absolutely crazy.

"that's it, love... keep taking me like that~" kazuha coos gently, hands gripping at your thighs, spreading them open just for him. he's leaning close to you, allowing you to tangle your fingers in his soft hair. "darling~ you feel so good... can you feel me?" he bucks his hips, reaching deep inside you before beginning to grind against you as one of his hands makes its way to grope at your breasts, delicately fondling with the soft flesh and teasing your nipples in between his fingers. to which he then leaned down to take one in his mouth—licking around the bud and gently nibbling on it, eliciting a lewd moan from you. the mixture of that and his gentle grinding that had his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly made you feel weak. "k-kazu—ah~! gonna cum~!" "cum around me, love~ you're so pretty when you do~" with that, he pulled back before beginning to thrust into you again sweetly, at a pace that was comfortable for you as he helped you ride out yet another orgasm that evening. he paused his movements for a while, taking in the sight of you writhing beneath him, choked back sobs and sweet moans being drawn from your agape lips over and over again. "...you look way too ravishing for me to just watch you, love..." kazuha lets out a satisfied sigh, setting a faster pace than before, causing you to scream out his name in pornographic moans that echoed through the room as the moonlight was shining down at you through the window, making the scene look ever so majestic. "my darling~ looks so mesmerizing while crying out my name. let me hear more of you, i'll give you so... so much more tonight~"

—CYNO

deep prone bone. that's all that i can say other than oh dear archons he'd be another one that's pretty damn good at praise...but also throws light degrading word at you from time to time—he's serious during it i swear, no dad/cyno jokes (at least for this time)

"such a pretty whore you are..." cyno pulls back fully, only to slowly dip back inside, fully sheated within your warmth yet again. "...aren't you?" you moan as a reply, muffled whimpers attempt to escape your lips as he pushed your head further into the pillows beneath, making you look so helpless as he continued to fuck you into the soft mattress—a pool of your arousal beneath you, directly at your clit, coating it in the sticky and wet fluid as your sweet sensitive bud rubbed against the sheets, only adding to the stimulation you were already getting from his thrusts alone. cyno moves your hair to the side, giving him acces to the back of your neck, sucking on the soft skin soon after. "you smell so good, you taste so good... i can't ever get enough of you~" he groans, sharply snapping his hips against yours. he peeks at your face, smirking at the view, "fuck—you're practically drooling on this cock, pretty girl. s'that good?" you nod, slurring a few words of approval. cyno's hands grip your waist to elevate your hips a bit, letting his fingers graze your delicate skin towards your clit. his fingertips pleasuring the swollen, covered in cum little bud at a pace that matched with the thrusts of his hips and sending shivers down your spine that soon travelled to the rest of your body, "let me give you even more pleasure, my pretty slut~ you don't even need to say a word, stay still and take my cock, yeah~?"

[cheapshrimpysheep]

No Kisses - Demon Brothers

SUMMARY: After tasting a Solomon's dish, your lips got infected. It's nothing serious, but it's contagious. So you decide not to kiss anyone until your lips heal. How do they react to the wait?

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub & Belphegor)

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Kissing

WORD COUNT: An average of 280 words per character.

COMMENTS: I finally thought of something to write with the Obey Me! characters! Recently I got angular cheilitis. My lips are very dry. Nothing too serious, but that's what gave me the idea to write this.

I hope you enjoy. ;)

P.S.: Here’s the version with the Side Characters: No Kisses - Side Characters

CONTEXT: You couldn't get rid of tasting Solomon's new dish. He looked so proud and happy about it. And it didn't look as... deadly as the others. It was salty, but not too bad. The problem came later, your lips became drier than usual and small cuts formed on them. He was worried and apologized profusely.

The doctor told you it was nothing serious and gave you an ointment to put on your lips. But what you had was contagious through kissing. So you decide not to kiss anyone until your lips are completely healed.

Lucifer understands and appreciates your thoughtfulness. He also mentions something about making Solomon pay for it. He hides his sadness at not being able to kiss you for a week or more very well.

Protective as he is, he can be a little annoying as he always reminds you to put on the ointment. He will cook for you. He will make foods that don't require you to open your mouth too much so you don't force the now fragile elasticity of your lips. He'll probably also offer to put the ointment on your lips himself. And he’ll tell you not to worry because he will be very careful not to get infected.

He will still kiss you on the cheek or forehead. And be very sad to remember that he can't kiss your lips too. But of course, he doesn't show that.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. The only time his face will show what he truly feels about the situation. A mixture of sadness for not being able to kiss you and for seeing your beautiful lips dry and cut. And anger at Solomon for doing that to you.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he will move closer and lift your chin to get a better look at your lips. He takes off his glove to run his thumb over your lips and check that they are healthy.

He will smile and not waste any more time to kiss you. Starts off affectionate but quickly escalates to a longing kiss. When your lips part he says: “I missed you. Now we can make up for the lost time.”

Super Sulky! Mammon can't hide for nothing how upset he is about that situation. He'll constantly bad-mouthing and curse Solomon until your lips heal.

You can still let him kiss your cheeks. But he'll forget about your infected lips and you'll have to be the one to stop him from kissing them. You’ll cover his mouth and see his eyes pouting. He'll sulk, mumble more curses at Solomon and hug you even tighter. Like a child hugging his teddy bear for consolation.

When he sees your face of discomfort while eating, he´ll offer to cook something else for you or cut your food into even smaller pieces. What do you mean it's like he's treating you like a child? He just want to help! Don't think that of him. That wasn't his intention!

If you sleep together, he'll look at your dry, cut lips while you're sleeping and pout. He is sad for you because you are the one with the lips like that and if a kiss from him could transfer all your pain to him, he would kiss you without thinking twice. Why did you taste Solomon's food? You big dummy...

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so: “Really? Are you sure?” and he will laugh happily. “Good! That's great! But no eatin’ Solomon’s food again, ya ear me?” You thank him for taking care of you and he'll blush a little. “Well, ya better be! Do you know how hard it was to resist to kiss you?... Well, no need for that now right? Come here~”

OH! THE TRAGEDY!!! Why? Why you and not him? If there were lips that should be cursed, it was his, not yours! Not your wonderful ones! ... Levi... chill... It's not like this is permanent. Please calm him down.

He will offer to cook for you. Making sure he cooks and cuts the food so as not to strain your now-fragile lips too much. Don't be surprised if he takes this opportunity to make themed foods. He'll probably even offer to feed you. (I'm remembering one of the first lessons from the original game)

He's always been the type to hesitate to kiss your lips, so this part wasn't so bad for him. But you not being able to kiss even one of his cheeks? He was sure he was being punished. At least you could still hug each other.

If you sleep together, and he's already past the face of being freaked out about that, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. Lips so wonderful and loving, now so dry and cut. It was blasphemy. And worse, it hurts you. You didn't deserve that. If only he could do something. But no, he was useless as usual...

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so: “Are you really sure? Do not rush the healing process.” To show him you're confident your lips are back to normal, you shower him with kisses and thank him for all the caring. His face turns completely red while he says he didn't do anything. You better shut him up with a kiss before he starts saying that he actually thought he was useless.

Satan is so pissed at Solomon! That bastard! Doing something like this to you. His anger is only tempered by the fact that he knows Solomon would never do this to you on purpose.

He'll read every possible book about anything related to your infection. He wants to gather all the information possible to take the best care of you. He’ll study the components of the ointment the doctor gave you if he has to. Our if he thinks he has to.

He will also offer to cook for you. He will look for the best recipes to comfort your sore lips. And he'll ask you if it's good and if it doesn't hurt your lips.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. He's more worried about you, about the possible pain you might be feeling, than about the fact that he can't feel your kiss for so long. Of course he's sad about it too, but he knows it's only temporary. Your lips were so good for him, and now they are like this, dry and cut. The anger for Solomon comes back when he thinks about it.

He will still kiss your cheeks and forehead even if you can't reciprocate. But then he'll remember something he read in a book once: a kiss where people don't use their lips, but their nose, and you can do that. But not in front of his brothers!

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he might already know that too. After all, he had been studying about the infection and had some idea of when your lips could be healed. You give him one of those nose kisses, thanking him for taking care of you. “Well, if you want to thank me... you can now thank me in a better way again.”

Another Desperate One! What a Tragedy! How can Asmo survive without your kisses? He literally puts one hand to his chest and the back of the other to his forehead when he hears your decision not to kiss anyone.

He knows the doctor gave you an ointment, but even so, he looks for any and all products that might also help your lips. And he'll take care of the rest of you too. Paint your nails, comb your hair, give you new clothes to try on. In an attempt to divert your attention from your lips and show how wonderful you are despite that.

Your lips are hurt, it's not just any food that can touch them. So maybe he'll cook for you, or order food that he thinks won't put too much strain on your lips. And he will take the opportunity to order aesthetic foods to photograph and publish on Devilgram.

Since he can still kiss you but you can't reciprocate, he'll kiss you in double. You will feel his arms around you slightly desperate for more than just hugs. And every now and then he will also say out loud how in need of your kisses he feels. Out of all seven, he's probably the one who shows it the most.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your dry, cut lips while you're sleeping. He's so sad. He doesn't blame Solomon for his cooking, or you for tasting it. he himself sometimes gives in to Solomon's requests. So, he just looks at you like a sad puppy.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he's over the moon! He will fill you with kisses until he reaches your lips. If you let him, he will show you how much he missed them.

Beel is sad and he doesn't hide it. He looks at you like a sad puppy. No food in any of the three worlds can make up for the lack of your lips on his. But now that he thinks about it, does it hurt you when you open your mouth too wide? Oh! That's awful! He needs to take care of you and make you happy while your lips don't heal.

He can try to cook for you, but he'll have to control himself not to eat it or the ingredients before even start cooking. And if he does, he'll feel so bad! And will probably offer you his food. If the food is too big, he’ll cut it for you. With even more control not to eat it because he's already disappointed in himself for having already done it once.

He will still kiss your cheeks and forehead. And if you get excited, you'll forget about your infected lips and try to kiss them. You'll need to be the one stopping him. He will look at you sadly and apologize for forgetting.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. Sad puppy eyes again. Ask the Avatar of Gluttony not to taste the lips of the person he loves the most? He could just walk away from you, out of sight out of mind. But he would never leave you when you need him. So he just needs to hang in there.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he’s like a trained dog that has been waiting for the owner to give the permission signal to eat his treat. He wants to kiss you so bad, but he'll only shower you with kisses while hugging you if you let him.

Belphie is the hardest to keep away from your lips. Because he couldn't give less of a crap. He doesn't care if his lips get infected too, he just wants your comfy lips on his. Belphie, NO!

He's too lazy to cook. If it's up to him, he prefers to order food. Or rather: just sleep together. Sleep helps to heal, and while you sleep you don't feel hungry. But if he sees you cooking, he might offer to help you.

He will keep hugging you, cuddle you, sleeping with you, kissing your cheeks, etc. Unlike others who, if they bring their lips closer to yours it's because they forgot about your infection, he will try to kiss you even knowing that. I mean, if he gets infected too, then there would be no need to not kiss each other. You'll need to be the one stopping him, for his own good.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. Again: he doesn't care how your lips look, he wants to kiss them. If you were assertive when you said you didn't want to infect him, he will respect that. Upset, but will respect that. If you weren't assertive enough, and left room to show that you wouldn't mind if he kissed you, he'll kiss you while you sleep. “If he gets infected too, then there would be no need to not kiss each other.”

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he’ll be like: "Finally! Will you let me kiss you now?"

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[luimagines]

Ya know we have a lot of the chain ‘he realizes he’s in love’ but what about when he realizes YOU’RE in love with him? Maybe they catch you looking love struck at them, or a breathless praise cause he’s so pretty, just all sound saps

Sure thing!!

Masterlist

Part One will include Twilight, Four and Sky. :D

Content under the cut!

Twilight

Twilight was in the middle of washing some gunk off of his shirt down the river when he figured it out.

Granted, he was in denial for a good part of the week afterwards but he always got a little doe-y eyed in heart when he thought about it again.

He didn't think much of it when you were doing the rest of the laundry with him a little way away form him. Twilight was too busy trying to actually do a half decent job to notice it at first.

Then he looked your way, wondering if you were having as much luck as he was.

He wasn't prepared for the expression that was waiting for him when he turned.

Your eyes were soft, and your smile was so subtle that it looked as if you were viewing him for the first time with quiet awe and adoration. Your mouth was slightly open and your entire stance was relaxed and calm. The laundry you had in your hand was about to be taken down the river if you weren't paying attention.

His heart jumped to his throat and he suddenly felt self conscious that you were staring at him for who knows how long. He had forgotten entirely the task at hand. He wasn't expecting this.

Twilight felt his mouth go a little dry as he stared back at you. His face grew warm at the thought that you were looking at him this way. And what else would be looking at?

The only person was Legend, but he's behind you. And he's too busy trying to fix up one of Hyrule's tunics to pay attention to either of you.

Twilight feels his expression soften. Oh, how he's wanted to be the one who you looked at this way. Is real life? Are you really that enamored by him? Are his eyes deceiving him?

"Hey." He calls to you softly.

It seems to break you out of whatever trance you ended up in. You drop the laundry and you take a poor step back. Luckily you seem to catch yourself before you fall into the water but clearly you're more than embarrassed at being caught.

You're face goes bright red and you laugh nervously in an attempt to play it off.

Twilight's heart flutters at the thought. The tiniest light of hope shines through.

He winks at you.

You grow bashful and he think he might just have to talk some more when you're both done with your chores.

Four

It took him an embarrassingly long time to figure it out. 

It was less him figuring it out and more so, someone telling it to his face. Directly. Bluntly. And it still didn’t click.

“They like you.”

Four just looks at them with wide eyes- no thoughts in his head. “I mean... I’d hope so? I like them too... You’re supposed to like to your friends.”

A small twang strikes him in the heart at his own words. He feels like an idiot for saying them anyway. Despite their truth, he wishes you would look at him in the way he looks at you. With tenderness and desire. With hopes and quiet confessions. With dreams and unspoken promises.

”No Four.” They grit their teeth, trying their best to remain patient. “The-want-to-hold-you-hand kind of like you.”

Four bite his teeth, feeling his heart start pounding in his chest. A soft blush comes over his cheeks. Wouldn’t that be nice? Just to hold your hand. He thinks it would be very soft. Much different than his callused hands from the forge work and his swordsmanship. “It’s not like anything is stopping them, right? I wouldn’t mind it.”

If anything he would quite welcome it.

“You’re so dumb.” They groan, smacking their forehead and dragging their hands down their face. “They blush whenever they see you! How do you not see that?!”

“What are you talking about?” Four rubs the back of his neck, feeling like he’s missing some very vital information.

“They love you!”

“Well I love them too!” Four starts to get defensive. “What does that have to do with anything?!”

“Not platonically, idiot!”

“Then in what other way-”

“They want to kiss you. They want to go out on dates. They want to get married and grow old and have a garden outside the house with a white picket fence- I don’t know!” They shout, all ounce of patience lost. “But so help me, we’re all tired of seeing you two dance around each other like awkward teenagers.”

Four clenches his jaw at that. “So what if we are? How can you just say-”

“They! Are! IN LOVE! With YOU!” They give up, grabbing Four by the shoulders and shake him with emphasis on every beat of their sentence. “GODDESS!!!”

Four is set back a few steps with the strength they all but launch him back with. Four only stares at them dumbly. The words take a minute to process through his skull. “...They do?”

His friend all but collapses to their knees with their hands grabbing fistfuls of hair in frustration. ”YES!”

The blush on Four’s face grows ten fold as he looks not to subtle at the direction where he knows you’re at. He hopes that you’re far enough away where this whole ordeal was out of ear shot.

“...oh...”

“YES!”

Sky

Sky wasn't sure what to think about this new development. Could he dare to hope? Would it amount to anything? Would he be at risk of ruining it all if he were to act on his suspicions?

You had begun to act more and more shy around him. Which... didn't work for him if wanted to spend more and more time by your side.

Sky was curious about your escalating change in behavior.

It was time to experiment.

He tried to set up circumstances that would get the two of you together and alone. Just so he could try little things and see your reactions. He wanted to have some sort of foundation for his suspicions and the confidence to be able to act on them.

A small brush of your hair here, nudging your hands together there- just little touches- little gestures. He brought you a flower. He saved you a seat. He'd compliment your appearance when he noticed you doing something new.

Sky tried to watch your reaction each and every time. You always seemed to be happier and you'd blush softly each and everytime.

It gave him hope.

It gave him the strength needed to not only work up the courage to do more and more for you but to do something about it.

Sky knew that the others were catching on to what he was doing. But no was willing to stop him, which only furthered his suspicions that you have somewhat reciprocated his feelings.

"Ok." You looked at the map in your hands. "If we went north then we can eventually hit the river, then we can gather up enough water for the group and maybe clean up some of the clothes that were damaged in the last battle."

"Sounds good to me." Sky grinned and put a hand on your shoulder. You bite your lip and blushed. With a small smile, you turn to him and fold up the map.

You provided him with the perfect opportunity. He leans in, kissing you cheek casually. "Let's go."

You tensed up, blushing even more.

Sky walks around you, keeping his hand on your shoulder. He smirks to himself and keeps walking. If he focuses long enough he thinks he can hear the way your brains fries.

He spins on his heel and tries to fix his face into a less mischievous look. You're completely red, but smiling to yourself.

Ok, yeah- he's not going to get smacked for that. He can live with this.

In fact- he's all for it. Rooting for you, even.

If you like him, then he can die a very happy man.

Part 2

[bonesxbows]

Ring of Fire (Cooper Howard x Reader)

Masterlist

You and Cooper are heading to collect a bounty, but it's a lot farther away than you anticipated. He's used to the sun but your pristine and non-irriated skin isn't. Heat stroke is imminent and could end up killing you if Cooper doesn't intervene.

(WARNINGS) - descriptions of heat stroke - descriptions of severe sunburns - descriptions of dehydration

The show reignited my fallout obsession but Cooper's character is so goddamn hard to write in a sorta romantic way since we mostly see him being an ass to everyone after the bombs. I still tried my best so hopefully it comes across okay. I think I also got the hang of his accent the more I wrote for this too

Anyway, I wrote this during a heat wave when I was miserable and needed some comfort lol so if you're reading this I hope it can bring you a little bit of comfort too. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

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Whoever said California was a pleasant heat sure as hell hadn’t walked through the desert after a nuclear fallout. Everything burned; the sand, the sun, the air, your legs, your nose. It was unbearable and if it hadn’t been over the promise of a large stack of caps at the end of the road you would have given up a long time ago. 

“If I see one more dried-up lakebed I’m gonna fucking lose it.” You mumbled, rubbing the sand from your eyes again. 

“Quit your complainin’, we’re almost there. An’ I told ya to stop doin’ that.” Cooper swatted at your arms, making you put them back down at your sides again. You scoffed but obeyed his directions. 

“I’m never gonna make it there if I can’t see where the fuck I’m going.” 

“Maybe, but you sure as shit ain’t gonna see nothin’ never again if your eye gets infected. Your body don’ have enough moisture to keep your eyes slick with the way you keep yappin’ your mouth off and wastin’ it.” He retorted back, his face snarled up into his usual scowl. You didn't say anything more for a good long while, not because of his fancy way of telling you to shut up but because talking was starting to become more and more physically taxing on you the farther along you went. There was nothing but more sand, more heat, and more nothingness for as far as you could see across the horizon. Every step added another weight to your head, making it feel like it was stopped up with cotton that weighed a million pounds and banged against the inside of your skull like a war drum. Your body felt like mush and your clothes felt twice as heavy. But you kept going, trudging behind your cowboy, using him as a guide through the pain. 

That is until you started to see three of him. And what was that whinnying sound you kept hearing coming from? Plus you swore there was a herd of something chasing the two of you what with all the stomping hooves you were hearing too, but every time you turned around there was nothing but sand dunes and the outline of destroyed L.A. on the horizon. 

“Wait. I…I think I need to take a break. In the shade preferably.” you stopped and told him after gunfire was added to the list of sounds you were hearing in the distance. One more step and you were sure you were going to end up with a mouth full of sand. 

“We don’ got time for pit stops sweetheart, keep movin’,” he replied back, still keeping his pace forward, not realizing you had stopped completely. Or just not caring. He wouldn’t leave you behind, not for long at least, but he still wasn’t listening. 

“Cooper fucking listen to me this time,” you shouted, hoping to catch his attention. You succeeded, as soon as his real name fell from your lips he made a dead stop in his tracks. “Please,” you added in a softer voice. You hadn’t meant to shout at him but your body was so overwhelmed and you were tired of being ignored. He tilted his face towards the sky and let out the most audible annoyed sigh you had ever heard from him before finally turning around to face you. 

“Alright, I’m sorry for pushin’ ya, just not so loud next time ‘kay? I don’ need the whole goddamn wasteland knowin’ my name.” he said as he walked back towards you. “Well, you’re still standin’ so that’s a good sign. What’s the matter?” you were used to his gruff exterior by now but you were just grateful he was finally taking you seriously. 

“I…I’m not sure? My head hurts so fucking much and I keep hearing things…I think. My skin feels like it's on fire and I-”

“Heat stroke. Goddamnit.” He cut you off, not even listening for you to list any more symptoms out loud. He sounded pissed, but you had learned by now that his angry voice and his overprotective voice were kinda one and the same. 

“...Heat what now?” you asked, but he never quelled your confusion. Instead he focused on scanning your surroundings. There wasn't much, there usually never was anyway, but he must've found something in the distance that would work for what he had planned. 

“Hm, that’ll do,” he said, more so to himself than to you. You weren’t really listening anyway, that whinnying sound was back and it was taking every ounce of energy you had left just to stay standing upright. He turned back to you and said…something, but you couldn't make out any of it. His lips were moving, sure, but all you could hear was muffled static as if you were underwater. Your face must have had a look of confusion plastered on it because it didn’t take long for him to figure out you were unresponsive, the way you just stared at him and blinked also didn’t help. 

He approached you and started to pull the sleeves of your jacket off, peeling the leather from your sticky sweaty skin off entirely. You stood there and let him, you may have been hearing things and had all the energy of a newborn sloth, but you could still recognize Cooper, and you trusted him more than anyone else. If he thought your jacket needed to come off then you trusted he had a good reason for doing so, even if the wind was starting to feel extremely cold on your exposed moist skin. 

He tried to talk to you again but you just continued to stare at him, watching his mouth move but none of the words making it to your ears. He shook his head and threw your jacket over his shoulder, grabbing one of your wrists and looping it over his back as he grabbed you under your arms and started to half drag you forward towards whatever makeshift shelter he had found. You tried to help, tried to get your legs to move with his, but it felt impossible. At some point, your head began to droop and your temple bashed into his shoulder, making you cry out in pain. He stopped to assess the damage, no doubt cursing you for being so clumsy even though you still couldn't hear him. He tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead where it had made impact with him before placing his hat on top of your head and continuing onward. The new barrier between the unforgiving sun and your dried-up eyes was a small relief to your unbearable discomfort, one you cherished every second of before your vision went dark for good this time. 

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When you opened your eyes again you were thankfully in the shade this time, your skin still felt like it was on fire but at least the sun wasn't continuously beating on it now. You were sitting on the ground propped up against the side of a half-destroyed barn and you dug your fingertips into the sand, grasping for the cooler sand that usually lay a layer deeper than the surface, an old trick Cooper had taught you. 

The memory of that lesson in your mind had you spring up, frantically trying to find your cowboy again. Your jacket was still missing, and his hat was still on your head, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. You wanted to get up, you even tried to, but your limbs felt like jello and you discovered your toes and fingertips were numb. You tried again anyway, kicking at the sand with your feet to find purchase and clawing at the rotting barn boards to pry yourself upwards. 

“Hey, now it took a lotta effort to get you here, don’ tell me you wanna leave already.” You heard his voice and stopped, watching him as he came through one of the broken doorways into the barn, his spurs clicking behind him with every step. 

You blinked, making sure it was really him this time and not something else you were imagining again. But there he was; scorpion belt buckle, cowboy boots, saddle bags and all. He dropped what he was carrying next to the doorway, where you saw your jacket lying on the ground, and then came to sit in front of you, grunting as he knelt down and made himself comfortable. 

“Feelin' better?” he asked. You went to answer but then immediately felt just how dry your throat was. You coughed and tried to lick your lips, but your tongue felt like sandpaper against the already rough skin. You had never experienced a dried-up tongue before and you never wanted to again, it felt like a worm had crawled into your mouth and nested behind your teeth. Cooper was already prepared through and placed a can of water into your hands, already punctured with his knife. 

“Here. Small sips though, ‘kay?” he told you. You nodded, disappointingly understanding him even though you wanted to guzzle the whole can down right then and there. But you did as he told you, taking a slow and small sip, relishing the feeling of the liquid making its way down your throat and easing the pain a little. You tried to lick your lips again, this time succeeding in wetting the crusted-up skin. 

“How bad is it?” you croaked out, vaguely remembering what he had said earlier. Heat stroke, whatever that was, felt like one of the worst things to ever happen to you.

“Well, you’re still alive, despite losin’ consciousness and being fried up like an iguana on a stick from that there sun. I don’ think I’ve ever seen you with such a tan.” he smirked, poking fun at the lack of time you spent outside before meeting him. It wasn’t your fault life was safer inside a city and behind four walls of a shack, but still, it amused him to remind you of your sheltered past every chance he got. You rolled your eyes, grateful that you were at least still alive. 

“Will it scar? Or peel off like your skin did?” you asked, not sure which possibility you hated most. 

“Whaddaya mean?” he tilted his head at your question, confused. 

“You know, the burns.” you showed him your bright red and blistered forearms as emphasis to what you were talking about. You could only assume your face looked just as bad. He couldn’t help but laugh a little at your question, which only agitated you. “I’m being serious here!” you barked. You creased your brow, which you realized immediately was a huge mistake as the tension on the freshly raw skin caused fireworks to explode in your head and flames to shoot across your skin. You winced from the pain and that got him to stop chuckling. 

“Sorry sweetheart, no, neither is gonna happen. You might lose some skin, but not in the way you're thinkin’. It’s just a sunburn, not like you got attacked with a flamethrower. You’ll be fine.” he explained finally. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief, although you still weren’t sure what this so-called “sunburn” was and how it was different from a regular burn. But you knew he wouldn’t lie to you, so you believed him. 

“So what now? We still got at least a day’s walk to town.” with your emergent questions out of the way your mind turned right back to business. Caps were on the line and you were itching to claim them, despite the discomfort traveling imposed on you in your current state. He liked that about you, your desire for caps and the willingness to chase after them with him, though he would rather bite a radroach raw than tell you that to your face. 

“Now? Now we stay put for a while, at least til those burns heal up some. Ain’t no bit of leather and an ol’ beat-up hat gonna protect you enough from the sun if we try to continue on. Right now the only thing I need you to worry ‘bout is finishin’ that water that’s still in your hands.” he leaned back against the opposite wall from you, kicking his legs out and propping his head up with his hands. 

“But-” you tried to rebuttal his decision but he cut you off again before you could. 

“Nah uh, don’ even think about arguin’ here. We even try walkin’ and you’ll collapse again ‘fore we even make it a mile. Best to just stay here and try again once you’re not so dehydrated and redder than a tomato. Few days rest won’t hurt nothin’.” 

“Yeah maybe except our profits,” you told him, quicker this time so he couldn’t interrupt you again. 

“I ain’t riskin’ you over a pile of caps. We’ll make due either way,” he said before closing his eyes, marking the conversation officially over by him. You didn't have a reply anyway, it was rare for him to mention how he felt about you aloud, and each time he did you were left speechless. You stared down at the water can in your hands, tracing your finger gently over the raw edges of steel where his knife had cut through it for you. The metal had been bent back inside the can a little, almost as if someone had shoved a finger through the hole and pushed it back, smoothing out the outer edges where your lips had touched the can. Something in you had a suspicion that if you checked Cooper’s glove you would find scratch marks that would match the size of the hole perfectly. 

Your eyes flicked to him. You weren't sure if he was legitimately asleep or not, but his eyes were still closed and he hadn’t moved an inch. He always talked to you more like an old friend rather than a lover, yet you were pretty sure you were the only person he showed any amount of kindness to. Suddenly his hat felt a little heavier on top of your head as you sat there and pondered where your relationship with him stood. 

[the-whispers-of-death]

Hello there! I am the Dilf requester anon :D. Can I ask you to continue the series?? OFC IT'S UP TO YOU!! (it can be anything really)

Btw looove your works!!!

It's been a month, but I've finally gotten to this ask, thanks to @3amfanfiction giving me suggestions on the next part for this. (Godsend, I tell ya.)

Anyways, I hope this still satisfies you even though it's a month late. Thank you for your kind words.

Ghost was a man who could follow orders. It was something that was ingrained in him after years of being in the military.

The thing was, he didn't follow just anyone's orders. They had to have his respect and more often than not, he clashed with his superiors when thinking their orders were bullshit. Price was the only one whose orders Ghost happily followed.

That was until he met you. You became the second person whose orders he could happily follow.

He's now in your kitchen, your kids quietly playing and doing their own things in the living room. He's dutifully waiting for your orders, his back straight like he's not a veteran but rather still the hardened soldier he used to be.

As you order him around the kitchen while you both make dinner for you, Ghost, and the kids, he finds himself thinking of how warm your orders are.

Everyone who has ever ordered him around has always been more rough than gentle, yet here you were. You're authoritative, but soft. Your voice doesn't harden with annoyance when he doesn't cut the vegetables the way you told him to.

No, instead, you walk over and gently place your hands on his, showing him how to cute the vegetables exactly the way you want him to. The gentle touch sends a shiver down his spine and your warm smile makes his heart skip a beat.

It's so easy to for him to fall into a rhythm with you despite this being the first time you two have cooked together. You lead him so well and he follows you so well. Like you two were made to do this together.

And when dinner is all done and finished, Ghost sets up the table as you call your kids to eat. He watches with his softened brown eyes as you walk back into the kitchen with a victorious smile, your kids shuffling in behind you.

He feels so warm and cozy as he sits with you and the kids, listening to the kids talk about their day as if he had always been a part of the family. Like this is his home, like he's right where he's meant to be.

Ghost follows orders, but only when he trusts and respects the person giving the orders. And he trusts you so much.

So much so that he has to take a sip of his drink just to stop himself from asking you to marry him right then and there.

Separator made by @une-femme-de-lettres

Okay, so this is short, far too short despite the fact that I took too long to get to this request. However, I'm not going to tear myself down for it.

I got it done and I'm relatively happy with it. And I hope you're happy with it too.

Between you and me, Ghost wanted to propose to DILF!Reader right then and there, but I managed to stop him. If he had his way, this would've ended with him popping the question. 😂

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

[kairiscorner]

Did you get a request? It's Gn spiderperson secretly taking care of Miguel O'Hara! I think I forgot to type his name too so sorry about that! Thanks!

love, your secret admirer. — miguel o'hara x gn!reader

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

(✧) word count: 1,394

(✧) request: You know secret admirers? I have a similar idea to that! Gn spiderperson secretly gives him stuff he needs or something to make his day easier! Like I assumed he doesn't take care of his health much so they will give meals, water, coffee, snacks, etc! He was wary at first but realised it's always something that helps him! So he wants to find them but they're so sneaky that even he wonders how he managed to miss them! He decided to pretend to leave when he's actually hiding & that's when they were about to leave after giving him a meal! They were so fast that he almost lost them! Does this make sense 😂

(✧) author's note: OYYYY i literally crave these dynamics HEEEEE i wanna be miggy's sweet little human assistant, the softer, less chaotic kinda lyla that's not AI for him, which reader is basically LOL man has trust issues, but he can never say no to your cute, darling little face and kind heart that makes him swoon. ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, ANON !!!

every morning, for the past few weeks, miguel had been gifted with little treats at his desk–treats he hadn't realized he's missed all this time until it was right in front of him. "who left these?" he asked lyla as he tasked her to identify any tracks left by whoever could've 'gifted' this to him. lyla chimed in and reported to miguel that she couldn't find any DNA tracing back to the sender; though, lyla had checked the package thoroughly and assured miguel the treats were extremely safe. "passed all the safety protocols, mig, i didn't pick up anything malicious or even remotely harmful from them. just plain old treats ya love, that's all they are, really." lyla explained as miguel rolled his eyes and looked at the treats all neatly wrapped with a dark red and blue ribbon, examining it and taking in all the... friendliness of this little gift before him.

"not used to being gifted anything, hmm?" lyla teased miguel as he snarled at her, turning his nose up at her and glaring at the holographic assistant. he hated that she was, indeed, right–he wasn't used to being gifted anything, let alone something so intricately wrapped. he looked around and heard the crunching of a small piece of paper on the ground. he seemed to have stepped on a sticky note, which he picked up. it read:

'don't forget to spoil yourself sometimes! (◡ ω ◡) — your secret admirer.'

miguel swore he recognized that penmanship somewhere, though due to the lack of any signature or name attached to the message, he couldn't figure out just who in the multiverse could've placed these on his desk. "secret admirer, huh?" lyla teased. "this is probably just some prank by those damn teens." miguel rationalized as his mask dissipated, his stern look still on his face, but slowly softening as he held the gift in his hands, feeling the warmth emanating from the treats. the scent coming from the treats this mystery person left for him was too hard to resist, so he ended up snacking on them before he even realized it. the surprises didn't end there, however–for the rest of the month, miguel had been receiving anonymous gifts that benefitted him and relieved him of stress that accumulated throughout the day.

he hadn't realized he needed coffee in his morning, or that he was hungry for his lunch, or was craving any snacks he hadn't had in a long time until he was treated to them right then and there. he had gotten very suspicious of these constant gifts that were waiting for him at his desk, he had always subjected them to thorough inspections from lyla, but they were never anything bad nor dangerous–they were harmless little gifts, and miguel... miguel was now curious. he wanted to figure who was leaving these gifts for him, these gifts that help keep him sane, healthy, and a little bit happier than he was before all this. he had narrowed down the hours when the gifts would usually come from this 'secret admirer' and had devised a time and plan that he would enact once the right time frame for the next gift would come.

"are you feeling like you're in mission: impossible right now?" lyla asked miguel all sarcastically as miguel stood by the wall in his suit's camouflage mode and held him breath in; waiting for someone to drop off another gift with another uplifting note that... that made him look forward to the next hour, the next day, and the rest of the week, really. he shushed lyla as he heard footsteps from down the hall sneak over to his office, he pressed himself against the wall and anticipated for his secret admirer to come in through those doors and make themselves known to him without them even knowing. as the doors opened, a couple of feet stepped in—bringing with them a familiar frame and face that miguel knew and... was guilty of looking at and admiring himself often when they weren't looking. he spoke your name in a whisper as he watched you shyly drop off a homemade gift for him and attached a sticky note onto the gift itself, muttering under your breath how much of a dork you look right now for not being able to muster the confidence to give these to him in person.

miguel couldn't quell the rapid beating of his heart—as you spoke to yourself, practicing how you'd confess to miguel that you've been the anonymous little darling that's been gifting him all those goodies and feeding him those meals he seems to like so much, he's so drawn to how adorable and humble you look right then and there. "i'm your... secret admirer, mig..." you mutter to yourself, practicing how you'd tell him. you got all flustered at the thought of what his response would be, shaking your head as you sighed; knowing full well to yourself that he wouldn't care... or you thought that he wouldn't care, because right behind you was the man himself—your back pressing against his chest as he gave a low hum in response to your accidental confession. you turned around gently and almost fainted when you realized just who was behind you.

"you are?"

he asked you in a low voice as he bent down slightly to get a proper look at you, but out of embarrassment, your adrenaline kicked in and you bolted out of his office. miguel hadn't had a lot of secret admirers before, he didn't think you turning your heel and dashing off was gonna be a response from you—so he ended up calling your name and running after you. "they're too shocking fast!" he exclaimed as he looked around rapidly for you. lyla pinpointed your location, with miguel quickly sprinting over to you to talk to you. "you... certainly gave quite the chase..." he mumbled as you were about to run off again, but miguel acted quickly and grabbed your wrist. "i'm not gonna do... anything to you, you... know that..." he whispered to you breathlessly as he brought you closer to him, making you lean against his broad chest.

you stared deep into his big, hazel eyes—getting all flustered as you got self-conscious and nervous again. miguel placed his hands on your waist, but quickly pulling away and sighing. "i appreciate the gifts, i... i don't know why i'm the one you want to gift with such pretty and tasty things, but... i really do mean that i appreciate them. i can't remember how i got through my days without your generosity..." he said in a quiet voice as he tucked away a lock of your hair behind your ear, making you gasp a little at his gentleness. "...i would appreciate it more, though, if you let yourself be known to me as more than just my 'secret admirer'. i can't believe how lucky i am... such a cute little spider is my secret admirer?" he asked you aloud as his face heated up, his nose nearly poking yours as he brought his face closer to yours.

"guess you're not so much of a secret anymore, hmm?"

he asked you as you shook your head and got even more bashful. he chuckled lightly as you acted all cutely around him again, making it harder for him to resist your inherent charms. "...i was going to confess, but..." you stammered, your hands resting on his chest—feeling the hammering of his heartbeat, making you even more flustered and at a loss for words. "and i'll confess that... you've had my heart since the moment you left those treats at my desk. i know i sound like i'm moving too fast, but i can't help it. you've been an enigma to me, an enigma that i wanted to meet, to hear, listen to, hold and... i've wanted you, and knowing it's, well, you that i want... it's more like i need you now, not just the gifts, to stay happy and content." he admitted as he pressed his chin against your shoulder, humming out a hum of contentment as he held you tighter, making you gasp and cling on to him as you wrapped your arms around his waist to reciprocate his touch.

"will you please... consider that thought for me, mi vida?"

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[gaypirate420]

Absolutely LOVED LOVED LOVED the Jasper scar kissing fic, I love me a wet cat man, it’s such a good but rare characterization of him. I know you’ve done submissive smut with him before, but could you do one as a sort of continuation where reader (preferably trans male but gn is fine too) just takes such good care of him and makes him feel good? Love a good boy vampire bf moment

The moment I wrote the fic I wanted to do a spicy part two, here it is, hope ya like it! And I hope it's what you had in mind!

Navy blue sweater and marble skin// Jasper W. Hale

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x gn!reader.

A/N:I'm running out of Jasper pics send help.

Smut. Sub!Jasper. Blowjob.

Jasper was going to scream.

After much needed cuddles and words of affirmation you returned to kiss his scars, one by one.

Your lips were so gentle against his scar filled neck, making him shiver and tremble slightly at every touch.

Sensitive. He was extremely sensitive right now. The vampire didn't know he needed this. And he needed it bad.

You looked up at him and your hands roamed down his chest painfully slow until they found their way under his sweater.

His golden eyes meet yours and his pale lips releasing soft gasps of pleasure as your own slowly got more heated on the kisses.

Jasper moaned shyly. The sound making you shiver with excitement.

Your fingers wandered around his skin, until they reach his back and you scratch it all the way down to his hips.

He arched his back and moaned loudly at this, it was too much for him already.

You lifted his navy blue sweater and matching baby blue dress shirt, revealing that beautiful marbel torso, his pale abdomen glistening with the sunlight that leaks from the curtains.

Which is also adorned with scars of bites, you don't even want to know how those ended in such an...intimate place.

Jasper bites onto his clothes to keep them up for you. How thoughtful. But he's still a little insecure about how he looks.

He doesn't get rid of his shirt, just let's you have a peek of his bare skin, and that's okay with you, if he doesn't want to reveal himself fully at the moment, then you'll respect it and work with what your given.

Your hands roamed down once again, stroking his skin just to feel his legs tremble under you.

But your eyes were filled with love and raw adoration.

"Oh." You whispered, Jasper already knew what you were going to say, he expected you to ignore it, to don't realize about it.

"Someone got pretty excited." You smirked and your fingers brushed down his torso until they met his hard member.

He whined at your touch.

"Want me to make you feel good, Jaspy? Hm? It's that okay?" You spoke ever so gently when asking about taking this a step further. He nodded before you could finish.

You smiled and kissed down his torso, making him shake with pleasure. You unbuckled his belt.

"D-don't take them off, please." He spoke softly, you nodded and just pulled his pants down slightly, he nodded back in approval.

Jasper breath heavy, groaning at your loving but torturing slow touch.

"S-stop t-teasin' me." He whimpered, His voice sounding muffled by the sweater he's biting.

You chuckled and with one finger you touched his aching cock from above the cloth of his boxers.

He whined and bit harder on the sweater.

"Darlin'! Please." Jasper whispered with a whiny voice, you smirked and released his large member from his underwear, he groaned.

"What a sight." You whisper and kissed teasingly the tip of his already leaking cock.

"Aren't you the prettiest vampire there is?" You gave a long lick to his member, making him moan in delight.

"I could eat you up- hm, but I suppose that's your thing." You chuckled at your own words, Jasper was going crazy, he needed you, and you know that, you're just torturing him and testing his patience. Waiting for him to break.

"Please, please, please, need ya so bad, sugar." There it is. You smiled victoriously, there's just something into making your boyfriend break down to a begging man.

"Good boy." Those words coming from your mouth make his melt completely, he's yours.

Your tongue flickered at the tip of his cock before leaving long and sloppy licks.

"Handsome, obedient and all mine? I think I'm the luckiest person on earth." You spoke softly, meeting his gaze.

Oh sweet lord.

The sight that is infront of you.

His pleading face.

His messy honey blonde hair.

The way his jaw is gripping on his sweater, and his saliva leaking from the corners of his lips.

"Oh aren't you the most beautiful thing on earth!." You spoke softly and caress the side of his thigh, Jasper moaned once more. You make him feel...Loved. Worthy.

His pale fingers stroked your hair, tugging a little harder, making you groan in pleasure.

You smiled and return to the task at hand.

Jasper whimpered silently and you gave longer licks before you started sucking, your head bobbed up and down.

The vampire with his now hoarse voice called your name between moans, his grip on your hair tighten and soon after he was making you go at the speed he fancy the most.

Making you choke on his twitching cock, pressing your head down while you gagged then pulling you away.

His legs shaked and his cock twitched inside your mouth, your tongue played with the tip of his member.

Loud moans leave his lips, his chest rising with each heavy and rapid breath.

"Hmmm, you taste so good, pretty boy." You whispered as your hands kept stroking his cock, the moans and whimpers never stopped from his part.

"Are you close, dear? Is my pretty boy ready to come all over my face?" You smiled as he mumbled something you couldn't really understand, he nodded rapidly.

"Please, need to come, need you, please." Jasper mumbled again, a little louder this time.

You bobbed your head again, going all the way down. Jasper is in a state of euphoria. Extreme pleasure.

You pulled again, panting and moaning softly as your hand stroke his twitching member.

"Oh! Oh! I'm gonna-" He cut himself off with a loud moan as his seed shoot on your face.

He looked at you, his hearth would be going crazy if he was human.

The image of you with his cum all over your face was something he'll never forget.

You wiped his seed of your face and meet his gaze, his eyes wide and shining brightly.

"Did you like it? Are you feeling alright?" You whispered before reaching for something to clean him.

"I love you." He whispered back, you smiled.

"I love you too, Jaspy." You leaned over and kiss his lips, cupping his jaw, the vampire leaned on his touch and immediately went for another long session of cuddles.

You pulled away with a smile.

"Let's get cleaned first." You kissed the tip of his nose but he didn't let you go, holding onto you tightly.

"Or not, we'll wait." You chuckled and kissed his forehead before filling his face with kisses, making him smile and hold even tighter.

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A/N: I hope this is good, I've been so busy and I'm sorry for all the people that request things, I know I take a lot of time, but I'm just very busy.

[aluria-sevhex]

ToT Bonnie i love you but that is not how it's pronounced

NOW FOR MY NOTES, COPIED FROM MY NOTES APP INSTEAD OF SCREENSHOTTED THIS TIME (edit: put it under a read more because long)

ACT 2

-THE TIPS ON HOW TO PLAY ARE FUCKING DIAGETIC?

-"stardust" are you the starhead bitch from the trailers

-i feel like i'll have to ask the librarian for a book eventually

-THE RUNNING ONE IS CALLING OUT SIF LOL (for running from his problems) (hmmmm Sif what problems r u running from?)

-ugh. it's the starhead bitch

-plot twist the star head is Siffrin and that's why he's depressed :P

-their name is Loop. i don't trust them

-"Yeah, better know this one's pronouns so you can think very clearly in your head that they're getting on your nerves."

-LOOP CAN READ THE PROFILES? WHAT KIND OF META BULLSHIT IS THIS </positive i fucking love meta bullshit>

-hm is Loop some sort of weird representation of the player. or a god.

-learn WHAT?

-hm feel like this game might explore some of the moral iffiness that tends to arise with time loops. is a friendship genuine if one person knows exactly what the other will say?

-"don't eat pineapples. you're allergic" fuck you. i WILL eat pineapples and i WILL enter anaphylaxis and i WILL die stupidly but it will be WORTH IT

-WAIT HOLD UP WHAT WAS THAT DIALOGUE IN THE >> TUTORIAL "don't make the same mistakes i did" I THINK THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID HOLD UP

-maybe Loop was a normal person who got stuck in a time loop for too long and fucked up somehow? and that's why they're like this

-idk if i'll zone out much i don't wanna miss any differences

-altho if there's a difference won't i zone back in?

-then again there's a lot of dialogue

-maybe this will be plot-important somehow?

update after being gone for a bit:

-Tears weewoo

-SIFFRIN SAID NYA

-side note i am so glad i fought that thing that dropped the crest even tho it was hard. fighting it again on future loops is gonna suck tho

-also fun fact right after i died to the Tears i ran ahead and accidentally got crushed by the rock again. which i think is bullshit because I RAN TO THE SIDE OF THE ROOM

-back to more important things. like Siffrin saying nya. or the thyme pun.

-ODILE SAID IT. look she has a phd or whatever equivalent there is here probably, she's like 40, i think she's earned the right to do whatever the fuck she wants

-Isabeau is AOBB (Assigned Omelette By Bonnie)

-"It'd be awful to keep yourself from becoming a person you feel comfortable with just because it would upset someone else."

Breaking news: the game where the protagonist uses he/they, two other major characters use they/them, and there is a conversation explicitly referencing pronouns and giving them, unsurprisingly supports trans rights

-BONNIE DO NOT EAT THE EGG KEYCHAIN

-BONNIE HAS A WOK >:D

-uh... why are the Vaugardians freaking out over crab. does the Change religion ban it?

-Vaugarde is weird. first, they have a VERY SPECIFIC RULE where entering the FIRST ROOM of a house is fine, but any further is rude. second: crabs??? ok i guess???

-an openphrase... ya mean a password?

-fuck it i am fully in "taking gratuitous extensive notes" mode

-hehe protector craft is gullible :P

-oh hey tasteful artistic nudes. so this room's resident is an art student. hopefully their grasp of anatomy was improved :]

-Mira said what the crab instead of what the hell

-"what the CRAB did you let Bonnie do when we said no!!!"

-YOU LET THE PRE-TEEN DRINK VODKA???

-LMAOOOOOOOO IT WAS WATER. I LOVE HOW MUCH OF A LITTLE SHIT SIFFRIN IS

-checked it again. the people are "doing fun things" eh so what if an art student draws porn, that's on me for peeking ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ still hope it improved their grasp of anatomy. if the anatomy was bad and the narration didn't tell me i would be disappointed in it :P

-ooo drawn tarot card. isn't the Six of Swords a bad one? i feel like it's foreshadowing somehow but i don't feel like looking its meaning up

-i fucking hate the triplet Sadnesses they're so annoying

-the reason the Mandela Effect with Berenstein/Berenstain happened is because Sif equipped the e

-OH? saving records party progress if you loop back to that spot :0

-yippee i beat the Sadness boss that changes its type (this is like the first enemy that does that i think)

-Mira are you hungry

-YEAH LET'S FUCKIN' EAT

-this question keeps popping in my head but where the fuck IS Siffrin from plot twist the kid was right and he's from the sky idk i'm saying random shit

-SNACK TIME

[sardonic-the-writer]

Hey Sard! I just had an oral surgery and was hoping to get an imagine/headcannon to help me cope! I was thinking a Charlie and Ted poly (or just one of them will work haha!) Where the reader (preferably he/They or amab they/them) just had their wisdom teeth removed and are saying the most random and silly shit ever (example- I was convinced I was d_@d in the car home). And Charlie is trying to calm them down, while Ted is just provoking the Reader's drugged state 😂 Anyway, thanks! Love ya :D

this is such a fucking hilarious idea. one problem. im not taking requests so stop sending them please unless you're mutuals. im only doing this for comfort right now since my nights not doing so well

"Okay, say that one more time again for me (Y/n)."

Ted's grin was poorly contained, eyes filled with amusement as he leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Th' fffucken seagulls. Coming to kill us all with their baby carrying beaks!"

"Storks carry the babies. Not seagulls."

"What!? Noooooooo."

You were currently laying on your back on Ted's couch, mouth swollen and brain essentially mush.

It was expected of course. You had just gotten done with getting your wisdom teeth removed after a few months of pain, something that was long overdue.

You had known you would be coming out of the dentist's office drugged and high as a kite, so you'd asked—read: forced—your friends Ted and Charlie to take you home afterwards, making sure that you didn't talk too much so you could heal.

Yeah. Only one of those things happened.

"Leave them alone, Ted." Charlie's words were serious as he awkwardly maneuvered his limbs to keep the ice pack in his hands on your face, but Ted knew he was just as entertained by your lunatic ramblings as he was. "They trusted us to make sure they would heal afterward. And I personally don't want to explain that the reason their mouth is bleeding again was because you wanted to hear about how seagulls are coming to kill us."

"Come on, you know they'd do the same to us if we were the delusional ones." He responded with a chuckle. Charlie rolled his eyes but silently laughed all the same, knowing he was right.

"Charles." You suddenly gasped, knocking the mans hand away feom your jaw and scrambling up to grab his arm woozily. "We're in grave danger. You must hide."

"..what?" He sputtered, halfway between laughing and scolding you for rushing up so quickly.

"Seaaagullsssss."

"Sit down (Y/n)."

"But the sky demons!" You cried, dramatically throwing yourself into him. He just caught you before pushing you back and looking at Ted, as if to signal for help.

The other man sighed, realizing that Charlie was right, and you probably did need to rest. And as much as he wanted to keep picking apart your brain in this state; he opted for getting up to walk over to the couch you were still on.

"Listen. If the seagulls come, I'll—" Ted paused a moment before continuing, remembering something he would say to Schlatt as a joke sometimes. "—I'll get the big fist to shoot them out of the sky."

You stopped mindlessly rambling at that, peaking open one eye to look at him skeptically. He nearly cracked a smile at your silly expression, knowing full well he would never let you live this down.

"Are you sure that will work" You slightly glared at him, dragging out the sure in suspicion.

"Very sure."

You didn't say anything for a moment. Ted's brows furrowed together as he waited for you to respond to him. It took the soft snores drifting out of your mouth for either of the boys hovering over you to realize that you had fallen dead asleep right in front of them.

"Oh thank god." Charlie sighed deeply before falling backward onto the floor with his arms and legs out. Clearly very happy that you had gone to sleep. "I thought I would have had to tie them down and force them to stop talking."

"Now that would've been funny."

"Shut the fuck up Ted and let me have this moment."

He just laughed.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Keep it Strange

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Twenty)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, past abuse, cursing, dark urges, Dom on edge, smoking, desperate boys, anxiety, bloodthirsty Dom, playful boys, fighting for top, d/s dynamics, blood play, biting/marking, spitting, scratching, name calling, groping, grinding, alpha posturing ish, Kells getting tossed like a doll, presenting, mentions of anal, toy play, improper (proper) use of a toy, teasing, control, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

Nothing happened the next day that called the truce into question and the following day was calm as well. By the third day Dom was starting to let the dust settle and his instincts weren't as overwhelmed as they had been for weeks. He wasn't sure he trusted the bastard but he at least was starting to believe James would let them know if the agreement held, not that it was really an agreement. Colson put the fear of well… them into the man and told him how everything would go. It was a night he wouldn't soon forget, not with how sexy it was to watch his lover scare people, and not for all the bad that happened either. He hated seeing his boy hurt,scared, or upset. It wasn't fair, the kid had been through too much already in his young life. There was a small part of him that hoped he'd never have to kill the other Alpha, he knew it would be painful for Blain.

Life wasn't exactly back to normal because they'd never really had that. Their lives were constantly hectic and often deadly. Not normally for them of course. His mate was restless though, possibly more than he'd been in a while. He wasn't sure if it was over his uncle or the Brit fuck, but Dom could feel his partner on edge and a wildness burned under the older man's skin. The killer was facing his own stress, his urges were almost overwhelming him with no outlet in sight. He'd normally have snapped already but his family kept him tethered. He was back to barely sleeping and seeing red far too easily. He was just glad he hadn't started fighting his loved ones. Yet. He didn't have much control but he refused to be a bad mate or father. He wouldn't continue that from his own. Never.

He spent probably a little too much time on the balcony, his gaze scanning the sidewalk below to make sure none of their enemies came too close. Part of him almost hoped one would try to trespass, he might be allowed to use force to scare them off. He was doing just that yet again when his omega found him. It was too early in the morning for anyone to wake up, he had thought. He was bundled in a hoodie and boxer briefs, smoking a cigarette. He was the picture of a movie villain planning the downfall of mankind but his ideas weren't so grand. He was just caught thinking about the murder of his future father and uncle in-law. Again.

“Mmm, that smells good as fuck. Come to bed and let me roll on you.” Colson teased softly as he stood against the glass door and stared down at his lost lover. He was worried about the serial killer, he knew Dom didn't do well having to wait so long between his missions. He was almost thankful they'd had to face the boy's rut for a few days, it seemed to distract him and take care of his urges for a while. He knew their trap night hadn't helped though, everyone was worked up since then.

Dom caught his partner glancing over to where they knew James was staying. They both had a habit of looking to that room across the street just to make sure they wouldn't be terribly shot at again. “Sorry luv, I didn't mean to wake yas.” He sighed and took another deep drag before snuffing his cigarette out. He wasn't sure why but he blew the smoke away from the other before stepping close and wrapping his arms around the taller man. “Jus’ couldn't sleep. But if you want to roll in me…” The Alpha trailed off with a playful growl. He wasn't sure what kind of come-on it was but it made the boss chuckle and squeeze his ass so he counted it as a win.

“You never fucking sleep. You okay?” Col asked softly. He didn't mean to ruin the possible mood Dom was building but he needed to check in. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He was more worried than he'd like to admit and he felt responsible for so much of the problem. They were being watched by the feds because of him. His uncle and father were making him more desperate to kill. It was him. Of course the other would deny it but he knew the truth and he wanted to make it better if he could.

“Not unless I can gut yas wiv'out killing you.” The Alpha tried to make it a joke but Kells felt the way he shivered at the thought. He knew it wasn't that Dom wanted to kill him, but sex, blood, and murder were all mixed up in both their minds. He'd learned so much more during the other's cycle. Dom had been more open and honest about himself than ever before.

“Maybe not that hardcore but if you just need to bleed someone a little-”

“No. Fuck tha' Cols. I won't ‘urt you.” The killer didn't mean to sound harsh when he said it but he couldn't follow that thought at all. If they opened up that possibility even a little he wasn't sure he could trust himself to stop. He stepped back and took his partner's hand, pulling him into the bedroom, and he shut the door behind them but before he could get away the man was crowding him against the glass. “Colson-”

“What?” The omega growled back. He wasn't trying to be aggressive but he felt too responsible and wanted to ease his lover's pain. He wasn't holding him down but he pressed his body against Dom’s and laid his forearms against the door to keep him close. “Whatever you need I've got you. Haven't I hurt you enough? I think it's fair game for you to fuck me up a little.”

Dom felt his throat go dry and try to close and his mouth filled with saliva. His cock jerked to life but he refused to reach out. He wouldn't hurt his lover. He couldn't. There was something in his mind that stopped him from even trying and it was stronger than it had been in a while. He didn't think he could lay a hand on the other if it was meant to harm at all. He pressed himself back against the glass and tried to leech the cool from it. He needed it. He needed a bucket of ice dumped on his head.

Col leaned closer, the scent of his mate's lips beckoning him near. Dom had his own warm spiced smell but when it was topped with cigarettes it made him even needier. He could already feel himself wet between his bare thighs. He hadn't seen a reason to dress even though they didn't fuck before bed. Most nights he felt more comfortable undressed and he knew Dom liked it that way. He hovered close, their gazes caught and heavy. “Would blood help?” He whispered and the boy swallowed hard. He rolled his lip between his teeth and nicked the skin against his small fangs before sucking hard on the wound until he felt his mouth fill.

Dominic watched as crimson filled the space between his lover's lips and he shook as one drop spilled over and down his chin. A soft desperate noise escaped him but then Col was spitting in his face and he almost broke. Warm copper scent hit his senses but he fought to keep himself in check. He couldn't hurt the man. He wouldn't. His nostrils flared as blood dripped down his skin but when he didn't move Colson moved closer and flicked his tongue between the boy's lips. The flavor made his instincts come alive but still he waited. It felt like a small death but he waited. “I won't ‘urt you.”

“You don't have to. Does it fucking help?” He demanded, his voice flat. After a moment Dom nodded and he grinned wide, splitting his lip even more. When he spoke more blood splattered on the Alpha's face and the boy nearly shattered from it. He wanted to lunge, he wanted to suck the life out of his fiancé but he kept himself in check. Barely. “What if I hurt you? Or myself? Just a little?” Col purred, licking a red stripe over Dom's cheek before he nibbled on his earlobe.

“D-don’t um- don't- don't know.” The Alpha almost said not to but he was too strung out already to deny. Kells had a magical ability to make it impossible for him to lie. He didn't know if it was the man himself, their love, or if the pussy was just that fucking good. All were possible, he was whipped as the other members of Col’s family liked to call him. He wasn't ashamed of it though, he gave his leash to his partner willingly.

Colson fought not to moan when the younger man bucked forward. It was the first sign of his control breaking and he loved to crumble him down. He wasn't sure if making his boy drop actually helped anything but he knew Dom wouldn't go completely, he was too worried about keeping them all safe. He hadn't even moved to touch him more than his lips and tongue but Dom was easy for him. It was a beautiful fucking thing. He could feel his own dick throbbing between them, grinding against his mate's. His slick dripped messily down his quaking thighs. He could control so much of his own body when he needed to dominate his partner but not his cunt. Never that. His hormones were running wild and he felt fire in his veins for the Alpha, in the back of his mind he wondered if he was close to heat.

The omega struck quickly, one hand pushing between their chests to wrap rough around the killer's throat. Dom's head hit the door and he felt him swallow. His pulse was thumping like a bunny under his skin. So often their roles were switched and he was able to feel like the predator hunting his prey. Jade flashed red and Dom's body reacted whether he meant for it to or not. Col could see the Alpha instincts taking their interaction as a threat. Maybe he was further gone into his urges than either of them thought or maybe they just trusted each other more since the boy's rut. Kells wasn't sure but he felt his fiancé go stiff and he watched the war in his eyes. Would they fight for control? Could he finally be getting what he'd craved for so long? “Bitch, don't even try me.” It was a promise for a battle and a beg to make it happen. He was needling the beast and he damn well knew it. He almost wanted to call it to come out like a good pet but he knew the best way was threat.

A smirk curled those plush blood dappled lips until Dom's fangs shined. He didn't know what was happening because he never fought his mate unless he was in rut but he could tell the other man was giving him permission to be what he was. An Alpha. A killer. A little bit of a monster. He wouldn't let it all out but his partner asked for a glimpse and he was just desperate enough to let it out. What he found funny was that they were battling for control but to let his urges to the surface he was giving up some of his. It was so hard won over so many years but to dominate his lover he had to let go. They were both giving up a little control it seemed. “I fink I will.”

With that growl Colson felt strong hands grope his ass and he was yanked up into the other man's arms. The move was so fast he couldn't fight it and he didn't want to. He started to wrap his legs around the boy's waist but he didn't have time. Dom tossed him across the room until his ass bounced on the bed. He was in the air for such a small fraction of time but it gave him butterflies. He was so tall he'd never had anyone treat him like he was weightless. It was heady as fuck and made him whimper.

The omega wanted to roll over and present but he wasn't ready to give in. Not yet. He watched Dom leap from the door to land in front of him and it was his turn to swallow hard. His gaze dropped to the killer's straining cock and the puddle of precum soaking the dark material of his briefs. A low graveled chuckle danced over his skin and he arched a brow. “Shouldn't you be naked?” He scoffed.

“Shouldn't you bloody well deserve it?” The Brit had never spoken like that to Colson before his rut but they were more comfortable sharing the dominant role.

Col’s golden eyes went wide and his lips parted in shock. He felt his body tremble but instead of talking back he reached for his partner’s hoodie and started working it up and off of him. He wasn't reprimanded for it but after dropping it to the floor and reaching for his underwear his hands were slapped away gently. “I need you- your dick. Fucking strip for me.” He couldn't be too honest so quickly and he had to fix it. It was also true but less emotional. Way less embarrassing.

Fingers tangled in Colson's hair and pulled his neck taut. He couldn't hold back a soft gasp but he stopped any other reaction in it's tracks. Chests pressed together as Dom’s tongue licked over his pulse. His adams apple. His sharp jaw. “You don't deserve it.” The killer growled before he tugged Kells away from him and pushed gently with his other hand. It wasn't hard but it made the older man stumble from his knees to fall back on his ass again. He didn't know what possessed him but his response was to set his nails against his mate's chest and cut him open to a spot just above his pebbled pink nipple. The noise Dom made was more animalistic than what he normally let free and for just a moment the omega thought he saw his own death in those crimson eyes. He trusted the other implicitly though, Dom would never hurt him. “Fine, if you gonna be a little brat I'll punish you like one.”

Whatever Colson expected it wasn't that his mate would crawl off the bed and walk away. He disappeared into their closet and the boss’s stomach flipped, his heart raced. He was so needy for his partner he could feel his slick soaking down to his knees and making the bed wet under him. A low whine left his lips as he chanced what would fix the situation and he turned around, his shaking hands reaching out to grip the headboard. He pushed his ass back and tried to make as sexy a picture as he could. He felt annoyingly vulnerable but as long as it got him laid he could handle it.

Dom found what he needed and walked out, his breath catching in his chest when he saw his lover. Col was the perfect example of a desperate omega and the sight of his legs spread and his pussy on display made him ache. He wouldn't stop though, he had a plan and he needed to teach his doll a lesson.

“Alpha I'm sorry. Please-” Whatever Colson was going to ask his voice broke off when he saw his fiancé. Dominic was sucking a vibrator between his lips, almost deep throating the fucking thing. Those eyes caught his and locked on and the bastard winked before he pulled it free. Slowly. Tortuously slowly. It wasn't a big one and he automatically knew where it was intended to be put. Dom only picked the smaller ones for one reason. His own sight tracked the drool pooling down the pink toy and both his ass and cunt clenched tight.

“Yeah I bet you sorry now. Too late. I'm gonna watch you squirt for me until you spent and I'm gonna play wiv me'self. If you're good I'll fuck you but if you ain't I'll finish wherever I want.” The boy's voice was harsh and demanding and it made the other man shiver. His hips bucked back unbidden and untouched, making his partner smirk again. “Such a needy pussy. Too bad, tha’ ain't where ‘is is going.” The omega already knew that but he still whimpered at the promise. He knew Dom was right, he'd gush from ass play just as much as he would from his cunt. If the Alpha could really hold himself back Col would be a mess by the time he finally felt his lover inside him. He didn't know if the need for torture was strong enough in the other man to keep his control but he was learning not to doubt his urges. With a glance outside he was thankful the sun wasn't up yet. He had a feeling they'd need the extra time.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 💕

Sorry for the naughty cliffhanger but I felt bad it had been so long and I wanted to get something out. These boys just can't get enough of each other, I wonder why. I may be slow to write for a while with everything happening here and I know you all understand but I hope you enjoy this! ✨❤️‍🔥🖤

[undertale-writing-times]

Marry me uf sans

- genie 🧞

Of course! Thank you for waiting so long to get your fic. I hope you like it :D

You've realized today that your partner, Red, had been acting strange. How? You weren't too sure, but you knew that he was acting weird. He wasn't paying as much time with you as he normally would, and he was much more jumpy. Sometimes he wouldn't even come to sleep with you in the bed!

If you asked him about it, he would tell you to stop bugging him about it. Nothing was going on, and then he would sometimes even leave. You two argued about it for a little until he does a short cut away. You even asked Edge! He said that he had no idea what his stupid brother was doing.

And…

You were worried.

What if he was like… I dunno, cheating on you? He wouldn't do that, would he? You two had been together for a long time! You even learned about soul bonding… well, when you asked him about it, he seemed to get kinda mad so-?

Was he unhappy in the relationship?

You paced in your room, biting your nails lost in thought a frown on your face. You loved Red, you trusted him, there had to be a reason for this! There had to be a reason for him acting like this, right?

It's been weighing on your mind, and you even thought about messaging him about it, but you were nervous to get him mad at you. You sigh, pulling your fingers through your hair, tugging on it lightly mumbling to yourself "Oh Y/n, what did you get yourself into?" You fall back onto the bed, covering your face with your hands.

When you fell back something tumbled out from under Red's pillow, hitting your head. You flinch a little, then open your eyes, and reach up to pick up what it was. You look at it, frowning slightly. Was that… a box? A ring box.

You open the box and perk up when you saw what was inside it. "Holy shit," you mumble. It was a really pretty nice ring. You study the ring for a second then put your hand over your mouth, your eyes widening.

It all made sense now… You grin and put the box back under his pillow, then hide your face into your pillow laughing. He was going to ask you to marry him! You were so happy that it was just this and he wasn't cheating. Oh god, your boyfriend was an idiot.

It had been a few days since that, Red came back and was still acting strange, but you didn't question him too much on it. It wasn't until he reached out to grab your sleeve when you went to do the dishes "Hey, uh let… let me do that for ya. I gotta tell ya a few things" you look over at him, tilting your head, but nod a little.

"Okay?" You respond, smiling a little.

He takes the dishes from you, going over to the kitchen and starts to do the dishes after tugging his sleeves up so they wouldn't get wet. "We've been together for a while, right? Yeah, ugh, fuck why am I askin' stupid questions" he mutters at himself, annoyed, before shaking his head. "And I guess I want you to know that I care about you and… whatever"

You laugh a little at his reaction and walk over, putting your arms around his waist nuzzling into his back. "Yeah, I know you do… I love you too Red" It was a little strange at first to hug and cuddle a skeleton, but you got used to it after a bit of time. You wanted to do it, what could you say?

He jolts at the touch, letting out a soft groan then huffs and leans back giving you a little nuzzle, "Ya mind reachin' into my pocket? Take out the thing in there"

You nod a little and reach around, feeling in his pocket then pull out the box. He looks down at it, then at you, and he looks away his cheeks flushed dark with bright red colored magic. You open the box and see the ring again.

He was now looking at you, waiting for you to respond. He looked embarrassed and nervous.

[mytheoristavenue]

wsg im back again , was wondering if i could request again ! i love yr work very very much — anyway , donnie x reader ( fem or gn ) dancing in the rain together ? :D thought it would be cutee thank thank u if ya do this <3

Sure thing, thanks for the ask! Also, sorry for the long wait!

TMNT 2012 Donatello x Reader - Will you marry me?

Summary: You, now bedridden with an awful cold, recall the events that lead to your illness- a ironically warm memory.

Warnings: Aged up Donnie and reader (early twenties), pure fluff.

You sniffled, eyes watery and nose stinging, before sneezing into the tissue you'd been clinging to for dear life. You're now fiancé gave you a sympathetic smile, bringing your a steaming mug, identifying it as a special brew of herbal tea that ought to shorten the length of your cold. You thank him and he turns and leaves you to rest, and you can't help but grin, recalling the night before last.

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"Donnie, where are we going?" you giggled, trailing behind your boyfriend, keeping in the shadows right behind him.

"You'll see," he answers, peaking around the corner of a brick building. "Up here." he directs, nodding to a fire escape ladder that lead to the roof top of some apartment building. You playfully rolled your eyes as his secretiveness but did as he desired, ascending the ladder.

The sight before you made you want to faint before even stepping up onto the rooftop. The plain was thoughtfully decorated with a old wooden crates, linens, lit lanterns, and even a telescope, radio, and picnic. "God, Donnie this is..." you instantly threw yourself into his arms as soon as you were sure he was far enough from the edge, trailing off as you couldn't find the words to express your awe.

He laughed nervously, guiding you over to a comfy pallet he'd fashioned from cushions and blankets beside the telescope, and motioned for you to sit. "There's supposed to be a really rare meteor shower tonight." he said softly, peering through the instrument. "I thought it'd make for a nice date."

"You were right." you confirmed, beaming. "Could we eat first? I'm famished." you giggled peering into the picnic basket. Inside was some take out from a local Italian hole in the wall, pasta and bread sticks from the look of it. Honestly, you were just proud he didn't order pizza.

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As you both shared a tin of penne, you blinked, looking up at the sky. "What?" he asked, following your gaze.

You thought for a moment before shrugging. "Thought I felt a drop of rain." you wondered aloud. You were about to return to your food before you felt it again, two fat drops hitting your scalp. Before either of you knew it, you were both trapped under a steady down pour of night rain.

"Oh, no!" Donnie groaned, frustrated by the crashing of his plans. "there wasn't any chance of rain tonight!" his shoulders slumped with disappointment. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I doubt we'll even be able to see the meteor shower now, it's too cloudy." He finally sighed, feeling defeated. "Let's just go home."

"Wait," you called with a small smile. "This is still some kind of shower, we can still enjoy it." you suggested, grabbing his hands and pulling him over to you, swaying to the gentle jazz music that the radio played. You hoped it was water resistant.

The pair of you began slow dancing under the rain, while staring deeply into one another's eyes. You beamed under his loving gaze before laying your head on just plastron, letting him guide your movements.

"Hey, honeybun?" he asked, voice cracking a bit more than he would've liked. You glanced up at him, innocence in every batted lash, looking directly into his soul, unknowingly of course. "Uhm, I had planned this to play out differently..." he began, seemingly forgetting his words as fast as they came to him. "I had intended to do this during the meteor shower but..." He broke away form you, leaving you puzzled as you watched him dig through the basket to retrieve something you couldn't see. When he came back to you, he cupped your cheek in his hand, taking a second to adore the way your hair clung to your face, soaked by now. With a deep breath, he lowered himself on one knee.

"Oh my gosh," you gasped, finally understand what's happening.

"(Y/N) (L/N), when you first fell into my life, I was in the midst of my first heartbreak, and it was you that convinced me that I was more than my worth to one person." he paused to take a shaky breath before looking back up at you, more determined that before. You, on the other had you reduced to tears. "Ever since then, you've always been by my side, my number one support, and I want to be there for you, the same way you have me....(Y/N), will you marry me?"

You instantly tackled him, causing him to panic a bit to make sure the ring was secure in his fist. "Yes, yes, a million times, yes!" you peppered his face with joyful kisses, tears streaming down your face as he laughed, holding your left hand and sliding the band onto your finger. You laid against him, fingers curved to the clouds, admiring your new ring. It was a simple one, made of a white metal with a piece of lilac glass in oval cut. It wasn't anything expensive, most likely hand made, but you loved it all the same.

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You carefully sipped your tea before setting it down, the shine of light refracting off your gemstone, catching your attention. You brought your hand closer to your gaze, smiling down at it lovingly. You may be sick now, but to you, a little runny nose is well worth spending the rest of your life with the one you love.

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Happy 7th anniversary with Takemaru

7th Anni HCs

Takemaru:

-The party was in full swing, and everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives. You look on at the faces of all your friends and enjoy how each one seemed lost in their own little world as time escaped all of you. You felt a hand rest itself on your shoulder all of a sudden and when you turn you see that it's simply Takemaru giving you the widest smile. "What're you doin' over here?" He asked. "The party's goin on over there!" You admitted you just needed some time to rest. Everything's been so much fun you'd hate to burn yourself out. The Oni laughed. "That's fair." You returned the question to him and wondered why he wasn't being social. "Ya got me there. Truth is I saw your cute face sitting all by yourself and thought you could use some company." You had to admit- that was pretty smooth of him. "I know, right?" He chuckled, completely shattering the cool guy persona he had on just a moment before. You smirked at him for breaking character so quickly before he got defensive, insisting that as an Oni he was always 'cool'. After working out all the laughs from one another you did end up thanking him for keeping you company. "Course, no need to thank me for that. I'm always gonna stick with ya. You know that, right?" Of course. He's been with you this long…

-"Not just now, I wanna… ya know…?" His tone shifted from his usual laid back and casual vibe to a much more sentimental feeling. This was causing him to grow a bit tongue tied and stutter his words. "We could… d-do this sorta stuff all the time, Y-Yeah?" Did he mean the party, or… "Yes- wait, nonono!" His flustered fit was hopelessly pathetic, but it would be a lie if you said that it didn't captivate you. The Oni lets out a strangled noise that could hardly be called a word. You told him you liked him as he was and this seemed to calm him down enough to form coherent sentences again. “You… mean it?” Well, of course. Not a day has gone by where you haven’t gotten tired of him, and you don’t plan on that happening for the years to come.

- “Good then. I… like being around you too.” He admitted bashfully. “I hope we can be together for many years to come.” You wanted that to. The two of you share a toast before rejoining the party- hand in hand.

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would you be able to do elvis at the movies with a guy and notices one of them is turned on and does something about it?

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Elvis x M!Reader

Elvis and you had been good friends for a long time to the point that you both basically knew everything about one another and spent almost everyday together. He'd be lying to himself he if didn't admit that he began to think about you in sexual ways, he didn't know what was going on but he was discovering that he may be attracted to men, a secret he was harboring but still completely unsure. He was afraid to tell even you but he knew if he did that you wouldn't judge him or make him feel any different. But even still he was scared to say anything and he was honestly just confused more than anything. He liked girls, but guys were not beginning to turn him on and making him feel things he never really felt with a girl. Especially when he had his first encounter with another guy that went as far as him giving the guy a blowjob and then he chickened out right before he made him cum. He had another encounter and that went a bit better, but he couldn’t bring himself to go all the way with him. His head was a mess, so when you called him asking if he wanted to see a movie he jumped at the chance just to do anything to get out of his own head.

Elvis took the liberty of getting the Memphian Theater shut down for the night so the two of you could enjoy the movie in peace without any screaming fans or anyone recognizing him. The two of you met up around 7:00pm at the theater and you were surprised to see Elvis already standing outside and he smiled widely when he saw you. "Hey man, I hope I'm not late." you chuckled. "Not at all, Y/N. I just needed to get out of the house. So I figured I'd just wait for you." he smiled as he gestured for you to follow him as he already had bought the tickets. "Did ya want any snacks or anything?" Elvis asked. "Nah, I already ate home." you said softly. He nodded as the two of you walked to where your movie was showing and then finding some seats and you both plopped down beside each other. "You doin' okay, Elvis? You've been a bit weird lately." you asked. "Oh.. Y-Yeah, I'm fine.. I've just had a lot of things on my mind with uh.. work." he lied, biting at the inside of his cheek. "Oh, alright. Well, y'know I'm always here if you need anything or need to talk." you said with a nod. "Thanks.." he mumbled.

The two of you turning to watch the movie as it began to start and you squirmed a bit in your seat the pants you were wearing were rather tight on you and were rubbing you in the most uncomfortable way that it unexpected gave you a hard on and you swallowed harshly as you noticed the tent you pitched in your pants, hoping Elvis wouldn't notice. You tried your best to hide it but it was becoming more and more notice. Elvis couldn't help but look over because you kept making noise and squirming and when he glanced down at what you were doing he noticed the hard on in your pants and he quickly looked away his face turning read but his eyes linger back down at the arousing sight, licking over his lips a bit. You looked up to see Elvis staring at your hard on and he seemed visibly turned on as he licked his lips and now you were both looking at each other and he nervously looked away, blushing hard. "I-I-I wasn't looking in the way you t-think I may have been... I'm not-" but you quickly stopped him, placing a hand over his shaky hand, squeezing it gently. "It's okay, Elvis..." you whispered.

He looked back up at you with his brow furrowed. "I-It is?" he mumbled. "Mhm.. I've had a feeling, but I wasn't sure and I didn't want to bring it up.." you said softly. His eyes widen at your words. "Are you... I mean.. D-Do you like guys too?" he whispered. You smiled at how cute he was being as always. "Yes Elvis, I do.. You particularly." you mumbled shyly. He tried to hide his blush as he stuttered over words some more. "I-I feel the same about you.." he confessed. You smiled and now the two of you couldn't stop smiling at one another feeling so safe to be able to confess to one another what you've been hiding this whole time. Elvis' eyes lingered back down at the hard on in your pants that was beginning to get uncomfortable for you as it throbbed in your pants, begging to be released. He bit down on his bottom lip, looking back up at you. "I can do somethin' about that if ya want.." he mumbled. You nodded slowly at his words, even though you were the only ones in the dark theater you still felt the need to make sure you were completely alone as Elvis got down on his knees in front of you and moving between your legs.

His hands running up your legs slowly and reaching for your belt as he unbuckled it and undid the button on your pants and you helped him tug your pants down just enough to free your throbbing cock from its confines. He smirked up at you as his eyes fixated on your aching member that was still cover by your underwear and he ran his hand right up against it and smiling to himself feeling how hard your cock was and a soft groan escaped you as he teased your cock. He grabbed your underwear needing to see your cock and he tugged them down and his widen with delight as your cock sprang right out. You bit down on your bottom lip, your hands gripping onto the arms of your seat as you watched Elvis take your cock into his hand and pressed his lips against your swollen wet tip, your precum getting his lips glossy as he gathered enough saliva in his mouth and spit onto your cock and using his hand to stroke it all in getting your cock nice and wet for him.

You groaned softly. "Fuck.. Elvis.. H-How do you know how to do this?" you asked a soft chuckle escaping between your groans. He grinned pressing a kiss to your cock. "I may have done this once before.." he mumbled as he continued to pump your cock in his hand as his tongue swirled around your tip giving it another kiss before he parted his lips and slide your cock slowly into his mouth and sucking just around your aching tip and your head tilted back as you let out a moan and now moving your hands to rest on his head, tugging at his hair a bit. "Shit.. Your mouth feels so good.." you groaned. The sounds of Elvis sucking around the head of your cock growing louder as his spit gather around his mouth and then he slowly took your further in his mouth a soft gag leaving his mouth around you, resting his hands on your thighs and you took the reins and decided to pump his head on your cock as you moaned loudly, the feeling of his mouth around you driving you wild. Elvis gagged around your cock as you hit the back of his throat and a soft moan escaped him, his saliva pooling from his mouth onto your cock and dripping onto the theater floor.

"Goddamn, Elvis.. Such a good little cocksucker you are.." you said with a wide grin and forcing him to take every inch of your cock until it completely disappeared and your balls slapped against his chin, he gagged and choked on your cock as he swallowed it down and making a mess on your cock and the floor with all his spit that poured out of him, your eyes rolling shut as you cried out another moan. His hands gripping tight onto your thighs as his beautiful blue eyes began to water with tears that slowly streamed down his face and you clutched onto his hair, yanking him off and pulling your cock out of his mouth, strings of saliva dripping down your cock as his face was a mess with it and he took a deep breath when you finally let him get some air, couching softly. "A-Again.." he whispered, he was enjoying this way more than he had the first few times he'd done it. You raised an eyebrow at him, laughing softly. "Come here.. I'll cum down your pretty throat.." you grinned.

He happily opened his mouth once again for you and you grabbed a hold of his head again and forced your cock right back down his throat, fucking his mouth slowly and hearing his cute gags and moans. "Oh fuck.." you grunted feeling yourself on the verge of climaxing thrusting your hips against his face, you balls slapping against his chin, your body went numb as you trembled above him and letting out the loudest moan as you drained your balls down his throat with your thick warm cum and forcing him to swallow it all before you yanked him off of you. He was trembling a bit himself as he gasped and tried to catch his breath as he swallowed the remaining of your cum that leaked on his tongue. "Good lord..." you mumbled, feeling so relived. Elvis smiled a soft laugh escaping him as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and standing back up to sit in his seat again. You pulled your pants back up and leaned over to kiss him and you could feel him smiling against your lips as he kissed you back deeply, cupping your face in his hands. Then quickly pulling back from one another when one of the ushers walked in and two of you nervous as ever, thinking you had been caught, but still secretly holding onto each other's hands. Elvis knew if this was going to continue between the two of you, something he was hoping, that it would have to be somewhere more private so you wouldn't be caught.

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Harley D. Dixon 21

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Another quick under 3,000 word update for you guys :) Enjoy!

When it's quiet, Carl and I go visit Sophia's grave together.

Under the low-hanging oak tree is a whole long line of graves, many more than the last time I stood here, all marked with their own wonky, homemade cross. Rings, necklaces, hand-written notes and little trinkets hang from each one, swaying gently in the afternoon breeze. I wonder which belongs to the one I killed the other night, which mound of dirt and death I'm responsible for. I wonder if they know I'm sorry.

I don't have to wonder which is Sophia's. I know already. It's the one with the Cherokee roses laying on it.

I step forward and carefully place Matilda against the white petals, making sure her yarn-hair is neat and her dress is as it should be, while Carl lays the Pokémon folder down next to it. When I promised Carol I'd return the doll to her someday, I never imagined it would be like this.

As we step back, I grab Carl's hand and tell the small grave, "Wherever you are, I hope you get to play again."

Thoughts and prayers, I think they say. I don't think they ever done any good to nobody. If God was listening to silly things like thoughts and prayers, this tree would be someplace we could play together, and not the graveyard it's turned into. Those roses would've worked. But it's like Shane said. Sophia was weak. Just 'cause it don't sound nice, don't mean it ain't true. She was weak, and she paid the price for it. I wish I could do more than just stand here and miss her, but maybe I can also learn from what she couldn't, be stronger, live what she didn't get to.

I ain't never seen much purpose in death, but maybe that's it. Maybe like scars, all they do is make us stronger.

"We'll miss you, Sophia." Carl utters, squeezing my fingers. "I'm sorry we couldn't find you."

When he starts sniffling, I feel even emptier than I already do. I should cry with him, but I can't. I don't know why. I've always been a bit of a crier. It was one of the things Merle hated most about me. If you're gonna be angry, be angry, but don't start cryin' too while yer at it. He used to need to shout at me and shake me by the shoulders to get me to dry up, but now I've dried up all on my own.

"She'd dead, Carl." I mumble, turning away. "Ain't no tears ever saved nobody."

When we make it back up to the gate where Dad's waiting for us, he doesn't mention my scowl. He kisses my hair and leads us up the path. When we get there, Carl drags me to the spot behind his family's tent, 'cause apparently he wants to show me something.

"You gotta promise not to tell." He warns as he pulls a gun from underneath a rock. "I stole it this morning from Dad."

My eyes go wide. I was not expecting a gun. Carl's more the type of person to steal a cookie before dessert, not guns.

I quickly duck down, glancing around to make sure none of the adults saw. "What the Hell, Carl?"

"You remember Shane was gonna take us for shooting lessons, right? Well, that's not happening anymore. We gotta do it ourselves."

"Are you serious? Your parents are gonna kill ya if they find out, you moron."

"Duh. That's why I'm not gonna tell 'em."

"Adults like to know where kids are." I scold him harshly. "You wanna end up like Sophia?"

"No," He says firmly. "I wanna end up like you. You know all about surviving. You know plants, and birds, and animals. I know nothing."

He's right, I suppose. He doesn't really know anything. He didn't grow up around hunters, didn't live by the woods, didn't get compasses and boots and BB guns for his birthdays. I bet he's never even killed before, neither. Not even a rat in the rafters. Just like Sophia, he knows nothing.

I would like to teach Carl what I know, but I've never done somethin' like this. Unsure, I grumble, "I don't like gettin' in trouble."

"It's fine. We'll be quick." He assures me. "And if we get caught, I'll just say the whole thing was my idea."

I pin him with a look. "It was your idea."

"Exactly. Besides, you got lost in the woods for two whole days and you were fine. I'll be in good hands. So you coming, or what?"

I sigh. "You're gonna go no matter what I say, ain't ya?"

"Mm-hmm."

I roll my eyes. Finally, someone as stubborn as I am. That settles it, then.

"Fine." I say. "I'll come."

He pumps his fist excitedly. "Yes!"

"But lemme grab somethin' first before we leave."

He tucks the gun into his pants line and follows after me as I make my way to mine and Dad's camp. When I stop in front of the motorcycle parked in the shade, he asks what I'm doing, but I wordlessly flip the saddlebag open and pull out a shiny, mean-lookin' Bowie knife.

He blanches at the sight of it as I strap the sheath to my belt loop. "That's the biggest knife I've ever seen."

"Used to be my Uncle Merle's." I say absentmindedly, before nodding him toward the treeline. "Let's go."

"For the record," Carl hums as we walk along the marshy creek, "I think the missing ear makes you look super badass."

I give him a light shove, making him stumble and giggle. "Keep talkin', and you'll be missin' yours in a minute."

"What? You don't think you look badass?"

"Not really."

"Well, I say you do. And I'm always right."

"No, you ain't. Hey, look. Mushrooms."

We skip across a toppled log laying in the water and leap onto the other side, approaching a cluster of brown mushrooms sprouting from the base of a fat tree. Morels, made obvious by their wrinkly, honey-comb caps. I pull him down with me and start plucking some.

"These are Morels." I explain, handing him a stubby, dark-colored stalk. "Here. You can eat 'em."

He takes it from me like it's a bomb. "Are you sure? How can you tell?"

I snap another off. "'Cause they're ugly and they smell like bread."

He grins in amazement as I pop it in my mouth without hesitation. Encouraged to do the same, he takes a little nibble of his.

I watch his eyes go wide. As expected, he seems to like it. "Tastes like nuts."

"The darker the cap, the more flavor ya get. Not that you'd be worryin' too much about that when you're dyin' in the woods, I guess."

"Still a cool fact, though." He takes my hand and stands up. "Let's go find some more stuff."

Happy to keep exploring, we wonder from tree to tree, bush to bush, rock to rock. I teach him which berries will make you froth at the mouth and die and which ones will taste like sour candies, how to tell poison oak from regular leaves, which mark on the ground means what.

I even teach him to make a whistle from a mottled wax-leaf, which he seems to find very fun.

He blows through it for a hundredth time, making the ringing in my ears turn piercingly loud.

"Quit that noise, dumbass." I complain, reaching to snatch it from him.

He comes to a sudden halt, leaf falling from his lips.

"What is it?" Frowning, I turn to what he's looking at.

There's a walker stood on the bank opposite us, its foot caught under the thick, gummy mud. It keeps trying to break free, but it's skinny as a twig and useless as a newborn deer, so it ain't gettin' outta there any time soon, which is good for us but bad for him, I guess.

Watching it flail around, Carl wonders, "Should we shoot it?"

It'd make an easy target, but I got no interest in killin' that thing. Might be the one that bit Sophia. It deserves to suffer.

"Nah." I sourly disagree, turning away. "Let's just leave it there. We can go shoot somethin' else."

He gives it one last glance before falling into step with me. "Okay. Like what?"

"Somethin' that's useful. Rabbit, maybe."

"Ooh, you can teach me to skin it. You ever done that before?"

Have I ever killed and skinned a rabbit?

Pssh. "That's funny, Carl."

He giggles at that.

We return to the farm about an hour later with a dead hare. I offered to carry it, but Carl says he likes having it slung over his shoulder 'cause it makes him feel like a strong caveman, whatever that means. I tracked it and taught him to shoot the thing, but I guess it was him that shot it dead so technically, it's his kill. His first ever kill. He didn't get squeamish or nothin', not even when I flayed its skin off with the knife.

"That was awesome," He exclaims, not caring that there's blood all over his shirt. "Where'd you even learn to shoot?"

Tall grass and laughter come to mind, but as we approach the gate, I settle on shrugging, "Doesn't matter."

"Well, I can't believe an eight-year-old got to learn to shoot before I did."

I unlatch it and open it for him, joking, "Maybe it's 'cause I'm better behaved."

"You know what," He lilts as he steps past, "You're probably right."

I lock it closed and follow him along the path back to camp, feeling more and more grateful that I'm behind him and can hide a little when I realize we weren't as sneaky as we thought we were, as Rick, Lori, Dad, and Dale jump out their seats at the sight of us approaching.

My stomach does a weird little flip at the angry look on Dad's face. I have to remind myself things are different now.

"Where were you?" Lori screeches, running to crouch in front of us. "You silly boy, where were you?"

"We just went out for a bit, Mom. We're fine." He seems to think showing her the hare won't make things ten times worse. "Look!"

Before she can lose her mind again, Dad snatches it off him. "What the Hell were y'all thinkin'?"

"I'm sorry, Dad." I tell him. "I just—"

"You disobeyed me, is what you did." He scolds. "'Stay where I can see ya.' Ain't that what I always say?"

"It's what we say, too." Rick frowns. "You know it's dangerous out there. There's a reason we have rules."

"And there's a reason we keep the gun bag away from children." Dale raises a brow. "We know there's a pistol missing, son."

Lori holds out her hand. He makes a big deal out of pulling the gun out and handing it over. 

"You too, Harley. Where'd you get that knife?"

"It's Merle's." Dad gruffly answers for me. He doesn't take it, but I can tell he's disappointed. Feels so wrong not gettin' belted for this.

"Guys, she didn't even wanna come at first." Carl says. "It was my idea. I asked her to. I thought it would be safer with the both of us."

"So, what you're saying is you not only stole from us and snuck out without permission," Chides Rick, "But you put Harley in danger, too."

"I— I didn't think I was."

"As the older child, you should've known better. You need to look out for her, Carl. This isn't a joke."

Dad scoffs, "Nah, she's more'un capable of followin' orders on her own. She knows not to sneak out."

"Tell you what, we can go shootin' sometime soon if that's somethin' you feel you wanna do, but you cannot do this again."

Lori adds, "Ever."

"Is that clear?"

I nod straight away, but Carl takes a little longer before he gives in. "Do we at least get to eat the rabbit?"

"If you promise you won't try gettin' another one for tomorrow's dinner."

He sighs moodily. "Fine. Okay."

"Glad we're finally on the same page."

As Lori leads Carl away to get him changed into a shirt that's not so blood-soaked, he throws me an apologetic look over his shoulder. He didn't mean for us to get in trouble. Rick leaves to replace the gun, Dale resumes watch duty, and Dad drags me back to our camp without another word. I don't bother saying sorry again. I know he don't appreciate being told the same thing twice, so I keep my mouth shut.

I half expect him to lay me over his knee the second we make it back, but all he does is sit me down on the stump.

"You sit here for however long I feel's right, and you think about how you done wrong."

As he walks off to start preparing the rabbit, I take great effort in keeping my jaw from dropping.

Time-out. I ain't ever been in time-out before. Usually, I just get whipped and that's it, but things really are different now.

I accept my punishment without complaint, watching him gut the hare and slice it into small strips, laying them out on the rocks around the crackling fire. I wonder if he's letting me keep the knife because I did a good job skinning. I hope so. He taught me how, after all.

Once the meat's cooked, which takes about ten short minutes, he beckons me off the stump with a nod of his head.

"Come get some food, chicken."

I hop off and approach him unconfidently, taking the mug of browned meat that he offers me.

"Carl was smart takin' you with him." He says. "Would'a fucked that poor animal up, otherwise."

I find myself trying not to smile. I think I like time-out.

"Are you still angry with me?"

"I don't like what you did, Harley. You went and did somethin' behind my back." I understand that. It wasn't right. "But you wanna start doin' some things on yer own, I'm more'un happy to let you, baby, you know that. Simple things, like havin' yer own knife. I'll allow that."

I perk up a little. "I can keep Merle's knife?"

"Yeah. A gun, though, we'll have to work up to. You got plenty people around here ready to protect you with guns, already. But it's important to know how to shoot one, anyway, so when Rick takes Carl, he can take you, too. Certified instructor, and all that."

That's more than fair. "Alright. Thank you, Dad."

"I'll show you how to use that thing properly later, but for now," He hands me another hot mug, "Go shut Carl up with some'a this."

I carry both mugs back to main camp and find Rick and Carl sitting together at the picnic table, having what looks like the serious conversation me and Dad just got done having. When they notice me, Rick finishes off what he was saying and scoots over so I can sit next to him.

"Dad cooked the hare." I tell him, passing it across the table. He takes it with an owlish look. "Might still be hot."

"I don't think you've ever eaten hare before, have you, buddy?"

"No. Had skunk, though." He pops a piece in his mouth. "Mm. That's pretty good."

"Now you got a taste of what you wanted, I expect you to reel it in a bit. Protection's important, but not if it ends up killing you."

"Rick, My Dad said I can come shooting with you and Carl, if that's okay."

"'Course, honey. I think I'm gonna ask some of the others if they wanna come, too. Start today, if you want."

Me and Carl share an excited glance. "Yes, please."

"Alright, then. Finish up that food and we'll see about leavin' soon."

Author's Note.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, everyone 💙

Some more intense things coming up in the next one.