#tv show canon compliant

[jackpotgirl]

Summary:

Three times Colin Bridgerton has bribed the help to get close to Penelope. Told from the perspective of these three characters.

This is canon compliant with season 3 part one and offers some missing scenes and insights and is thus a SPOILER FIC. Enter at your own risk.

Notes:

Guys. GUYS. If you've been following my stories for any stretch of time you know this is my Roman Empire. I am so obsessed with what we got for these two in S3Pt1 - but of course I was and am hungry for more more MORE. So accept this little tale of missing scenes woven into the perspectives of the servants making bank on Colin's horniness. Rich may they get!

As always, unbeta'd, but I think it's alright. I promise it's worth it. Especially the little flashback to them as children that came to me out of the blue that made me all mushy while writing it. I hope you enjoy and drop me a line or two, if you did!

[wlntrsldler]

thinking non-canon luke thoughts because i just remembered the story of orpheus and eurydice and i had to take a breather

im thinking about how when luke was starting to have doubts about kronos’ plan; when he was slowly realizing that what the titan was planning was not going to fix everything the way he thought it would, kronos could feel luke slipping away.

im thinking about how it probably wouldn’t have been too late for luke to turn back and return to his friends, his family, and beg for their forgiveness, had he just not shown kronos his weakness, his achilles heel; but he did.

it was in a dream, it started out comforting, like it always did. luke was cleaning up after some of the younger campers in the hermes cabin. no matter how many times he told them to not leave their things on the floor and to throw away their snack wrappers, they wouldn’t listen. luke didn’t know why he wasted his breath reminding his siblings.

you were leaning against the door frame, a mischievous smile on your lips. “what’s up, cinderella?”

luke, startled, dropped the pile of dirty laundry he was holding. when he realized it was you, he rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head, “i told you to stop calling me that.”

when you first called him cinderella, he was a little confused. the disney princesses all blurred into one entity in his mind. was she the one who ate the poisoned apple? the one who pricked her finger on the needle? there’s no way she was the mermaid, right?

when you returned the following summer, you managed to smuggle in a dvd of cinderella and one of those portable dvd players. the two of you watched it in secret while the rest of the campers were away at the bonfire.

at first, luke scoffed at the comparison, “how am i cinderella?”

“you always clean up after your siblings, silly,” you laughed.

he was still a little hurt by it, especially since he harbored a massive crush on you. why couldn’t you see him as a rugged prince or something? he thought maybe wishing that you saw him as a knight would be too cliche; but he accepted the kind-hearted pet name because it made you laugh. it was luke’s favorite sound.

the scene in his dream changed quickly after that. your mischievous smile turned into something more sinister as the darkness from outside trickled into the cabin. the pile of clothes he dropped on the floor disappeared and the floor began to crack, as if trying to swallow him whole. then the voice came.

luke knew that kronos knew about you then; how luke felt about you, how if there was anything that could stop him from joining, it would be you.

as the days went on, the pull to return back to camp was getting stronger. luke wanted to see you. he needed to see you. so he did.

behind the trees of your cabin, he stood there, watching you talk to your siblings. if he concentrated hard enough, his mind could replay the sound of your laughter. he was too far to actually hear it then, but he thought of it. he imagined it.

he even let out a silent chuckle when he thought about how badly you would tease him for spying on you like this; in another life, you’d catch him and joke about how he couldn’t get enough of you. in another life, maybe, he’d hear your laugh again. maybe he’d be the reason for it.

when kronos learned of luke’s escapade, the titan grew angry. the nightmares felt more personal after that. kronos seemed to know all of luke’s weak spots and threatened to act on them if luke disobeyed again.

there was one night that was particularly difficult. the titan was growing stronger and it was the first time luke couldn’t fight him off, the first time he felt himself losing control over his own body, his own mind. luke tried to wake up from his slumber, but it was no use.

kronos dangled a promise in front of him; a promise that if luke continued with the plan, a promise that if luke didn’t look back, kronos would leave you alone, that you’d survive. luke agreed to it. luke would do anything to save you.

but the pull was still there. kronos was right. luke wanted to leave, this he was sure of now, and the night he saw you just made it more difficult to follow through with the plan. he missed you.

in the final battle, luke was too weak to continue fighting. there was so much blood on his hands that he lost track of who he had hurt. he was tired. as he was about to succumb to his fate, he heard it.

“cinderella,” you called out. “hermes cabin is a mess. they need you back.”

luke was distracted by you. only you would be making jokes at a time like this. luke sent you a crooked smile and he received that mischievous smile of yours right back. he thought that it might morph into something evil, like it was one of his dreams, but it didn’t; it turned into something worse.

there was blood spilling out of your mouth. you froze in your spot before falling to your death.

“you looked back.” that voice.

he found enough strength then to do one last thing; with a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins, luke stabbed himself in his mortal spot.

[watchyourbuck]

Buck and Eddie pretend they don't go to the gym together only to check each other out. Sometimes it's at the firehouse, sometimes it's the actual gym, but the motives are consistent.

Buck has been lying for months to do the same routine as Eddie, he's even had to snuck to the gym alone a few times to complete his own workout. He's so tired of doing abs, but it's worth it. When he sees the man on the mat next to him flex and sweat, it feels like a treat. A delicious, low on carbs treat.

They take turns on the machines and stare awkwardly at each other while the other does the set. Eddie almost always has to turn partially around to hide the growing hardon on his pants as he sees Buck do literally anything with his arms.

It takes nine whole months before Buck breaks and tells Eddie he has a leg day coming up that doesn't align with their program. The puppy eyes on his buddy are almost enough to make him take it back, but his doctor urged him to distribute his workout evenly. He's still on bloodthinners. Kinda, sorta.

So the day arrives and it feels like the end of titanic as they march to opposite sides of the gym. Buck does what he needs and feels good about it, although he can't shake the feeling that there's something missing.

Next time he sees Eddie it's when they go back to the showers at the very end. It's late and only a few tired voices can be heard through the walls and stalls. They chat momentarily, a stupid eye-to-eye smile on both on them, but the conversation is shallow and dull, and truly, Buck can't do this anymore so he closes the distance and kisses him.

Eddie is shocked only for a few seconds, but then he grabs Buck's waist and pulls him closer, deepening the kiss. It's sloppy and it tastes like sweat, but neither of them pull back until the lights of the bathroom flicker.

"Wanna go home and make up for the time we didn't spend together?"

Truly Buck cannot grab his shit fast enough.

[lpmurphy]

Of the Care and Keeping of Spartans Master List

Spring in Tchakova Park Full work on AO3 Spotify Playlist

Pairings: John-117/OC Status: Completed Summary:

Green was the color of the grass where he used to walk in Tchakova Park.

In which John meets a stranger in the park, Violet learns of the care and keeping of Spartans, and Cortana offers dating advice.

Chapter One: Lights on the Water

Chapter Two: The Jungle

Chapter Three: Goose

Chapter Four: The Rock

Chapter Five: Picture Frames

Chapter Six: Gold Visor, Hazel Eyes

Chapter Seven: First Aid

Chapter Eight: Headboards (NSFW)

Chapter Nine: Family Dynamics

Chapter Ten: Anthuriums

Chapter Eleven: Conversations

Chapter Twelve: Pillow Talk (NSFW)

Chapter Thirteen: Meet the Parents

Chapter Fourteen: Eavesdropping

Chapter Fifteen: Confessions

Chapter Sixteen: Arrivals

Chapter Seventeen: Downtown

Chapter Eighteen: Flashes and Blinks

Chapter Nineteen: Bathroom Conversations

Chapter Twenty: All Too Well

Chapter Twenty-One: Headboards Volume 2 (NSFW)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Girlhood

Chapter Twenty-Three: Fishies

Chapter Twenty-Four: Night Swim

Chapter Twenty-Five: Gúta (NSFW)

Chapter Twenty-Six: Carvings

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Persephone

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sunshine

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Scarf

Chapter Thirty: Cultivation

Chapter Thirty-One: Incursion

Chapter Thirty-Two: Ignorant Innocence

Chapter Thirty-Three: Home

Chapter Thirty-Four: Epilogue- Spring in the Highland Mountains

Something Borrowed: A Sequel AO3 Spotify Playlist

Pairings: John-117/OC, Background Riz/Vannak Status: Completed 9/6/24 Summary

Springtime on Reach had always been Violet's favorite season. She had always adored the mild temperatures, the flowers and greenery in constant bloom and the beauty it brought to Tchakova Park. Meeting John beside the pond the year before had only given her another reason to love the spring. But, on a May evening beside a lake in the Highland Mountains, Violet found yet another reason to love springtime.

In which the 117s tie the knot, Cortana becomes an unlicensed therapist, Kai and Vannak organize a bachelorette party, and Riz plans a wedding.

Chapter One: The Desert

Chapter Two: Sisters

Chapter Three: The View From Tchakova Park

Chapter Four: Cinnamon Whiskey (NSFW)

Chapter Five: Housekeeping

Chapter Six: Tests

Chapter Seven: Cleansing

Chapter Eight: Discoveries

Chapter Nine: Orange Juice

Chapter Ten: Mer

Chapter Eleven: Something in the Orange

Chapter Twelve: Best Friends

Chapter Thirteen: Fog

Chapter Fourteen: Q&A

Chapter Fifteen: Group Message

Chapter Sixteen: Nightmares

Chapter Seventeen: Last Minute (NSFW)

Chapter Eighteen: Threads

Chapter Nineteen: Lamby

Chapter Twenty: Balloons and Streamers

Chapter Twenty One: Marco Polo

Chapter Twenty Two: Bachelorette Part 1

Chapter Twenty Three: Bachelorette Part 2

Chapter Twenty Four: The Morning After

Chapter Twenty Five: Bubbe Fran

Chapter Twenty Six: Becoming

Chapter Twenty Seven: Promises

Chapter Twenty Eight: Empty Chair

Chapter Twenty Nine: 117

Chapter Thirty: Epilogue- Someday Came Two Years Later

The View Between Villages Read on AO3

Status: In Progress (1/3)

Summary:

'This wasn’t home. It felt like someone else belonged here, and perhaps someone else did. He stopped being the boy who did the moment he called on that coin. Childhood came spinning to an end as soon as it came up heads.'

In which Violet receives orders to Eridanus II, and John brings his wife home.

Part One: Cold

Of Mothers and Bedtime Stories Read on AO3

Status: Complete Summary:

“Daddy?” Hailey called. “Yeah, babygirl?” “What’s your mommy’s name?” “Catherine.”

A series of questioning from a very curious five year old forces Violet to consider her feelings towards the woman that created her husband, and what she means to him.

[kaesficrecarchive]

[carmy x sydney]

temper, temper  by malariamonsters (1/1 | 21,605 | E)

(I swear to god, she looks fucking beautiful. You would've lost your mind.) That's fire, Chef.

[randomness-is-my-order]

Late Night Conversations

– a PJO fanfic

a/n: soooo i’m a fic writer and by compulsion, i wrote a short in-between oneshot based on epsiode four of the pjo tv show! set right after grover wakes up with all of them still in their beds and it’s from percy’s pov.

rated: gen

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Who knew that sleep-deprivation could make Grover grumpy enough to start bleating? Not just any bleating either, but irritated, at-his-wits-end kind of bleating. I certainly didn’t. Then again, the long trip on the Amtrak train was making me grumpy, too.

Okay, so grumpy wasn’t exactly the word. Restless was. What happened at Medusa’s creepy lair was a close call and ever since then, I couldn’t shake off the jitters of nervousness. The absolutely wonderful, not at all ominous nightmare didn’t help any.

Though, my conversation with Annabeth had been surprisingly...calming. I knew we didn’t agree on things but I was starting to see her perspective on all the godly matters and I think she was starting to see mine. I didn’t understand how she wasn’t angrier at her mother, how she could settle for so less but maybe I didn’t have to. Wasn’t acceptance more important in friendships anyway? One day, I would understand her but for now, I could accept her regardless.

Yes, I thought of her as a friend, now. How could I not? She’d killed for me. That’s one badass peace offering if I’d ever seen one and there was no way I’d reject it.

“You can go back to sleep, Grover,” I said, hearing another grouchy tirade from my friend.

Grover leaned down from his seat-bed at the top, his eyes squinting, “I will if you promise to not start chattering again.”

“Sorry, goat-boy,” Annabeth said but I think she sounded the opposite of apologetic. She sounded – what was that word? Right. She sounded impertinent. “But Percy and I are in the middle of a riveting conversation. I have earplugs though. Do you want some?”

Annabeth looked at me from the corner of her eyes and I quirked a brow at her. Riveting conversation? That was one way to put it. I didn’t know she was enjoying our chat as much as I did. Maybe there was hope for us yet.

“Earplugs?” Grover repeated, incredulous. “Gee, couldn’t have given them to me before you two went ahead and disturbed my sleep? Why are you even carrying those around?”

Grover had a point. Earplugs didn’t exactly strike me as questing essentials. Then again, what did I know? I’d been a demigod for all of three–four days while Annabeth had a whole hundred page long résumé in being one.

“I thought we might have to sleep on the forest floor,” Annabeth said, as a way of explanation.

That was how it was with her, sometimes. She said things, these odd non-sequiturs, expecting me to decode the meaning behind them. Expecting me to have context or figure out the whole picture from small clues. Maybe her brain worked that way, but mine didn’t.

So, I threw her the seven thousandth confused look since I had met her.

Annabeth sighed, sitting up in her bed, her blanket still covering her legs. “There are creepy crawlies in the forest, Percy? Don’t you ever think about what would happen if they–you know?”

I blinked, “If they invaded my ears and made a tiny nest inside my skull? Wait, do insects even make nests?”

“Yes, they do,” Grover piped up, looking a little less agitated now that the topic was about insects. “And if a bug enters your ear, Annabeth, it won’t be as harmful as you think.”

“I’m not taking the risk,” Annabeth said and she sounded pretty serious about it.

“If a worm ever enters your ear,” I said, “scream your lungs out and either Grover or I will come and get it out.”

“Wow, thanks Percy,” Annabeth replied and I could recognise a sarcastic tone the moment I heard one. “That sounds very reassuring.”

“Don’t count on me,” Grover said, grouchy again. “I don’t feel inclined to help you in any way after you have so callously trampled on my slumber.”

“I didn’t know you could be such a drama queen, G-man,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Annabeth smiled, “Oh, you haven’t seen the half of it yet. We need to get him some tin cans soon or he will start chewing our brains out.”

Above me, Grover murmured reverently, “Tin cans... my beloved tin cans...”

“Is Grover an antique tin-can collector or something?” I asked. Having such an eccentric best friend was just my luck. Nothing in my life could be remotely normal, could it?

“No, no,” Annabeth said, her eyes shining with mirth. They were a pretty brown shade but sometimes I could see them turn just the lightest hue of grey when she spoke of Athena. I had a pretty whacky imagination though, or atleast that was what I believed so it was difficult to tell reality apart from a trick of light. “He eats the tin cans. They’re like gourmet food to him.”

“You’re totally kidding me, aren’t you?” I said, blank-faced.

“Grover, tell him.”

Grover looked over at me, still dazed as if commiserating over past memories and nodded, “She’s right. I’m a bit of a tin-can connoisseur but with me acting as a human for the longest time and then with all the chaos you’ve brought, I haven’t had the time to munch on my favourite snack.”

“Oh. Sorry,” I said, feeling guilty. “Maybe we can get you a coke at the next stop? Do you like the flavor of coke cans?”

“You’re taking this way better than I did,” Annabeth said, looking oddly impressed.

But Grover was frowning at me now, as if something I said had worried him.

“Percy,” he said, sounding very earnest. “I just want you to know that I really like the chaos you bring. So, don’t feel sorry.”

I smiled at him, a small one. It did feel good to know that my friend didn’t think of me as a nuisance. Grover always had a way of telling me things I needed to hear, just like Mom. Maybe his satyr powers were mindreading? Things would be so much easier if I could mindread.

The train lurched and Annabeth was thrown back in her seat from the inertia. I was still lying down so it caused my stomach to flip uncomfortably. After a moment, everything was smooth sailing again.

I yawned. Annabeth looked at me and I knew a wisecracking comment was incoming but when she opened her mouth, she yawned, too. And then, Grover yawned as well because ofcourse he did.

“Maybe we all need more sleep, huh?” I said, pulling my blanket further up.

“Thank you,” Grover said pointedly.

Annabeth lied back down, too, “I think you’re right. Goodnight, guys.”

I murmured a goodnight back and closed my eyes. There were alot of things on my mind, alot of burdens I didn’t want to deal with. I missed Mom and I was paranoid about a monster coming for us in our sleep. I was angry at my father and I was angry at Gabe and I was angry at the Minotaur. I didn’t want to meet Hades but I knew I would have to anyway. Thalia’s story was like a cautionary tale for me and I hated how small I felt because of it. There was a huge confusing tangle of emotions inside me but mostly I was just afraid.

But hearing the steady breathing of Grover and Annabeth around me, for the first time I felt like I could do this. That I could save Mom.

I slept.

[storybook-souls]

watched the new owl house last night and i can't believe that in this show raine whispers ALREADY had to pretend to be brainwashed for weeks (and possibly was actually brainwashed before someone snapped them out of it) and THEN got turned into a living puppet and THEN got possessed. give them a fucking BREAK (by which i mean don't because i'm having a delightful time,)

[redstarfish-art]

Forget Annabeth being different. My mind is reeling by the fact that Show!Percy looks like Book!Luke and Show!Luke looks like Book!Percy.

My mind is spinning. It's spinning!!!

[a-hazbin-reader]

love the chaotic-ness of platonic alastor and reader of your posts!! the way you write him is more canon compliant but that makes it even more GREAT. can i req platonic alastor (+maybe rosie as a trio?) with overlord!reader. they just talk shit about the Vees and stuff lmao and do it openly on his radio show. hang out at rosie’s. maybe alastor gets reader to support the hotel too and everyone’s to alastor is like THEM?? You know THEM??? alastor’s like yeah lol we blow stuff up every tuesday and broadcast it where you at

OVERLORD PODCAST OVERLORD PODCAST OVERLORD PODCAST-

Alastor X Reader X Rosie Headcanons

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Alastor and Rosie cannibalism

Description: 👆⬆️

The three of you are very busy demons who have demanding jobs so getting together doesn't happen as often as you'd like

But when you get together??? It's almost like you're all a bunch of gossiping old women instead of powerful deadly overlords

Rosie brings the snacks(bring your own if you don't want people meat), Alastor provides the venue, and you pick the topic of discussion

The first podcast was entirely an accident, Alastor forgetting he was on air when you and Rosie suddenly burst in

ALASTOR YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED

He gets so sucked into what you're saying that he forgets about his radio show and everything the three of you are saying is being broadcast live

But a lot of people are tuning into it??? Like everyone is so entertained by the three of you and your conversation

Once you three realize what happened then you all agree that this must become a weekly occurrence

Even the other overlords listen in on it every once in a while, finding it hilarious

Vox is absolutely livid because he's being IGNORED, why is nobody watching tv anymore???

He tries to get you and Rosie on his show instead but the two of you don't even take the offer seriously

The chemistry would be all off without Alastor's sparkling humor anyways

Which makes him throw a huge tantrum that becomes the next topic between the three of you

Y'all are just trashing this man at this point

It's his own fault for providing you three with so much ammo

But nobody is safe

It's just a fun little gossip podcast that somehow blows up and turns into this gigantic thing

But it gives you three an excuse to hang out

Whenever the conversation starts to drift towards the hotel you try to stay out of it for your own reasons

And it does always go back to the hotel, Alastor is running a business afterall

Alastor slowly starts to warm you up to the idea of his hotel, whatever your motivations are or if you believe in it

Rosie also encourages you to at least humor him and go see it

Easy for you say, he's not pressuring YOU

So you give in one day, accompanying Alastor to the hotel

Huh, Alastor wasn't joking when he said that Lucifer's daughter was his partner 🤔

You're not entirely surprised when you see the shocked looks everyone gives Alastor when they see you

WTF ALASTOR WHEN YOU SAID Y/N WAS COMING I DIDN'T THINK YOU MEANT Y/N THE OVERLORD

Who else would it have been, Vaggie???

Everyone nervously watches you and Alastor interact, it's two extremely powerful beings in one hotel

Except for Niffty, she greats you like an old friend, climbing all over you and making maniacal noises

Husk and Niffty are the only ones not surprised by your friendship, knowing that you and Alastor are good friends

They fill the others in on your relationship when they think you two aren't listening

It's almost funny hearing it come from someone else, you had nearly forgotten how you two met

"That's right..! I DID try to kill you! That's so funny!"

"Isn't it? And I do believe I nearly bit your hand clean off!"

You two are fucking deranged

You have a better understanding of why Alastor wants so much support for this hotel now

And you're a little surprised that Charlie seems to believe so genuinely in the idea of redeeming a soul

Regardless of if you're sold in the idea or not, you agree to support the hotel for Alastor

But now you're going to rope Rosie in with you too, if you're gonna go down then the three of you are going down together

But that's unlikely to happen, Alastor wouldn't lead you guys into a death trap

He's never steered you wrong before

This was so fun to write!!

[syrma-sensei]

→ Bad Mouth.

gif credit.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!reader.

Rating: Explicit, pure filth.

Warnings: domestic ben, non-canon compliant, drug use, cockwarming, daddy kink, brat!reader, choking on huge dick, piv, pet names, minimum plot...

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Ben wants to netflix and chill with you but on his way.

Taglist: @zepskies

You and Ben just finished having dinner together. Ben's cleaning the table while you take care of the dishes. You glance over your shoulder at him with pride. Ben is adapting to modern life. Even though it's an excruciatingly slow process, it's still a progress, and you couldn't be prouder. In spite of that, Ben doesn't seem to be so pleased with the drastic changes that happened to the world during his sleep, and it causes him great frustration most of the time. But you're here to help him find his place in the new world. He insists he can handle everything by his own, but the man can't do a thing without screwing everything up, especially that loose tongue of his.

You proceed with your work in the kitchen; putting dry dishes in the cupboard, mopping the floor, and sorting the leftovers from dinner. Ben is now sitting in the living room watching something on TV. You need not to worry about that because you already taught him how to shuffle through networks and pick something up to watch. You've come to notice that unlimited access to media is something he appreciates and even enjoys. He'd sit and absorb the contents for learning purposes, making comments on how cinema quality is fucked up nowadays compared to the glorious days back in his time. You'd giggle at his words, reminding you of your grumpy grandpa. He still watches what now-shitty-Hollywood produces, nevertheless.

You emerge from the kitchen, drying up your wet hands with a towel. Your gaze catches his before he says, “C'mere, sweetheart, want you to sit on my lap.”

You smile, strolling down to the sofa where he's sitting. He cranes his head to look up at you before he adjusts his position for you. You slide up deftly to straddle his strong thighs, coming face to face with his handsome visage. Beautiful green eyes ravishing you with hunger. He flashes you a mischievous grin. “Not what I meant, baby.”

“Oh,” You raise a brow, flashing him a wicked smile of your own, “If that's what you want, Daddy.” You wink.

“Atta girl.”

He helps you to stand up again, shoving his blue sweatpants and underwear down to his mid thighs as you take your panties off; you weren't wearing anything but a hoodie and a thin pair of panties, which is laying on the floor now. He's not hard but not soft either. You moan slightly as you sink on his length, his chest pressing to your back, a strong arm holding you by your waist close to his warm body. He's so well-endowed and thick, you can feel him fill every inch of you; you shiver.

From the side of the couch, Ben fetches his blunt from the small table and lights it up.

You try to distract yourself from the overwhelming sensations that course through your body from the feeling of utter fullness. Eyes glued on the screen, you notice that Ben is watching Narcos: Mexico on Netflix. The events take place in the late seventies and the early eighties, close to his time of claimed death.

Smoke begins to fog up around you, hazing your head and making it lighter. That shit is strong. Minutes elapse, and the whiffs of high is making you naughty. You glimpse at him from the corners of your eyes to find him too focused on the show. You grin giddily and slowly roll your hips on his dick. You earn a low grumble from behind but nothing more. Your faint high is making you braver so you take another shot, snapping your hips again, but more aggressive this time

“Whoa,” He says, “Easy, baby doll—”

You buck your hips again with a giggle, feeling his cock nourishing inside of you. “Hold still, woman,” He growls in a low voice, “Last warning.” Your hips carry on until he snaps impatiently, lifting you up his cock effortlessly and turning you to face him. “Not gonna let Daddy finish the goddamn season with your pretty cunt warming up his cock?”

You giggle playfully, raising a challenging brow, “No,” You emphasise with another snap of your hips. He twitches inside of you, “Come on, don't you wanna fuck me, Daddy? Or you want me to do all the work for your old-ass?”

He furrows his brows at you, but before you receive an answer, you climb down his thighs swiftly and rush towards your bedroom, you grin proudly when you hear his hasty footsteps behind you. You yelp when you find yourself being flung to the bed, your grin widens and you giggle again when you find him above you. You feel his weight on your body, and his cock nudging your opening. With a vigorous thrust he's inside you and between your legs.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” You cry, “Please, give me your cock, Daddy!”

You kick your legs playfully as he teases you with his massive cock; slow and deep drags in and out of your dripping cunt.

“Oh, now it's 'Please Daddy', hmm?” He chuckles cruelly, “What happened to the bratty bitch who wouldn't stop rocking her fucking hips on my dick? You fucking cock tease.”

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Daddy!” A thrilled cry tears out of your throat as you look at him with teary eyes. He stops and slides his cock out of you, and you whimper. You try to buck your hips to his cock but he has a steel grip on your wrists above my head. You couldn't move much. You curse his supe strength.

“You're sorry?” Ben sneers, raising a brow, “Sorry won't get you anywhere, sweetheart.” His face slants down so his mouth is nearly brushing yours, “If you want my cock buried in that slutty pussy of yours, you must show me how sorry you are.”

“Please,” You say breathlessly, gulping down while nodding, “Let me show you I can be a good girl, your good girl.”

“Now you wanna be my good girl?” He snickers, “Should've warmed my cock while I smoked that reefer like I told you to instead of pissing me off with your hips.”

You giggle, tilting your head to the side coquettishly, “But Daddy! I love your cock so much; can't help myself when you're inside of me.”

Ben's hands loosen from your wrists and you can move again. He quirks a playful eyebrow at you, a grin slipping into his lips. “You love how my cock fills you up, Princess?”

“Yes!” You gush, sitting up on your thighs and Ben leans back, his face still in yours. “I love it so much, Daddy. I love the feeling of you.” You slip onto the ground between his thighs. His cock is long and thick, hardened and curved up towards his lower torso. Pre-cum is glimmering on the slit of its tip. The sight makes your mouth water. Your tongue takes a long drag on the shaft and Ben growls, his hand is harsh in your hair, yanking your head backwards. You hiss in pain, but tingles of delight sweep over your spine. You like how he manhandles you. He leans down to your face and chuckles, “You want it so bad, don't you?” He drawls, mance swirling in his eyes, “Then take it.”

Ben's grip tightens on your hair, his dick is shoved all the way down your throat. You gag at the sudden fullness in your mouth. You try to lift yourself up to adjust your position, but he doesn't let you. The fucking bastard. He wants you to choke on him.

“Let's put that bad mouth of yours into some good use.”

Drool seeps through the corners of your mouth down to your chin, and tears start to prick your eyes. You hold into his thighs and try to ease your breath through your nose. You taste his pre-cum and salt of his skin. In another circumstance, you'd suck him empty.

“Ah, just like that,” His voice is thick and content, you can hear the smirk in his voice, “Move an inch and you're not allowed to cum for the rest of the week.”

Your eyes fly wide when you comprehend what's going to happen. He's going to fucking smoke again while you warm his cock with your mouth. The asshole. What a fucking dick. But his dominating, deep voice shoots directly to your pussy, making it squeeze around nothing.

You hear him flicking the lighter on and a few moments later you hear him exhale a small cloud of smoke. You whimper in discomfort and your legs shift a bit. His hand pats your hair gently and you look up at him through your bangs.

“You can be such a fucking brat sometimes,” He says after taking a long drag, his hand continues to fondle your hair tenderly. You grumble around his length and he lets out an amused chortle, “What is it, baby doll?” He strokes your scalp again. God, his smirk is so annoying but utterly beautiful, “Too busy to come up with a nasty sass?”

He wants to play dirty? You can play dirty. You flick your tongue on the underside on his shaft and it twitches in response. “Behave,” Ben warns in a grumble, hand tugging your hair. Again, your cunt clenches around nothing. You stop; you don't want him to execute his threat. Because he'd fucking do it. Last time you pushed your limits he denied you your orgasm for a night as a punishment. True, he compensated you the following morning, but it drove you crazy the entire night. Long story short, you don't want to experience that obnoxious feeling of reaching the rim of your high but never get it. Your throat clenches around his cock when you attempt to swallow your saliva.

Minutes elapsed then he muffled his reefer in the ashtray on the bedside table. His grip slides your head gently off his dick and you take a deep breath before gazing up at him. His cock is slickened wet by your spit and his pre-cum.

“Good girl,” He remarks, whipping your face dry with a tissue. When he's finished, he pats the spot next to him, “On bed, all fours.”

Thrill sweeps over your body again as you climb up on the bed again, settling on your hands and knees as he ordered after you took off your hoodie. You hear shuffling behind you; he's taking his clothes off too. You yelp in surprise when his hand smacks your right butt cheek playfully then you giggle. His hand trails down your ass crack, his fingertips teasing the rim of your butt hole and you shiver. “Can't wait to fuck this hole someday.” He comments and you chew your lower lip, “But let us focus on that honeyed pussy now, shall we?”

His blunt nails press to your clit and you moan, “Fucking Christ, you're practically drenched down here, Princess.” He circles the bundle of nerves and your hands grip the sheets beneath you. You mewl when two of his fingers are deep-knuckle inside of you.

“Please Daddy, please,” You groan, rubbing yourself against his hand when doesn't move.

“Wanna cum, baby girl? Fuck yourself on my fingers just like that.” You whimper in frustration but you do it nevertheless.

His other hand reaches out to your breasts, his fingers finding your erect nipples. Ben plays with them as his thumb presses in circles to your clit. He's driving you crazy. He's all over you. His hands toying with you, his firm chest is against your back, his mouth next to your temple whispering the filthiest words into your ears. Overwhelm sweeps over your body, and you squeeze around his fingers. You groan and rub yourself faster. Your knees are growing weak. “Daddy, Daddy! I'm gonna cum. Can I cum, please?”

He growls, “Cum to me, princess, cum to me.”

To ruin you even more, Ben pumps his fingers expertly against your g-spot and as if on cue you crash on his relentless digits. Tears run down your cheeks as the orgasm hits you like a hurricane. Ben doesn't wait, he flips you on your back and plunges himself through your pulsing cunt. He grunts at the wringing and curses under his breath. “Fuck,”

You claw at his back when his cock fills you up and you sigh in pleasure, “I love you, Daddy. I love your cock so much.”

He grins down at you then kisses you briefly, murmuring, “You have no idea how much my cock loves your pussy, doll.”

Ben snaps his hips against yours and you see the stars. He's so huge, so fucking huge. And with every drag of his dick you feel each inch of its skin and every vein friction against your sensitive walls. He fills you up completely. His mouth leaves love bites on your neck, and his tongue leaves a wet stripe on your chin before he kisses you again.

His vigour brings you to my high again and it snaps around him harshly. You scream his name and cry, digging your nails into his skin. He cums hard inside of you, you feel his hot seed painting your walls white.

His dick starts to soften inside, and he shifts to pull out, but you cling to him, looking up at his green eyes. “Stay,” you whisper.

And he does.

🦅 The Boys Masterlist

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[dancingtotuyo]

Woman | Joel Miller x Reader

Complete, Rating: Mature/Explicit

Watch her take me by surprise

When she lets me call her mine

Do you ever really know?

Can you ever really know?

Summary: Joel Miller returns to Jackson bringing back memories and feelings from 20 years ago, but you refuse fall into the universe’s trap again. Your table is at capacity. Adding another chair will only kill you when they get taken away.

Tags: Joel Miller X Reader. Age Gap. smut. hurt/comfort. Life in Jackson. single parent. post season/part I. Mostly TV show canon compliant. TV show versions of characters. playing with the timeline. Tommy’s been in Jackson for a lot longer.

Warnings: descriptions of blood, gore, trauma. Grief & loss. Loss of a spouse. Violence. Smut/Explicit content. Panic attacks, depression, anxiety. MISC canon topics. Chapter specific warnings before each chapter.

Playlist - Updated with each chapter release

Part I

1. tame the ghosts in my head 2. a clouded mind and a heavy heart 3. pick up your clothes and curl your toes 4. walk with me, i think we’ll find a way 5. sleep the hours that i can't weep 6. play my bloody part 7. when she lets me call her mine

Before - A Woman Story

Five peeks into your life before Joel Miller reentered it, recommended to read in between Part I & II of Woman

Part II

8. a cry of my heart to see 9. the fear of what’s to come 10. hold you from the world and its curse drabble. what's that i see? 11. up from the dust, inconceivable love 12. love with urgency but not with haste

drabble. love will not break your heart but dismiss your fears

Part III

13.with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair 14.in the cold light i live to love and adore you 15.holding my breath for you epilogue. the ghosts that we knew

More Reading:

lover of the light Willa's third birthday

Summer of '03 The bridge: A scene that happen in every universe and also the point of divergence.

Landslide A no outbreak AU: Can you and Joel find each other when society stands tall, dictating what is and is not acceptable? Or will it keep you from one another?

Bonus Content:

Art commission based on chapter 12

[wildwheatfields]

Human au

You’re starting here! -> Part 2 -> part 3 -> part 4

HAHA HUMAN AU THAT SERVES MY OWN HEADCANONS

The boo crew goes into the catacombs n find themselves in a situation… what were they trying to find?? Who did this to them?? What are they going to do now?! 😱

This isn’t really canon compliant but I do wanna play with the rules of the universe n tv show. Again, I go by the doll designs cuz even tho I love the show, I’m just so obsessed w the dolls n the stories I can make based on them

Let me know if y’all like this!! I plan on continuing but it’ll be slow

Print shop

[watchyourbuck]

Okay but what if the one that discovers Eddie’s street fighting phase is Buck. He’d notice he’s been acting weird, because there’s no way he got that bruise ‘roughhousing with his kid’ and decide to follow him after work, through sketchy and dark alleys that take nowhere.

He’d then realize they do, in fact, take somewhere. A place he doesn’t want Eddie anywhere near.

Buck would step out of the car, in appeased anger, because he knows he can’t win if he’s impulsive, and enter through the metal doors, only to see a halfway decent fence making a square.

Outside of it, there’d be around forty people, all watching as something went on in it. And he’d step a little forward, scared of what he might find, completely unprepared to see Eddie, his Eddie, bleeding through his nose and throwing punches at the guy in front of him.

He’d try to contain himself, but the way the others are encouraging them ignites something deep inside of him. Why would he stay in his lane when he cares so much about him?

None of the macho men would be able to stop him, then, from entering as well, through cracked screams of ‘Eddie! Eddie, stop!’, all of which finally get the man’s attention.

Between the yelling and the laughing Buck would barely be able to hear Eddie’s ‘Buck, watch out!’ before he’s being thrown to the ground, his side and ribs taking the worse of it.

And he’d lose consciousness, because he’s trained to fight fires and clime collapsing buildings, but not to be blindly attacked by a guy with nothing to lose.

The thing is, though, Eddie would see red. Not rosy, a day in the park red, but a Hannibal Lecter’s my cook red, and no matter how much he’d try, the emotion switch he’s been holding hostage for the past years would suddenly flip, and he’d launch himself fists first at everybody, hitting wherever he can find skin or bone.

The police and ambulance siren would sound both like a sentence and a lifeline, because he’d known he’s being taken, but he can’t wait for them to take care of Buck, so he’d stay put, hands in the air, whispering relentlessly ‘it’s okay, Buck, they’re here, they’re gonna take care of you’ as if he’d hear or reply.

Knocked out cold, he’d see them place Buck in the back of the truck, three paramedics hovering over him, starting a line, checking his body.

Only then he’d let himself be taken by the police, his body giving out now that he knows Buck’s okay, at the very least, he’s being revised, and he’d end up in jail, where no one would tell him anything.

After hours of shushing and ignoring, he’d finally be able to call Bosko to bail him out, just as he did a few weeks ago. She’d be mad, but truth be told, he wouldn’t care. No, this time? This time he’d make his way to the hospital, no explanations, no grand speeches to make anyone feel better, because there would be nothing and nobody he’d care more for than Evan Buckley, the man he loves.

[lpmurphy]

“He looked down at her, morning light casting a glow across her skin as if she had been woven from it. Violet stared up at him with half lidded eyes and pretty kiss swollen lips, her arms around his neck and fingers brushing through his hair. He had decided as he watched that security feed weeks ago that there would never be a man who came after him that deserved Violet Harris. No man ever would deserve the woman she was. He would try to become that man, though. Even if it took him whatever time he had left to do so.” -Spring in Tchakova Park, Chapter 21: Headboards Vol. 2

Absolute in LOVE with this fan art @threshergm commissioned of John and Violet from my fic Spring in Tchakova Park. Just look at them. My heart. 😭❤️

I’ve never had fan art made for my work before. What an honor! Thank you so much!! Check out the insanely talented artist on Reddit at u/ferversaile and read the whole completed work on AO3!

[kaesficrecarchive]

cake by the ocean by YellowLaboratory (1/1 | 9,634 | T)

“Sarah, no offense,” Pope says, the exhaustion in his voice making it clear he’s at his wit’s end, “but this is kind of stupid.”

Clearly, it’s not the right thing to say. Sarah snaps her fingers, taking a step back, throwing her hands out as if she’s picturing the party in her mind’s eye. “That’s it,” she says. “That’s the theme of the party. Stupid things have good outcomes all the time.”

Or, eighteen days after they land on the island, it’s JJ’s birthday.

Jiara Bingo: Friendship Bracelets

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[neyafromfrance95]

I don’t know what’s funnier at this point; the haters calling us delusional because Sauron is in love with Galadriel, or them actually believing a TV show about “The Lord of the Rings” has Galadriel and Elrond french-kissing to pass a key or whatever. Sauron being in love with Galadriel is more canon compliant than that trainwreck, folks. Every one is in love with Galadriel in canon, nothing wrong with adding Sauron to the midst.

galadriel, aka the "man-maiden", is collecting them boytoys.

1 malewife househusband (celeborn), 1 hippie friend with benefits (gandalf), 1 twin flame soulmate + archenemy (sauron), 1 hate s*x (adar). hope there will be more.

see, the girl loves variety in her harem, why does she need to kiss her future son-in-law when she already has targ-core undertones going on with her beloved daddybrother finrod?

but anyways, yeah, there is nothing in lotr that directly disproves sauron being in love with galadriel. in fact, their lotr "dynamic" makes a lot more sense with trop context.

but this doesn't even matter, tbh. trop is a fanfic, so are the movies, and tolkien himself had changed his canon several times. it's fiction, not documentation. only the most nerdy + annoying canon purists care if it's "canon-compliant" and act like tolkien is a messiah and his texts are holy manuscripts, lmao.

i only care about a compelling, tight storytelling.