#not exactly dial a prayer ~asks~

[withleeknow]

genre/warnings: friends with benefits au. pwp. smut right under the cut. minors dni.

note: yeah i don't even remember what i thought about yesterday that made me do this. i was possessed. i always wanna set myself on fire after i post smut bye don't perceive me

main masterlist / blurb masterlist / ko-fi

hyunjin, who knows exactly how to make you feel better after a long and tiring day. you'd called him right as you clocked out at work, not having even left the office building when you were dialing his number impatiently, demanding asking him to meet you at your place in thirty minutes.

hyunjin, who's already standing by your front door with a cocky smile you arrive home. but you're too strung out today to indulge in pleasantries with him. you both know what you're not here to exchange small talk. sometimes, he calls you to help him deal with his stress and frustrations. today, it's you who's in need of his assistance.

hyunjin, who's got you pressed against the wall about half a minute after you unlock the door and usher the both of you inside. "want me to make you forget?" he tilts his head, a shadow of a smirk in his voice and yet, there's something so gentle in the way he asks for your confirmation.

hyunjin, who drops to his knees the second you give him the green light, glancing up at you with mischievous eyes before he gets to work. your pants are off in no time, though he opts to leave your panties on as he nudges his nose against the fabric, flicks his tongue over the wet patch on the cotton where he knows your clit is.

hyunjin, who gives you your first orgasm of the night just like that, licking you through the layer separating you and him, making you cream your panties in mere minutes while you try to hold yourself up against the wall, your fingers weaved through his hair to push his face closer to your core.

hyunjin, who discards your soaked underwear soon after, spreading your legs further open and diving in until his tongue makes direct contact with you, trailing his way from your entrance to your clit, cleaning you up just to make you messy again.

hyunjin, whose skilled fingers join the fun, slipping inside of you with ease while his tongue never relents. he relishes in every sound you make, every whimper and broken moan, the way your thighs shake around his head and the clench of your velvety walls around his digits when he hits your sweet spot.

hyunjin, who's practically an expert on everything you like. he knows every button to push, knows how to curl his fingers to get you to make a very particular sound that he likes. knows how to bring you to the edge and reel you back in and repeats the process a few times so the pleasure would be amplified tenfold for when you do come again. that's how he gets you to gush once, twice more for him, with his name tumbling out of your mouth like a fallen prayer.

hyunjin, who licks his fingers clean afterward, then rises to his feet and kisses you deeply with you still smeared all over his lips and coated on his tongue.

hyunjin, who carries you to your room like a proper gentleman, laying you gently on the bed as if he hadn't just given you three earth-shattering orgasms with his mouth and fingers alone.

hyunjin, who removes the rest of your clothes before he strips himself naked. you keep your legs open as you watch him eye you with lust-blown pupils, his hand wrapping around his hardened length. he stares at your core that's still glistening with your earlier release, biting his lip and slowly pumping his cock until it's heavy as a fucking rock and leaking at the tip.

hyunjin, who makes your eyes roll back in pure bliss when he pushes inside of you, bottoms out and immediately sets a steady pace. he knows you can take it and he knows you need it, so he rocks into you as hard as you beg him to, hard enough that the only coherent thing coming out of your mouth is hyune, hyune, hyune..., his name repeated on your lips like you're a broken record.

hyunjin, who holds off his own release just to make sure you get there first. he sucks on your nipples and flicks your clit just the way you like, all the while still thrusting into you until he feels you clench around his cock, your breathing becoming more and more ragged by the second, until your orgasm crests and you're crying out, your walls convulsing around him as your body shakes underneath him.

hyunjin, who fucks you through your high and then some. when you whine from the overstimulation, he pulls out and shuffles up the bed, moving over your form until his tip is pressed against your lip. "open," he says, and you do exactly that, albeit a little lazily after being fucked to heaven and back again. he slides further into the warmth of your mouth before his hips start thrusting shallowly.

hyunjin, who throws his head back in utter euphoria as you suck him off. it doesn't take long before he's coming undone, shooting ropes of warm cum right down your throat, and you happily swallow all of it despite the way your eyes brim with tears upon reflex.

hyunjin, who collapses next to you on the bed after you've milked him for all that he's worth. when you turn to him, wearing a fucked-out smile and thanking him for tonight, he only rolls closer and throws an arm over your waist, "glad to be of service."

[writingsonsaturn]

i'll find you - tim bradford

{ masterlist }

🪐: heyyyyy, please take this fic as an apology for being gone so long, love you pookies <3

word count: 2.06k

content warning: fem!reader, kidnapping, violence, fluff, this is pretty tame but always put your mental health first! (absolutely not proofread)

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Three days. It had been three days since Tim last saw your face. Three days since his purpose in life had been up and taken from him, as if it wasn't ever really there to begin with. 

His alarm sounded off early with no remorse as the dreaded ringing disrupted his peaceful sleep with you next to him groaning to “please shut that damn thing off.” He had smiled at your unwillingness to succumb to the early morning, and kissed your forehead before promptly getting up and heading for the bathroom. Moments before he left he walked into your shared bedroom, giving you a quick “I love you” and a kiss on your lips even after your protests to morning breath, before heading out the door.

He had gone over the morning in his head as if it were a prayer. He had come home after his shift to immediate alarm bells ringing throughout his head, the handle on the door had been smashed, various items littered the hardwood floor, and splotches of blood smeared across the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. 

His shouts of your name cut through the eerie atmosphere he called home as he was met with a silence that was impossibly loud, and with a frantic hand dialed 911 to report a missing person with the indication of foul play. He made sure to clear the house of any active threat, heart pounding every time he rounded a corner with the fear of seeing your lifeless body sprawled on the floor, he was unsure whether or not to feel relieved.

Just because you weren't dead in the house, doesn't mean you weren't dead period.  

The image alone nearly made his knees buckle and heart give out on spot, he made his way outside to sit on the steps that lead to the beautiful house you two had bought together. His mind was racing with endless outcomes and possibilities, he was unaware of how much time had passed before blue and red lights came into his field of view, loud sirens just barely breaking him out of the rabbit hole he was falling down. 

Grey arrived in his personal vehicle Luna fast on his heels, she had insisted on coming with the moment she heard Tim’s panicked and wobbling voice break through the quiet of their night. The four of you had gone on double dates a decent amount of times, and she’d be damned if Wade forced her to sit and watch while you were missing and Tim was breaking at the seams.

Tim recounted everything up until the moment everyone arrived, every text and moment shared between you two before you essentially went radio silent, the last two hours of Tim’s shift you hadn’t responded to his text asking if he needed to bring takeout home or if you two would make dinner together when he got home. 

A feeling sat low in his gut warning him about your absence, but he ignored it, since he was in the middle of booking an important lead in a narcotics investigation. Guilt was eating his insides alive, yelling and clawing at his soul, damning him for not following through with the churning in his stomach, begging him to notice something before it was too late.

Everyone in the station was working overtime to figure out what exactly happened to you, Lucy and John went to ask people you had visited that day if they had seen you acting out of character while Angela and Nyla worked as the lead detectives in your case, all of them were left baffled and confused as nothing popped up with red flags. 

No ransom note. No intimidating phone calls. No sign of you.

Tim refused to go home, refused just about everything until you were found safe. Lucy even called his sister begging her to knock some sense into her brother before he killed himself. She did the best she could by asking if he could at least sleep in a break room as long as she took his spot and kept him informed the moment she was told anything. He was reluctant but decided that the best way to find you was if he was well rested and in the right state of mind.

He woke up with a grunt, any sort of shut eye he attempted to get was flooded with images of you battered and bruised. Screaming out for him to save you, everytime he got close you were once again ripped out of his reach, his fingertips just grazing your hand before being brutally awoken but the reality that settled over him.

Making his way out of the breakroom he let his fingers roam over the kink in his neck, he looked around to find his sister combing through the only thing she was really allowed to do which was look over surveillance footage that you could have possibly shown up on.  

The two sat there for hours of footage, pleading to whatever was listening to see you or something that could lead him to you. 

Just before they moved on to the next camera Tim noticed an anomaly, a deep blue toyota came into his neighborhood at 9:47pm and left at 10:00pm with no regard for the stop sign lining the exit and a little more rush than when the driver entered. They did their best to follow the car through different intersections and for a split second the car had got on the interstate Tim noticed his back tail light had been kicked out and a bloody hand replaced it.

The heart pumping blood through his body stopped abruptly, his throat closed for a quick second before screaming out “I have her!”

Everyone gathered around, looking at the footage and urgently getting to work to find out who the vehicle belongs to and where to find them. Time felt as if it was moving at the speed of light, Angela announcing that she found the driver and giving his long list of charges. 

Rage and fear coursed through Tim’s veins, his finger played with the metal band that decorated his hand so nicely, pleading with the world to not take you away from him. He had found the second half of his soul, you were his blood, you were his entire being, and if you were stolen away from him he would burn the world to the ground. 

Luckily, the car was relatively new meaning it had a GPS chip attached to the cars system. Four to five cop suvs pulled up to the abandoned warehouse, metro and swat following close behind, it may have seemed excessive but you were one of their own, you brought homemade fresh cookies every friday, and knew everyone’s birthday ensuring everyone had a nice card and cake waiting for them after their shift. You made the station feel right and everything had felt off the moment your bright light was suddenly ripped away.

Cautious and careful swat went in first, sweeping the grounds before the rest came in with their gun raised and fury bleeding out of their eyes. Tim and Lucy cut a corner to the left, opening the three doors that lined the right side; at the last door they entered, disappointment started to drip down Tim’s spine. “Tim, we’ll find her, she got to b-” Lucy cut herself off when her eye caught an uneven side of the wall, narrowing her eyes she walked over and started lightly tapping and jimmying the part of the wall until it finally gave way and she moved it to the side revealing another room.

Tim felt his world pause when he noticed a body laying in view, he took a deep breath and went in through the hole the wall was covering. “Oh my god, baby, hey” Tim’s quick words met your ears, your wrists and ankles were chained together, and a gag was placed between your lips. 

Tears fell down your cheeks at the touch of your lover, Tim took out the gag holding your face between his hands and gently moving your head around to check for any sign of head injury. Lucy was quick to try and take the chains off, hurrying to ask across the radio for bolt cutters which swat was fast at accommodating. The moment the chains were off you wrapped yourself around Tim, tucking your face into his neck while crying for him to take you home.

He held you close against him, giving you soft reassurances that he was going to take you home the moment the doctors said he could, “I'm never leaving you again, you hear me?” Tim whispered into your hair and carried you out into the safety of a police car. Metro called over the radio that your captor was found, and was going to be escorted out to a car.

You visibly tensed at the thought of seeing the man and Tim was quick to shut the door to the shop and calm you down to the best of his ability. “I was so scared” you admitted, keeping a white knuckled grip on his bullet proof vest, “i know, baby, i know” he empathized rocking you two side to side until the evil was gone and he was able to get you into the back of an ambulance, he quietly thanked everyone with a quick nod before the doors of the ambulance were slammed shut.

You had many cuts and bruises littering your arms and legs, only one serious cut that would require stitches but other than that you seem physically okay. Not once did Tim’s hand leave yours, you squeezed his hand like a lifeline, and he watched as you started to calm down, slowly talking you through breathing exercises and assuring you that you’re safe and with him. 

Once the two of you had gotten to the hospital doctor’s were already on standby, and as was Wade. Tim explained to you he would be right outside and that he needed to talk to Wade, you nodded slowly with a glint of panic in your eyes that was quickly eased when Luna appeared to keep you company while the boys talked. She hugged you and made sure you had water and were as comfortable as you could be. 

“The man who took her broke the moment Harper stepped in the room, he said he was looking for a nice house to be able to steal a couple of things to pay of his debts to his drug dealer” Wade paused, “taking a captive was never his plan but he explained she was a witness and he needed to take her because he didn’t want her calling the cops.” he finished with a bit of bewilderment in his tone. Wade continued to explain that you had fought him tooth and nail before he called one of his buddies who provided the chains and helped chain you up.

Tim felt a bubble of pride at how hard you fought your unwelcome guest and never let up even when you were chained, when he had seen you in the light he noticed the irritation on your wrists and ankles indicating your continuous pulling at the restraints. Tim softly thanked Wade before relieving Luna and replacing her in the seat right next to you, Tim could tell you were exhausted and mentally drained. 

Fortunately the nurse had given you a bit of laughing gas to aid the pain of the stitches, by the end of the last thread you were on the verge of passing out. The doctor wanted you to stay overnight to watch out for signs of internal injuries they may have missed, Tim whispered sweet nothings into the air hoping you would fall asleep soon. 

“Tim, can you lay up here with me?” your hoarse voice croaked out, not a beat was missed as he climbed up on the bed and got you as comfortable as possible, “i love you” your voice was just barely over a whisper, “i love you more” Tim concluded pulling you into his chest and playing with your hair the best he could without knotting it any further. 

His love for you would go down in poetry, and worlds would collapse before he ever lost you.   

[jamneuromain]

Mean Daddy Pt.2

Logan Syverson x Reader (You)

Word Count: 1k

Warning: Mean!Sy, established relationship, pussy spanking, aftercare turns into foreplay(?), oral (implied), a whole lot of teasing, fluff.

Summary: Your mean daddy comes home ... and you're in for the night :]

A/N: For the record, I'm not sorry at all for the cliffhanger (and stretching this short fic into three parts...) @gummydummy19 :3

Find Part 1 here

This isn’t exactly what you had planned for tonight.

Well, technically you did plan for some spicy evening events, but you did not expect Sy to make changes to the timetable plan, and spend all afternoon and evening on your bed.

… eh, spending all day on you.

And the worst part is, you have passed out twice now, and except for bathroom breaks and snack breaks, Sy hasn’t stopped playing the game he invented, which has the name “How many times can you cum”.

Spoiler alert, you’ve both lost count, but that doesn’t stop him from playing.

The clock strikes nine, and you feel there’s not one good bone in your body.

Thankfully, it’s another snack break.

While munching on apple slices that Sy cut for you, you’ve turned on your laptop for a show called Family Feud. Basically, the show interviewed random 100 people on the street with some questions, and came back with the top six answers. Whichever team answers more, wins.

It’s less exciting, compared to the detective/murder ones you often enjoy, but this is what Sy needs, something light and funny, instead of the sound of gunshots that would make his body tense up.

“Young man,” the show host Steve Harvey asks, “Name something your girlfriend would do to your face.”

The shy boy on the screen covers his twitching lips with his fist, “Uh… I’m gonna say sit on it.”

The audience on the screen roars out laughter, while you can’t help but giggle simultaneously.

A light squeeze of your tummy dials your giggling down, having you remember the large beefcake wrapping around you with his thick arms and legs.

“C’mon, Sy, you can’t tell me that’s not funny.” You burst out a new fit of giggles, tugging on his bearded chin, without turning around, “Besides,” You try your best to cross your legs discreetly, not getting his attention that your pussy is dripping again, because, for Christ’s sake, your lady parts have been through literal Hell tonight, “it’s not like we haven’t tried it before.”

“Hmm.” Is his grumbling reply.

You let out an exhale of relief. It’s not your fault that your mind is filled with pure filth of how he used to bury his head between your thighs…

The show Family Feud goes on, but you allow the jests and laughs to slip by your ear, since your brain is occupied with porn, and wet your lips when you can almost feel his beard leaving a burn that would remain for days…

The calloused hand moves from your belly to your tits, weighing them in his palm.

Sy’s low timbre ghosts your ears, “Penny for your thoughts, sugar.”

Your pebbled peak rolls under his fingers involuntarily. No word comes out of your mouth except for a small whimper. God, you want him to eat you out, pin you down with one hand over your stomach and one hand groping your tits, swinging your legs over his broad shoulders, bringing you to the edge of ecstasy as you chant his name like a prayer.

“Want to grind on my face?” He proposes with his sinful lips, circling one hand painfully close to your weeping core, while flicking your nipple with the other. “Be a good little slut and ride Daddy like you were told to?”

“Uh-Uh-huh.” You nod eagerly. Your pussy feels raw and used, as if someone (Sy) has set fire to it, yet you could not resist the temptation of reaching your limit once again – what can you say, you never learn from the pain.

Sy admires your ruined body for a brief second, cupping your mound with his palm. You buck your hip to meet his fingers, but to your frustration, he holds his position without wavering, neither meeting your silent plea nor denying it. “Shit,” a sly smile hangs on the corner of his lips, “that desperate, huh? Fucking my hand like that? Poor baby.”

“Sy,” you whimper, struggling in his tightened grip, begging him with your teary eyes, “want you to kiss it and make it better, please Daddy.”

“Aww,” he coos softly, kissing the top of your head, “I like the sound of that.”

Smug bastard.

“Use your big-girl words, darlin’.” Sy traces a bead of sweat that disappears between your tits. His hand glides down your body, sneaking it under your thigh before pulling them wide open, earning a surprised squeal from your lips.

“Want t-to ride your face, Daddy.” You stutter as he lowers his head to kiss the carotid artery on the side of your neck, your fingers dig into his veiny arms that hold your thigh, “Want-ah!”

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” He feigns his curiosity, pretending he has no idea that he has just smacked your sensitive bundle of nerves, “Cat got your tongue? Can’t hear you though,” Sy smacks your pussy again, making you nearly jump from his embrace, “Don’ really know what you’re talking about, sugar.”

The harshness of the slaps adds to the numbness and the sting of your ruined hole, coating his hand with a shin of juices, which he wipes on the side of your thigh, glistening with the evidence of the betrayal of your body, even when it still hurts from the overstimulation during previous hours.

“Daddy,” you whine in embarrassment and a tinge of desperation, “Daddy, pleaaase.”

Sy chuckles behind you, manoeuvring himself to your front, pressing a bit harder on your stomach to have you lie down. Kissing both of your thighs, he spreads them wider than before – wide enough to fit a grown man and his shoulders in between – and trails a line of soft pecks on your lower abdomen, and finally, on your quivering pussy.

“Better make those pretty noises for me, darlin’,” Sy whispers while nibbling on your skin, lifting your thighs onto his shoulders - his favorite position. His tone drips a hint of darkness, both a threat and a promise, shooting a shiver down your spine, “If you ain’t screaming, you ain’t creaming.”

[heongiu]

Hi! Can I request a yandere Gun with reader who has had enough and wants to leave him for good?

hey Anon, tysm for the request! and ooooohh Yandere Gun?!..what a fun perspective to write about.

warnings: Yandere, slight abuse, manipulation, toxic and unhealthy relationship, mentions of abuse, gaslighting.

!Yandere! Gun x Reader ||

“Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW” He shouted at you, banging loudly from the bedroom.

it had been 2 years since you guys started dating, everything was merry and bliss until a month ago, he started acting strange towards you. At first it was unnoticeable, but slowly matters got out of hand. With his concerning possessiveness and manipulativeness, possibly also abusive behaviour. It was too late to leave when you had realized this all, your beloved boyfriend was not who he acted like in the beginning, the rabbithole was much, much profound.

And now you were sitting scared on the bathroom floor, your body shaking tremendously , tears sprawling out your eyes, the door was locked shut securely, but you knew it was not enough to keep him from entering in, You knew how indestructible he was.

“Y/n..if you open the door like a good girl, you can avoid getting hurt you know? and if you dont you know how bad it will be for you right?” his voice was reverberant, and his tone was threatening. There was not much time left until the door would get kicked open, and you would finally be dragged out of your protest. You couldn’t think much at all, not even think what to do, because in a situation as dark as this, nobody would.

And so the door was kicked down, and appeared who you had wished didn't. And with one Swift sway of his arm, he grabbed your wrists and hauled you out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom. He clutched your hands together tightly, almost an earth-shattering grip.

and with one more swing he threw you on the floor, his aura turned obsecurely belligerent with you.

You tried praying to each and every God ever known to existence, you wanted to break free, but none of your prayers were answered.

"Now answer me, why did you go to him?" He interrogated, his grip on you was stronger than ever, as you cried out in pain.

"G-Gun! Please hear me out!.. H-he was a good friend of mine! It's not anything serious at all-" and came a harsh slap across your cheek, he grabbed your chin and pulled your face close to his.

"Oh really?... What proof do you have to assure me you weren't doing shit with that bastard?" His voice was hoarse, as his eyes looked at your trembling figure with animosity.

"Y-you can call him!...a-ask him about yesterday.. Th-then you'll know.." You answered back, petrified.

maybe.. You shouldn't have gone there at all. Gun tossed you to the floor violently, grabbing your phone, and checking your contacts list. As he furiously scrolled over the various contact, he finally came across the guys contact number and dialed, walking around the bathroom impatiently.

Each passing second was making your skin crawl. As he took more and more time to pick up the call. And then.. He finally did.

"Hey ____? Yeah I wanted to ask what you and y/n did yesterday, it's nothing serious, I'm just curious, she wouldn't tell me herself so."

Gun spoke to the guy over the phone like they were best friends, his tone had completely transformed, it was... Just exactly like how he used to talk to you before. Seeing him change this way made tears sprawl out your eyes.

And so... His suspicions were confirmed...Wrong. And you took a deep, relieved sigh, but it was not... Over, yet.

"I'm glad it wasn't anything serious, but if you ever hang out with him again... I'll make sure you never see daylight again" he whispered close to your ear, as he grabbed your head from behind, pulling you closer.

"You do realise how much I love you, right? " he added as he brushed your cheek with his calloused hands, gently and softly.

"Y-yes..I do.." You murmured with a shaky mode of expression, you were still a lot traumatized from whatever just happened.

"Good, I love you so much, I'll keep you safe with me alright? Everyone else is using you, only I, can help you my love"

He kissed your forehead, before picking you up and putting you to bed.

[wannab-urs]

Outtakes - Monsterfucking

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy folks!

Here's a list of fics I've read where either the Pedro boy, the reader, or everyone involved is a monster of some sort.

Summaries and tags are, in most cases, provided by the author - please be sure to read them as some of these fics may have content you do not wish to read.

Pedro boys currently included are: Joel Miller, Ezra, Din Djarin, Dave York, Marcus Pike, Dieter Bravo, Jack Daniels, Frankie Morales, Oberyn Martell, Max Phillips, and Tim Rockford.

updated 5/24/2024

Demon

Met the Devil Last Night

Joel one shot by @pedgito

I made a joke about wanting to screw dirt-covered Joel even if he was deep in the trenches of hell and...well, yeah. This is pure filth and nothing else. Porn with minuscule plot, if you will

fem!reader, demon!joel, no specific age gap since dude is a literal demon, but reader is early 20s and I picture Joel to be his younger self (around 36), mentions of su*cidal ideations, this all a completely made up concept pls don't come for me about rituals, ect i will cry. virgin!reader, reader's father is a priest and horrible (just a total douche)/mother isn't alive, spitting, oral, unprotected piv, blood drinking, competency kink, innocence kink, mutual masturbation

In Every Lifetime

Ezra series by @xdaddysprincessxx

It’s fall of 1974 in your quiet small town of Chesterfield when everything falls apart. Or is it the beginning?

Reader is mid to late 20s, witchcraft, tarot, yes the witchy things depicted in this is real witchcraft things, use of Latin

Common Courtesies

Din one shot by @juletheghoul

Pride and Prejudice vibes but Mr. Darcy is a sex demon

**pussy-eating** language, age-gap (legal, reader is of age) dirty talk, supernatural elements, sexist society, sexist comments from readers father

Solum

Dave York one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Are you lost?" Your heart seizes with fear at the deep rumbling voice, head jerking to look in the direction it came from. It’s too dark. You can’t see anything. "Who’s—who’s there?" You ask, hoping you sound braver than you feel. "You didn’t answer my question,” it said. “Are you lost?' You swallow. You shouldn’t be here. You’ve never stepped foot in this building before today. You have no business here. But lost? No. You’re exactly where you set out to be.

SMUT, dubious consent [reader wants to be with him, but he's a demon so you know—it's a little influenced]—dead dove, this is horror and Dave York is an actual demon who kills people, graphic violence, body horror, a dash of blood kink, oral sex

Sell My Soul For You

Marcus P one shot by @absurdthirst

During girls night out, you accidentally dial your boyfriend, Marcus Pike. He hears you complain about how vanilla your sex life is and that you need to him to be more dominant. Marcus proves he’s willing to do anything to please you, even if the cost is his soul.

Angst, hurt feelings, demon possession, dominant!Marcus, oral (male and female receiving), face fucking, spanking, pussy slapping, spitting, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bondage/handcuffs, anal play, double penetration (fingers and cock), soft aftercare.

Incubus

Crawling Back to You

Dieter one shot by @prolix-yuy

Have you no idea that you're in deep?

religious corruption kink, bastardizing prayers, brief drug use, mentions of alcohol consumption, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breaking a hymen, descriptions of blood, biting and drawing blood, pheromone incubus anatomy, size difference/kink like whoa, monster transformation, monster fucking, PiV sex, wildly unrealistic sex, kind of dubious consent in the way that she has no idea what she's getting into so Dieter checks in A LOT, consent is sexy and monsters especially should ask for it, Reader has no idea what she's doing when it comes to summoning an incubus.

Dream Within a Dream

Ezra one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Your dreams have become the escape from your draining life. When you discover you are not alone in your dreamworld, will all the aspects lacking in your waking life be fulfilled by your handsome companion?

dream fucking, loss of virginity, depictions and deviations of supernatural lore, erotic gore

Cryptid

Mothman Fever

Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

You and your friends head to Point Pleasant, West Virginia in late September for the Mothman Festival. And that’s where you meet Joel Miller, a fellow Mothman enthusiast. But once you spend some time alone with him you realize that he’s not who he says he is.

Smut, canon divergence, semi-public sex, alcohol, no outbreak, pet names (luna), oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, PiV sex, sex pollen, dubcon, monsterfucking

Oh, Honey

Joel series by @lincolndjarin

you’ve been given a gift. a fresh start in a brand new place, the sleepy little town of Honey, WV. a distant aunt has passed away and left you a little plot of land and her camper, the stars must be aligning for you because the local mortician is looking for an assistant and you’re desperate for the work experience. your new employer even offers to set you up with her brother-in-law! things are looking up, you’ve got a brand new home, a new town, a hot date, (and thanks to a series of bear attacks that started immediately after your arrival) you have more than enough work to keep you busy!

Soulmates AU, eventual smut, teratophilia, graphic descriptions of violence, explicit descriptions of menstruation, graphic descriptions of the mortuary process, horror, depictions of extreme fear, body horror, graphic depictions of death, eldritch horror. this is a monster fucker fic, proceed accordingly

Sanguine

ˆEzra one shot by marisferasiop

since being turned as a boy into- whatever liminal state of cryptid he is now- Ezra has walked this earth ageless and alone, never finding his place or a partner for long. He interrupts your meal in the city one evening, and brings you home to strike up a deal; feed from him, alone, and keep one another safe from discovery. The fact that he finds his purpose under the soft graze of your teeth and home between your thighs is a nice side effect.

lots of blood, smut, soft yearning sweet boy Ezra, mapuche mythology and monsters, schmoop. Ezra is a subby little sap in this.

Tentacles

MDKT Sex Pollen

Joel one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Your patrol with Joel goes a little sideways

Dead Dove Do Not Eat/DDDNI, noncon/heavy dubcon, body horror, tentacles, mouth r*pe, double/triple penetration, bondage, non-consensual bondage, choking, deep throating, pheromones, sex pollen, tentacles, mind fuck/mind break, brainwashing, guilt, trauma, trauma bonding. Let me know if I missed anything.

Taungsdays, am I right?

Din one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

You awaken to find yourself and Din in an alien position.

Smut, dubcon/noncon, pheromones, tentacle sex, bondage, mind-fuck, alien sex, unprotected PiV, anal sex, double penetration, dirty talk

The Stranger the Better

Dieter one shot by @seventeenpins

Dieter gets tentacles. That's the fic.

uhhhh this one has a whole lot: importantly--TENTACLES!, lots of viscous body fluids, slight dubcon due to tentacles with a mind of their own??, buckets of cum, piv, tiv 👀, dieter is a switch, sex parasite, anal, masturbation, body horror, idk they're freaks and it's great, reader has a vulva but gendered language is not used

Dragon

Promise

Ezra one shot by @criticallyacclaimedstranger

You are taken from you village by a dragon, and he has an obscene proposition for you.

Human/Monster Romance, Monsterfucking, initial dubcon (sort of a damned if you do damned if you don't deal), dragon fucks reader, Breeding, Oviposition, Stomach Bulge, PIV Sex, Loss of Virginity, Painful Sex, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, dragon!ezra is really good with his tongue, Squirting, All's well that ends well though, seriously I don't know how to warn for this fic guys, dragon biology is weird, DON'T LOOK AT ME! Light Bondage, drugging, pet names

Werewolf

Bad Moon Rising

Jack series by @wardenparker

When a handsome stranger called Jack shows up on your struggling ranch looking for work, you’re more than happy to take him in - and into your bed, as well.Death of a parent, loss of a spouse, general family drama.

Vaginal sex, oral sex, rough sex, Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy is basically a life motto here, Gunshot wound, first aid things, blood mention, raw meat mention. Vaginal sex, oral sex, rough sex, so much cum, size kink, squirting, anal play/ass eating, monster fucking.

Shifter

SNAFU

Frankie series by @theywhowriteandknowthings

You’ve done this thousands of times, brought new teams to heel, be it in Britain, Japan, Korea, yet the States are always the hardest to wrangle, the mixture of over-hyped masculinity, the general military bravado, whatever it was, you always ran into trouble. But nothing has ever come close to the new Shifter Charlie Team, and boy, are you in for the biggest challenge of your life.

Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Shifter AU, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, eventual Frankie x reader, former Jason x Reader, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Military, Porn With Plot, Slow Burn, Pack Dynamics, Pack Cuddles, Pack Building, Strong Female Characters, strong female lead

Alien

Kudzu

Ezra one shot by @beskarberry

a familiar stranger shows up at the doorstep of your infirmary with unfamiliar wounds. You're no doctor, but masquerading as one makes you the only one in the position to save his life. Can you win out against his extraterrestrial illness, or will his new abilities stake a claim in you as well?

NON-CON/DUB-CON, human/alien hybridization, forced breeding/impregnation/birth, rough/feral sex, sex pollen, body worship, cervix penetration, cum inflation, knotting, a wisp of a/b/o. Nonsexual: wound care and dressing, hurt/comfort, a little whumpish, shootouts, blood, dumb jokes, cheesy ending

Jizz Fingers

various boys series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

An intergalactic creampie love story.

Smut, alternate universe, aliens, crack fic, penetrative vaginal sex, creampie

Mermaid

Rises the Moon

Joel one shot by @psychedelic-ink

As the man responsible for operating the lighthouse, Joel lives a solitary life on the isolated coast. He has no complaints, enjoying the hauntingly beautiful songs that echo from the sea at night. One stormy night, he rescues a mysterious mermaid tangled in a fishing net. As you recover in the lighthouse, the two form an unlikely bond and find comfort in each other's company.

mention of joel from time to time visiting a brothel, loneliness, mermaid anatomy things, oral (fem receiving), piv, touch starved!joel and reader, mild breeding kink, squirting

Swamp Creature

Beneath the Mire

Ezra one shot by @bonezone44

You're a human-turned-swamp monster and a man crashes into your corner of the bayou.

DDDNE, Non-con somnophilia. Blowjob. Unprotected p-in-v.

Vampire

Sated

Joel one shot by @softlyspector

Joel just wants you to eat well

love as being consumed, blood drinking, smut from start to finish (piv, f!receiving oral, fingering), Joel's praise kink, talk of eating, consuming, drinking, hunger, etc, vampires you get it.

Attraction Spell

Joel one shot by @jksprincess10

Vampire Joel finds witchy reader in her shop asks her for a love spell

DDDNE, noncon/dubcon, stalking, blood play, using blood as lube, ambiguous ending, unprotected p in v, fingering, praise kink, choking, pain kink, rough sex, minimal editing.

Bleed for me

Din series by @saradika

When it's revealed that the Mand'alor is seeking a companion, you find yourself among those hoping to be chosen. A life of luxury in exchange for your blood seems a fair trade - even if you're hiding a closely-kept secret. One that would certainly put your life in danger.

vampires, alternate universe, canon divergence, blood/drinking blood, shared memories, angst, death/violence, biting, body worship, possessive!pleasure!dom!din, implied aphrodisiacs, mind meld, praise kink, oral, piv, marking

The Special One

Joel one shot by @toxicanonymity

You meet a handsome stranger on a night out with friends. The last thing you're expecting is to be chained up in his basement.

Smut, age gap, alcohol, drugging and kidnapping, chains/restraints, blood and its consumption, oral sex (female receiving), period cunnilingus, dubcon, held in captivity, reader can menstruate, male masturbation, vampire!Joel, alternate universe, dark!Joel

Vampire!Dieter

Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted

Interview with a vampire, gatsby style

flirting, a bit of blood, maybe dubcon due to The Thrall but i think it's safe to say we all want It from vampire!dieter, unbeta-ed because i needed to write something or someone was going to die

vamp but it's you

Everyone at this party's a vampire

Dieter one shot by @idolatrybarbie

"you look so pretty like this."

briefly discussed necrophilia, innuendo, heavy petting

Sanguine

Ezra one shot by @marisferasiop

since being turned as a boy into- whatever liminal state of cryptid he is now- Ezra has walked this earth ageless and alone, never finding his place or a partner for long. He interrupts your meal in the city one evening, and brings you home to strike up a deal; feed from him, alone, and keep one another safe from discovery. The fact that he finds his purpose under the soft graze of your teeth and home between your thighs is a nice side effect.

lots of blood, smut, soft yearning sweet boy Ezra, mapuche mythology and monsters, schmoop. Ezra is a subby little sap in this.

vamp but it's everyone

a court of fangs and foxgloves

Oberyn/Max P one shot @psychedelic-ink

After you left the court and hence Oberyn, no one is eager to forgive you for your betrayal. Especially those closest to you.

Smut, MMF threesome/orgy, voyeurism, mlm dynamics, Dom/sub dynamics, sub!Max, switch!reader, dom!Oberyn, rimming, ass play, anal sex, penetrative vaginal sex, biting, mentions of blood, vampirism

I Bite Back

One shot by me

Max Phillips is seemingly always in command, always domineering, always on top… except when he’s with you.

Dom!Reader, Bratty Sub!Max, pegging… duh. This is technically monsterfucking also lmao. Aftercare is implied because I'm implying it here, I didn't write that in. Oh also vamp!reader if you want but I don't really make that explicit

Red Right Hand

one shot by me

You and Max have dinner and then you get freaky. It’s almost too much for poor little Maxxie to handle.

Pure porn, pwp, Blood drinking (they’re both vampires), minor character death (your victim lol), murder… obviously. sub!Max, Dom!reader, unprotected PiV (they’re vampires, you are not), uhhh blasphemy probably, face riding, cum eating, Max’s vamp face, oral m! and f!receiving, overstimulation m!receiving, multiple male orgasms, refractory period nonexistent due to vampire fuckery, ass play m!receiving, praise kink, use of pet names/titles (Mistress for reader/ baby boy, pet, Maxxie, and one surprise for Max), aftercare, no use of y/n.

Only Lovers Left Alive

Joel Series by @atinylittlepain

He offers her another option between life and death. How could she refuse?

Smut, dubcon, gore, blood and bloodplay, dark themes, cowboy!vampire!Joel, set in the past, alternate universe

vamp but it's max phillips

With Cherries on Top

series by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

After countless late nights and giving up important things in your life for a job and a man that refuses to promote you, your family begs you to quit when you break it to them that you have to miss your grandmother’s 85th birthday. Max Phillips may have left the country an American citizen but he came back an undead vampire, meaning his status in the States is no longer valid. In order to not get deported to Romania, he tells immigration that the two of you are getting married and he strikes a deal to make it worth your while.

Smut, language, adult themes, sexual innuendos, workplace harassment, family issues, angst, hurt/comfort, manipulation

A Little Lipstick Never Hurts

Reader/Max/Dieter series by @max--phillips

Max tries to skip his morning inspection, but gets caught breaking one of the rules you set for him anyway. A punishment is in order. / Max realizes a fantasy, and you enlist Dieter Bravo to help you deliver. / You receive a very hot video from your boyfriends while you are at work. The making of said video requires Max to break some rules you'd previously set out for him. He and Dieter make it up to you very easily.

Forced Feminization, but it's consensual, Femdom, Chastity Device 24/7, D/s dynamic, Sex Toys, BDSM, reader referred to as Mistress and Ma'am, Impact Play, Riding Crop, Bondage, Anal Fingering, Pegging, Butt Plugs, Degradation, Deepthroating, face fucking, gagging, spit, ruined orgasm, Nipple Clamps, Cum Play, Cum Eating, Oral Sex, Aftercare, there is NO misgendering, Max's ass does get referred to as his pussy and his dick his clit, but that's as far as that goes, MMF, threesome, PIV, double penetration, cock cages, ball gag, choking, max is a vampire, blow jobs, sex tapes, cum swapping, rule negotiations, fluff

Reflective

series by @prolix-yuy

His management style is effective AND refreshing. And as his executive assistant, you’re partially to thank. But as your professional relationship blurs, are you getting too close to the middle manager monster of nightmares?

horror elements and themes, graphic descriptions of blood including drinking, background character un-death, violence, fingering (f-receiving), vomiting (not descriptive), descriptions of a panic attack, a dabble of sleazy coworkers, playing fast and loose with vampire lore. mirror shenanigans, fingering (f-receiving), oral sex (f-receiving), PiV sex (don’t be a fool wrap your tool), playing fast and loose with vampire lore.

Lust for a vampire

one shot by @idolatrybarbie

A lot of oddballs and strange characters visit a vampire strip club in a tourist town on the border. Max Phillips is unlike any of them.

Smut, mentioned drug use, background sex work, dubcon, supernatural stalking, blood, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, spit, physical altercation, vaginal fingering, pet names (sweet thing, honey, sweetheart)

The Impaler

Tim Rockford/Max/Reader one shot by @kiwisbell

Chief Detective Tim Rockford makes a breakthrough in New York City’s latest serial killer case. The mysterious culprit is in the mood to share more than information.

vampires, gothic architecture, slightly dubious consent, implied mind alteration/control, murder, death, blood, threesome, lots of biting, spanking, spitroasting, masturbation, DVP, fingering, unprotected PIV (wrap ur vampire dicks pls), wife sharing, free use kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), exchanging fluids, spitting, disgusting and filthy, max using cringey nicknames for reader’s pussy but it’s charming bc it’s max, handcuffs, light bondage, hair pulling

I cannot get you close enough

one shot by @leslie-lyman

“You have to invite me in, sweetheart.” Oh. Right. Vampire. “Come in, please,” you say demurely, and Max’s smile widens as he steps over the threshold into your apartment. He reaches for you again immediately, kicking your door closed and pulling you close. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Such a polite little Omega.”

A/B/O dynamics; one small scene of men being creepy and threatening towards reader (but, perhaps surprisingly, one of those men is not Max); extremely self-indulgent Halloween costumes on the part of your author; a bit of angst; fEeLiNgS; absolutely way too much plot and character backstory for what was supposed to just be porn; Alpha!Max is his own warning; heat sex; biting; blood-drinking; breeding kink; many, many creampies; Max has an absolutely filthy mouth; look, it’s heat sex with Max, it probably (hopefully?) entails exactly what you think it does

All Mouth

one shot by @idolatrybarbie

max phillips and prompt no. nine— "you look so pretty like this." with a twist!

reader is not American/not an "American vampire", porn with mild plot, pet names (honey, baby, sweetie, Maxxie), all the usual vampire genre warnings, including but not limited to - graphic blood and gore, cannibalism, mention of scars, horror themes, love as consumption, smut - mommy kink, degradation (max gets called a slut), cock slapping, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, handjob, alcohol mention, fluff.

It Will Come Back

Max Phillips one shot by @beskarandblasters

Against your better judgment, you let Max drink your blood.

reader is able-bodied, blood sucking, unhealthy dynamic between Max and reader, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby), dark ending kinda???, idk maybe a little out of character for him but fuck it we ball, no use of y/n

Crawl

one shot by @proxima-writes

Gym owner Max Phillips offers to let you use the sauna. In return, he uses your mouth.

explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), no use of y/n, able bodied reader, dirty talk, crawling, oral (m receiving), no aftercare, semi-public sex.

Happy Reading!

[dessarious]

Learning to Heal Pt1

So, I know I said I wasn’t going to start posting anything new, and this will probably be extremely slow updating like everything else, and is currently depressing as all get out, but I felt the need to write and post it due to something that happened yesterday. I’ll probably wait to start posing it on AO3 until I have a better idea of where it’s going. 

TW pet death (not Titus, don’t worry)

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 Marinette sat crying on a random park bench in Gotham. She wasn't even certain which park, to be honest. She'd been wandering around aimlessly for hours beforehand and had finally just dropped. She'd been in Gotham long enough that she didn't think it odd no one had stopped her in her travels to ask what was wrong, but not quite long enough that it didn't hurt.

It was stupid, she knew, to cry over something so small in the grand scheme of things. It was stupid to get so attached to a creature in such a short time that it would affect her this way. It was ridiculous that she even still had the capacity to feel loss after everything she'd been through, but here she was, crying because she'd had to have a stray cat she'd found the day before put down because of a broken back.

She couldn't even imagine what the poor kitten had been though in its short life to have such a rotten end. She had seemed so relieved when Marinette brought her home. Had even seemed to be getting some life back into her, but the next morning, she wouldn't even try to move. Wouldn't eat or drink. She just laid there while Mari tried tempting her with everything she could think of.

The vet had been sympathetic, but told her in no uncertain terms that the poor thing was beyond help. Anything they could try would only prolong its suffering. Mari had signed the papers they'd given her and given them her credit card. She didn't even really remember what she'd agreed to, but she had the receipt in her purse to look at when she calmed down. Assuming that happened.

She was pulled from her misery by a wet nose pushing into her hands. She blinked to clear away some of the tears, and found a dog staring her in the eyes. It was almost as tall as she was sitting, and she reached out to hug it without thought, starting a new wave of sobbing. The dog just sat there, slowly thumping its tail. When she pulled herself together enough to lean back, she scratched the animal behind the ears. That was when she noticed its tag. It had a name and phone number, but nothing else.

"Well, Titus, we should find your human. Animals don't seem to have the best odds when I'm around." Titus just licked her face in response. Poor creature had no idea how much danger he was in. It had started with her partner and just gone downhill from there. Tikki claimed that animals trusted her enough to be there in their final moments, but Mari thought the tiny god was just trying to cheer her up. Every time an animal sought her out, things ended badly.

Before any more tragedy could strike, Marinette pulled out her phone and dialed the number. She waited, but the person didn't pick up. The voice message was just a computerized voice, repeating the number, but still no name. When it beeped, she tried to talk in a clear voice, but there were a few hiccups and she was certain her voice sounded raw.

"Hello. I found your dog Titus... or he found me. We're in a park... uh, I'm not exactly sure which one. Shoot. I'll try to find the entrance and get a name, or at least a street address, and call back." She felt like such an idiot. Who ever it was probably thought she was a lunatic. Guess she was beginning to fit in here after all.

When she stood, Titus heeled without being told. He was certainly well trained, which begged the question of how he ended up with her in the first place. He looked healthy, and she sent out a little prayer that it was just a fluke he'd found her of all people. She walked in the direction she hoped led out of the park.

"Titus!" The voice sounded young, and Titus's tail wagged excitedly even though he didn't leave her side. Mari changed directions.

"Over here!" It only took a moment for her to hear footsteps, and less than a minute before two people rushed into the clearing. The boy looked to be about twelve or thirteen, and the woman with him seemed close to her age. The boy immediately went to scold the dog, but Mari could feel the woman studying her. She'd hoped the rain would hide her tears, but Mari had a feeling she'd notice even if it did.

"Where did you find him?" Mari blinked at the boy in confusion. His tone was accusing. Did that make sense?

"I was sitting on a bench and he just walked up to me." He looked to be about to explode when the woman made some hand gestures to him. It took her far longer than it should have to realize it was probably sign language.

"Cain says you are telling the truth." He grumbled the words reluctantly. "But it is still suspicious." She couldn't really argue with that. A woman alone in the rain, near dark in Gotham, certainly counted as suspicious. The woman signed again. "She wishes to know why you've been crying." Mari cringed, and it caused a flurry of signing between the two before the boy stormed off. Titus followed obediently, but the woman stayed, and after a moment, offered her hand.

"Cass." It took her far longer than she should have to realize she was introducing herself. She really was tired. But the boy called her Cain, she was sure of it. The confused look she shot at his back brought a few more words. "Damian uses last names." She was very deliberate in her speech.

"Oh, I'm Marinette, uh Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It's nice to meet you?" She didn't mean to make that a question, and she suddenly remembered the woman's outstretched hand. She reached for it just as Cass was pulling back, which led to this being even more awkward. She should not be so bad at normal human interaction. "I'm glad you found your dog, and I'm sorry about the message."

"Message?" Fantastic. They hadn't heard it yet.

"Um... yeah, I called the number on Titus's collar and left a message. Please feel free to delete it without listening to it." The look she got made her realize how suspicious that sounded. They were going to think she was kidnapping the animal or something. "Anyway, I hope you have a good night." She turned to walk away, mentally cursing at herself.

"Wait." Crap. Mari turned her head to look at the woman warily. Cass reached a hand out like she was going to touch her face, but stopped short. "Pain." She wanted to say more, Mari could see it.

"You have trouble finding the right words too?" She just got a nod, but had a feeling it was far more than that. "I'm fine, really." The frown Cass gave her said she wasn't buying it. Not that she should, but Mari had to wonder how she'd managed to find someone in Gotham who actually seemed to give a shit about a stranger they had no reason to. Cass stepped closer.

"Not okay." Mari felt a laugh bubble up, but it turned into a sob before it even made it out of her body. And once she started, she couldn't stop. At some point, the other woman pulled her into a hug and she just clung to her for dear life. It was nice to have someone to lean on for once.

"You shouldn't encourage such ridiculous behavior. It's unseemly." Damian's judgmental tone caused Mari to burrow in deeper, and Cass tightened her grip.

"Go home." The boy scoffed.

"You're the one holding us up with this disgraceful display." Something close to a growl came out of the woman.

"You. Go home. Now." It wouldn't be until much later that Mari realized Cass was talking to him so she didn't have to let go of the inconsolable wreck she'd turned into. She heard a huff before the boy stormed away.

"He shouldn't be by himself this late." She had enough sense to realize leaving a boy to make his way home alone was a bad idea. Barely.

"He won't be." She hoped she didn't mean Titus, but couldn't bring herself to ask. It had been so long since anyone had just held her that she wanted to stay here, just for a minute. At least, that's what she told herself. "I'll take you home."

"You don't have to do that. I'll be fine." The fact that she was still clinging to the woman called her a liar, but it was also best to be cautious with strangers. As nice as Cass had been, Mari had no way of knowing if it would continue, and letting her know where her apartment was could turn out very badly. She didn't think it would, but she wasn't certain she should take that chance.

"Not fine." She braced herself to pull away, but she felt Tikki pinch at her side. Well, if the Kwami thought it was okay...

"Alright." Cass pulled back slightly to pull out her phone and handed it to Mari with the GPS up. She put in her address and Cass scowled when she saw it.

"Across town." Mari wasn't certain if her tone was annoyance or concern.

"Is it? I guess I went farther than I thought. You don't have to worry about it if it's too much of a hassle. I'm sure I can get back on my own." Cass didn't answer, just took her hand and tugged her along the path. Mari was too drained to question it. She led her to a car and Mari finally dug her heels in to stop. She was certain it was more expensive than a year's lease on her apartment. "I'm soaking wet. I don't want to ruin your interior."

Cass gave her a strange look, before ignoring her and gently shoving her in the passenger seat. She tried to make herself as small as possible, but knew it wouldn't do any good. Cass got in and reached over to secure Mari's seatbelt, before buckling hers. She felt her face heat and wasn't certain how much of it was embarrassment, and how much was because someone was actually showing concern for her wellbeing. It was nice.

When Cass pulled into traffic, she wasn't prepared. She was certain it was illegal to be going that fast, and the way she weaved in and out of the other cars was making her nauseous. She didn't want to complain, so she just closed her eyes and prayed they didn't get in an accident. Cass must have noticed because she reached over and took one of her hands. Mari still didn't open her eyes until Cass stopped and turned the car off. It didn't take nearly as long as it should have.

"Thank you for the ride." Mari didn't move to get out and realized she was still clinging to the other woman's hand. She couldn't force herself to let go, though. Cass didn't seem to mind, but Mari knew this wasn't how she'd planned on spending her evening. "I, um... I hope to see you again sometime." She cringed mentally. Smooth Mari, really smooth. Cass handed Mari her phone again, this time with a new contact pulled up. She entered her information without second guessing herself. After she handed it back, Cass typed something, and Mari felt her phone vibrate in her purse. "Thank you."

Mari knew the words weren't adequate. She moved to get out of the car and hoped she didn't imagine Cass' reluctance to let her go. She waved when she reached the front entrance and Cass waved back. Once she got inside, she leaned heavily against the wall, dreading climbing the six stories to her apartment. The elevator in this place had been broken when she moved in for who knows how long and showed no signs of being fixed. So she trudged toward the stairs.

The climb gave her time to think. Too much time. Going over everything that happened in her head made her more and more embarrassed. By the time she got to her apartment, she wanted to disappear. She'd cried on a complete stranger about a cat who she hadn't even had for twenty-four hours. She went out to the balcony to avoid her living room, and was surprised to see Cass still there, leaning against her car. Mari waved sheepishly, but Cass waved back before getting in and driving off. She wasn't certain what the tightness in her chest was for.

She made her way back inside and to her kitchen, careful not to let her eyes wander. She grabbed four bottles of water, knowing she had to be dehydrated by this point. When she was headed to the bedroom, her eyes landed on the couch and she stopped cold. Right in the middle was the blanket she'd made for the kitten. She picked it up with a trembling hand before dropping onto the couch, sobbing again. The Kwami all cuddled against her. She ended up crying herself to sleep.

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Plagg watched over the Guardian, as the others all slept with her, so he was the only one to see the vigilante make an appearance on the balcony. He watched her inner struggle as she reached for the door and stopped herself. She ended up pressing her head to the glass before taking off to another building. Interesting. 

[johnlennonswifey]

*appears from the shadows* woah I’m back with a fic 😱

80!George Harrison x reader

a/n: this will be a series and this post itself doesn’t contain any George content at the moment. The next one will though, don’t worry! 🫶 also, this takes place in 1984, reader is 24 and George is 41.

Word Count; 705 (the next few will be much longer I promise)

(picture from georgehboard on Pinterest!)

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Working a dead-end job while attending college wasn’t exactly everyone’s dream. It wasn’t yours at least. Living paycheck to paycheck in a shitty apartment was not what you wanted to be doing, but all you could do was pray that some low-skill, well-paying job would open. Little did you know, your prayers were about to be answered.

“Y/N!” your roommate shouted as they quickly entered the apartment. “You gotta see this!” they ran over to your side, shoving a newspaper in your face.

You gave them a confused look, before looking at the paper and reading the headline.

“FORMER BEATLE GEORGE HARRISON OPENS JOB POSITION FOR HOUSE ASSISTANT” Your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe it; the job opportunity you were hoping for. Not only that, but if you go the job you’d be working in, maybe even staying in the house of the George Harrison!

Wide-eyed, you looked up at your roommate and smiled. “This is amazing!! I- I’ve got to apply. Does it say where?” your friend nodded excitedly.

“You have to call this number,” they said, pointing to one at the bottom of the page. “and some secretary lady will answer. All you gotta do is answer a few questions and that’s it! They’ll call back within a week.”

You eagerly got up and grabbed the phone. You paused before dialing. The thought that thousands of others will be applying almost caused you to rethink, but who were you to pass up such an opportunity? You quickly dialed the number and listened to the phone ring.

“Hello?” you heard a lady speak on the other end of the line.

“Hi!” You said, trying to contain your excitement. “I saw the ad in the paper, I could use the job.” The lady let out a light-hearted chuckle. “Alright, all you must do is answer a few questions, Is that alright?”

“Mhm.” You hummed. “Alright,” the lady began, you excitedly looked at your roommate. “first I need to know your name, first and last, and age.”

“Y/N L/N” you spoke clearly. “And I’m 24.” The lady let out a hum of acknowledgment, before continuing her questions. You answered each clearly before she asked one last thing. “And what is the number we should call if you are chosen?” You decided to give the lady the number to your room phone, so you could answer immediately. You said your goodbyes and you slowly put down the phone.

“God I hope I get the job.” You said nervously, smiling at your roommate once more.

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The week had slowly passed, each day hoping you would get the job. That brought you to where you are now, sitting at the counter in your apartment, focusing on schoolwork. The idea of the phone call dancing in the back of your mind. That is until you hear the phone ringing. Your heart stops as you jump up and bolt to your room. You quickly grab the phone and whip it to your ear.

“Hello? Is this Y/N L/N?” A voice said. It was the secretary. “Yes, this is Y/N.” You said, your voice shaking slightly. “Excellent. We are pleased to inform you that you have received the position. Are you available to be here tomorrow?”

You held the phone away for a moment, jumping up and down with excitement. “Yeah, yes. I can be there tomorrow.” You rushed out. The lady laughed. “Great. Mr. Harrison will be there to get you settled. Have a good night.” The lady hung up and you smiled. Your body is still filled with nerves. You were going to meet George Harrison. And work for him!!! You rushed to your closet, pulled out two suitcases, and began quickly packing.

“Woah, what's got you in a hurry?” Your roommate questioned, standing in your doorway. “I got the job!” You practically smiled. Your roommate's eyes widened, a slow smile creeping onto their face. “You did? That’s amazing Y/N! When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow.” You answered, motioning to your suitcases. “Guess they want me to start right away.” You chuckle. Your roommate smiled and offered to help you pack. You gratefully accepted and before you knew it, you were on your way.

[sapphyreopal5]

Hmm so my best friend told me about this movie Sound of Freedom and how Disney apparently refused to release the movie back in 2019, officially citing it as "not interesting" and "saw no potential in it". Interestingly so, the movie ended up being released July 4, 2023 (fitting date given the title of the movie).

Boy does the release of this movie have quite the story to it. The rights for the movie were transferred to Disney after Fox merged with Disney back on March 20, 2019. The distribution rights for the movie were initially only for Fox Latin America. Quoted from this article, the director said The article also states: "

"So now in this way, I show the movie to them finished and they told me this movie is not for us,” he said, asserting that he asked for the movie back." They negotiated for a year, and he said he took the movie out of Disney and began “knocking on doors with Netflix, Amazon, and other studios,” all of whom rejected it. “Some of them, they just didn’t even answer my phone calls,” he said, adding, “We sent hundreds and hundreds of messages from different people. Nothing.” He said he prayed and asked God to “send some angels to rescue this video.”

Ultimately, Disney allowed the director to buy the rights of the movie from them. Netflix and other streaming services including Amazon Prime only rejected the initial release of the movie, not so much actually banning the movie. However, Netflix has yet to actually have the movie available to stream. Amazon does have the movie available. Angel Studios (also a fitting name given the movie does have Christian roots and Biblical references in it) purchased the distribution rights for Sound of Freedom... late March 2023 (just about exactly 4 years after Fox merged with Disney and then Disney ultimately said no to distributing this movie. Director Alejandro Monteverde said about the late release of the movie:

“So, I want to believe there was not a bad intent. I just think that the circumstances didn't help our film. But looking back retrospectively, I think also right now people are more familiar with the theme. If we would have come out earlier another year, I don't know if we'd get the box office success that we have had. I think the timing just happened to come together perfectly, and the universe kind of aligned to launch this kind of film."

Very intriguing that the "answer" to his prayers was Angel Studios picking up this movie. Seems like a very "Christian" laced way to answer this man's prayers... or it is divine blueprints kicking in as a bit of some Irony.

Karma for Disney?

2023 was the year that Disney celebrated its 100 years in business. Ironically however, it is also said to be one of Disney's worst years in the film industry. One of the Disney movies that was reportedly a flop for the company was in fact Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny. Strangely enough, 2019 was said by that article to be Disney's golden year with 7 out of 10 of that year's top films being Disney backed. 2023 is the one year that none of Disney's filmed broke the billion dollar barrier.

Sound of Freedom strangely enough outperformed Indiana Jones 5 on opening day July 4, 2023. The director again was quoted saying:

“I’m not giving up because this movie is about saving lives. But it’s been eight years now since we started this project. It’s a long time. And then Angel Studios show up,” he said, explaining how they chose July 4 as the release date “because if the U.S. is the number one consumer of child sex, we need to shake the conscience of this country on July 4.” “Let’s do something to bring freedom back to those children that are not free,” he said, explaining that they were facing a challenge due to the fact that they were facing films like Disney-backed Indiana Jones. “Humanly speaking” it was impossible to survive, he said, but he added, “God’s children are not for sale. If God is with us, who can be against us?” “I never imagined in a million years that we beat Indiana Jones on July 4. We’re the number one movie in America,” he added.

Even though Indiana Jones 5 grossed more money at the box office ($375 million), it cost over $300 million to make and $100 million to advertise/promote. Sound of Freedom on the other hand grossed $250 million at the box office, cost $14.5 million to make and about $5 million to advertise/promote. In short, Indiana Jones was a financial flop while Sound of Freedom was a financial success (and no, unredeemed tickets did NOT count towards the box office sales of this movie's success).

Certainly seems like Disney shelving the movie and saying "it's not for us" bit them in the behind. Funnily enough, according this article citing 21 of Disney's biggest flops, 11 of those were all released in 2020 and beyond. Sure we can cite COVID-19 shutdowns for 2020 and 2021 to an extent (4 of the movies on this list) but does it REALLY explain the failure of all of these movies, or is it a mix of many factors with karma being the ultimate force behind it all?

[orangeaurora]

Steve Harrington | “I’m Here”

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Summary: Let’s just say your best friend Steve Harrington isn’t as good at hiding how in love he is with you as he thinks he is. You’re not feeling your best and call Steve to come over to help you and he gladly obliges.

word count: 1692

warnings: just some cussing here and there, nothing bad though. sick reader, sappy steve. I think that’s it :)

A/N: I wrote this cause I’m sick right now and would kill to have a hug from Steve Harrington. Hope you all enjoy, happy reading. :)

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It was a cold winter day with cloudy skies and was forecasted to rain all day long. This was a day that you would usually take advantage of. Cuddle up by the window with your favorite blanket, hot chocolate beside you with your favorite book in hand. But no, not today. When you woke up, you felt like complete and utter shit. You would usually be okay with feeling a little under the weather, but this time was different. Your family members had already left for the day, leading their busy lives and you knew you couldn’t call your parents and ask one of them to come take care of you. So, you took a lucky shot and called the local video store, Family Video, to see if either of your beloved best friends were working and if they could point you in the right direction of the other. It was rare that Steve and Robin both worked the same shift on a weekday, so you were hoping that today was one of those occasions.

As the phone rang, you whispered under your breath that you hoped Robin was the one who picked up. As much as you loved her and enjoyed her company, you wanted the comfort of Steve Harrington more than anything at that moment. To your surprise, as if the universe answered your prayers, you hear a very bored voice pick up the phone, “Thank you for calling Family Video, I’m Robin, how can I help you?” Oh thank god. “Robin, it’s me, Y/N,” you could immediately hear the tone in Robin’s voice change and you could hear her smiling through the phone. “Dingus number two! How are you? You don’t sound like yourself. Everything okay?” She questioned you as you could hear concern behind her excited tone. “No, actually. I woke up this morning and I feel so sick. I don’t know, I think I have a fever? I’m home alone and I was hoping that you or Steve weren’t working so you could come help me?” I could hear her giggle over the phone, “Oh don’t sound so helpless yet Y/N, yeah I’m working but Steve is off today! How about you call him at home? I’ve got customers staring me down like they’re gonna kill me if I don’t help them soon.” She said between her teeth. You let out a heavy sigh of relief. “Y-yeah, I’ll call Steve, thank you, Robin, love you.” Your voice was soft, thankful that this phone call went exactly as you wanted it to. “No problem, feel better, yeah? I’LL BE RIGHT WITH YOU, okay I gotta go, I love you too. Byeeeee.” You heard your phone line beep, indicating that Robin ended the call and you started dialing Steve’s number.

“Hello?” A very groggy voice comes from the other end. “S-Steve? It’s Y/N, did I wake you?” Steve’s voice changed when he heard your voice the same way that Robin’s did only a few minutes ago. “Hey, you! I may or may not have been asleep still,” he sighed, almost embarrassed that he was sleeping. You laughed. “It’s okay, Stevie,” before you could finish what you were saying, Steve interrupted you. “Are you okay? You sound sick.” He must have heard your voice that is currently much deeper than your natural voice is. Tears started to form in your eyes as you realized how sick you actually felt. “N-no. Are you busy today? I feel like shit, I don’t think I could even get up to get water right now.” Steve’s heart cracked with every word you spoke, “Hey, hey don’t cry, it’ll only make it worse. There’s no way I’m gonna let my girl dehydrate okay? I’ll be there in ten and don’t cry anymore!” You heard the phone hang up and sighed, you felt at peace knowing Steve was going to be by your side soon.

Knock knock knock. Steve got to your house in a perfect 10 minutes and waited at your door in the rain until you managed to get out of bed. His palms were wet holding a bouquet of flowers for you that were from his mom’s garden. He couldn’t tell if it was from the rain or how sweaty his palms were at the moment. You made him so nervous. After all these years, King Steve just couldn’t get over how in love he was with you, though he’d never admit it. Robin and Dustin have tried countless times to trick him into a confession, but he has never given in. He loved you too much to allow himself to ruin the relationship the two of you already had. He couldn’t imagine a life without you in it, even if that meant you couldn’t be his. You finally opened up the door and felt like you looked pathetic. Steve smiled at you and you heard the smallest “oh, baby” leave his lips as he walked inside and pulled you into a hug. The hug was so warm, it was everything you needed. When he let go, you missed his touch instantly and then you saw the flowers in his hands. “Oh, Stevie, they’re beautiful! A shame I can’t smell them right now.” You pout, wishing your day with Steve was under different circumstances.

“I’ll put them in a vase, you go sit down and get under a blanket, I can see your goosebumps from a mile away.” Steve said as he pointed to the couch in your living room. You nodded your head in agreement and walked towards the couch. But, as you did, Steve couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The way you wobbled and moved so slowly in order to make it to the couch. Why aren’t you helping her? Steve cursed himself out from under his breath as he quickly filled up a vase with water and plopped the flowers in it. “Do you need anything before I come sit down with you? How about that water you mentioned on the phone?” Steve asked as he peeked his head around the corner, with all your might you were able to push out a “yes please.” and Steve’s head disappeared from behind the wall and in only a few seconds he was back with a glass full of cold ice water.

Steve sat the cup down on the coffee table in front of you before he found his spot next to you on the couch. You started to sit up to make room for him but he shook his head, “No, no baby, here, lay your head on my lap.” You gladly followed his directions and got comfortable on Steve’s lap and his hands found your hair immediately and started brushing his fingers through it. “Thank god you came Steve, I almost called the kids. I was desperate.” Steve chuckled, “The last thing you need right now is a bunch of boys running around your house. Can you even imagine Dustin trying to help someone that’s sick??” You laughed with him, “No, but I think Will and Max could manage. Maybe even El. Oh what I’d do to have powers like that girl. I could’ve just used some cool telekinesis to make myself a glass of water.” Steve let out a tiny laugh, the one where only air comes out of your nose,

“But then I wouldn’t be here.” Your heart skipped a beat. He was right. As much as you didn’t want to be a burden to your friends, the company of your best friend was like no other. “Thank you for coming, Steve, I really needed this.” He smiled down at you “anything for my girl.” Steve Harrington knew exactly how to give you butterflies, and you did the same to him. He thought you looked ethereal right now in his lap and wished that he could take a picture of you. Though, he didn’t really need it because every moment like this with you sticks into that boy’s head. He wanted to tell you how he felt about you right then and there, it would be perfect, he thought to himself, but when he opened his mouth to speak, you beat him to it. “You’re so good to me, Stevie,” he could’ve shed a tear at your words, “I truly don’t deserve it.” Steve shook his head, “No, Y/N, you deserve the world.” You two stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments until Steve accidentally said it, the forbidden words that should have never left his lips

“I love you,” he froze. He didn’t mean to say them, “like, like as friends ya know, like love ya, cause we have known each other so long and you and Robin say it to each other and”- You were smiling the biggest, cheekiest smile ever and cut your best friend off, “I love you too, Steve.” And with just those words, Steve’s body finally relaxed under you, “You-you do? Like in the way you love Robin? Or a, I don’t know, a different way?” You managed to push yourself up off of Steve’s lap so you were sitting next to him, face to face, faces closer than they ever have been before.

“Oh Steve Harrington, if I wasn’t so sick I would kiss you right now just to shut you up,” You said through laughter. Steve looked at you in shock and you were waiting for him to say something as you grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers with his. “Yes, Steve, I love you in a different way.” And there was the confirmation he needed, he didn’t care that you were sick, he cupped your face in his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was eager, but soft at the same time. He was trying to be as gentle as possible with you, but you could feel how long he had been waiting to do this. When he finally pulled away, you were able to catch your breath. “Great, now you’ll be sick.” You said, Steve rested his forehead on yours, smiled and said, “I don’t care.”

[beca-mitchell]

Oooh that’s a fun Anon ask. If I had to pick I would go:

1. Pitch Perfect (because Brittany really believed in that script and fought for the role which says a lot about what interests her in a movie)

2. X (because it was the first time Brittany really dared to expose herself on and off camera for a role, which speaks volumes of how far she’s come with being confident in her own skin, and the part she played was epic)

3. Dial A Prayer (because even though the story was a bit weak, Brittany really showcased a lot of depth and layers to her acting especially coming off the back of much lighter fare in PP)

4. Call Me Crazy (because the levels of mental anguish she had to reach to play that part is astonishing)

5. Someone Great (NGL, I wasn’t a fan of this movie overall, mainly because I’m not a fan of Gina Rodriguez and she plays the lead, but if you wanna see Brittany being fun and uptight at the same time whilst also being a good counterpart to Dewanda Wise character, this is worth a watch).

Honourable mentions: All the PP’s because of Bechloe, John Tucker cause she makes out with Sophia Bush, Bushwich cause I think the pairing of tiny little Britt and hulk man Dave Bautista is cute af and 96 Minutes is a good one too.

Steer Clear Of: The Late Bloomer, Hooking Up, Christmas with the Campbells, unless you have a horny boyfriend who’s into frat boy humour. Christmas with the Campbells is less horny, but still has Vince Vaughns trademark lazy R rated humour stamped all over it.

I avoid Dial a Prayer almost solely because I was not a huge fan of the story/story execution, but our picks are pretty much exactly the same haha.

[contest-winning-pest]

Kerry, of the Pearl Clan.

I refuse to use your grandfather's last name. It is true that he saved us, but he was always apart from us. You, however. You are different.

We, the Elders of the Pearl Clan, have been informed that you have worked tirelessly to aid in efforts to balance the ecology of Hoenn; that you have acquired the partnership of a Noble; that you are to be asked to quell a God.

As such, we, the Elders, see no reason to deny you the honor you have long since earned. You are, hereby, named [Warden] Kerry. However, I am also informed that time is short. We shall have to save the formal induction for some other time. Instead, take these, the clothes of a Warden.

Your clan is behind you.

Your enemy, in front of you.

Know our prayers go with you.

-- Elder Imekanu

Kerry opened the carefully folded letter, written in the traditional fashion, tied with string to the parcel.

Slowly, she begins to read. Winces that they won't use her last name.

Then reads the reason.

Then, keeps reading.

Her eyes widen.

She looks up at Flannery, with eyes narrowed. She won't believe it until she hears it from the elder herself.

She pulls out her Multi-Nav, dials the number.

"... Hello, elder?"

"Yes, I am Imekanu. Who is this?"

"... it's kerry. is... this letter correct?"

"Are you doubting my word?"

"no, elder. I just... don't understand."

"... I see. It's exactly as the letter says. You have already undertaken the duties of a Warden. We considered it cruel to withhold the title. It... would take time, of course-- to learn what we have to teach-- but you clearly have the knack."

"Th... Thank you. I'll. Try to do it the honor it deserves."

"No need for such pleasantries, Warden." Kerry could hear the smile on the other end of the line. "I'll be heading to Hoenn soon. See that you are still alive to be given the respect you've more than earned."

"Y... Yes!" She runs up the stairs, unheeding of the fact she's still on the line.

[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Fifty-Four

Warnings, graphic depictions of domestic violence.

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Chloe and Emma sat and ate in silence, just wanting to get through supper without any fighting. Somehow they managed to. After supper Chloe sent Emma up to her room to play for a while.

“When I’m done with the dishes and cleaning up I’ll come give you a bath.” Chloe told her.

Emma ran up to her room and Chloe got busy in the kitchen. As she was cleaning up Michael came in.

“Hey. I’m having another dinner party tomorrow night. I’ve already asked Martha to come and help you because there will be quite a few people here. Just do steaks. I don’t think you can screw that up. And yeah your boyfriend Alan is coming. I think he’s bringing a date. Aww..so sad.” Michael said as he laughed.

“He isn’t my boyfriend!” Chloe hollered. “Why do you keep on about that?”

“I see the way you two look at each other!” Michael yelled.

“And how is that exactly?” Chloe asked

“All lovey dovey. With stars in your eyes.” He said.

“Oh, you mean the way you used to look at me?” Chloe said; “I don’t look at him like that. He’s a friend.”

“Whatever you say.” Michael replied.

“I need to go give Emma a bath, if you’ll excuse me.” Chloe said walking around Michael.

“Always the kid. Speaking of her, have her spend the night at a friend's house or with Bob, Edith and Beth tomorrow.” He told her. “And go shopping for a new dress.”

“I have dresses, Michael.”

“Just get a new one! My wife needs to look good. Just do it Chloe!“ he screamed at her.

“Why are you always yelling? Just talk like a human being for once. Please. Our daughter doesn’t need to hear all this screaming all the time.” Chloe told him.

“I wouldn’t scream if you would do as you’re told.” He yelled as he slapped her in the mouth hard. Her lip split open and started to bleed. “Look what you bring on all the time!” He said.

“You do this Michael, not me.” She said through tears. “Don’t blame me for your temper.” She started to walk away but was jerked back by her hair. She elbowed him hard and got free and ran upstairs but he caught her.

Chloe got as far as the landing when she was grabbed again. Then she met eyes with her daughter in Emma’s bedroom doorway.

“Emma go back in your room honey and play. Play secretary. I’ll be there soon.” Chloe said through tears.

When Chloe needed Edith and the others to know he was beating her again she would tell Emma to play secretary. It was their secret way of Chloe telling her to call Granny Edith on the phone that was hidden in the room. Emma climbed in her closet and dialed the number.

“Granny, Daddy is hurting Momma again. She’s crying hard. I can hear her screaming. “

“Listen honey, you just stay on with me and try not to listen to what is happening out there, okay?” Edith asked her.

“I’ll try to,” Emma said.

Out on the landing Michael had Chloe’s arm behind her back and she was hanging over the railings.

“Michael, you’re going to break my arm. Stop. Pull me up before I fall and you kill me.”

Michael stood there laughing at her.

“You're pathetic, begging for life. I got away with hurting and killing people before I can do it again. Your threats mean nothing to me.”

“Emma!” Michael yelled. “Come out here!”

Emma put the phone down for a moment and went into the hall. She saw her mother and screamed.

“Daddy no! Don’t do that please. I need Momma.” she said through tears.

Michael was getting a high off this. He threw his head back and roared with laughter.

“Hear that Chloe, your kid is begging for your life.” He told her.

Michael let her go a bit further.

Chloe looked below her and her only hope and prayer was that if he let her go that she would land on the sofa below and break the fall a bit.

“I think this game is over.” Michael said. “Emma say goodbye to Momma.” He laughed.

“Daddy, no!” Emma cried.

“Michael, don't do this to her. I’m begging you please.” Chloe told him.

“Too late.” Michael said and in an instant he let go of Chloe.

All Emma heard was the sound of her Mother scream and then silence. She ran over to the railing and saw she was half on and half off the couch. She looked funny, kind of twisted, like you get when you play her game twister. Michael went to his room and slammed the door. Emma ran into her closet and shut the door and told Edith what happened and she thought her Momma was dead. She was crying hysterically.

“Listen Emma, go downstairs and get on the phone to 911. We will meet you at the ER.” Edith told her. “Hurry now.”

[ruminativerabbi]

The Jewish Wind Phone

All of us for whom prayer is part of daily life have occasionally been challenged to justify our practice—possibly even just to ourselves—by saying clearly whom we think we are actually speaking to when we pray. It’s not that easy to know how to respond. There are numerous traps to avoid when answering. Saying simply that we are talking to God seems inevitably to lead to two derivative questions, both unsettling to address: how exactly we know that and why it is we think all-knowing God needs to be told anything at all. And a third question too, equally disquieting, also surfaces regularly, the one that asks why it is, if prayer is dialogue, that God never seems to talk back in the way we would consider perfectly normal with any other interlocutor.

The problem, however, lies not in our answers but in the questions themselves: all are rooted in a simplistic understanding of what language is and the role it plays in our human lives. Yes, language is communication: you ask the nice lady in the store which aisle the paper towels are in and she tells you. But language is also self-expression, a means of ordering the world, of grappling with the unfathomable by addressing it, by naming it, by interpreting it. And it is that latter definition of language that we bring to prayer: the world feels overwhelming in the wake of disaster and, instead of withdrawing into our shells like terrified turtles, we face the darkness by naming it, by labeling its parts, by addressing it from the depths of our consciousnesses. We thus allow language to serve as a kind of bridge that connects our inmost selves to the terror just ahead…and, instead of trembling in our boots or shutting our eyes, we speak. And thus do we subdue the raging world with language, with words, and, yes, with prayer.

Almost entirely forgotten—at least by Americans—is the Tohoku earthquake and tsunami that hit Japan on March 11, 2011, a nightmarish disaster in the course of which 15,894 died almost instantly, most from drowning. More than 2,500 simply disappeared and were never seen again.

In the wake of that disaster, I remember reading about an older man named Itaru Sasaki, who lives in a place called Ootsuchi where over eight hundred people were washed out to sea in less than a single minute. His town was devastated by the tsunami, but he himself was in mourning for a cousin, someone he truly loved, when the disaster struck. And so, feeling bereft and totally alone, he came up with a very strange way to deal with his grief: he purchased on old phone booth and set it up in his garden. Then he purchased an ancient rotary phone, a black one, and put it on a table in the booth. There was no dial tone because the telephone wasn’t attached to anything. But on that phone, Mr. Sasaki would talk to his cousin and tell him about his life now that he was carrying on alone and without someone he truly loved. He called it the kaze no denwa, the “wind telephone.”

And then, the amazing part. Word spread about this thing, this crazy, unconnected, telephone in a phone booth in a garden by the sea. People started coming. In droves. From all over Japan. NPR sent a reporter to cover the story and he got permission to record some of what people were saying into the phone.

“Why only me, dad? I’m the only one left alive. People don’t realize what it’s like,” a teenage boy said to his missing father.

“Everyone’s good here. We are all trying hard,” an elderly lady told her long-time spouse, a man who disappeared when the sea overwhelmed his town.

“You were going to buy me a violin. I just bought it myself finally,” a girl says to her vanished parents through tears.

“I’m building a new house but without you or our little girl and boy, there’s no point is there?” The words choked up in the throat of a middle-aged man who lost his entire family.

It’s a touching story, but the big question—to me, at any rate—is why this thing worked at all. Shouldn’t it not have worked? It’s an idiotic thing, after all: an ancient rotary phone that isn’t connected to anything in a phone booth that is also not connected to anything in a garden in front of someone’s private home. But what makes it interesting to me is that it somehow does work…and not because it really does anything at all. These poor people in Japan found in that phone booth not a portal to the afterworld, but a way of using language to communicate with the universe and all of its parts, a way of facing the unimaginable using the tools offered by language itself, a way of speaking into the dark and finding, not silence and not nothing, but glimmers of hope, of light, of promise. For me, that is what prayer is, almost by definition. For more about the wind telephone, click here or here.

It was this story, which I first read about years ago, that came to mind when I first visited the remarkable website called Coming Home Soon (click here to go see for yourself). Currently a real-space exhibit at the Jewish Museum in Amsterdam and created in Holland by people consumed with worry about the hostages being held by Hamas, the on-line version is remarkable. The front page of the website offers pictures of every single one of the hostages held or still being held in Gaza, presenting all 253 and not distinguishing between the 110 who were released in a prisoner swap a few months ago, those still being held, and those already dead: all are or were prisoners of Hamas. (Hamas is holding the bodies of the deceased hostages to use as the most ghoulish of bargaining chips to use in future negotiations.)

Who thought of setting up this website, I don’t know. But the idea couldn’t be more simple: on the front page of the site are on display color photographs of each of the hostages. The dead have tiny “forever in our hearts” badges attached to their pictures; the ones already freed have “welcome home” badges. But otherwise they are all mixed up together on the page—just as they are in our hearts. And each photograph has just behind it a biography you can read of the hostage and—and now I get to my real point—and an opportunity to write to that hostage. The hostages don’t get mail. They don’t have access to email or to text messages. The letter you write and send off does not go into some cosmic in-box to wait for the hostages to log on and see what you had to say. The messages you send to the dead will not be any more unread than the ones you send to the living.

This is not a real mail service; this is the Jewish kaze no denwa, the Jewish wind phone. You write not to communicate—or at least not to communicate in the normal manner of people dashing off emails or dictating text messages to tell other people this or that—but to express, to pray, to use language as a kind of bridge between despair and hope, between the dismal reality of where we are and the bright light that beckons in the distance—the flickering flame of faith, of courage, and of confidence in the future.

When this is all over, all the hostages will come home—some, surely most, to their families and others to their graves. But, until that happens, the job of the righteous is to pray for their released and for their survival. Language is the bridge to God; that is why prayers are constructed of words. Sometimes, it feels right to turn to God directly in prayer. That, we do all the time. But there are also times when you can use language to pray to God by addressing a human party, living or dead. That is the opportunity the Coming Home Soon website affords: a way to pray for the hostages through the medium of language directed not directly to God but to those of God’s creatures in the most need of redemption.

[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

8/22/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Jeremiah 46 - 48

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I’m China. today is the 22nd day of August, Welcome. So glad you are here with us today. Today we are continuing in the book of Jeremiah. We are in chapters 46 through 48, continuing in the Evangelical Heritage Version for this week. 

Commentary

Can you imagine hearing All of this is your judgment. And you have no other choice other than to receive it. This is a prophecy from the Lord, and as much as These people are wicked and unbelieving and sideways and their beliefs, They still are like, yeah, not really that concerned about it. Or yeah, we're still going to do what we want to do. And we're not really too concerned about who your God is. And I'm like, Time out, you know, We can't escape what the Lord has said. We can't escape what he is put into motion.There's like we are not that powerful, we do not possess Anything within us that could escape it. And there's times in the Bible that we see that that someone pleads on behalf Of someone for the Lord to kind of like dial it down or change his mind. So you could say like oh that's escaping it, but no like. This is a judgment of a Lord. And Again, I think we can read these things and be like, oh, the Lord is scary. But we also see that the Lord is just, and the Lord is fair and the Lord is kind and the Lord is gracious and he knows When enough is enough and when Things need. He's a God who knows when to build. He's a God who knows when to brush, and he's a God who knows how to rebuild. 

Prayer

And so, God, I thank you that we can just trust you. We don't have to lean On our own understanding, because that's pretty faulty, pretty shaky. And so I just pray that we would be a people who Are willing to hear your voice. We're willing to trust you and that we would understand that. You are sovereign and we are not, and that we would be willing to Hear your voice and to accept it and receive that as truth. And I thank you that your word just draws us in closer to your heart, and reveals who you are in a deeper measure, and what appear that you give us eyes to see and ears to hear. And your name we pray, Amen.

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Hey y'all, hey DB fans, ABC Family is Simone from Texas. This morning on my way to work I heard LV call and ask for prayers. She inspired me. Six months after I moved to Texas, I met a man and he appeared to be a nice man and although I knew we were kinda unequally yoked. He was a nice air quotes guy. About six months into the relationship I had a dream. And Long story short and the dream, I believe God was showing me how being with him would cause my demise. A year into the relationship, the lid blew off everything, and I understood exactly why my spirit was cautioning me not to be with him. So we ended the relationship and we went our separate ways where things were great for about six months.Um, eight months or so. And then he kind of came back into my life as a friend. And the thing about being here in Texas is I am building my relationship with my family. I don't have a lot of friends because I do have trust issues. And so it's just been hard And who's been the only constant in my life, but I know he's not God's best for me. So I'm asking you guys to pray with and for me that God will continue to give me the strength to not held and not give in to him and just be strong and be able to completely cut ties. And that God will completely remove him from my life because I know he is absolutely not God's best for me. God save me when he didn't allow me to marry him because something just didn't sit right in my spirit. So guys, just pray for me that I continue to be strong. 

Thank you for all your many prayers and support.Of Dan and I, Dan came home this past Friday, August 11th after spending three weeks and two days in the hospital and we're praising God and I Thank you for your prayers and and your heartfelt.Umm.Message you left on the Daily Audio Bible for us. It really did support us. And as it says in Psalm 145, as I will exalt you, my God, O King, and with gratitude and submissive wonder, I will bless your name forever and ever, every day I will bless you and lovingly praise you, yes, with all inspired reverence.I will praise your name forever and ever. Great is the Lord and highly to be praised.Amen. Amen. I hope you all can join me in praising God. He is with each one of us and is blessing us in guiding us. I wanted to particularly lift up Diane, who called in today. She's got some serious eye issues with her. Left eye is.Could go blind and or we're just praying against that Lord that you will give the doctor wisdom and healing for her eye. Lord that you would take away her anxious and and nervousness which is natural Lord. But that you would give her supernatural peace and trust and wisdom for her doctor concerning her eye and healing. Lord Jesus we asked you to increase her faith in you. Or through this experience that she will trust you with everything you are worthy of all of our trust, Lord Jesus. And we thank you for lifting up Diane and I wonder thank Tony for calling in daily or not daily, but she calls in for all of us. And thank you Tony, for your powerful prayers. You do point us to Jesus and remind of us of all his love. So we thank you.Well, God bless you all. Thank you for your prayers. We're doing well in Delaware now. Bye, bye.

This is Daughter of the Silversmith. And today, Jill, you hit the nail on the head with your commentary and I just wanna thank you. And I'm so grateful.For this station to be able to hear the Bible everyday and or help me grow closer and closer to God. And I pray all of you be blessed and God's face will shine upon you. Good morning, it's Heather in Santa Barbara. Prayers for Our Lady of Victory in her loan for an amazing education.Thanks for sharing your prior request. I will agree with you that it's nothing for the Lord but in prayer that.By the time that you call in the next time, it'll be a praise report.So Lord, we just lift up the decision maker the cover her loan and.Artist.Look forward to the good news we just thank you for.What you're going to do in advance in Jesus name, Amen. 

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7/22/2023 DAB Transcript

2 Chronicles 6:12-8:10, Romans 7:14-8:8, Psalm 18:1-15, Proverbs 19:24-25

Today is the 22nd day of July, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I'm Brian, it’s wonderful to be here with you today as we reach the conclusion of another one of our weekly journeys, 52 of these little excursions add up to a year, a year of our lives, and that adds up to us being able to read through every single verse and chapter and book of the Bible. And we are, obviously, well underway. So, that was a bunch of words to say it is wonderful to be around the Global Campfire today, and fantastic that we can take the next step forward. And let's do exactly that, and our next step forward leads us back into the book of Second Chronicles. And at this point, we are moving alongside King Solomon's reign. So, today Second Chronicles chapter 6 verse 12 through 8 verse 10.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word. We thank You for bringing us through another week, another week that we were able to spend together in the Scriptures, and another week in our lives and all of the issues and dramas of life. You have brought us through, here we stand. Or maybe we feel like we've just kind of fallen through this week and we’re barely here, or maybe we've walked boldly through this week, and everything is going our way. Probably a combination of all these things, such as the nature of life. But regardless, we are here. You have brought us here. You have gifted us each breath, we have taken and never abandoned us, for even a moment. And so, we are grateful, we stand here by Your grace, each and every day. So, we thank You for this week. And as we release it and let it go, it drifts away slowly behind us, it becomes a part of our past, it becomes this story, and we thank You for this story. And we look forward to the chapters that are ahead of us. And so, we humble ourselves before You, we adore You, we worship You. There is no one else but You. Come, Holy Spirit, and lead us into all truth we pray. In the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

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And that's it for today, I'm Brian, I love you and I'll be waiting for you here, tomorrow.

Prayer and Encouragements:

Hey, my beautiful DAB fam. This is Kingdom Seeker Daniel and Lady of Victory. And this message is for our brother Morning Lift. Hey bro, I’ve been following your calls and I just wanna just say a couple of words to you real briefly. My wife and I were separated for 8 months, very, very hard time. And I didn’t know how things were gonna go. And I was the one that caused this separation. And so, I’m letting you know, as we sit here on the balcony, looking over the ocean in Porta Biada, Mexico, just taking in the goodness of God, recognizing His grace, His favor. He can do the very same thing for you. And I want you to hold on to that faith, that you have been declaring. And so, be encouraged my brother. And know that we serve a God of restoration. So, I want you to be encouraged as my wife prays for you. Oh Lord, our God, how excellent is You name in all the earth. God, we come before You on behalf of Your son and Your daughter. God, only You and them know exactly what has taken place and what has gone on. You know exactly what has happened and who did what and all the finger pointing and all that. It doesn’t matter what has happened is there’s been a breach in what You have joined together. And You said, when You join together, let no man not even ourselves, put us under. So, we pray for them God, ask that You would give them a forgiving heart to remember how You forgave us, God. And that You would join them back together. Not pointing the finger at each other but asking You God, what can, how can You help them.

This is TD in Texas. And I wanted to reach out to Manita from Lonbottom. Thank her for all your calls, it’s uplifting and encouraging to myself and I’m sure many others. It’s always good to hear your sweet little voice. On one of your calls you stated that you would like to have a home again after being divorced for four years. That was one of your desires and our journeys are very similar. I’ve been divorced for four years as well. And I would definitely like to have a home again. But the housing market where I’m living is very, very high and beyond my price range. So, someone said to me today, well, it’s just not gonna happen. It’s just not gonna happen. And I just sat there thinking, I can’t believe that. I can’t take that in to my heart and soul. And I believe that God is a miracle worker. He makes a way when there seems to be no way. And there really seems to be no way. But I know that if there is, He can make it happen. So, I just wanted to let you know that that will be my prayer for you and myself. And I will look forward to one day, hearing you call in with a praise report that you’ve got a new home. And I really, really, that’s my prayer for you, Manita. And thank you for your calls. It’s always good to hear your voice. It’s so uplifting and encouraging to myself and I’m sure others. So …

Hello, this is my first-time calling in. I would like to go by I Want to See, from Indiana. And I just wanted to say that I have been so inspired by the reading of Romans, the last few days. And especially by Brian’s commentary. Today is July 19th and just the reminder about the grace that God has given us. And I really just wanna pray today for those that are distracted by differences that we see in others and not understanding by intolerance. People that are distracted by hatred and division. And I really just wanna pray that folks that don’t understand different people or different lifestyles, that they can really soften their hearts and can remember the grace that God has given us. And remember that through that grace, we should be giving grace to others. And that really, it’s only through that grace, the reminder of the grace that we’ve been given and giving grace to others, that I think we will really share this message of the Gospel with more and more people. I also want to pray for the people who have been on the other end of not receiving grace and have felt outcast or hatred or intolerance. And so, I really just wanna pray that if you feel that way, you’ve been harmed or you have felt like Christians have not been graceful towards you, I want you to really be able to open up your heart and remember that you are loved. You are so, so loved.

This is Jason in Tennessee. I’ve been listening for several years, on-and-off. First time calling. Playing catch up right now, just listening to June 30th. A young man that called in with Leukemia, praying for this other young man and his family. And man it just pulled on my heartstrings. So, I just wanna lift this young person up and pray God that Your hand will be upon him. You’ll give him peace and health and strength. And also, just join him in prayer for this family that’s struggling with separation and divorce. Just can’t imagine being in those shoes and the pain and hurt that that causes. So, lift all these people up in prayer. People with families, people that are just married together and don’t have children. You know, God’s with us. I just pray for strength in you people. In Jesus name.

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