#this just wouldn't leave me alone

[falsehero]

"it's time, maestro."

[elitadream]

A princess and her community service hero. 😌💖☀️

[conkers-thecosy]

Lobelia: ...You're so full of yourself Bilbo Baggins! You think you're the cleverest hobbit in the whole Shire! Bilbo: There I have to disagree with you, I'm not the cleverest hobbit in the Shire... Lobelia: ... Bilbo: Frodo is :)

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

I'm giffing the latest episode and I'm constantly stopping because I'm in awe of Chris's acting. I'm not as versed in this as @wen-kexing-apologist but it's so good that I just had to say something. The thing he can do with his face just blows my mind. The conversation with San Pang is great but for me it's the hair drying scene.

We can only see his head and still it's all there in his face. I wish we could see his hands cause I'm sure they are not just resting on his lap. He can't really let himself relax here. All through the episode we can see on his face the fight that's going on in his head/heart that he finally gives voice to at the end of the episode.

Just like when he's in front of the mirror in the beginning and remembering what just happened and it's all there on his face. That clenching of the jaw. Just incredible.

Anyway, he's amazing and I'm just in awe of this whole show.

Also since I'm here. Yuan has grown so much and Kurt is also doing an incredible job portraying that. Most time skips are just a thing that happens and it annoys me so much when you don't actually see it in the characters. But this one I believe it. I believe Yuan was away for 4 years. I can see it in him. The confidence, the boldness but also the calmness from coming to terms with his feelings and the fact that he can't force things, and what will be, will be. Incredible work on Kurt's part.

[weevmo]

That's it - that's the dynamic -

[moonlightandmarble]

[khaotunq]

Why is he so cute? I want to buy him all the shoes in the world! Junior Panachai as Jinta and Mark Jiruntanin as Min (Cherry Magic Thailand, 2024)

Bonus nerd:

[ghouljams]

Ghoul- Ghoul- Ghoul- i must know, we’ve seen how Ghost and Die operate, we’ve seen Fetch and König (love those two fr) you said Soap summoned his demon- what’s he like with his demon?

-Lurk 👁️

I feel like Soap and his demon are well fit to each other. I have many thoughts actually about this. Mostly that when Soap summoned his demon he sort of bypassed the distribution system. So his demon did not come pre-obsessed with him. They sort of volunteered to see what was up and decided to stick around on their own. So the relationship is definitely different from Ghost and Die/König and Fetch.

Anyway, here's Soap and his demon(Hush) on their first mission.

"So," Soap tugs the casing off a strip of wire with his teeth, "do you know Die?"

"Do you think all demons know each other?" You raise a brow, fingers holding wires against C4, hand raised to keep the area quiet as Soap works. Soap stops his wire twisting to look at you, you snort. "Yeah I know Die."

"Don' do that, we got half a bomb between us." He sounds half serious, but his smile is a mile wide. You shake your head, wrist flicking to enforce the perimeter as an enemy attempts to cross it. Your silence gripping their neck until they also fall quiet.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just seems like," Soap stops, mumbles to himself and shoos your fingers away to check his wiring, tugging the ignition free and turning it over in his hands. "Now that isn't right." You wait for him to do what he needs, readjusting wires and sticking it back into place, before prompting him again.

"What's it matter if I know Die?"

"Figure if we're all living in close quarters you may as well know each other." Soap grunts, bopping the ignition with his fist a few times to make sure it's stuck. "Alright pop this where I showed you."

"Two men in four meters, try not to get shot while I'm gone." You tell him, grabbing the bomb and sinking into the shadows. It's an easy place, Soap's already done all the hard work, you just need to press the button. The little red light on the top blinks, and you flick your magic over it. The wall explodes without so much as a sigh, blanketed by your cottony silence. Satisfied you let your ties pull you back to Soap.

"Breached." You watch Soap wrestle one of the two heads you'd counted to the ground, arms tight around his neck until he stops kicking. "Nice one." You flick a few shadows through the man to be sure he's dead while Soap checks his pockets.

"Nice yourself, didn't even hear the blow." Soap inspects the magazine he's pulled and pockets it.

"Yeah it was crazy quiet, you must've wired it wrong."

"You've got jokes," Soap grins, you laugh a little and drop back to the shadows as he starts moving towards the breach, "Let's hear another."

"What's worse than finding a bomb under your car?" You ask, muffling his steps and scanning for any non-Soap noise.

"Wot?"

"Not finding it." Soap snorts.

"Oh you are worse than Ghost, you know that?" He asks, pressing against the broken wall and nodding you into the room. "Why'd the demon cross the road?" His voice is low, rumbling, you like when he tries to be quiet. Somehow he never gets all the way to whispering, he sounds better like this anyway.

"Why?" You scan the room, your shadows forcing their way down throats and pressuring out of lungs, enforcing silence.

"The power of Christ compelled them." Soap responds. You bark out a laugh loud enough to draw fire, melting in surprise back to the darkness. Soap shoots from his cover while you pull yourself together enough to be helpful. "Liked that one, eh?" He sounds far too pleased for having you blow your cover. You like that about him too. Smiling from the shadows as he forces his way forward, aim deadly as he clears the room.

[blueteller]

4 Easy Steps to make Harol more... Harol

Step 1) Make him look less neat. For example, have his hair look less poofy. Seriously, he looks like he just stepped out of a hair salon!!

Step 2) Make him nerdier. Glasses would do, for the sake of the experiment. He's supposed to be a scientist, let him look like one!!

Step 3) Give him SOME mark of violence. He's just been through a war, at the very least give him a scar! He's a murderous, blood thirsty menace on the inside, let some of his appearance reflect that!!

Step 4) Make him look stressed. The manhwa Harol looks relaxed as hell and it freaks me out. This is a guy who should be extremely suspicious of Cale. No way he'd look like a freaking professional butler ready to recieve a guest in a mansion.

[wickfur]

"F**k you, Death, I'm taking him!"

This is all I could image when F!Donnie said that 😂 I had way too much fun making this piece. Man I love this series so much, it makes me feel so many things, it's insane. Ty Cass for sharing it with us 😭💕 Fanart of one of the latest chapters from Cass apocalyptic series by @somerandomdudelmao Until next time! // Wick♡ UwU

[disastersareajoy]

The Shower Incident

Stu x Billy x FEM!Reader

Tags: Sex toy, masturbation, voyeurism for a sec, dirty stuff happens in the shower obviously, dirty talk, degradation, praise, lots of kissing, marking, handjob, edging, begging, slight dacryphilia, mention of denial, mention of being tied up, mention of oral (fem receiving, and giving to a toy), mention of double penetration, mention of anal (fem and male receiving), open end, Sub!Reader, Dom!Billy, implied Switch!Stu but mostly Sub!Stu

Hiya babes!

I had this idea and it wouldn't leave me alone the entire day so I wrote it down and if I do say so myself: This shit it pretty hot.

I'm super glad my first public fic is with these two idiots because I love them to the moon and back and cannot get enough of them. I hope you enjoy this wild ride - I know I did. I wrote this in like an hour and then proofread it four times total, but English isn't my first language so if you see any mistakes feel free to (politely) let me know and I will fix it. Same as any tags I missed. Of course, non mistake related comments are also very welcomed. I hope you thouroughly enjoy this product of my brain rot! Let me know what ya think.

Stu and Billy had been away for a few days and you were needy. Wanting to be bent over and fucked hard and rough, four hands gripping at your body and manipulating you into whatever position they desire. They were supposed to come back in the evening so you wanted to take a shower before then.

That's when the idea struck.

You practically stumbled over your own feet to get to the closet and pull out the box of toys the three of you had accumulated over time.

You picked out your favorite dildo and quickly made your way to the bathroom. With the help of the suction cup the toy stuck to the shower wall. After cleaning yourself in record speed you bent over and pushed back onto the dildo. It filled you slowly and stretched you perfectly. Your wetness made the intrusion easy but the thickness of the toy still made you pause, and forced you to take a couple of deep breaths. Although it wasn't long before you were fucking yourself back onto it and completely loosing your mind in the process. Moaning their names and begging into the empty room.

At the same time Billy and Stu were on their way up to your shared apartment. The two of them decided to surprise you by coming home a couple hours early so you could eat dinner together and cuddle up in front of the TV.

When they came through the front door and weren't immediately met with your smiling face, kissing and hugging them in greeting, they were a bit perplexed.

That was until they heard the shower running.

And then they heard a litany of moans, accompanied by a loud slapping sound of skin against tile. They shared a look and ventured closer to the bathroom door which you had left open a crack in your hurry to fuck yourself.

The sight they find absolutely takes their breath away. The shower is on and water is hitting your back as you're bent over nothing, supporting yourself with your hands against the wall as you continuously slam your ass back onto the dildo stuck to the tile wall. They can see the toy glistening with your wetness and someone lets out a groan. You don't hear it and keep moving your hips with a clearly desperate and already fucked out sway to it.

They're both stuck in their spot, staring at the divine sight that is you. The way your body moves to get the perfect angle of the dildo, your thighs trembling with exertion and your hand aimlessly sliding against the wet wall, trying desperately to hold onto something. The way your pussy stretches to accommodate for the thickness of what they recognize as your favorite dildo. The one that you love sucking on when they both have you filled. Or that you love for them to fuck you with when they're getting your ass ready and you already need your pussy filled.

The dildo that's been in all of your holes to help pleasure, tease, edge and make you cum. They can't get enough of watching you throw yourself onto the dildo, making such loud and obscene noises.

What finally gets them to snap out of the trance your body has put them in is your next moan.

“Billy, please.” You interrupt yourself with another desperate whine. “Fuck, please fuck me harder. I need you so bad. Oh my god, Stu.” You elongate the end of Stu's name with a loud moan that's closer to a sob if anything. With the way your hips tilted, Billy suspects you found the perfect angle to hit that special spot inside you. Next to him, Stu breathes out a small moan and looks at Billy with a plea in his eyes.

“Go.”

With the okay given, Stu bursts through the door and is on you in no time. He grabs your face in both hands and barely sees your eyes open in surprise before he has his mouth pressed to yours. Desperately making out with you while making sure you're still fucking yourself onto the dildo. He mumbles out praises between kisses, not able to stop himself from telling you how good you look.

"You look delicious. Fucking yourself so desperately, moaning our names like we're here with you. You that pent up, baby? It's been three days and you're so needy you start fucking yourself how you want us to fuck you, huh?”

“But it's not the same, is it?”

Now Billy joins in as well. He already stripped out of his clothes, completely naked and palming at his erection while Stu kneels halfway under the spray of water, drenching his clothes. You mewl a negative, not trusting yourself with words. Afraid that if you pull away from Stu and open your mouth the only thing coming out would be pleas and their names.

“No. Even though our good little slut is filled to the brim by a toy and is fucking herself just as fast as we do, she still can't quite get it right. Can you, doll?”

You make a non-committal noise and place your hands on Stu's shoulders, thankful to have something to hold on to. Billy is unsatisfied with your wordless answer and grabs Stu by his hair, pulling his head back to expose his long neck, stopping you from hiding in his kisses. Stu whines long and loud before staring back at you, desperation clear in his eyes.

“Please baby, answer him.”

“Aww. Would you look at that? At least one whore here remembers his manners.”

Billy leans down to press hungry kisses onto Stu's mouth. Both of them moaning into each other's mouth, making you want even more. You mewl and whine at the display in front of you. Billy pulls away from Stu's mouth with a grin that he then turns on you.

“You better start using your words. Or he's gonna get all the attention and you can watch without touching yourself. And cumming will be completely off the table.” With that he attaches his mouth to Stu's neck, kissing up and down, sucking marks into the soft skin and biting. Which makes Stu let out the most beautiful array of whines and moans you've ever heard.

“Please,” you manage to breathe out.

“Please, what?” Billy still has his face in Stu's neck while answering, not letting his mouth detach for long. You whine and can't help yourself from slowing down your movements to gather your thoughts long enough to form a sentence.

“Please, Billy. Please fuck me. Both of you. I need you so bad, please ” Billy pulls away from Stu and grabs your jaw hard with his hand, turning your face in his direction. He gets close to you and smirks. “There she is. That's the good little whore we've been waiting to fuck for three days.” He doesn't let you answer before attaching his lips to yours and making you moan into his mouth. He lets go of your jaw and grabs your shoulders instead, shoving you back onto the dildo, hard. You moaned into his mouth as he forces you to start fucking yourself again. Distantly, you hear Stu whine as he kneels in front of you and waits for his turn to be kissed again.

Once you have a steady rhythm going again, Billy pulls away. He looks at you with a grin and you could tell he has something planned.

“Now, I asked you a question. And you didn't answer. Instead, you made out with this little attention whore next to me.” A moan from Stu. “But I want you to answer my question. I will not repeat it, and neither will Stu. You're gonna have to use your big girl brain and remember what I asked you. And you're not gonna stop fucking yourself on that dildo. If you slow down you don't get to cum. If you stop you get to watch, tied up and gagged as I fuck Stu into the mattress.” A whine from Stu. “But if you keep going and answer me correctly,” his grin widens and he leans back slightly. “Then you get exactly what you want.”

You moan, frustrated that you don't immediately remember what he asked you. While you're desperately trying to remember the question and not slow down your hips, Billy starts helping Stu get his wet clothes off. He also shuts off the water which leaves your skin cooling down rapidly, goosebumps appearing on your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

Once he has all of Stu's clothes off, he kneels behind him and starts palming his dick. Slowly but firmly taking it in hand and stroking him up and down. Stu lets his head fall back onto Billy's shoulder and moans unabashedly at how good he feels. How good Billy is making him feel. The sight makes your concentration waver. Your mind is completely empty, safe for the two beautiful men in front of you. The way their hair sticks to their foreheads, Billy looking at you with hunger in his eyes and that feral edge. Stu squeezes his eyes shut as he softly starts thrusting into Billy's hand. Usually that would have earned him a slap to the thighs and a warning, but right now all Billy wanted was to tease you.

He takes pity on you as Stu grows closer and closer, holding onto Billy and you with one hand each.

“I'll give you a little hint, darling. How does the dildo feel?” Suddenly his words sprang back into your mind.

“Even though our good little slut is filled to the brim by a toy and is fucking herself just as fast as we do, she still can't quite get it right. Can you, doll?”

You immediately scramble for an answer.

“Fuck, Billy.”

“Good start.”

You whine once more as your hips desperately try to keep up the pace Billy had set for you.

“I can't get it right,” you sob in frustration as your wetness drips down your legs. With the shower turned off you can be sure it was the juices of your pussy that are making such obscene noises and dripping slowly down your thighs.

Billy gives Stu's sensitive tip extra attention, making the tall man writhe in his place on Billy's lap. He moans as a blush spreads down his chest. “That's right doll, you can't. But why? And you better hurry because if Stu cums before you answer, you're watching.” He chuckles at your frustrated groan and speeds up his hand on Stu's cock.

“I- oh my fuckin God. I can't get it right because-” Stu moans loud and desperate, getting closer each second. “Because it's not hard enough.” Billy hums long, considering your answer. “Yes. But why?” You groan again, this time louder and with more annoyance behind it. “Careful,” Billy spoke low and with warning.

With one last whine you focus all your concentration on your words and close your eyes. “I can't get it right because you fuck me so much harder and I can't fake that. I need your hands on my hips as you pull me into every thrust and I need you to speak to me, to call me names and to tell me I'm doing good. I need you to pound into me like I'm your personal toy and I can't fake that with a dildo, please. Please fuck me like I need you to. I'm begging you Billy, please.”

You prepare yourself to hear Billy ask you for another, better answer, but it didn't come. Instead you hear Stu's sob and whine as he is denied his orgasm. No doubt having been right on the edge. When you open your eyes again, Stu looks back at you with tired, teary eyes and his mouth hanging open. Billy on the other hand looks absolutely feral. His eyes have a certain glint in it that tells you that you are in for a ride.

He reaches out to touch your cheek and strokes his thumb over your skin. “That's a good girl. And just in time too.” He softly pushes Stu to sit on the shower floor and keeps a leg behind his back to help him stay upright while he pulls on your shoulders to stop you from continuing to fuck yourself on your dildo. “Now, you have 5 minutes to help Stu get up and get both of your asses to the bedroom. I want you on the bed, legs spread and ready with Stu right between them. He gets to make you extra worked up with his mouth as a bit of revenge for his edge.” At that, Stu hums satisfied and lets out a chuckle.

“I'm gonna watch him edge you however often he sees fit, and then we're both going to fuck you. Nice and hard.” Billy grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a quick kiss before staring at you an inch away from your face. “Because I know that's what our little whore craves. Isn't it?” You nod eagerly and correct yourself with a quick “Yes sir,” before Billy can say anything.

As soon as Billy lets go of your jaw and nods his head towards the bathroom door, you're scrambling to help Stu on his feet, your own knees still wobbly.

Billy watches as the two of you slowly make your way to the bedroom with shaky legs, sees how wet your thighs are and how there's still more dripping out of your glistening pussy. He watches Stu grab your ass, squeezing the flesh beneath his finger in a way that is sure to be a promise of all the teasing that's to come. He truly can't wait to see Stu ruin you with his mouth before they fuck you until you can't remember your own name.

God, he loves the both of you so much.

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Please don't repost or reupload this fic anywhere else. It's mine and I'd love to keep it that way.

[writing-whump]

So in the Sick or Not fic Isaiah said that Matt would be able to sleep it off in no time...but what if he doesn't and Isaiah wakes up in the middle of the night to Matt being sick...I love the promt of characters getting sick in bed and then apologizing over and over🤭

•) Well... how do you feel about exploring Matthew's current state with his shadow? Maybe him accidentaly meeting someone from his old family, but not Marcella. This kind of meeting, which is not pleasant for both sides. (physically, emotionally, you surely will know 👀)

•) I loveee your writing and would love some feverish Matthew 😍

•) I'd love to see more of Matt being the one who needs comfort, preferably for something emotional, not physically. He's my fav character and I love your writing.

You guys really like torturing Matt, don't you?😂 I thought of a way to combine all of these together. Thank you for the requests, nonnies!!💙

Rough night

Isaiah woke up a bit after midnight to loud retching.

He shot up on the bed, turning on the bedside table lamp. Squinting with the light as his eyes readjusted to it, he pinpointed the likely source very quickly.

The black haired wolf jumped down from the bed to Matthew's side.

Matthew looked barely awake, only one eye open. Which didn't seem to stop his body from purging all the water that Isaiah managed to get into him before sleeping.

Isaiah kept waking him up during the whole afternoon to make him drink. Matthew was still feverish, but he was mostly sleepy and kept it down, so Isaiah allowed himself to believe the worst was over.

Matthew was heaving loudly, all the water making a foul smelling reappearance. The pillow, the sheets, the edge of the bed...and down his shirt.

"Z-zaya, I'm s-sorry," Matthew managed between heaves. He tried to lean over the bed, but his body jolted with another gag, more sick splashing onto the sheets and down his front. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't-"

"Okay, okay, shhhh. It's alright." Isaiah took Matthew's arm, trying to drag him out of the center of the mess.

Matthew swayed though, scorching heat radiating off him. They barely stumbled out of the bed, sliding down to the floor instead.

Matthew was a sight, with the vomit dribbling down his chin and shirt. He was taking fast shuddering breath, eyes blown with panic. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing," Isaiah admonished him gently, wrapping an arm around Matthew to stop him from pitching to the side. "You are burning with fever, you can barely move and you didn't even wake up before you got sick. Shit happens. Not your fault."

Matthew sniffled loudly. "But the bed is a mess, I'm a mess, I n-need to-"

"Shush. You don't need anything, except to breathe for a minute. Can you just sit back and breathe for me?"

Matthew hiccuped, shivering, but he leaned obediently against Isaiah's side. His chest went up and down in fast succession, until it started to even out.

"Good. I'm gonna get you out of this shirt and then you can sleep in my bed, how does that sound?"

"Like you want your bed ruined too," Matthew said tiredly.

Isaiah snickered. "Glad you got your humor back. Come on, arms up."

He carefully lifted the rims of Matthew's loose black shirt up, carefully maneuvering it around his hair.

The movement seemed to shake Matthew's stomach too much. The sick wolf moaned, doubling over, clutching his belly. "Gonna be s'ick."

Isaiah threw the shirt to the floor and reached for the small metal bin under Matthew's desk. He brought it under Matthew just in time for the wolf to loudly retch into it. A wave of watery vomit splashed against the discarded papers inside.

Isaiah rubbed his back, from one shoulder to the other. "Ah man. This one is hitting you like a truck."

Matthew groaned, gagging harshly, head almost completely inside the bin.

"You are okay. Just get it up, you will feel better." Isaiah was actually quite alarmed at the progression of this flu. Matthew was radiating heat, almost burning to the touch and he was currently losing all of the liquid Isaiah forced into him against the fever.

The heaves finally tempered off. Matthew leaned back against the bed, bin almost falling out of his grasp if Isaiah didn't catch it in time.

"My stomach hurts."

"I know, buddy, I know. Deep breaths, you are okay." Isaiah got up. He needed supplies, get the bin cleaned out, get some towels-

"You leaving?" Matthew made that weird sniffling sound again, voice small.

"I'm just gonna clean this out, I'm gonna be right- Matt!"

Matthew was crying. Isaiah didn't understand how he had any fluids left to do so, but there were tears sliding down his cheeks and around his nose.

That had Isaiah sitting back down on the floor immediately, wrapping Matthew in a hug. "Hey, hey, what's up with that, Matt? Everything's fine, you are going to be alright."

"This is disgusting," Matthew whined, burying his face into Isaiah's chest. "I'm disgusting. And I have nowhere to go."

"What do you mean? You are home."

"B-but you and Sel-," he gulped loudly, lips quivering as he looked up at Isaiah. His face was flushed with the fever. "You got your brothers back. Don't you- shouldn't you inherit the Wolfson pack now? You can go back and Seline has a family to go back to- and I-I don't-"

Isaiah rubbed Matthew back with one hand as he held him, wrecking his head how Matthew came up with that notion. "We are not leaving anywhere, don't be silly. This is my pack. I'm not going back there, that's nonsense."

Matthew sniffled pitifully, his breathing evening out a little. He fisted a hand in Isaiah's shirt as if to physically stop him from leaving. "I saw Maddie last week."

"Who?"

"Mads. My second oldest sister." Matthew's body went limp against Isaiah, like a dead weight against his chest. "She is just a year and half older than me. As kids we were like twins."

"I didn't know you had a sister that close in age. Where did you see her?"

"A-at uni." Matthew took a shuddering breath. "She is studying economics too. I-I followed her to class. She was taking statistics and tax opimalization."

Isaiah hummed, rubbing little circles on Matthew's back with his thumb. "So she must be good with maths. Like you."

"Uhmm." Matthew hiccuped again, the noise turning into a soft burp at the end. "I couldn't- I couldn't let her see me. I was scared she would- she would make that expression as Melissa makes- and if she and their mother convinced her to- to be scared of me- then..."

"Aww, bud," Isaiah cooed, alarmed by the way Matthew's voice broke at the end with a sob. "When did this happened? You could have told me."

"T-thursday. You were packing up, I didn't- my shadow was a mess," Matthew said with an ironic self-deprecating tone, "g-got sick in school already."

"I'm sorry."

Matthew's chest hitched with a sob. The movement ushered out a burp. Because Matthew was basically pressed against Isaiah, the other wolf would distinctly feel Matthew's body shuddering and jerking up with a heave.

Isaiah pushed him away gently to grab the bin again, planting it in his lap in front of Matthew. Matt struggled over it, retching emptily. The sound echoed around the whole room.

Fever, revelations and an upset stomach were not a good combination.

"You are working yourself up too much," Isaiah said softly, holding Matthew up as he strained over the bin. There was a new line of spit hanging from his bottom lip. Isaiah was getting desperate to make Matthew feel better somehow.

Matthew sobbed quietly, eyes glazed over.

Isaiah cupped his cheeks in his hands, making him focus.

"Hey. Look at me. Things aren't perfect, but you aren't alone. You got a home and a pack and it's supposed to be something you can rely on. I'm not leaving, Sel is not leaving. I love this pack so much, Matt. What we have here together. I wouldn't want a big pack with corrupt leadership and years of grudges. Hector will take over and that will be good, cause he would never settle for being the second one anyway. He will change the pack from the inside, he likes the challenge. And I'll get to enjoy my small pack to the fullest."

Matthew's lips shook as he pressed them together. Isaiah thought his heart would break at the sight.

"Come on, up with you. The fever must be frying your brain, when you can still doubt me like that." Isaiah wrapped his hands around Matthew's arm, hoisting him up.

They stumbled the few steps to Isaiah's bed. Isaiah helped him lay down against the pillow, squeezing his nape. "I'm going to be right back, okay? Stay here for a sec."

Matthew didn't protest this time, looking wiped. He cradled his naked belly gingerly.

Isaiah figured with the fever as high as it was he could forgo getting him another shirt.

He threw the cover over the mess on the bed and opened the windows to help with the sticky smell. Then he finally allowed himself to go into the bathroom to get towels and water.

All his new supplies gathered and the bin cleaned out, he returned to the room. He wrapped a giant towel he soaked in cold water around Matthew's forehead, neck and chest, leading up to his stomach.

Matthew shivered, whining at the touch. "Ow. That's cold."

"I know, but your are too warm." Isaiah readjusted the towel, so it wouldn't touch Matthew's stomach, but let it on. Then he joined him on the bed, turning the light off.

"How are you holding up?"

Matthew squirmed on top of the covers, muffling a burp against the pillows. "Ugh. You got the bin somewhere close?"

He sounded a lot more coherent now. Isaiah thanked the Shadow he wasn't crying anymore. "Yep, it's right here." Isaiah tugged the bin closer to his side, ready to pull it close, when needed.

He couldn't help but reach over to Matthew, petting his hair. Matthew sighed, relaxing at the touch.

"Wolf plus one makes a pack. You are the first person I ever wanted to be in a pack with," Isaiah said quietly. He was always the one afraid Matthew would leave. It was stunning to see Matthew worried about the same thing. "And we got a witch too. Most packs don't get a witch years after being created, with over 20 members on one witch."

There was nothing as stabilising as a witch deciding the pack was worth using her magic and calming, mending effects for. It was the greatest honor.

Isaiah thought they would make it without her too, but it was so much better to have her there. The wave of affection and closeness he felt for both of them left him breathless on some days. And he knew he was getting a bit daring with the touches. The closer her felt, the more he craved the contact. The more he wanted to give it.

Matthew didn't seem to mind on this particular night, shifting closer. His stomach gurgled loudly and the red-haired wolf cringed.

"Still hurting? You want a heating pad?"

Matthew scoffed, huddling closer into himself. His hands rested on top of his belly as if he was trying to warm it up.

Isaiah reached over without thinking, planting his hand on top of Matthew's puffy stomach. He followed around the gurgles, massaging it gently, just like Seline did for him. He never would have thought of the idea without experiencing her miraculous touch.

Matthew tensed, a little gasp escaping. But then he put his hands out of the way, leaving Isaiah space to work.

"Okay like this?"

Matthew hid his face in the crook of his arm, breathing out softly. "Okay."

[confoodles]

Does anyone else feel like Aylinluna was horribly out of character this episode?? I've heard that apparently some things were cut, so that might be the reason but it still felt weird. Like ur telling me Luna, who has literally been so respectful of Aylin's boundaries literally even last episode, is suddenly forcing her to go out of her comfort zone?? Okay, fine, I understand the concept of wanting ur gf to get along with ur friends, but ur telling me Luna wouldn't stand up for Aylin when someone is clearly getting in her face and making her uncomfortable?? That she would call her an ALIEN??!!!

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Easter with König

It's another holiday, which means I'm going to make my favorite fictional Austrian go through the holidays as well. First was Fasching, now it's Easter! If I have to celebrate it, then so does König, except he gets to have a better time doing it!

I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d meet his family during Easter. It’s a tradition of his to go to his parents’ home during that time for a visit and a chat, he only sees them maybe twice a year, so he can appreciate having a small get together with them. He normally gets along well with his parents, but he’s lost most of the contact he had with them ever since he hit his mid 20’s, but he does look forward to seeing them. Naturally, he’d take you along for the ride, regardless of whether you actually know German or not. He can play interpreter for you, it’s not a problem for him. But if you know German already? All the better, that way his parents and you can just talk to each other with no problems. He does hope that you’ll get along with them, they did play an important part in his life when he was younger.

König genuinely hopes that you will like the traditional Osterjause*, though. He’s loved Easter for that reason, and for the freshly baked lambs, but mostly for the best Brettljause*. In fact, he’s probably called his mother two weeks before his visit to let her know what kind of meat and sausages to get for him and you as well so that there shall be plenty to go around. If you’re not from around, then you likely don’t know what a “Gsöchts”* or “Schweinsbratn”* is, but he will assure you that it’s something delicious. König could rave on and on about that one farmer’s “Hauswiaschtl”. In fact, if he can, he’d love to go to the farmer’s market on Friday with you just so he can get you something to eat. Not above grabbing some Bauernbrot* and Krenn* either while he’s at it. Mans needs his Krenn when eating his Osterjause. Although it will have been a while since he’s seen everyone, he will introduce you to all the farmers there since he knows a good chunk of them growing up.

Naturally, he’ll be drinking a few beers here and there as well. He’s Austrian, it’s in his blood. Will have you try everything off the plate, from the Nuss* to the low-fat Karree*. Loves having you with him and will actively try to involve you in any conversation there may be so that you get to talk as well. Again, it might be a bit awkward if you don’t know any German, especially since he’s not the most reliable translator, but you’ll get by somehow. His parents have been curious about you for a while now anyway and have been wanting to meet you.

Although he claims to be far too old for that sort of thing, he wouldn’t mind looking for an “Osterkerberl”* with you. It’s a nice tradition that he used to love as a child and he wants you to experience Austrian Easter with him, so he likely asked his mother to hide one for you somewhere around the yard so you can go find it. She won’t give you any clues as to where it could be found. It’s childish, but it’s a lot of fun. In fact, if König were to ask her to prepare a Kerberl* for you, then chances are she prepared one for him as well, for old time’s sake. And then the both of you, two fully grown adults, will run around the yard, looking for the basket. Once you found it, you had to admit it was rather cute, filled with a few hand painted eggs, some colorful chocolate, a baked lamb and some crafted chicks and bunnies. Clearly, his mother put in a lot of thought into what goes into such a small basket. In fact, even the “grass” was made of edible paper, it seemed.

König would feel somewhat stupid, looking for a basket of all things during Easter, but it did remind him of his childhood, so he wouldn’t outwardly complain. Besides, you walking up to him, all happy with your little basket, does something to him. The sight was just too adorable, so he’d likely ask you, the master sleuth, to assist him in his hunt. Once you’ve both found them, you’d return back to his parents’ apartment and continue just chatting while occasionally eating a bit of the Jause*.

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Osterjause - Food that’s been prepared for Easter. It usually consists of meat, sausage, cheese, tomatoes and horseradish.

Brettljause - Same as Osterjause except it can be eaten at any point during the year.

Gsöchts - Geselchtes - Salted and smoked meat.

Schweinsbratn - Schweinebraten - Specifically prepared roast pork, eaten cold in this context.

Hauswiaschtl - Hauswürstel - A hard sausage.

Bauernbrot - A special type of bread.

Krenn - Horseradish.

Nuss, Karree - Types of meat

Osterkerberl - Osterkörbchen - Easter basket, a basket filled with easter themed food. Sometimes has a gift in it as well, mostly for children.

Kerberl - Körbchen - A basket

Jause - In this context it refers to the Osterjause.

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~ Unholy ft. Ferrari ~

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Work done, time do let down my hair 🤗