#like please victoria don't hurt my baby

[adamsrcnan]

Kell forced himself back up to his hands and knees. A drop of red hit the ground. Blood was dripping from his nose, his body pleading with him to stop. Instead, he wiped his hand across his face and pressed his stained palm to the damp floor.

“As Steno,” he said, bracing for what happened next. A sheen of ice spread beneath his hand, coating the wooden planks, and Kell felt a bright, brief flare of relief as the blood magic worked. And then his vision dropped away, and his world went black as the white-hot horror carved beneath his skin.

He fought the urge to scream, and failed, the sound tearing free as he collapsed, his burning cheek against the icy patch of floor, and sobbed in pain, and anger, and grief.

Who was he without magic?

What was he worth?

His sight flickered back, but the room was spinning now, and he squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to force air back into his aching lungs. He was still lying there when he heard the door open, boots stomping across the wooden floor. The world darkened behind his eyes as a shadow fell across his face.

“Enough,” said Lila, and he could hear the anger in her voice, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop, not until the magic spoke to him again. Not until it remembered who and what he was. Not until he was strong enough to take it back.

“You’re scaring the crew.”

“My apologies,” he murmured.

If Lila were someone else, she might have stroked his hair, might have even laid down there beside him on the cabin floor, tangled her fingers with his, and told him it would be all right, they would get through this, they would find a way, he would be whole again.

Instead, she took out a knife.

He heard the scrape of the weapon sliding free from its sheath, and a moment later, the steel dropped to the floor beside him, the edge within reach. The message seemed rather clear.

“If I could put myself out of my misery, I would,” he muttered, and in that moment, it felt true. But Lila only hissed through her teeth.

“Idiot,” she said, dropping into a nearby chair. “Do you know what else you are, Kell?”

“Tired?”

“Spoiled. And lazy.”

“I’m already down,” he said with a wince. “You don’t have to kick me.”

Lila sighed and leaned back in her chair. “There was a sell sword, back in London.”

She never called it Grey London, but he knew that’s what she meant. Her voice took on a different quality, whenever she spoke of her other life, the one before.

Kell took a questing breath. The pain had faded, leaving exhaustion in its wake. He tried to sit up, but couldn’t manage yet, so he summoned the strength to roll onto his back. And looked at the ceiling instead of her.

“What was his name?”

- Threads of Power teaser, The Visible Life of V. E. Schwab

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(SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP. MY BABY KELL!! THIS HURTS SOOOOO MUCH TO READ OH MY GOD HE BETTER BE OKAY)

[hischokehold]

tw: könig being the biggest pervert ever, watersports, anal, non-con.

Perv!König commiting the most atrocious, disgusting acts to you, his precious girl, knowing you'd let him get away with it♡

Perv!König who coerces you into bending over his desk, tight baby cunt sprawled out for him while he films you, telling you that it's normal for little girls like you to let their boyfriends inspect their privates "It's my right as a man, maus. Don't you trust me?"

Perv!König who only lets you wear skirts and dresses for easy access, slipping his thick, heavy cock in one of your tight holes whenever he so pleases.

Perv!König who gets hard over anything and everything that involves you, rubbing his clothed dick against your cunt like a dog in heat because he saw you sucking on a lollipop. And you don't get to complain, liebling. It's your fault for being such a tease! He can't help it! What's a man like him supposed to do when a pretty girl like you is practically begging to get fucked? You should be thanking him.

Perv!König who one day randomly drags you to the bathroom, yanking you down the toilet, and making you hold his flaccid cock as he pisses, angry red tip twitching as his urine dribbled down the bowl.

Perv!König who gently slaps your flushed cheeks with his dick. "Open wide, darling." His calloused thumb brushes over your cheeks, dragging over your plump lips to part them open. "What's wrong, maus? Don't wanna taste daddy's piss?" He chuckles as he squeezes out the remaining urine from his cock and inside your warm, wet mouth.

Perv!König who absolutely adores the utter confusion on your face, torn between disgust and pleasure. "Good girl. Takin' daddy's cock so well."

Perv!König who uses you as his personal little toilet, taking it upon himself to piss in all your holes, randomly yanking your panties to the side to piss in your cunny- don't think that tiny puckered hole is safe from him either. But you're just too tight for him at the moment maus, he's working on it.

Perv!König who comes home after a long, grueling day, body sheathed with sweat and musk. Then impatiently unbuckles his belt with his calloused hand, letting his big, heavy, musky cock fling free from their confines.

Perv!König who forcibly shoves your nose deep in his heavy balls, nostrils pressed against his pubes, keeping you trapped and smothered with his scent.

Perv!König who ruts his balls against your pretty face, "Oh fuck, takin' me so well, angel -fuck, didn't take you for a fuckin' ballslut." Deep, guttural grunts escape from his parted lips, head thrown back in pleasure.

Perv!König who forces his cock into yourunprepared holes, bouncing you on his dick like a fleshlight, ravaging your poor, tiny body.

Perv!König who can't help but utter words of assurance as he fills your fertile womb with his potent cum. "Love you so much, sweetheart. Did so well for me. Daddy's give you a reward for being so good, yeah?"

Perv!König who despite his vile acts is so so so irrevocably in love with you and gives you the best aftercare; preparing a bubble bath for you, washing your body and hair so tenderly, giving your dazed form little kisses to keep you from falling asleep in the tub. "Does it hurt anywhere?" You shake your head. "Nuh uh."- "Good."

Perv!König who spends the rest of the night making it up to you, drying your hair off and even putting you in his your favorite bunny pyjamas. "I love you, Kö." Shit. Your words make his heart skip a beat and he feels his dick harden in his boxers again. But he holds off, too focused on taking care of you.

Perv!König who takes you out shopping to do all your girly shit the entire day, going to your favorite brands; getting you a purse from prada, some dresses from Miu Miu, and of course, Victoria's Secret. A treat for both you and him. You do a little fashion show for him, twirling around all pretty. Which ended up getting you dicked down in the changing room, tits pressed up against the mirror while he covers your mouth with his big, veiny hands.

Perv!König whose face contorted to a pout when you scolded him for fucking you like that in public and nearly getting caught by the staff. It's okay! Even if you got caught he would've paid them to keep their mouths shut!

Perv!König who sighs happily when his darling clings to his arms, tired from the long day. He shifts the shopping bags to his left hand to hold yours, bending down to giving you a kiss on the forehead. "I love you, sweetheart."

[r0-boat]

Please give von lycaon x pregnant reader I really want to see this wolf gentleman absolutely spoiling reader non stop as I’m totally seeing his tail wags as he gently caress reader stomach as I’m totally seeing him growling and very protective over reader too headcanons please gosh I wish he was my butler so bad

Oh my God I love this!

Von Lycaon as the father of your kids

Von lycaon x pregnant!gnreader (+more)

Cw: pregnancy, children, one moment of labor (Don't worry it's not in-depth or anything)

He tries to control himself so he is not growling or gnashing his teeth at people like some street hound. But That doesn't mean he doesn't get super tense when someone as much as brushes against you. He did grow once when a not-so friendly person tried to hurt you, He did not feel bad when he kicked the shit out of them.

Most of the time he's genuinely protecting you against yourself. Most of the time, it is just mundane things. Picking up Sharp objects, even knives in the kitchen, or getting on ladders when he warns you that you could fall, if you are a hollow raider, That is simply out of the question, He will not even let you consider going near hollows. He reminds you multiple times that he will gladly do anything for you so you don't have to lift a finger for nine months, though you still try to do stuff on your own, much to his dislike.

A part of him wants to be home taking care of you, holding you close, cuddling up to you, feeling this pops in your stomach after he brewed you a nice cup of tea and feeding you a plate of whatever concoction you are craving this time. Another part of him screams at him to provide, Go and work extra hard, bring back money and food, and provide for pregnant mate.

When he is home, he does not leave your side; He is practically attached to your hip, following you at a very short distance; he is your shadow. When you try to do anything, he takes over immediately. And I mean anything. You're trying to wash dishes? "Here, dear, let me take over. You try to reach for something on the top shelf? "Let me get that for you, love." Trying to get your shoes on, "Ah, here, sweetheart, sit down And give me your foot." It gets worse with each month.

As soon as Lycaon comes home, he instantly rushes to your side, a hand lovingly around you, another hand on your stomach, asking you how your day went.

About 7 to 9 months in, he'll start talking to the baby in your tummy; someone probably told him that the fetus can hear sounds, or it's beneficial. So he thought he could have His child get used to him. It's cute watching him nervously form his words, as his tail wags. He will literally introduce himself very formally as head Butler of Victoria housekeeping and father, and then Tell them how much He loves them and wants them to be strong and healthy and can't wait to meet them, can't wait to hold them.

Baby showers, and gender reveals. Perfectly planned events lovingly hosted by Victoria Housekeeping. Nice and formal for their aesthetic yet still casual for their friends.

In the delivery room, Lycaon keeps his cool. He knows that no matter how much he's afraid, It is important to stay calm because he wants you to know that everything's okay. After everything, he admits that it was the scariest moment of his life.

Lycaon holding his child for the first time in his arms, he relaxes it's as almost as if the world stops, and it's only the three of you. He's holding his baby. They are smiling at him, and you are smiling, and he is too tired and weary.

Lycaon takes his role as a father extremely seriously, As seriously as his butler duties at Victoria housekeeping. It was a hard decision to go on parental leave for a while, but he knew everyone was in good hands. You and his baby need him. He was not going to let you do anything after giving birth. As long as he is here, he swears That you'll never be woken up by your child's cries, that you won't have to worry about a dirty diaper as long as he's around, and for until you recover all you need to worry about is resting. He tries to hold on to the burdens as much as possible, but when he sees you have your child, feed it, or play with it, his heart swells with so much love.

Lycaon, I see as a very loving and sometimes strict father; he is a stickler when it comes to rules. But but he doesn't mind bending them when the situation calls for it. He loves schedules, But he knows that children don't always stick to the schedules; sometimes, his head butler role bleeds into his fatherly one. He wants his children to grow up knowing that they could do an achieve anything They set their mind too. And he wants his children to know that they are smart and talented at anything they try to achieve,and no matter what there is always room for growth.

After birth, you are still the apple of his eye, probably even more so. With his baby in his arms, He holds you close and kisses you, nuzzles against your face, and asks you if there's anything you need. Every now and then, he comes into the room to check up on you wherever you are, whatever he's doing. He has you on his mind 24/7.

Before this, He always thought he wanted one kid; now, he might consider another one. But he knows that as the person who gives birth, your opinion matters more than his.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Bake Sale High

First Lady of Private Garden Blurb

Jack is 18 and First Lady is 17

Synopsis: Urban gives you the wrong brownies 🤭

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

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Your mouth was watering at the sight of Urban's brownies that he had made with the help of his dad for the soccer team's bake sale  to raise money in order for them to get new uniforms. Eating breakfast before you left the house was never possible since you always woke up so late and Jack would have to damn near pull you out of the bed when he came to get you.

As you reached your hand out to open one of the containers, Urban quickly snatched it away from you making you pout.

“Urby! I'm hungry! Give me one! JACK! Make him give me one!”

“Urb! Give it to her!”

“I will, but not that one!”

“What, why?” Jack asked as he looked at him before holding the  other container of brownies up and inspecting them.

“They have a special ingredient.” He told the both of you as he made a poor excuse of a wink as you and Jack stared at him before looking at each other.

“If that was you winking at us, never do that again.” Jack told him and Urban immediately rolled his eyes.

“They have weed in them.” Urban said as he tried to whisper it and failed miserably.

“And you can't whisper.” You added as Urban let out a huff and opened the other container and handed you and Jack one brownie each.

“That'll be a dollar and fifty cents for both of you.”

“Not for your best friends it won't be. As much as you steal my food.” You said as you broke off a small piece and threw it into your mouth.

“I do not!”

“Urby please stop talking because you do.”

“Jack, you gonna let your girl lie on me like that?” Urban asked.

Jack was so focused on the brownie and he just shrugged before responding to him.

“So she can beat both of our asses? Nope, you on your own.”

“Seriously!?”

All three of you were sitting near the bleachers waiting for the first bell to ring when you started to feel weird. Jack noticed that something was off too and quickly made a point to ask if you were okay.

“Babe? You feel alright?” He asked as he turned to you, however seeing how your eyes looked startled him.

“Um, no not really. I feel heavy and my mind is cloudy.”

“Uh, Urb…. Look at her eyes.” Jack instructed Urban. Once he turned around to look at both of you he simply muttered.

“Oh fuck.”

“URBAN! YOU SAID THE OTHER ONES HAD WEED IN THEM! LOOK AT HER! SHE'S HIGH AS A KITE!”

“IT'S JUST A SMALL AMOUNT!”

“URB! She probably can't take it! She's a lot smaller than I am! She's never been high before!”

“Yeah, I didn't really think this one through. I must have mixed up the containers or they are both literally mixed throughout both of them.” He said as he held both of them up and inspected them.

“OBVIOUSLY!”

“Smush, I have a quiz first period. How am I supposed to take it!?” You asked since you were now freaking out. You had never gotten high before and for this to be the first time, you were terrified.

“Okay, baby calm down. It'll wear off. It'll be fine.” Jack told you as he was trying to talk you off a cliff.

“It's not going to wear off before first period! Babe, my arms don't work! They're so heavy! And why am I so hungry?” You whined as you laid your head on his shoulder while Jack just glared at Urban.

“My bad.” He quietly said as Jack just shook his head.

Jack immediately slid your phone from your pocket to send a text to hot chips and bad decisions.

Y/N- it's Jack and I need a favor

Jess- Not the white boy texting us

Blanca- If you hurt Y/N, I will let Panchito loose

Victoria- Will you two let the man explain!?

Y/N- Thank you, Victoria. Y/N just ate a weed brownie because Urban's dumbass mixed up the containers. Any of you have eye drops?

Blanca- WHAAAAT

Victoria- We literally just got to school. How the hell has she had time to get high already?

Y/N- VICTORIA FOCUS 

Jess- Lmaooooooo and we have a quiz first period 

Y/N- Jess! This isn't funny!

Jess- Oh admit it, Jack. It's a little funny.

Y/N- We're outside by the bleachers

Ten minutes passed before all three of them made their way to the bleachers to see you out of it as you were now laying in Jack’s lap.

They simply looked at Urban who held up his hands in defense.

“Wait, how are both of you not high? Didn't you both eat brownies?” Jess asked before busting out laughing.

“I'm guessing that the batches are mixed sooo I definitely can't sell those not knowing which is which.” Urban explained as Victoria took out her eye drops and held your eyes open to drop them in.

“Somebody literally has to keep an eye on her the entire day.” Jack said as they all turned to look at you to see that you were digging through your backpack and pulled out a lollipop that you quickly stuck in your mouth.

“Not us being put on babysitting duty.” Urb muttered and Jack let out a scoff.

“You were the dumbass who gave it to her!”

“But Lil Bit, on a real note, they were good weren’t they?”

“NOT NOW URB! I'M TRYING NOT TO DIE!” You exclaimed as you tried to stand up and wobbled a little to the left. Luckily, Jack caught you. 

“Damn, Urban. How much did you put in those brownies!?” Victoria asked him as she quickly got on the other side of you.

“Um…. Not that much.”

“Clearly it was because this girl isn't even on planet earth anymore.” Blanca said as she watched you with wide eyes. 

The first bell had now rang and Jack let out a sigh.

“Well here goes.”

It was now the end of the day and everyone had taken turns walking you to your classes to make sure that you had gotten there on time. Lunch consisted of you eating the majority of Urban's and Jack’s food before also eating your own. You could feel your high slowly starting to wear off by 1:30 and you thought to yourself that it was absolutely crazy that it had lasted that long. Jack had waited for you outside your last class so he would be able to take you home. You were the last one to leave the classroom and immediately embraced him before you held up your quiz to show him.

“You okay now?” He asked as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“Yes, and apparently she graded the quiz since I was the first one to finish and I got a 100 on it.”

“Wait, isn’t that your hardest class?” Jack asked as he looked at you and you simply nodded. 

“Yeah and I didn’t even study which is the crazy part. Where’s Urban? I need another brownie tomorrow for my history test.”

“Baby, NO!” 

[prettypinkporkchop]

A/N: Reader dislikes Embry. When he imprinted on her, she got pissed off. Ofc she thinks he's attractive, but he annoys her. Also, this is after they all graduate. Embry is 19.

Embry call x fem reader

"Y/n, Victoria is after you too." Alice looks at you. You observe the faces of all the vampires in the room. Jacob and Embry stand beside you. "Jesus christ. We're in." Jake steps forward.

"No way." Bella objects. "This is what you want. Us working together." Jacob smirks at her. You look over to Embry who has his arms crossed and is in deep thought.

After the talk, you guys go to Emily's house. Quil made a joke about your hairline. "Burn!!!" Embry laughs. You roll your eyes at him and pinch his arm. "Aye!" He glares at you. "Shut up." You spit. "Dude, chill the fuck out." He argues like a child. "Mom and dad don't fight over me, please!" Quil jokingly cries. "Whatever." You get up to leave Emily's. Embry grabs your wrist. "You're not leaving here without me. Victoria will kill you." You jerk your arm away. "You're not my boss. Why did you imprint on me? I didn't like you when you were regular human and now that we have this stupid ass bond, you're up my ass." He backs away from you. "Move." He warns you. "What? You gonna hurt me?" You taunt.

He phases and howls, running into the woods. Quil runs out and looks at you. "You know, he may be a bit childlike but he's a good guy. He loves you. Cut him some slack." Quil says.

---- the tent scene ----

Bella and Edward are in one tent while you and Embry are in the other. You shiver and hold onto the thick blanket. Embry stares at you, feeling guilty. "Stop staring, Call." You grit. "Let me help-"

"Don't." You hold your hand out to stop him from moving to you. "This is all my fault." He sighs and looks down. "I let you around Bella. I should've step my foot down." He puts his head in his hands. "You didn't LET me do anything. You're not in charge of me." You hiss.

He looks up at you. Your lips are turning blue and your teeth are chattering. He rolls his eyes and sits next to you. You groan and he looks at you with a stern face. "I'm not going to touch you. Just trying to give you some relief." You give in feeling how warm he is. You lean against him, putting your hands on his waist.

"We aren't talking about this after." You mumble against his shoulder. He chuckles and shakes his head. "You need sleep." He lays back, pulling you down with him. "No I don't." You try to argue to make sure he knows that he annoys you.

The longer you hold onto him, the more you realize you can't deny the feelings you have for him any more. Right now, you feel safe. He keeps you safe. He cares about you.

You get lost in thought about everything he does for you that you forget that he even annoys you. He's two years younger than you, he likes to be rowdy and rough house, but you're his. You think about how you can find it cute and enjoy the immaturity.

"I'm sorry." You break the silence. He looks down at you, confused. "I'm sorry for treating you badly. I'm just not used to being around silly guys. I'm a serious person, but the more I think of it, you can even me out. We even each other out. I really do love you, Embry. I have this whole time. I was just scared of getting into this forever when we are opposites." You admit.

He grabs your face and makes you look at him. "Are you going to regret this?" He asks quietly. "No."

You lean in and kiss him. His lips are fire on yours. The first kiss has you melting into his arms.

He pulls away and places his forehead on yours. "I love you, doll."

"I love you, my everything." You whisper the last part. He smiles and giggles, pulling you on his chest and laying down.

---- after the battle at Emily's----

You sit at the table with Jared, Quil, and Paul. Jacob, Embry, and Sam walk in. Embry kisses your cheek and sits next to you. "Hey baby." He puts his hand on your knee. "Hey, my love." You smile at him and give him a quick peck on the lips.

Paul turns to Jared and holds out his hand, "twenty bucks, cough it up." He smirks.

"Bro!" Jared rolls his eyes and hands it to him. Quil smiles at you guys and gives you a thumbs up.

[insipid-drivel]

Toxins, Venom, and Poisons in Historical Western Medicine: How Are We Not Extinct From Doing Some Of This To Ourselves?

This piece is an involuntary piece inspired by @writing-with-sophia's awesome post "Poison list", which is an accurate and succinct list of commonly known (and ancient!) poisons, venoms, and toxins that have been and were used for causing poisoning in ancient and recent history. I wanted to write this because what struck me by their post crossing my dash was, the sheer number of poisons listed that were - and even still are - used as mainstays for healthcare around the world throughout the ages!

OBLIGATORY DON'T BE A DUMBASS PSA: If you're planning on incorporating these poisons into your HISTORICAL-era writing, it's also important to remember that many of them were used for medicinal purposes at one time, too, and it's great you're interested in learning about the subject! And also, you shouldn't try ANY of these! I will not tell you how to do it at home if you DM me, so don't! You are not appropriately trained to do it! You will harm or kill yourself and possibly your loved ones if you fuck around with any of these and it will be 100% your fault and you absolutely should feel bad bout it! I've seen some of you idiots believe 4chan posts about making home-grown crystals using recipes for actual mustard gas and seen you being wheeled into the ER on the news! I will not feel bad if you get yourself hurt if you screw around with any of these plants, elements, or animals!

Resource blog plugs and PSA over, now for the Hilariously Poisonous Medicines:

If you're writing something that's meant to take place prior to the advent of our more modern understanding of poisons, venoms, and toxins, factoring in "this is toxic to me NOW, but what about 500 years ago?" can add a lot of opportunities for interesting plot elements to your story.

These can include someone accidentally poisoning themselves with a toxic drug or substance that wouldn't have killed them if they'd handled it properly - like tansy? Grows all over the place in Europe and England? That'll kill you if you harvest it too late in the season, but it's good for intestinal parasites when it's harvested early in the year and processed right.

Did the lady's maid really kill her mistress with belladonna? Or was she trying to secretly help her mistress get rid of an unwanted pregnancy?

The protagonist's children can't survive to make it to weaning age! Is the wetnurse a poisoner, or does the milkman hide that he sells sour milk by pouring Borax into it so no one could taste it and has no idea he's killing his clients' babies?

Nuance and cultural mores regarding historical views about poisons and toxins can make writing even more fun, dynamic, and interesting! Explore 'em!

Just... please don't try any of this crap yourself. You will poison yourself, it will hurt, you will die, and you will hurt the entire time you're dying. Using OP's master list alone, here's the flip side of these lethal beasts through the eyes of our distant ancestors who believed illness was caused by "vapors", "bad air", and "imbalanced humors":

Hemlock:

Used across multiple different cultures in history. When properly administered to treat a disease, poison hemlock was used to treat asthma, whooping cough, bronchitis, joint/bone pain, muscle cramps, and insomnia. Hemlock was most often used as a sedative and antispasmodic.

Arsenic:

Arsenic is a heavy metal, and so has been used in everything from making specialty dyes for wallpapers (Scheele's green is the most infamous arsenic-based paint; Queen Victoria once had a guestroom in her palace redone with Scheele's green wallpaper. The first dignitary to stay there had to be carried out and taken to emergency care after breathing astronomical amounts of arsenic dust from the wallpaper's paint), to medicine. Arsenic was especially commonly used in history to treat skin ailments ranging from acne, to psoriasis, to syphilis sores. It was also sometimes prescribed for menstrual cramps, upset stomachs, colic, and arthritis, among many, many other things.

Cyanide:

Uh... I have literally never found any evidence of cyanide in medicine, outside of its use in modern medicine as part of certain chemical lab tests for measuring urine ketone bodies that involve no contact with a patient whatsoever. Cyanide literally works in less than a few seconds to render your entire body incapable of absorbing OR using oxygen in your lungs or already existing in your blood. Cyanide is really only good at making things that breathe not breathe anymore.

Nightshade:

There are a lot of different "nightshades", so being specific is essential here. Potatoes are nightshades. Tomatoes are nightshades. Calling anything a "nightshade" does not inherently mean it's lethally toxic. Belladonna is probably the most notorious of the "deadly" nightshades, but to this day, is still used medicinally, and would actually be seen as a health and cosmetic mainstay in historical fiction, especially if your setting is in Italy!

Belladonna is an Italian portmanteau for "beautiful woman", because tinctures (water-based drops) of belladonna were commonly used by Italian women as eyedrops to dilate their eyes and appear more attractive, aroused, and desirable. Today, belladonna's eye-dilating effects are still used by optometrists to dilate the pupils! Belladonna has been, and still sometimes is used as an NSAID, general painkiller, motion sickness treatment, asthma medication, and even as a treatment for IBS.

Ricin:

As OP said, Ricin is derived from the toxin found in Castor Beans, and is surprisingly new as an official "the only reason this is made is to make someone dead" poison. Not only is ricin a popular "nobody would think to test for this!" choice in mystery/thriller writing, but it has been used for political assassinations in real life before. Georgi Markov, a Bulgarian anti-Communist dissenter and writer, was killed in 1978 with a 1.7mm diameter ricin-coated pellet shot into his thigh muscle by an unidentified assailant using a modified umbrella as a gun. He died 4 days later.

Historically, castor OIL has been used for medicinal purposes, especially for treating constipation, inducing labor in pregnancy, and as a topical skin moisturizer. If you've ever watched the opening scene in Disney's "Peter Pan", when the childrens' mother is trying to give them a spoonful of medicine each, she's actually giving them castor oil! Castor oil tastes really bad (so much so that flavorings like cinnamon were often added to try to muffle the taste), so the childrens' reluctance and disgust at their mom making them take their medicine is very realistic for the era the movie came out in!

Strychnine:

Another lethal poison that started life as a medicine/food additive. Strychnine is no longer used medicinally at all today, but historically, it was used to stimulate the heart, treat bladder and bowel incontinence, and limb palsy. Strychnine is a deadly-powerful muscle stimulant that, as a poison, causes horrifyingly painful full-body strictures (spasms) and destroys the cardiovascular system. (Fun fact: Strychnine and hydrochloric acid were historically mixed into cheap vodka to make knock-off gin, especially during the Georgian Era in England if the brewer didn't have or couldn't afford juniper berries!)

Snake Venom:

Seriously, do your research before you write an actual, real snake species using venom they don't produce! The Big 3 Forms Of Snake Venom are: Hemotoxic, Neurotoxic, and Cytotoxic. Specific snake species exclusively generate the same kind of venom (so a hemotoxic snake will ALWAYS produce baby snakes that also make hemotoxic venom). Aristotle himself wrote in 380 BC that certain snake venoms could be applied for treating fevers, smallpox, and leprosy, and there is even some evidence in the historical record prior to the 1800s that different cultures have experimented throughout the eons with using venom for converting into antivenom, but I've never found a source citing anyone making a successful form of antivenom until around the 1850s.

Digitalis:

OP really nailed the important thing about Digitalis, and that is it's cardiac benefits for certain people - particularly for treating congestive heart failure. Vincent van Gogh was actually prescribed epilepsy medication that likely contained Digitalis, aka Foxglove, and there are some prevailing theories about van Gogh's love of bright yellow paint as being either caused or exacerbated by the symptoms associated with digitalis use, which can cause an attraction to and increased visual sensitivity to the color yellow. In several portraits, including one of his own psychiatrist, van Gogh shows subjects presented alongside foxglove flowers. Digitalis is absolutely lethal if consumed or taken without expert guidance, however, because it's the mother ingredient of Digoxin. Digoxin isn't used as frequently as it used to be a few decades ago, but it's still used and prescribed today for certain forms of heart failure and heart disease. Digoxin was also, at one time, was also sometimes used to induce chemical abortions.

Lead:

Dear god, lead. Not only is it so slow to kill you that you'll think that the only way to manage your symptoms is with more lead, but lead poisoning can be a life-long crisis for a person who is regularly exposed to it. Humans have used lead for everything from plumbing, to paint, to our cutlery, to cosmetics, to medicine. While yes, it is very possible to ingest enough lead in a single sitting to die within hours or days, most sufferers of lead poisoning experience it for years or decades before the symptoms become obvious. Some archaeologists believe that the Romans used lead cutlery because lead has a unique reaction when we lick it: when you have lead coating your tongue, it makes EVERYTHING you eat suddenly taste 10x better. I learned this myself from going target-shooting with my mom at a gun rage as a teenager, inhaled gunsmoke (which contains lead), and went for lunch immediately after. Even though I was just eating a $5 meal from In-N-Out, my burger tasted so good I thought I was gonna have to change my pants. When I asked the rangemaster at the target place about it later, he literally said, "Oh yeah, lead makes the worst cooking taste like heaven."

The ancient Romans ate a lot of rotten, spoiled, and sour food, and so lead would've made it easier to eat it back then. But the neurological effects of lead poisoning are nightmarish. It's suspected that, in America, the #1 reason we had so many active serial killers in the country from the 1940s-2000s was because of leaded gasoline. Ever since leaded gasoline was banned? Serial and random violent crime rates have dramatically gone down, especially in metropolitan cities. Ancient Rome, too, gradually became an increasingly violent city as its population went up and its reliance on lead did. We're only just now starting to figure out how toxic lead actually is, so go nuts with using it as a plot element regarding subjects like "Why Are You Like This?"

Mercury:

Mercury is also known as quicksilver, because in spite of being a heavy metal, the temperature at which it melts into a liquid is very, very low compared to most other metals. The first Emperor of China, Qin Shi Huang, was rumored to be so obsessed with the notion of immortality that he would send his doctors on doomed voyages around the world searching for a legendary substance that would, indeed, make him immortal. Legend has it that some doctors who were tasked with the job found out about the last guys, and produced mercury before Emperor Qin Shi Huang and cried, "Here it is! I got it!" so they wouldn't end up doomed to drown at sea. Qin Shi Huang became so obsessed with ingesting and medicating himself with mercury that, when his legendary tomb was being constructed, he had a small-yet-accurate-to-scale map of China+the known world about the size of a football field with every body of water full of fountains of running mercury in his burial chamber. His tomb was rediscovered in the last couple of decades after archaeologists found suspiciously high levels of mercury in the soil on top of a "hill" that had been sitting in the countryside untouched for thousands of years. It turned out to be Qin Shi Huang's long-lost tomb.

Since those days, mercury has closely been associated in early medicine as a sort of cure-all, since it literally kills anything it touches (including people). Captain Blackbeard himself, the most notorious pirate in Western history (Western specifically; google who Zheng Yi Sao was), was known or widely believed to be a syphilis sufferer, and desperately sought infusions of mercury from ships he'd capture (and the doctors onboard) to treat it, believing like everyone did that mercury could cure syphilis. It can't. They just didn't understand back then that syphilis starts off surface-level, and then eats your brain years after the initial infection.

Aconite:

Again, ridiculously toxic outside of specific medicinal applications that still aren't safe today! Aconite, or wolfsbane, has historically been used as a heart sedative (for slowing the heart), diuretic, painkiller, and even used to induce sweating. Evidence of wolfsbane being used for medicinal purposes has been spotted here and there over thousands of years throughout the Greek, Roman, and Byzantine Empires, but its original use came about in Ancient Greece for hunting and culling wolves by poisoning bait-food with it. That form of hunting died out long before the European Middle Ages, but the name "wolfsbane" stuck. Mostly because in the Middle Ages, a lot of people believed werewolves were a huge problem, and kept wolfsbane handy to deter said werewolves.

Thallium:

Today, thallium is mostly used in the production of camera and eyeglass lenses. Before its toxicity was known about, it wasn't strange to hear of thallium being used topically to treat fungal infections like ringworm. Thallium was also sporadically used in treating typhus and tuberculosis, along with a wide array of sexually transmitted diseases.

This list doesn't even touch the tip of the toxic iceberg when it comes to the sheer quantity of hilariously dangerous toxins people have, or still continue, to use for medicinal purposes! In a Victorian-era English London middle-class townhouse setting alone, there were dozens and dozens of ways to poison or otherwise harm yourself just by going about your daily life. So, if you've got a period piece you're working on, or are just bored, you can pick an exact date and time in our history and learn just how terrifyingly comfortable our ancestors were with upsettingly dangerous substances and home remedies. You can also watch a massive docuseries, called "Hidden Killers" and hosted by historian Suzannah Lipscomb, among other historians and archaeologists, which deep-dives into the hidden and unknown dangers of living in eras from Tudor-Era England, to the Post-WWII Reconstruction Age.

As a final note: I am NOT bashing Chinese or Eastern medicinal practices here, and in fact deliberately have gone out of my way to not include any references toward culturally-sanctioned medicinal practices in Eastern and Southeastern Asia. This post is specifically related to the history of WESTERN medicines and their associated history. I am not, nor have I ever been, a doctor of any traditional Eastern medicinal practices, and do not pretend to know better. Sinophobes are unwelcome in my blog space.

[starlightsuffered]

Forgiveness

Info - Timothée criticizing your eating choices, Zendaya being offended for you, argument, calling reader a bitch and punching wall, reader wanting to leave but him not letting you

"You sure you wanna eat that Mon amour?" Timothée asked me, pointing to the dessert I'd ordered.

"Why do you say that?" I asked. Zendaya's gaze was laser focused on Tim. I didn't get what was going on.

"It's really fattening," he said offhandedly.

"Aw mate you don't say that to a girl," Tom said under his breath and shook his head.

"Timothée Hal Chalamet, you're an asshole! Come on Tom we're leaving," Daya said to Tom. Tom looked at me sympathetically and left with his girlfriend.

The ride home was quiet and awkward. I was doing everything I could not to cry. When we got in the house Timothée tried to grab my arm as I was walked away.

"I didn't mean it like that. You just told me you wanted to watch your sugar intake," he said desperately.

"You didn't have to point it out in front of our friends and basically call me fat," I snarled.

"Okay well I said I'm sorry, can you forgive me now?"

"It doesn't work that way Timothée, I have to feel like I am ready to forgive you and I DONT feel that way!"

"Come on, forgive me, and also call Daya and tell her we're good, I don't want the press to know she's mad at me. It's not a good look whatsoever."

"Ohhhhh, that's what this is about truly," I snapped. "I should've known."

"No, it's not only that, but that's part of it. I am really sorry and I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," he said earnestly.

"I don't believe you. Why don't you just dump me and date a stick thin Victoria secret model who eats a single grain of rice. She'll be so nutrient starved she'll obey you like a zombie."

"Stop being such a bitch!" He roared and punched the wall angrily. I burst into tears of fear and hurt. His face fell.

"Baby, oh baby, I'm sorry," he said trying to move forward. I flinched and I watched tears fill his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I should never have done anything like that. Honey, tell the world I'm an asshole and Z doesn't like me. I don't care what you do but don't be afraid of me, let me hold you," he sobbed.

"I don't think so Timothée, I think I need to leave," | said and made for the door.

"No!" He wailed and sounded genuinely pained.

He got on his knees. I was shocked when he put his head under my shirt and wrapped his arms around my waist.

He was kissing my stomach over and over while saying he was sorry into my skin.

"I'd die if you left me, I would be broken. I don't want a Victoria secret model. I want you, your body, your personality, your everything. I have never been more attracted and loved a woman the way I love you. Please forgive me, please love me again. I'll never do anything like that again."

"Okay, okay Timmy, I forgive you, I love you," I said gently.

"Oh thank god," he gasped and came out. He held me to him so tight, placing kisses on the top of my head.

"I adore you, you are my world," he sighed.

"I love you Timothée, how's you hand?" I asked.

"Don't you dare worry about my stupid hand."

[writeandsurvive]

I'm sorry for this, it's not good. But somehow, I managed to get something done, so I gotta share. Kinda inspired by NCIS S21E08 'Heartless'.

Warnings: age gap, married couple, established relationship, talks of miscarriage, giving birth, jealousy, womanizer!Alden, daddy!Alden, very slight smut

Mine ~ Alden Parker

When you started to date Alden Parker, as he was still an FBI agent, you never considered becoming friends with his coworkers. Especially, after meeting a few of them he would consider his friends and they turned out to be judgmental towards the age gap in your relationship. Not that you wanted to befriend his coworkers anyways, you just agreed to meet them cause he asked. 

However, it changed when Alden joined NCIS. He immediately started to tell you about his new team, and you could he was fond of them all, including his boss - which was extremely surprising since he never got along with his FBI boss, Sweeney. You quickly knew it would be different this time. It did take him a while before introducing you to them, but once it happened, you all hit it off. The guys were quite impressed with Alden wedlocking a woman fairly younger than him, while the girls, even though they wouldn't go for someone older, they agreed that Alden Parker had a little something. "It's the freaking hair!" Jess joked. 

Before you knew it, this new team felt like family. You'd all hang out together - dinners, games night - and sometimes you'd have girls night with Jess and Kasie. You even babysit McGee's twins and/or Victoria a few times. Which, as much as you loved it, did hurt a little since it would remind you of the struggles you and Alden had been having to have a baby. Between not getting pregnant for months and the miscarriages, you had started to think that it wouldn't happen the natural way for you. Also, Alden really felt like he was getting too old to have a kid, no matter how badly he wanted one with you. 

When you reached your third trimester, Alden felt pretty confident that this time everything was going to be alright while you couldn't shut that little voice in your head saying that something bad would happen like the other times. But finally, the nurse put your crying new born in your arms, and everything felt right. "You did so good, my love." Alden cried, kissing your forehead and looking down at his son. "Our miracle baby. He's perfect." 

You didn't want the nurse to take him away from you but you knew they needed to check him up and clean him. "Do you guys have a name for this little guy?" Another nurse asked. You and Alden looked at each other for a second. "Axel Roman Parker." He said, proudly. 

Obviously, the team was in the waiting room. Alden had been at work when you called him to tell him that your water broke. Nick had been the one driving to the hospital, "Torres, I'd like to meet my son before I die, thank you very much!" Alden shouted, holding onto the handle above the window. 

"Don't worry, dad." Nick grinned. 

Your husband went to see them to let them know that mom and baby boy were alright. "Is it okay if you guys only meet him in a few days?" 

"Of course, no rush!"

"Send us pictures though! Please?" 

Alden didn't want to go back to work after his paternity leave. He didn't want to leave his little family. The night before his first day back, he actually felt depressed. "He's changing so much so fast, I'm gonna miss so much." He sadly said, stroking his son's back, who was peaceful sleeping on daddy's chest. 

"I'll take as many pics and videos I can." You kissed your husband's cheek. "And Vance said you don't have to put many hours like you usually do." 

"I know, but still." 

You noticed the tears forming in his eyes and it broke your heart a little. You didn't want him to go back to work either. You wish he could push his leave a little more, but he had pushed it as much as possible already - director Vance had been amazing and made it easy. You wrapped your arm around Alden's neck, carefully so you wouldn't wake up Axel. He nuzzled your neck as you gently stroked his hair. "He loves you and perfectly knows who daddy is. It won't change in a few hours, I promise." 

"I honestly thought it would never happen for me, you know? Before you and then the issues we had, I thought-- I just wasn't meant to be a dad. But now he's here, and I just don't want to be away from him."

"Aw, baby." You cried with him. "I wish there was a way for you to stay." 

The next day, Alden arrived late at work as he struggled to let go of Axel. Jimmy and Tim, who knew how it felt, were very helpful throughout the following week. 

It took you months to separate from Axel, just for a few hours. And even more time to go out for a girls night while Alden had a boys night with his little man. 

"I almost forgot how champagne tasted." You smiled, having your first drink in over a year. 

"Good thing we took a whole bottle then!" 

The conversation between you, Jess, Kasie and Delilah went on as it usually does when you four get together. Jess talked about her relationship with Jimmy, and her dad. Kasie confessed about her new crush - you and the girls immediately hyped her. Delilah talked about her job, and the twins newest obsessions. And you obviously talked about Axel and your husband. 

"By the way, how's Alden's neck?" Jess asked. 

"Perfect! Did Nick really fix him with a bear hug?" 

"He did! It was pretty funny!" Jess laughed, remembering the scene from a couple of days ago. "Doctor Logan probably thought we were crazy." 

"I can't believe that my husband im-so-scared-of-needles-hold-me-hand worked on a heart surgery." You laughed, trying to imagine the scene. 

"Mr I fainted when my wife got her epidural." Kasie teased. 

"In his defense, it's a pretty big needle for this." Delilah said. "Thank god he didn't faint during the surgery though." She joked. 

"Well, if he did, I'm sure Doctor Logan would've enjoyed giving him mouth to mouth." 

You, Kasie and Delilah turned like one person to look at Jessica. "What?" She asked, confused. Then she looked at you. "He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" 

"Um..."

"Jessica Knight."

"The doc clearly developed a crush on him. She practically flirted with him in front of me." 

You let out a deep breath. "Did he flirt back?"

"Not really, he was genuinely confused."

"Did he not learn his lesson with the senator?" Kasie chimed in. 

You finished your drink in one swallow, remembering when he gave you a piece of paper with a number on it. "Whose number is it?"

"A senator." He had said. 

"Alright and what am I supposed to do with it?" 

"You, nothing. But I guess she wanted me to call when she gave it to me." The jerk was smiling while you used to candle flame to burn the paper. 

"I don't care about the 'it's safer for you if people don't know I'm married' crap, I'm gonna glue the wedding band to his damn finger." 

The girls laughed, always enjoying how easily you get jealous when there's a woman around Alden. When you had learned that some women in the office kinda liked your man, you showed up at the NCIS headquarters for the first time and asked for a tour. When his ex wife got involved in a case, you were feeling anxious, even though she knew about you from the beginning, thanks to Alden's parents. The worst actually was when he saw his first love for the first time in over thirty years. He had admitted that it felt very strange, and maybe if he had been single, he'd have pursued something, but he was married to you, and deeply in love with you and he'd be crazy to let you go. It was one of those rare moments when you and Alden were struggling, and fought a little more often. But he never gave you a reason to be jealous or suspicious, it was just a part of your personality. And to be fair, he was such a womanizer, you couldn't help but to think that any other woman would be better than you. 

You got home slightly drunk, which Alden expected. He was happy that you finally let yourself have some fun away from him and Axel. Barely sleeping on the couch, he immediately got up when he heard you come in. "Hey! What are you doing up? Is Axel awake?" You asked, struggling to take your shoes off. Alden kneeled down to help you. 

"He did wake up an hour ago for his bottle but he's fast asleep now." 

"Good, good." You leaned a little and ran your hand through his hair. "I'm so so so so happy you're my baby daddy." 

Chuckling softly, he got back up and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Thank you for choosing me. You made all my dreams come true." You hugged there for a moment, just enjoying each other. "Let's go to bed, baby mama." He started to carry you, grabbing the baby monitor on the way. 

"No sleeping, gimme another baby." He laughed but quickly got cut off as you smashed your mouth on his. He managed to get to the bedroom while you practically assaulting him, holding his face firmly and french kissing him. Of course his body was responding positively. As he put you down on the bed, you dragged him along. He was on top of you and you started to make out. It was long until you felt his erected cock between your legs. You reached for it, forcing your hands under his shorts. "Fuck, baby." He moaned. 

"Yes, fuck me daddy." 

And he did just that. ~

After freshening up in the bathroom, Alden found you in the nursery, looking over Axel. He hugged you from behind. "Do you really want another?" He asked, cautiously. 

"Not necessarily," you admitted. "I mean, if it happens, I'll be very happy but I can't go through the struggles again."

"Okay. We've got him and he's absolutely perfect." You stroked your son's hair one more time before turning around to face your husband. 

"He really is." You grabbed his left hand and stared at it for a moment. "This wedding band stays on, Alden. 24/7." 

"But--" 

"No but. I'm done with women flirting with you cause they assume you're single. You're taken, you're fucking mine. You keep the damn ring on." 

Alden stayed silent for a moment. "Jess told you about Doctor Logan, didn't she?" You only looked at him, arms crossed. "Fine, I won't take off my ring ever again." He reached for your wrists and made you uncrossed your arms as he hated when you strike that pose on purpose. He brought you as close as possible to him. "Are you ever going to accept the fact that you're the love of my life? That I rather be single for the rest of my life than with someone else than you? That losing you and now Axel, would absolutely destroy me?" 

All you could do was kiss him, but he did saw the tears falling down your cheeks.

[a-killer-obsession]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 36 - Breaking Point, Side A

Tensions flare in the aftermath of a traumatic night.

Word Count: ~3.5k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055 @eyes-ofhell

Dawn's crying woke you both up only a few hours later, Heat quick to urge you to rest and collecting her from the crib. You sat up, knowing full well she was probably hungry. You didn't know how old she was but you guessed only a few months, she probably wanted to feed every four or so hours. Your breasts were aching for release anyway, now that they had been drained once it felt like your body was kicking into overdrive, your breasts noticeably heavier and firmer than they had been the last few days. Maybe this is what the books meant when they talked about your milk coming in. Either way, you were just as eager to feed her as she was to eat, her cries making your breasts leak and wet your shirt. You held your hands out for her and Heat lowered her to you carefully, as her little arms escaped from the swaddle and refused to let go of his finger.

She was quick to latch again, and you could see now in the daylight that her eyes were a sparkling blue. It hurt, with the blonde puff of hair and blue eyes she looked the way you imagined your own baby might have. Come to think of it, you hadn't even named him. You couldn't afford to dwell on it now, there was a very much alive orphaned little girl currently on your breast who needed you to keep your head. So young and yet she'd already been through so much. Heat watched with fascination as she made small squeaking sounds and kept his finger in a surprisingly strong grasp, forcing him to cuddle up against you, not that either of you minded. You let yourself rest against him, his free hand squirming its way behind you to wrap around your waist, giving in to the fantasy that this was your little family. That nothing traumatic had led to this strange situation, this was entirely normal and comforting, before the stress of reality reared its ugly head.

“What are we gonna do Heat?” You sighed.

“I'm gonna go out and grab a bunch of stuff as soon as you're okay with me heading out,” he replied, “whatever you need, I'll get it”

“My mask,” you pouted, “it's back on the ship”

“I'll get it,” he clenched his teeth, “you just stay here and rest, just focus on yourself and Dawn, I'm gonna take care of both of you don't worry about anything. The doctors said you need to be on bedrest for at least a week, after last night I'm enforcing that. You're not lifting a finger till you're recovered”

Together you made a list of everything you thought you needed, and against his desires he left to fetch them, putting a very milk drunk Dawn back in the crib before heading out, leaving you to get a little more much needed sleep. He decided to do the hardest part first, heading back to the Victoria to grab your mask. He hoped everyone would be asleep as it was still very early morning. He sauntered up the gangplank as quietly as he could and head underdeck to the infirmary where he'd last seen your mask, after Mohawk removed it during your operation. Thankfully it was still sitting in place on the back counter, a little blood on it still but otherwise unharmed.

“You wanna explain where the fuck you were going with my girlfriend and packed bags last night?” An aggressive baritone came from behind him. He turned to the masked first mate, a scowl on his face as he used his height to feign confidence over the shorter blond.

“She's not your girlfriend, or did Kid not pass on the message?” Heat spat back at him, “she said, and I quote, ‘he and I are over, we're done’. You pushed her too far Killer, she's done with you hurting her”

“Me? Hurting her?” He let out a laugh, a genuine unhindered one that threw Heat back in surprise. “She killed my fucking baby, she should have fucking listened when I told her it was too dangerous”

“A marine killed your baby Killer,” Heat yelled, surprise quickly overruled by anger, “her baby, that she grew and nurtured and could feel inside her. A baby you didn't even plan on having! You're not the only one grieving, you're just the only selfish prick acting like it's all about you. Hasn't she fucking been through enough? She delivered her own fucking dead baby in the middle of a battle and you won't even look at her. She needed you and you fucking abandoned her, just like you always do! It took her so long to let you back in after your last fuck up and in the blink of an eye you managed to fuck it all up again”

Killer punched Heat hard, his jaw making an audible click as his face was forced sideways. If he was anyone else he might have been sent flying, but he was just as strong as the blond, bodying the hit like it was nothing. He turned his head back to Killer and grabbed a fist full of his shirt, raising him off the ground like he weighed nothing.

“You want a baby so fucking bad? Go knock some whore up,” Heat spat, “because apparently that's all she was to you. Just a fucking broodmare. She'll never carry another child again, so you better go get to work finding a new incubator cos she can't do it anymore. Did you ever even love her or was she just convenient? Just a quick way to get what you wanted?”

“Of course I loved her!” Killer shouted as he forced his way out of Heat's grasp, “love her” he corrected himself.

“Then fucking act like it,” Heat shoved him hard, Killer's back connecting with a infirmary cot. “She spent the last three days waiting for you to man up and go to her, and instead you just sat around here twirling your hair and acting like the whole world is against you. Pull your fucking head out of your ass Killer. She just went through something traumatic and you're too busy grieving the dead to see the living. You know where Wire found her last night? On the edge of a fucking cliff. Getting ready to fucking jump. You did that, you drove her to think shes worth so little that she'd be better off dead, her death would have been blood on your hands Killer”

“She… I didn't know,” he said quietly, mask tilted away, unable to look at Heat for the shame he felt.

“Of course you didn't, because you haven't fucking talked to her,” Heat growled, “if you had then you'd know how fucking torn up she is, how much she's blaming herself. She thinks you only loved her because of the baby. You know what she said to me when she woke up in the infirmary, after your stroppy ass stormed out without even looking at her? She said tell him I'll make him another one, you should have seen the heartbreak on her face when I told her she couldn't, because she thinks the only reason you want her is to make babies. She'd just lost her baby, fought for her life after almost bleeding to death, and found out she'd never carry another child, and all she was thinking about was you, how disappointed you'd be with her. It's fucked Killer, you're fucked for putting those thoughts in her head. All you had to do was fucking be there for her, but you were too fucking selfish to do the bare fucking minimum”

Killer slumped down against the cot and put his head between his knees. A harsh sob came from him, but Heat didn't have it in him to comfort him, he didn't deserve comfort, not after the hurt he'd inflicted on the woman Heat loves. The firebreather gave him a tsk and started rummaging in the cabinets for pain medication for you, knowing you were still physically hurting immensely even if you didn't say it when you made the list.

“I'll… I'll do better,” Killer cried.

“That's what you told her last time,” Heat scorned.

“I didn't mean to shut her out, I just… I needed someone to blame,” he said sadly.

“Then blame the fucking marines! Don't go blaming her! She didn't do shit!” Heat yelled, “and for the fucking record, it could have happened outside of battle anyway, its not uncommon. Would you still have blamed her then, or would you finally have some fucking sympathy? How much does she have to suffer before you decide she's worthy of your comfort?”

“Where is she?” Killer asked.

“None of your fucking business,” Heat growled. “You and Kid have three days to apologise and grovel before the log pose resets, otherwise you're sailing away without the three of us. You wanna talk, you talk to me, I have my mini den-den, you're not getting near her till I say you can”

“Three?” Killer asked.

“They didn't tell you shit did they?” Heat half laughed, “she went to that cliff to kill herself, but instead some lady with the same idea handed her a baby and jumped”

“I… I saw it last night… I thought it was a ghost,” Killer's eyes were wide with surprise under the mask. He'd seen the small bundle, asleep in your arms, but it hadn't made any sense so he'd chalked it up to a mania induced hallucination.

“Yeah well, she's keeping it, but not on this ship, not after what Kid said,” Heat scorned.

“What did Kid say?”

“He called her a worthless whore and a life ruiner,” Heat tutted as he gathered some shit in a plastic bag, “real nice stuff to someone who just lost her baby and was forcibly sterilised, like we hadn't just found her trying to kill herself”

“I wanna talk to her,” Killer grabbed Heat's pants as he walked past. Heat kicked his hand away and kept moving.

“Too fucking bad, she's busy and she's tired and she doesn't want shit to do with you,” Heat replied coldly.

Killer watched Heat move as a realisation dawned on him. Heat had never spoken to him or Kid like this, the man was usually obedient and loyal, more akin to a puppy than the territorial wolf he was being right now. “You love her, don't you?”

“So what if I do?” Heat replied, “even if she never loves me back, I would never hurt her the way you have. She deserves better.”

“Oh, and you're better?” He scoffed.

“Well Killer, I didn't fucking leave her to mourn on her own after she lost her baby,” Heat spat, “in fact, I was the one there for her, every second I could be. I'm the one who was with her every minute I could be for the last three days, when all she wanted was her so-called loving boyfriend. So yeah, I'd say I can do better. I am doing better. I'm picking up your fucking mess but I'll do it happily because she means the fucking world to me.”

“So what, you're just gonna go play house with her and some stranger's baby?” Killer laughed.

“If that's what she wants, yeah,” Heat replied, “and if she doesn't, I'll support that too, because she's a fucking human being with her own thoughts and feelings that deserve to be recognised, not just a hole for you to breed. Maybe it's for the best, this way she gets to have a baby and she isn't stuck tied to your pathetic excuse of a man. You're a fucking coward Killer, you talk big game but when it comes down to it you're just a scared little boy who thinks he can just ignore his problems till they go away. The worst thing is that people still care about you, but you ignore them too. Hell she probably still cares about you. But you act like the whole fucking world is against you. Really it's just you, hiding away in your room and tearing shit up, refusing to take your meds just so everyone will treat you like the victim, when you could have been out there comforting her when she needed you. She never would have gone to that cliff if you'd just fucking let her in, if you'd let her mourn with you. You're fucking lucky some random woman decided to hand her a baby and off herself or Yin would be dead right now. Even if she ever forgives you, I might not, because what you did was selfish and cruel, and you almost took her from me because of it, from all the people who care about her. So much for the dangerous Massacre Soldier Killer, you're just a pathetic little man who can't even comfort a woman when she so desperately needed you. You should've stuck to whores, emotions are clearly too advanced for you.”

“Are you done?” Killer growled, standing now with his arms crossed in front of Heat as the taller man cussed him out.

“Far fucking from it,” he growled, “but she needs me, and unlike you my head isn't too far up my own ass to see, so I'll be going now. Have a nice life, Massacre Soldier”

Manic laughter followed Heat out into the hall, all the way until he reached the gangplank and fled far enough for the sound to no longer travel.

Dawn was back on your breast when Heat returned, making you jump at first before his wild mop of blue hair appeared, using his ass to open the door because his hands were too full. Comically, he was wearing your mask on his head to save hand space, but it was clearly far too small for him, sitting on a mound of hair instead of his actual head. You snorted as he entered the room, putting down the large armfulls of bags with a heavy sigh of relief. He pulled the mask from his head and set it on a dresser before collapsing on the bed next to you, his hands over his chest and his eyes closed.

“She sure eats a lot huh?” Heat noted, turning his head to the side to watch Dawn. Her little arms were wiggling around like she was searching for something, so he turned to his side and offered her his hand. Her fingers wound around one of his and he couldn't help but blush. Given his big, somewhat scary appearance he wasn't used to small vulnerable things being so fearless with him. “Small but strong too”

“I don't know how old she is, but she seems to want to eat every three or four hours,” you replied with a yawn, “God I'm so tired. And hungry”

“I got you some food from the bakery down the street but you'll have to wait till little miss here releases me so I can grab it,” he laughed, trying to reclaim his finger but her grip was iron tight.

“You're the fucking best Heat,” you smiled, half lidded in your exhaustion. He didn't envy you, he hadn't exactly had much sleep either between when the nurses kicked him out of the hospital and when Kid had called them all for an emergency meeting about Killer, but then he wasn't putting all his energy into feeding another living being while recovering from a traumatic birth and major surgery. By the time Dawn was thoroughly milk drunk and nodding off again, you were nearly asleep, leaning against his chest with his arms around you to keep you upright, now that the small one had released her insane grip on his finger. He took Dawn carefully from your hold and put her back in the crib, admiring her for a moment before returning his attention to looking after you.

He rummaged in the bags and brought over the baked goods and a bottle of water, and you could barely open your eyes as you accepted them and sleepily nibbled. He had to take the remnants from your hand as you started to slouch over, a fond smile on his face at how cute you were in such a sleepy state, your lips turned upwards just the tiniest bit at the corners.

“Heat, do you love me?” You mumbled against his chest as you both got settled under the covers, your warm breath tickling the bare parts of his chest through the lacing of his corset. His breath hitched at the question, taken entirely by surprise and feeling like a deer in headlights. “Sorry,” you apologised, feeling the way he tensed, “I just… last time we slept together, it felt like more than just two friends fucking. I thought maybe you loved me. It's okay, I'm not mad if you don't, I just… thought”

“I do love you,” he breathed, his whole body still tense. He thought he might puke from the anxiety, worried the next words out of your mouth would be disgust or rejection. Nobody had ever loved him like that before, not in a romantic way. He was used to meaningless hookups during short stays at islands with people he'd never see again. The way you made him feel was entirely foreign, which is probably why it'd taken him so long to name the feeling.

“I know I said once that I didn't think I could fall in love with you,” you said softly, intertwining your fingers with his, making him relax a little, “but I think maybe that was a lie. You give me butterflies, Heat. And you make me feel so safe, you always have.”

He let out a shaky breath and a tear rolled down his cheek, he didn't realise just how stressed he was till you noticed the glistening trail and wiped it with your thumb. Your eyes bore into his, suddenly more alert now as you inspected his perpetually sad face before pressing a soft kiss on his mouth. You pulled away with a sigh, your forehead resting on his.

“I didn't notice you falling for me, I should have noticed,” you whispered,”I'm so sorry Heat. I'm… I'm going through a lot right now, but just knowing you're here, that at least one person in this godforsaken world wants me is enough to make me want to live”

“I thought you were dead,” his tears flowed freely now, his hands shaking as he finally processed the last three days. He'd been trying so hard to keep it together, to stay strong for you, because he knew you needed him, but those walls were crumbling so fast under your warm touch. “After the hospital said you left, we followed your vivre to where we knew the cliffs were, and it was burning. I knew physically you were fine, but for your resolve to be so set that your vivre burned… I… I thought I'd lost you. I only just realised how much I loved you after Quincy hurt you but I thought you were going to die last night thinking nobody loved you and I just… I never would have been able to live with myself. I should have told you sooner but I was so scared you'd hate me for it or that it'd ruin our friendship”

“Oh Heat,” your own tears started to meld with his as you pressed your cheeks together, your arms tight around his shoulders as he started to sob against you, the dam collapsing under the immense pressure of his emotions. “I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, I was just so fucked up and I just couldn't take it anymore. I should have seen you there, I should have known you were there for me like you've always been, I've been such a ghost lately that I didn't see” You held his head gently in your hands, his dark eyes glassy with tears as he sniffed and looked at you, “I'm not ready right now, but I have no intention of leading you on. I'm gonna find the strength to say those three words Heat, because I know I feel them, I just can't bring myself to say them right now. Please don't stop loving me, you're all I have”

His lips crashed against yours, pain and fear and love and overflowing intangible emotions bursting at the seams as his tongue fought against yours and his hands held you close against him. You could feel his growing erection against your thigh so you slid your hand down his front, threading it under the waistband of his baggy pants, desperately needing to make him feel good, to alleviate your guilt after the hurt you'd put him through. He let out an almost pained whine as you started to pump him, his kisses messy and half focused as you serviced him, till he couldn't focus on anything else anymore and all he could do was pant against your shoulder. It didn't take him long to cum, so wound up from the overbearing stress that the release you gave him had him letting out a stuttered groan as he came, his seed spilling over your hand and lubricating his cock as you worked him through it.

“Shh, I've got you,” you cooed as you made your final slow strokes, his breath hot on your shoulder as he gripped you tight like he was afraid you would disappear forever if he let go. It was almost painful, given your sore breasts and surgery site. “Heaaaat, loosen your grip baby, I'm not going anywhere, I promise”

He let go a little but refused to entirely remove his hold on you, but you were more than fine with that now that the pressure wasn't painful. You held his head close to your heart and stroked his hair, and your steady heartbeat and tender caresses in the afterglow of his orgasm finally lulled him to sleep. You breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally relaxed, and you soon followed suit to take advantage of what rest you could get before Dawn inevitably woke you up again.

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RL Story

Today I went shopping with my Mom & Ana. We bought a baby bed. If it were up to my Mother, she would have bought a complete.... fully-equipped nursery and even more. Going shopping with this woman, is a never-ending ordeal.

I just needed a crib, everything else would have been too much!! We didn’t have enough space in my room. Later when I move into my new apartment, my little one will get his own room, but now, here, it's simply not possible! Idk what my Mom was up to?...And that.... fancy baby bed she bought, was extremely difficult to... assemble, because some screws were missing. That pissed my Dad off! So time for me to leave here!

I went down to the living room to chat with Ana a bit. I asked Ana to be honest with me. I still didn’t understand why she wanted to lie for Philip in court? Next week the trial starts.

Ana: It’s too late anyway. I officially moved in with Philip. I am now P.’s girlfriend. We take care of Annabelle together. With my help, Annabelle will get back to her dad.

Me: Why are you doing this for Philip?? You’re not really together and you don't love him. So, why?

Ana: Agh.... I'm doing it for Annabelle. If you had seen what I saw, you would do the same. I have to prevent Annabelle from staying with Isabella’s parents!! Believe me, I know what I’m doing.

Me: What are you talking about? .... Please explain.

Ana: But you can’t tell Philip! He's gonna freak out. If he finds out, he’s gonna do some shit and lose custody, even before he gets the chance to get it back.

Me: I won't tell P., Ana!

Ana: When Victoria and I visited Philip in the summer... Once Isabella’s brother came by, to pick up Annabella. A few minutes after he left with Annabelle, I made my way home too. I saw him and Annabelle downstairs, outside P.’s apartment. Isabella’s brother didn’t get Annabelle’s stroller in his car, he was pretty pissed. I offered my help. Then he placed Annabelle in her car seat and..... agh, she started screaming.... I think he slapped Annabelle, but I’m not sure, yk? I didn't get a good look. But I talked to him about it. ...

Ana: Tbh, I threatened him. If he hurts Annabelle and I find out, he’ll never see her again.... However, that’s why I talked to P.’s lawyer. He then talked to Philip and asked him to have Annabelle examined by a pediatrician. But he didn’t tell him why. He just said they might need a report for the trial.

Me: Why didn’t you tell me?.... Damn, we need to get Annabelle out of there! 🙁

Ana: Isabella’s parents treat Annabelle well, but her brother is... crazy! P.'s lawyer discussed this with them. He talked to their lawyer about it. And well, as far as I know, Annabelle is safe. But since that day, that... picture of Annabelle and Isabella’s crazy brother haunts me. I feel obliged to help Annabelle. And I WANT IT!!!.... Why I didn’t tell you is, bcs... I was afraid you would tell Nico and he would tell Philip, yk? But we have to stop Philip from finding out, or he’ll do some shit. You know him! That wouldn’t look good for him in court, if he hurt Isabella’s brother or something.

Me: You're right! P. is... unpredictable when he is angry. Don’t worry, I won’t tell N.!

Ana: Only one more week and we're off.

Me: I am the first to testify. I am curious what the judge will ask me? I know P.’s lawyer will ask me questions about Isabella. I’m supposed to tell them what it was like, when she told us about her pregnancy & Annabelle.

Ana: Yeah, you and Victoria are the first. A day later it’s Nico’s turn. I have to be there every day and also accompany Philip as his girlfriend. With me by his side, he’ll get Annabelle back.

Me: It’s gonna work! He’s her Dad. Kids belong to their parents. In any case, Philip owes you a big favor afterwards. You're Annabelle's Angel. 🙂

Ana: Not a big deal for me. I just have to pretend to be P.’s gf for a while. Most of the time I’m in college anyway.

I admit I was proud of my baby sis. Now I knew why Ana was so eager to help P. Poor Annabelle. Isabella’s family is just as crazy as Isabella!

After that Ana confessed to me, that she had some dates with P.’s lawyer. So this was true, but she didn’t fall for him or anything. And she also didn't sleep with him. He's 29! Nine years older than her. But he was nice and funny, Ana liked this about him.

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Worm Arc 11 Interludes thoughts:

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Ok. Just in order I think. Sorry for the chaos.

Started off with puppies. I was happy.

Then the puppies started getting a little more violent than needed. I was less happy.

Then Victoria got clowned on a little and I was little bit more happy.

Then the unkillable naked zebra lady showed up everything kinda went downhill. For everyone.

Bitch do not join the supervillain serial killer group, please and thank you.

Seriously though, The Siberian is a bit scary. Just, completely invincible as far as anyone can tell. And super strong.

Theo is having a bad day. And unless someone takes care of Jack Slash for him he's gonna have a bad few years.

Jack Slash is such a poser oh my god. Dude. Come one. You aren't all that.

Also. Jack. Do not toss a loaded baby! That baby had a full diaper. You toss that baby and you are liable to have a containment breach. Speaking from experience, you do not want a containment breach. (Also just don't throw babies of course.)

I hope Theo gets cool powers and is able to become a super amazing hero like he dreams of. On the plus side, probably gonna be lots of opportunities for trigger events coming up. On the minus side, he didn't trigger when Jack Slash was planning on killing him so I don't know if he's gonna be able to.

They were obviously going to go for Labyrinth. She has such amazing powers for mass terror. Though I guess Burnscar never tried to actually recruit her. I assume that was the plan though.

Also Burnscar needs to stop excusing her actions. Just be evil or don't be evil. You don't get to be evil and say it's not your fault (that sure will come up again in these interludes).

I fucking LOVED the description of how Labyrinths powers work. Just the details of everything. So good!

Fucking Colin. Of course they had to go for you. Why can't you just go away and leave my robot daughter alone?

Mannequin is fucking WILD. Like, god damn. Those are sure choices you made. Helps you be creepy as shit though. And get through air vents.

Mannequin writing out "U ME" to Pocketknife Man by laying keyboard keys down on the table one at a time has cursed meet-cute energy.

In the end, Colin survives cause my robot daughter saves him. And I guess she's gonna tell him the truth about being an AI. Fiiiiiiine. I will be polite to Colin if he comes over to dinner. He still needs to apologize to my other daughter though.

Also I'm sure glad the Slaughterhouse Nine won't have any use for the magic pocketknife that can cut through anything that Mannequin took. No worries at all I'm sure. It won't do jack shit for them. Might as well just slash the idea and toss the knife out.

Cool. Some Nazis died. That's great!

Not enough though. Disappointed in Shatterbird.

But if one good thing can come of this whole Slaughterhouse Nine thing, maybe Hookwolf can die. I'm not holding my breath though.

Shatterbird has a very interesting power set. Being specifically glass focused like that. Definitely can see how she would terrorize a city.

Dinah PoV. DINAH POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok well first off, I obviously hated Coil for Dinah already. Enough that I don't really know if the Dinah PoV can technically make me hate him more. But that said, I hate him more. WTF.

The description of her power was so NEAT though! Had a minor moment of "oh hey this paragraph of this precog talking about her power works inside her head is an almost perfect description of how my brain works" which was wild. I don't actually get to see the future though, which is a major difference.

She can actually just full blow see a possible future holy shit! Wow. Like it hurts and she hates it but it's still crazy.

Also I guessed that Crawler was going to come for Traveler in a Vault (that is Noelle's cape name until I am told different) after the Bitch interlude. I was very happy I got that right since I really knew almost nothing about either.

So Crawler just basically can't die and gets stronger every time he gets hurt. I wonder how long it will take him to reach Endbringer level power?

And Traveler in a Vault is just a large monster that is always hungry and can be driven to the point of eating people. That sucks a lot for her.

Also Leviathan came after her too huh? Well that's probably fine and won't matter in the future.

Regent's sister is worse than he is. That's impressive! Like, not good impressive. But impressive.

Getting real close to the "can't exist" physic power set. I guess it's not quite it though.

She should keep a better eye on her phone battery.

AMY DALLON! I knew it would be you.

I knew you were destined to be a tragedy from the moment I met you. You were always going to become a villain. So once I knew the Nine were recruiting it was a guarantee that you'd be recruited.

Specifically, that you'd be recruited by Bonesaw. She is an artist and obviously she is obsessed over the art you could make together.

Holy shit though that chapter.

Lets see. FUCK CAROL. Victoria gets some excuses, she's a kid, she's following her mom's example, etc. But FUCK CAROL. You are partially responsible for what Amy is about to become.

Despite being terrified, Amy seemed to have a dark fascination with everything Bonesaw was doing and saying. Really listened as Bonesaw explained things.

The more detailed view of what Amy's power does is crazy. She really can do just about anything to someone.

“Why not fix your dad?” is where Bonesaw won. It's about 3/5 of the way through the chapter. And she won at that point. That was the killing blow. The rest of the chapter, the remaining 3.5k or so words, is watching Amy bleed out to drive the point home. It is Panacea's death monologue. It is beautiful and tragic and amazing.

All that said, since she is losing anyway, is it bad for me to want more of Bonesaw's notes? SHE HAS LORE! GIVE IT TO ME!

Dad at least seems pretty good. He made the perfect response after getting healed. Unfortunately she was already gone.

AND THERE IT IS. THERE IS THE THAT FINAL STEP. Fucking rewire your adopted sisters mind to have romantic feelings for you. No you don't get to say it was an accident! You chose to do it. Holy shit Amy. You are going to be an amazing (terrifying) villain.

Callback to Burnscar and blaming her power for her actions.

If Worm was a Disney movie Amy would end up with the best song, 100%. Hellfire or similar levels.

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6K Followers Event - PRESS PLAY

Thank you all for 6k subs! It means the world to me that people enjoy my fics enough to give such consistent support - I really, really couldn't have done it without y'all ❤️❤️

To celebrate 6k, I will be taking requests (for fics/ drabbles based on songs! cuz it's fun lmfao) and writing a part 2 to at least one of my oneshots. This event will be in two parts: Requests and Voting!

(Main Masterlist) (Event Masterlist)

Requests

- Send me a request based on a song!

Tape 1, Side A: love, love, love,

(listen here)

my favourite straight-up love songs

tracklist

track 01: My Kind of Woman // Mac DeMarco

track 02: Daze // Steve Lacy

track 03: We Might Even Be Falling in Love // Victoria Monet

track 04: Romanticist // Yves Tumor

track 05: Amor Prohibido // Selena

track 06: Crush On You // Lil' Kim

track 07: Baby, This Love I Have // Minnie Riperton

track 08: Seaforth // King Krule

track 09: Fraulein // Chuck Berry

track 10: Pilot Jones // Frank Ocean

track 11: La Ciruela // Nico Play

Tape 1, Side B: ...and other stories.

(listen here)

angsty, heart-wrenching; songs that tell a different story about love.

tracklist

track 01: Lover, You Should've Come Over // Jeff Buckley

track 02: Baby Blue // King Krule

track 03: King // Dreamer Isioma

track 04: Shot My Baby // Daniel Caesar

track 05: Mojo Pin // Jeff Buckley

track 06: Jonny // Faye Webster

track 07: Seigfried // Frank Ocean

track 08: Carry Me Out // Mitski

track 09: No Me Queda Mas // Selena

track 10: Show You A Body // Haley Henderickx

Rules for Requests:

- You must: send in a song, from the tracklist or otherwise. I'm happy to take song requests and add to the tracklist - all I ask is that it fits the "vibe" of either Side A or Side B.

- You must: Specify which tape side, A or B. To clarify: Side A: fluff, mild angst with a happy ending, all about love! Side B: heavy angst, hurt / comfort, happy ending or otherwise.

I tried to pick songs with potential for different stories - so give my playlists a listen to understand the "vibes" and also cuz I spent so so long creating them, I'm begging y'all 😭

- You must: Provide an x reader pairing! I mainly write for Miguel O'Hara, Joel Miller and Finnick Odair, but I'm more than happy to write other pairings - check tags for the fandoms I'll write.

- Other than that, be as specific or vague as you'd like. Give me a specific line from the song, a trope / prompt, etc etc. or don't! go crazy lmfao.

- NSFW is allowed for either category, please specify, but as always: 18+ for those kind of requests.

- Most of these will be drabbles, around 500 words or so; but I tend to get carried away with prompts so no promises 🤞

- I will write as many that catch my eye, with a few of my own ideas as well :)

(i am still taking other requests, but prioritising the ones for this follower event for the time being)

Voting

Please vote for a oneshot of mine that you'd like to see a part 2 of! This does not mean I won't write a second part for the other fics at all, it just tells me what to prioritise.

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I already have some stuff planned, but please give me some time to write all of this up – unfortunately, I am a slow writer with a whole ass job. This will be an ongoing event, just a little project I will chip away at.

Reblogs are appreciated, thanks everyone!

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Corrupted

(Sub!Chelsea x Dark Dom!Piper)

Warnings: This is dark content so you have been warned, Corruption kink, Worshiping, Thigh Slapping, Slapping, Choking, Gagging with Fingers, And the use of Angel, Good Girl, and Goddess (Chelsea calls Piper that)

Chelsea watched as Piper snatched the tag title from her. "I'm your tag partner now." Piper spoke darkly, looking into Chelsea's eyes, which caused Chelsea to nod, "Oh, okay." 

Chelsea went out for her match against Raquel Piper came with her "introducing her opponent from Victoria, Canada, accompanied by Piper Niven. CHELSEAAAA GREENNN" 

Chelsea began fighting with Raquel, and of course Raquel was getting the best of her. She tried her hardest. 

Piper shook her head. "Stupid fucking girl," she mumbled. She got up on the ring, distracting the ref, which also distracted Raquel. Piper jumped down when Chelsea did the roll-up on Raquel, getting the three-count. 

Chelsea rolled out the ring quickly. She was joined by Piper, and they got backstage. "I told you you needed me; you will always need me." Piper looked Chelsea in the eyes. 

Chelsea didn't know how she ended up here, but she did. "Piper, I don't know if I'm going to be able to take that." She stared at the strap; it was a few inches bigger than they normally use. "Angel, don't you want to make me happy?" Piper looked at Chelsea with a fake upset look.

Chelsea quickly spoke up. "Yes, goddess, of course I do. I'm sorry. I can take it." Piper smirked. "That's a very good girl."

Chelsea spread her legs, letting Piper get in between them. She gagged on three of Piper's fingers when they were shoved in her mouth. 

"I gotta get my strap nice and wet. I don't want to hurt that pretty cunt of yours, angel." Piper took her fingers out, stroking her strap with them. 

Chelsea's mouth fell open when she looked down, watching Piper push into her cunt. She gripped the couch, whimpering. 

"Look at you just sucking me in; it's okay, breathe." Piper smirked, fully pushing into Chelsea. "And you said you couldn't take me." She noticed the bulge in Chelsea's stomach. She pressed on it, listening to Chelsea's gasp.

Piper held back a moan. Chelsea looked like a slight mess, and she hadn't even started. She began thrusting, listening to Chelsea's moans and whines. She kept her thrusts harsh and fast. "Goddess, please." chelsea whines 

Piper slapped Chelsea's thigh. "You are going to take what I give to you, understand, angel?"

Chelsea nodded, which earned her a slap in the face. "Words." Piper went dark. "Yes, goddess, I'll take what you give me." Piper smirked. "Good girl."

Chelsea moaned when Piper pulled her into a rough kiss, their tongues colliding with each other. She felt her orgasm get close. 

"Damn, already close angel, that's kind of pathetic." Piper smirked, teasing her, which caused Chelsea to whine, "Stop whining like a baby; you know better." Piper gripped Chelsea's neck. 

"Can I cum goddess, please?" Chelsea looked Piper in the eyes. Oh, Piper could cum at the pathetic site she made of Chelsea. "Yes, Angel, go ahead," Chelsea moaned loudly when she came all over Pipers Strap. 

Piper kept thrusting. She was going to make Chelsea give her one more. Chelsea tried to pull away. "Goddess, please." A moan got caught in her throat when Piper choked her. "Stop fucking running. You are going to give me one more. Got it, angel."

Chelsea's mind went cloudy. Her senses were gone; all she could focus on was Piper and how Piper was making her feel. She let out a broken moan when she came all over Pipers Strap again. Chelsea whined when Piper pulled out. 

"Good girl, look at the mess you made; the couch is soaked." Piper smirked. She took the strap off. "Goddess, may I please?" Chelsea spoke up. Piper raised her eyebrow. "May you what, angel?" 

"Eat you out." Chelsea looked at Piper with doe eyes, and Piper spoke up, "Yes, you can." Piper laid back and said, "You know what to do." Chelsea, on shaky legs, quickly got between Pipers legs. Her mouth quickly went on Pipers cunt, sucking her clit and gripping her thighs. Chelsea moaned at Pipers taste. Piper let out a moan while watching Chelsea eat her out so desperately. 

"Fuck right there, angel, yes, such a good girl." Piper moaned, gripping Chelsea's hair as she slightly fucked her face. Piper let out a loud moan, her thighs closing around Chelsea's head. She came 

Piper opened her thighs, looking at Chelsea, who swallowed her cum and licked her clean. "Did I do good?" Chelsea looked at Piper. "Yes, Angel, so good." 

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Forbidden Euphoria [Chapter 3]

As a tipsy Jungkook stumbles into your home, he's determined to reveal the depths of his feelings, setting the stage for an intimate moment.

Tags: Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook finally talks about his non-monogamous lifestyle. He's also a bit drunk but still very much adorable. Warning: He becomes slightly dominant at the end of the chapter (it's going to get worse so brace yourself).

Length: 2.1k words

A/N: I cut the chapter off just as things get spicy, so if you're interested, the next chapter is already published, and it's very nasty, lol.

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As you hurriedly open the door, your heart races with anticipation. The reason for your flustered state becomes apparent as Jungkook's eyes scan you from head to toe. Caught off guard, you realize you are only dressed in a pink, satin, ruffled peignoir, exuding a Victoria's Secret style elegance, having rushed out of the bathroom after he called to let you know he was in the neighborhood.

In contrast, Jungkook stands before you, dressed entirely in denim - blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a matching blue denim jacket. His black curls cascade gracefully over his handsome face, adding an irresistible charm to his rugged appearance.

"C'mon baby," he whispers softly, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. As you draw closer, a subtle scent of alcohol lingers, and surprisingly, you find it endearing, making your heart skip a beat. Despite his drunken state and the rude behavior he displayed earlier, you can't resist falling harder for him. Being in his arms feels just right.

You gently try to pull away, wanting to get a better look at him. Your eyes meet a vision of a slightly intoxicated Jungkook, his eyes glistening like stars, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and his affectionate nature radiating from him as he holds you close. His drunken charm is undeniable, and you can't help but find him absolutely adorable.

"Jungkook, look at me," you gently implore, trying to meet his sad puppy eyes. "I don't think we can discuss right now; you're too drunk," you explain, concerned about the earnest conversation he wants to have.

He gazes back at you with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I can discuss right now; it's what I came for in the first place," he insists, his words tinged with a touch of slurred speech.

"Okay, please follow me," you say, leading him with care to the kitchen. It feels unusual to have him in your intimate space, but you secretly enjoy the domestic vibe it brings.

You both settle at the kitchen table, and you pour him a generous glass of water, hoping to help him sober up. He takes it with diligence, holding onto it like a lifeline.

"I know you saw me earlier," he starts cautiously. "And I'm sorry about that. It feels like we should have talked before that," he admits, revealing a hint of regret.

You sense his desire to be honest, and it warms your heart. "It's alright. Let's talk now," you say, offering him understanding. "So… are you like… in an open relationship?" you inquire, your heart racing as you broach the subject.

He nods slowly, explaining, "She understands that I value my independence and can't conform to expectations. I cherish my freedom."

The revelation heats your cheeks, as he seems to confirm that he's free to be with others while you yearn for exclusivity with him, feeling a tinge of bitterness. You nod your head as if you understand, even if that's not the case. You can acknowledge his feelings without necessarily sharing them.

You need to ask him another question that has been nagging at you all day, no matter if it makes you seem clingy or bothersome. If you want to make a decision about what comes next, you must get to know him better. "I also need to know why you disappeared today. I was hoping we would behave like adults after what happened between us. I was kind of disappointed with your attitude." you express, your voice tinged with a mix of frustration and hurt as you try to understand his actions.

"I was busy reporting our trip to our boss. He kept me occupied all day long, probably wanting me to prove I had been useful during the deal. I couldn't even take a break to eat lunch. I thought you'd be more at ease not seeing me right away. I promise I wasn't ignoring you. I would never do that," he explains, his words carrying a hint of sincerity, but you can't help but feel torn. Despite his explanation, a part of you still wonders if there's more to the story. 

"I really want to believe you. The thing is, I don’t know you well enough. And I don’t know if I can actually share you with someone else; it doesn’t feel right," you admit, grappling with your feelings and fears about the situation. As you speak those words, you can feel the weight of the decision, both painful and necessary, settling in the air between you.

"I understand," Jungkook responds softly, his vulnerability shining through. "I don't want to cause you any pain, so the decision is yours."

You take a deep breath, appreciating his honesty. "Thank you for understanding. It means a lot to me," you reply, feeling a sense of relief that he's not pressuring you into something you're not ready for.

"I am very much interested in seeing you, for many reasons beyond sex. If that's not good enough, I understand," Jungkook continues, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he anxiously awaits your response. Taking a deep breath, he gathers his thoughts and continues, "You're beautiful, smart, and funny, and you can get whoever you want. I genuinely want to spend time with you and get to know you on a deeper level," he emphasizes, his voice soft and sincere, his genuine desire to build a meaningful connection evident.

He pauses, his emotions laid bare, vulnerability shining through. "I have feelings for you, and I want to continue seeing you, but I have to be honest with myself and with you – I can't offer exclusivity at this moment," he admits, his words filled with raw honesty and a touch of insecurity.

As Jungkook's words wash over you, a wave of mixed emotions floods your senses. His sincere admiration makes you feel seen and valued. You take a moment to savor the feeling of being appreciated, the affirmation that you're not imagining the connection between you two.

In that moment, the other woman becomes a distant thought, pushed to the periphery of your mind. All that matters is the electric energy between you and Jungkook, the undeniable chemistry that seems to bind you together. It's as if the world fades away whenever your eyes meet, leaving only the two of you in an intimate bubble of understanding.

The idea of letting this connection slip away becomes unfathomable. You can't imagine walking away from something that makes you feel so alive, so wanted. It dawns on you that this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the kind of connection that some people spend their whole lives searching for.

In this moment, you realize that you want to take the risk, to explore this connection and see where it leads. You're ready to embrace the journey, knowing that it might not be smooth or easy, but the possibility of something extraordinary is worth it.

As your eyes lock once more, a rush of emotions surges through you, and you find the courage to speak your truth. The words tumble out, a mix of vulnerability and conviction, "I feel the same way, Jungkook. I don't want to walk away from this either. Let's take it one step at a time and see where it leads us," The weight of your admission hangs in the air, and for a moment, time seems to stand still as you wait for his response. But to your relief, a warm smile spreads across Jungkook's face, his eyes filled with understanding and appreciation. He takes a moment to compose himself, his gaze unwavering, as he shares his thoughts, "I'm glad you're open to it. I promise to be present and genuine in every step we take together," he adds, his voice steady and sincere. You find yourself in awe of Jungkook's genuine and caring approach to this blossoming connection. He truly values your feelings and aims to build a relationship based on trust and open communication.

As you rise from your chair with caution, the wooden floor beneath your feet feels cool and reassuring but the physical sensation barely registers in your mind as your attention remains fixed on Jungkook's eyes.. They follow your every move as you approach him, his gaze meeting yours with curiosity.

Jungkook's glass of water sits half-empty on the table, and you notice a small condensation ring forming beneath it. The conversation you just had seems to have had an effect on him, as he appears more composed and focused now.

Drawing nearer, you take measured steps until you're standing face to face, your eyes locked in an unspoken connection. You decide to squat down to be at his eye level, wanting to create a sense of intimacy and openness.

Your heart beats faster, the sound of it pounding in your ears. Your voice emerges, a mix of steadiness and vulnerability, as you share your fears. "I'm afraid of being jealous. Wouldn't you be jealous if you saw me with another man?" you inquire, your words laced with a hint of uncertainty and a touch of teasing playfulness.

The air seems to hang heavy with anticipation, as if time itself has paused, waiting for Jungkook's response. You hold your breath, hoping for an honest answer.

As you watch Jungkook, you notice the impact of your words on him, evident in the transformation of his large brown eyes. They darken, revealing a depth of emotion that wasn't there just two minutes ago. Nervously, his tongue fiddles restlessly with the piece of metal, betraying his agitation. His mind seems to be in a whirlwind as he struggles to find the right response, the words eluding him momentarily.

Suddenly, he rises from his seat, pushing the chair back with a jarring noise that startles you. Jungkook's commanding tone leaves no room for hesitation as he orders, "Stand up." Your body instinctively obeys, though you're not entirely sure why. There's something about the intensity of his presence that compels your compliance.

"I don't think you could see someone else," he asserts with unwavering conviction. His challenging tone piques your playful side, and you want to test the boundaries of his emotions to see if he's truly capable of feeling jealousy.

"And why is that?" you respond, maintaining a teasing demeanor, wanting him to understand what it's like to experience jealousy and to recognize the strength of his own feelings.

"Because I'll make you feel so good every day that there'll be no room for another man in your life. That's my promise. You won't need anyone else to fulfill you," he declares, his voice brimming with determination and possessiveness.

As Jungkook's words wash over you, you can't help but emit a small moan, a sound you hadn't even realized was escaping your lips. It's your own, a reaction to the intensity of his declaration. Despite understanding the possessiveness in his words and the contradiction of a man unable to offer his heart to just one person, you find yourself unable to resist the thrill that surges through you.

His gaze intensifies, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an almost predatory focus. "Look at you, you're already moaning, and I haven't even laid a finger on you yet," he says, his voice low and husky. You feel a rush of arousal course through you, a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the intensity of his gaze and the suggestive undertone of his words. Your cheeks flush, and you find it hard to tear your eyes away from his captivating stare, fully aware of where he wants to take you.

In that moment, as the charged silence hangs in the air, you take a moment to reflect on what you truly desire. 

"Do you want me to help you release some tension?" Jungkook purrs, his voice laced with seduction and a genuine concern that surprises you. "I did say I wanted to make it up to you," he adds, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek in a tender gesture that contrasts with the provocative atmosphere surrounding you.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Dani hellooo!

Okay so life had been pretty hectic lately but I've finally been given a break-that lasts until tomorrow but still a break. So I got around reading Joan's and Cami's chapter and what do you know, I absolutely loved them! And Cami, she is in fact a bitch but it suits her so we love her. So many things I have to say, my notes app got filled up again so this will be long😅

So you're telling us, Theia, who is referred to as the nicest person ever saw a Latina/Desi (bad) bitch and a French asshole and went MINE? That's very sexy of her. Honestly who can blame her, Cami and Lance for the win

Not saying I need to see the scene where Kincaid used the phrase Regine taught him to Arthur but ummm I kinda do, I bet he was blushing the while time. So cutee

Regine's crush on Kincaid feels very suss, like she doesn't actually know him so she has a crush on the idea of this warrior and not on the actual person

Okay, I thought Theia was distant from Regine(as it was mentioned in Joan's chapter) because of the way she treated Lance but apparently that's not the case?

I think I kinda ship Joan and Regine, but Régine said she's straight and I want to be respectful to her sexuality so I'll contain my fangirlirng over them

Kinda irrelevant but this came to me when I was reading it: David/Arthur/Lance/Regine French nicknames for Max/Kincaid/Theia/Joan: Mon ange/Mon nounours/Mon belle fleur/Mon soldat-chevalerie ( the last two were my addition yes I'm delulu)

Did everyone find out about Lance getting hurt? How did they react-besides Joan(curious about Rafael/Theia, especially Rafe because I'm sure he would want to be there for his nephew but he couldn't)

Theia's thoughts to Lance becoming a whore? Is she trying stuff with other people too? Also, why did Lance become a whore? I feel he's very similar to TLND Max at this point

Love Cami for not believing that Lance can hurt Idris. How are the movie nights between the cousins going? Please tell me they still have those

"They’ll turn on each other. They’ll turn on you. You wait and watch.” :feels like a thing that will happen when Kyle and Victoria find out about everything

I have a bad feeling that Theia won't become Inquisitor or Cami won't become consul and I hate it

The more Rafael is forced to support the Idris Patrol the more scared I get -you know how sometimes you say something and someone you don't like or respect agrees with you and you kinda ask yourself if maybe you're wrong? I feel like that's Rafael right now- at least I think he should be concerned for agreeing with Kyle when it comes to the Idris Patrol

Alec calling David a Lightwood Bane, supporting him and putting bigoted baby shadowhunters in their place-what a bad bitch, he is the real GOAT

Also what's with Régine trash talking about the residents of the New York Institute to everyone, including Joan and Cami? They are family? What even?

Regine was spying on Joan-nice

Okay theory about what David is hiding (because I believe he is hiding something): David wants to become immortal so Max never becomes Other Max or David is practicing necromancy (because they joked about it and now I'm scared-a joke is never just an innocent joke when you're concerned)

Okay IALS related but I had to because the thought made me laugh: When Jaden was voted sexiest man alive, some people said that Max was way sexier. I want to imagine David would've liked and reposted all of those tweets (from a fake account obviously)

Okay so I saw the David was more likely to cheat and I have to ask- do you mean he would cheat on other people with Max or cheat on Max with other people- even if it's people who look/act like him? Because I can see the first one happening but the second not so much and I'm kinda curious what you think

Also I kinda miss TLND Mavid so I reread some chapters and a thought came to me: how do you think their first fight would go after they got together? Would Max be scared that David will leave him?

Okay I'm done, told you this would be long. Anyways, how are you? Hope you're finishing up with all the projects and finally have some time off to relax and do things you enjoyy🌷

PS: Here's a tik tok of Lewis being Lewis that I'm sure was created by David

Not me responding to this ask as a 'reward' after a hard day of work (my weirdness is quite unique yes).

Theia likes the baddies. Pass it on. Also, she is a blackthorn. Of course, she is attracted to unhinged behaviour.

That phrase is in Arthur's chapter and I'd like to think it was very cute indeed hehe.

She also likes him because she thinks he will 'avenge' her father...

Theia was mad. But not for long. I think it's mentioned somewhere that Theia is too nice to people. So, I guess she forgave Regine for being a lil bitch.

Joan and Regine give me major sapphic feels. But I shall keep it to myself...for now.

I love the bonus pet names. I might borrow them 👀

Lance actually didn't get hurt. He can't get hurt because he has demons protecting him. The only people who can physically hurt Lance are Kincaid and Lance himself. And maybe Lucifer idk. As for their reaction, I'm sure Theia must have felt really scared, but also sad about not being able to reach out. As for Rafael, it's mostly guilt and helplessness 🥹

Theia is a little heartbroken about Lance 'moving on'. She is not dating/sleeping with anyone. She's in too deep oof. As for Lance, we'll talk more about his whore phase later.

I regret to inform you that movie nights are almost nonexistent now. Like once a year or so. Even then it's very awkward. We have all the entire LB fam getting together in magnus' chapter so we'll some stuff then...

i am anticipayshaun 😬

I am not anticipayshaun 😭

I think Rafael is definitely concerned about agreeing with Kyle - and the Council. But that is, alas, the tricky thing about running a democratic government. He has to agree with the majority.

ALEC IS INDEED THE GOAT.

Idk what kind of drugs Regine is on but she is trashtalking without care lmao.

Once again, idk what Regine is doing. Petition for Antoine to check on his sister.

But I love jokes 🥺 I can tell you that David is indeed hiding a secret. But I won't tell you what 😘

This unhinged whore, like LH himself, likes unhinged tweets from his real account (Can you imagine the chaos? I doubt it happened. BUT STILL)

This is an essay question. But i can see him cheating either way. It falls under "you always get what you want" and "you are greedy" narratives we see around David. I don't think it's cheating for the sake of sex or whatever. I'm sure he'll have a "reason" behind it. But I can see him cheating on Max. Think of what's going on with Other Max. There is a complete lack of guilt from his side...

This is SO weird, Vicky! Because I was literally thinking about it over the weekend. As in, about their first fight. I think it would be over something very pointless. But Max's separation anxiety would 100% act up and there will be a lot of angst and then a lot of fluff and reassurance. Oof. Great minds think alike.

I've officially written to all my clients and said "I'm on vacay after dec 15" but now the question is how many of these assholes are actually going to listen and respect that 🫠

I'm sorry you've been having a hectic time too! PETITION FOR US TO ALL GO ON VACAYS IMMEDIATELY. I hope you are doing some self-care stuff (like me answering your asks lol).

Hearing from you always makes me smile and gives me serotonin 💙

[prettypinkporkchop]

hi !! if it's not too much trouble, can i request a quil x reader where they just got together after finding out she's his imprint and they're at the graduation party at the cullens, when they find out about victoria and her army, and reader's really pissed at bella and jacob for "making" the wolves fight as well

You stand there, pissed. You couldn't believe what's really happening. You are staring at Bella, zoned out with anger. You can see Edward next to her, staring right back at you. "No." You turn to Quil. Everyone looks at you. "I'm not a shifter or a vampire, but can't we all see that this wouldn't be happening if Bella wasn't involved with you guys." You snap. Edward stands up warningly. "Don't you think I already feel guilty enough?" Bella spits. "Not guilty enough!" You yell. "Woah, baby." Quil grabs you into him.

Quil takes your hand as you guys leave the party. "Y/n, you can't jump into our fights." Jacob warns. "Not really your place to tell me that. And it's your fault we are in this mess." Quil grabs Jacob's shoulder. "Hey, she's my imprint." He warns. "I need to talk to you... alone." You gesture toward Jacob and Embry. Quil looks at you with a knowing face. "Okay. Let's walk back this way." He takes your hand and leads you the opposite way of where Jake and Embry are walking. "We'll make it to the same place." He affirms.

Once you guys get far enough and are in the trees, you stop walking. He turns back, looking at you. You two are standing so close. You want to kiss him and make all of this disappear.

"Quil, i.." You start and then sigh. He lightly grabs your chin, "Baby, I won't judge you."

"I'm very, very, very mad at Bella. I'm also mad at Jacob. Because of her, all of this is happening. Now, you guys are involved because of Jake!" You blurt out. "Hey, hey. You know I won't get hurt." He cooes. You groan and push him away slightly. "I know that! She's just so... UGH! And there's always a possibility, Quil. You're stronger than strong, but you're not invincible." He puts a finger to your lips. "Jake is coming. Please, don't be angry with him." He says very sweetly. Within seconds, sticks snap. "Oh, you're angry with me? You know nothing about being a shifter." Jacob snorts. Quil pushes him back. "Don't fucking push my buttons, Black. Don't you ever talk to her like that." Quil growls. You get in between them and stare up at Jacob. "This is all because of your stupid ass refusing to get over a mediocre leech lover! Don't make this everyone's problem!" You yell and point your finger in his face.

Embry grabs Jacob's arm as he starts to get mad. "Jake, leave it alone. C'mon." Embry tries. Jake begins to walk away. Embry faces you with a sad look. "I understand, y/n. I agree with you there, sister." He smiles and follows Jake. Quil softly grabs your arm and pulls you into him. "Let's go home." He picks you up and carries you.

You stare up at Quil and softly trace over his face. Your back is on the bed while he's leaning on the headboard of your bed. "You're so beautiful." He whispers. "Don't go." You beg. He looks so torn. He sighs before pulling you on him. "Babe, if I could change all of this, I would. But, this is part of being an imprint. I hate it. I hate it for you. You're not alone. Emily has been going through this for a good while. She can help you! I can promise you, I'll always return. Always." You watch his brown eyes become emotional. No tears, but you know he's holding them back. You lean down and smash your lips on his. He instantly kisses you back. His lips are soft, and his skin is burning into you. You kiss with more passion, gliding your tongue into his mouth. He kisses back using his tongue too. His breath is so yummy. You bring your fingers into his hair and softly pull. He grunts and kisses you harder.

YUP.