#v: otherside.

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@10ccs sent: “how about we don’t do that.”

jiwon knows it's a bad idea. on any other night, he would immediately turn down the offer, but desperation sits heavy on his heart. he hasn't been able to stand still for more than two seconds at a time, constantly on edge, uncomfortable in his own skin. if he has to sit with his own thoughts for another night, he might just lose it.

"all we have to do is drop it off," jiwon tries to rationalise, squeezing his wrist nervously. nails dig crescents into tender skin; his pulse begins to pick up. the reasoning sounds absurd to his own ears, but jiwon needs something to get him through the week. "and we get to keep some of it after we do, so.. so it's basically free, you know? it's not a bad deal."

random dialogue prompts: ACCEPTING!

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The Nanny

Pairing: rafe x nanny reader

Summary: Being Wheezie's nanny was great. The only downside is dealing with the oldest Cameron, Rafe. What happens when his fascination with the nanny becomes a reality?

Warnings: 18+, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (Practice safe sex), cream pie, slapping, chocking, squirting, use of daddy

Wc: 5.3K

Chapter 3: Guess we're both broken

Waking up the next morning, you tossed over to the otherside, noticing the sheets were cold. Peaking through sleep coated eyes you realize that Rafe is gone. Sitting Up you look around the room, his shirt and shorts gone as well. Not surprised that he was gone, a sinking feeling is in your chest, he used you. Once again you are left knowing that you shouldn’t have thought anything else. Should have known him being on his best behavior recently was just another ploy to sleep with you, knowing that he won. 

The rest of the day was spent moping around Tannyhill, grateful that you didn’t need to see him. Sarah being the only person you see when she stops by to get some of her things before running off again to stir up trouble. The day was so uneventful that you even decided to go to your parents cookout. Which turned out as awful as you expected it to go.

Reaching your childhood home you can see your neighbors scattered around the lawn. You notice your dad on the grill talking to one of the other dad, most likely talking about what rub or glaze he used this time. Walking around you greeted a few people who stopped you to ask how work is going. “That Cameron boy is causing you any trouble is he?” If only you knew, you thought. “No he’s not. They are all really respectful to me.” In hindsight it wasn’t a lie, they have been really nice making you feel welcomed. If the past two nights hadn’t happened you wouldn’t be so apprehensive to say it, but they did happen.

Everything seemed to be going well until you reached your mom. She was talking to some of her friends when she saw you walking their way. “Well if it isn’t my precious little angel. Hardly recognize you since we never see you.” She chuckles, trying to mask the insult with laughter. Taking a deep breath you give her a hug. “I know, I’m sorry. Been trying to visit but it’s been hectic.” Saying hi to the rest of the group was met with few words, some of them not replying at all. “How much work can it really be? The young one is practically an adult herself.” Your mom has a way of making everything you do seem insignificant or an inconvenience to her, your job being one of them. 

“You’d be surprised. Wheeze is a saint but she does give me a run for my money. I should go say hi to dad before he feels left out.” With that you walked off to greet your dad. The rest of the night was a never ending cycle of your parents making small jabs at you. Making you and the rest of the party uncomfortable every time they spoke. The cherry on the cake was when they pulled off to the side just as you were about to leave. “Sweetie, we need to ask you something and before you start getting mad you need to agree to hear us out.” Your dad says sitting on the couch looking at you, your mom next to him nodding along to his words. “Okay.”

“So you see we really need to fix up the house. You know how bad the AC is, you would have better luck keeping the fridge door open then that thing working.” Oh god you can already see where this is going, eyes rolling waiting for them to ask you for money. “Don’t roll your eyes at us, we are your parents.” Your mother scolded. “Anyway.” your dad continues. “We don’t have the money to get it fixed. The mortgage is barely even being covered as it is, we just need you to spot us some money. Just enough to get us going.” Taking a deep breath and cooling your nerves. “How much?” you ask.

“4,000.” Your eyes widen at the price, that's a whole month's worth of pay, let alone you don’t have that on you right now due to helping them out. “4,000? You need me to give you 4,000 dollars? By when?” The questions shootout at them. “Yes 4,000 and we need it now preferably.” So that’s why they invited you today, not because they miss you like they claim but because they need money. “I don’t have that kind of money on me or in my account.” “What do you mean you don’t have that money? What’s the point of working for some kooks if they don’t pay you well.” Your dad scoffs turning and looking at your mom. “What did I tell you? I told you she wouldn’t help us.”

This really can’t be happening right now. You have been working since you were 14 to contribute to the bills, every paycheck going straight into their hands. “I have been helping you. I’ve been helping you for the past six years with every bill in this house.” “We never asked you to do that.” Your mother rebuttals, taking another sip from the glass of wine in her hand. “Yes you have!.” you exclaim. “You are literally asking me for 4,000 dollars as we speak. Every time you ask me for money I hand it over without making a fuss, but this I can’t do. I have my own expenses, you know.”

“What expenses? All of a sudden you live in a fancy mansion and you’re too good to help out your parents.” Your dad’s words hurt you. You have tried to be their perfect daughter your whole life. The perfect grade, the scholarship, then declining the scholarship because they begged you not to go. Every life choice you’ve made has been to cater them and their wants. “Yes, dad, my expenses. I have my own car that I pay for by myself, a car loan as well, I even have to buy my own groceries. Then on top of that I send the both of you practically all of my paychecks. I’ve been scraping by trying to make it all work, why can’t the two of you just realize I can’t do this.” Your pleas fall onto deaf ears as they both get up from the couch. “If you aren’t willing to help us then there’s nothing left to talk about. You know where the door is.”

Watching as the walk away tears threaten to spill from your eyes. The drive back to Tannyhill seemed longer than it usually did. The conversation played on repeat throughout the whole drive. Parking your car you rush to the front door, all you want to do is lay in your bed and cry. Tears are already falling from your eyes as you close the front door. “Well what do we have here, country club? This that nanny you keep hiding from me?” You recognize the voice, you’ve seen and heard him around Tanny when Rose or Ward is gone. Barry is his name you think not really caring to find out you just walk down the hall. “Not much of a talker I see.”

“Leave her alone.” Rafe’s voice makes your ears perk up. Even though every muscle in your body is telling you to keep walking and not to look at him, you cave. Eyes meeting he can see the tears in them. “You okay, sunny?” You can’t do this right now, can’t get caught up in him just for him to leave once again. Without saying a word you brush past him, bounding up the stairs to the second floor. But before you can slam your bedroom door you can hear Barry talk. “The fuck you do to her?”

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The next morning you had yourself locked in your room just thinking. First about your parents and then about Rafe, then your parents and Rafe once again. It was torture having to sit in the room replaying ever interaction to see where things went wrong. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell you about the Rafe situation but it might for your parents. 

Looking at the clock by the bed you see that it's almost one in the afternoon. Deciding that you can’t sit her a mope for the rest of your life, you get up and get ready. Ward had given you a membership to the country club when you first started, he thought it would be better since you can accompany Wheezie when she goes. A nice relaxing day at the club, eating the fancy food is just what you needed.

It didn’t take long to get there or to find a seat by the pool, most of the people are on the golf course anyway. The only people by the pool are the wives that have kids and the teens who were there for the lifeguard. Stripping from clothes you are left in the red bikini you wore, you put on some sunscreen before laying down on the lounge chair soaking up the rays. 

The sun feels nice against your skin, the heat relaxing your tense muscles finally being given a break. After about thirty minutes you flip over allowing your back to tan, not wanting to be uneven. The sound of kids laughing and the busy club lull you into a peaceful mind. So what if your parents are upset? You have done more than enough to help them out over the years, you can’t keep digging them out of their messes. Who even knows where most of the money you send them goes, it’s definitely not toward the house.

So what if Rafe is a dick who just uses girls and dumps them to the side? You can’t control who he is and clearly he just wanted to hookup nothing more. All that you can do now is just keep to yourself, it’s better to protect your peace then being his new play thing. Then why does it hurt? Shaking off the thoughts you notice how hot you started to get. 

The sun is beating down on you, sweat forming on your skin causing you to stick to the chair. Getting up you head into the pool, the cold warmer cooling you off as you float. You didn’t know this but a few feet away on the dining patio sat Rafe with Topper and Kelce. Rafe was half listening while the two boys talked about something he didn’t care about. His mind kept bringing back the picture of your crying face from last night.

As soon as Barry left he went straight to your room but the door was locked. He sat there for a second and heard nothing from the otherside of the door, assuming you went to bed he left for his room. When he woke up this morning it was all that he could think of, seeing you like that hurt him. You looked like he did after his dad made him feel less of, the thought of you feeling like that made his blood boil. But showing you he cared shows that he needs you, that he actually cares for, that’s not who he is.

No Rafe is the type of guy that fucks everything in his life up, dropped out of school, is a failure to his dad and in relationships. That's what he’s good at, you’ll see it eventually so why even try? Looking out to the course, he can see the pool from here, looking at all the bodies laying around. The red swimsuit draws his eyes down your body, recognizing you as you walk out the pool. The water drips down your stomach, down your legs, but the droplet in between your breasts has him staring. 

Rafe isn’t the only one staring, the few teen boys are staring, then there’s the lifeguard. Rafe remembers him from school and doesn’t like the fact he’s staring at you. He watches as you dry yourself off, putting the shirt and shirt you wore back on. Looking as you gather your things and escape his view as you leave, the boys gather his attention. “Dude are you even listening?” His eyes move back to them “Yeah.” 

You make your way through the halls, carding through your memory to remember how to get to the dining. As you walk, members of the club look at you, judging you for the way your shirt has wet spots from your swimsuit and hair. You decide to sit at the bar not wanting to deal with anyone today. “How can I help you m’lady.” You put the menu down to meet JJ’s gaze. “Oh my god! Jayj hi.” You squeal, catching the attention of patrons including Rafe. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while. Joining the darkside has really changed you.” He looks around before leaning a bit closer. “How is it on the other side? Miss us already?” He teases. “Of course I miss all of you.” You playful push his shoulder, JJ raises his hands up in surrender before resting his body weight on the bar counter arms next to yours. Rafe stares in shock at the scene playing in front of him. You, his girl, flirting with fucking Maybank of all people.

He sees JJ push a piece of hair behind your hair and you giggle. The chair scraping against the floor alerted the boys, he didn’t even realize he was even up and walking over to the two of you. “Where are you going?” Kelce calls out to him. “I’ll be right back.” As he gets closer he can hear your conversation more clearly. “You should come to the bonfire this week. I’ll make it worth your time.” JJ flirts, Rafe coming up right behind you, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Looking over your shoulder you can see the look of anger on his face and the smirk painted on JJ's face. 

“Sunny! I didn’t know you were going to be here. Maybank why don’t you run along and get me another drink.” He says with a condescending tone, glaring at the blonde boy. “Rafe.” You say as a warning, already seeing how this is going to end. “What? I’m just asking the help to do his job. Right Maybank?” “I was actually helping out this beautiful customer. Ain’t that right baby?” JJ remarks getting closer to you. The look on Rafe’s face could probably kill JJ if he tried hard enough.

Rafe leans against the counter, his body facing you. “You really slumming it around with this loser? You like being around trash?” His comment made you see red.  How fucking dare he? You knew he kinda took the kook and pogue thing seriously but to call them trash. It’s like he forgets that you are also a pogue, that if it wasn’t for his father you would still be living on the cut with the rest of them. Which is true, he doesn't see you as a pogue or the help. 

To him you’re a kook, you belong with them, with him. “Yes I do. Now this trash is going to take itself out like the “help” do.” You say quoting help as a reminder that you also are the help. “I’ll see you around Jayj.” You tell the blonde looking at you with worried eyes before storming off. “Yeah see ya.” He calls out looking at Rafe for a moment. “Man I knew you were dumb but god damn. That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen you do.” He laughs and walks away to go serve other customers. Rafe knows he’s right, potentially just fucked up whatever the two of you had before it actually really started. More than he has already done by ignoring you for the past day and a half.

He makes his way back to the table, the guys watching as he takes out a wad of cash and throwing it on the table. “I gotta go.” He exclaims, rushing to try and catch you before you have the chance to fully leave. Racing out of the building he sees you in the distance looking for your car. Jogging he catches up to you grabbing your arm and yanking you back to him. “Let go of of me!” You yell at him turning and pushing his chest hard. “No! Come one just talk to me.” He exclaims fighting you to make you stay and hear him out. “Are you kidding me? Talk it out? You just insulted me and my friend.” “No I insulted him. I wouldn’t do that to you.” 

You scoff pulling your arm free from his grip. “So calling him trash just because he’s a pogue doesn’t insult me? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m also a pogue. I came from the cut just like he does. Does that shit actually really mean something to you? Are you that fucking stupid?” Rafe’s been called stupid many times in his life, from Ward, his sisters, hell even Rose has called him stupid. He knows that he makes things difficult and not many people like him. But hearing you call him stupid fills him with more rage then seeing Maybank think he can have his girl. “Hey don’t you fucking dare. Say whatever every the fuck you want but I ain’t stupid you fucking hear me.” 

He grips your cheeks, pinching them together. “Don’t you ever call be stupid again got it?” You should be scared, you’ve seen his temper before, seen him throw shit around the house or get into a fight with people at parties. You don’t know what to do being on the receiving end of his anger, then his words ring in your ear making you angry all over again. That ache in your pants is ignored as you wrench your head out of his hand. “I don’t know what your problem is but if you put your hands on me again you’ll regret it. You think just because everyone else is scared of you that I will be too? News flash buddy I’m not.” “Don’t call me buddy.” His voice was weaker than it was when he was yelling. 

“You don’t get it.” He states turning away from you and letting you go. “You’re right I don’t. You don’t talk to me for two days completely ignoring me after you got what you wanted. Then when I’m catching up with a friend you come in guns blazing as if the world is about to end. What’s wro-“ “He was touching and flirting with you.” He cuts off your rant, stunning you into silence. “So what if he was?” Rafe’s eyes darken hearing you defend him, telling him you actually enjoyed the attention that you were getting from another guy. “So what?” He laughs differently from his normal one, darker than what you are used to.

 “You really think I want some other guy touching you? Do you fuck him too?” “You’re jealous?” You meant it as a statement but it came out more like a question. “Yeah I’m jealous. All those guys in there would give up all their money just to get a chance with you. You don’t know them like I do, they would jump at the chance to get with a beautiful girl.” This is the third time he’s insinuated you are beautiful in some way. “Well maybe I should give them a shot. You obviously” His lips crash to yours, not allowing you to finish. This is different from the other kisses you’ve shared, more intense. He’s trying to tell you he’s scared of losing you, a crazy thought considering you aren’t even his.

How can he feel so strongly for you than he already did? It’s no secret that he’s always had a thing for you but this is different. The thought of you leaving him for another person actually terrifies him. Everyone has left him and he can’t stand the thought of you being another person who walks away. You try fighting him again but all efforts die when his tongue makes its way into your mouth. Rafe has this effect on you that you can’t explain.

There was always this soft spot for him but now that the lines have muddled together it’s hard to separate your feelings. Arms wrap around his shoulder pulling the two of you closer to each other, bodies pressed together. He pulls away from you for a second allowing the two of you to catch your breaths.  “Get in the car. I’ll meet you back at the house.” Fully pulling away you straighten out your clothes that got a little skewed from making out. He goes to walk to his truck, you stop him. “You can’t just get upset like that and make a scene. If this thing between us is going to work you have to talk to me, okay?” Eyes softening looking at your expression he takes a step forward placing a kiss on your forehead. “Okay.” With that he walks away leaving you standing in the middle of the parking lot wondering what the hell just happened.

The both of you race back to Tanny, Rafe’s truck behind your car. Reaching the house, you make your way inside waiting for him to get here, you lost him at a red light on the way over. You go to the kitchen to get water, the sound of the front door opens, Rafe’s footsteps echoing through the hall. “You think you can just go around and flirt with people?” He’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, white polo stretching around his biceps. “I thought we talk-” “No I’m not done.” He enters the room, staring at your body with dark eyes. “Strip.”

The grip on the water bottle tightens. “What?” Rafe is now in front of you, taking the water from your hands, whipping the stray drop on your lips. His thumb gently pulls your bottom lip before releasing it. “Strip and get on your knees. I need to teach you a lesson, I don’t like people thinking they can have what’s mine.” You look at him before following the instructions, staring up at him as he unbuttons his pants to take his dick out.

“Open.” You do without a second thought. “Good girl.” He mumbles, forcing himself in and setting a brutal pace. You have to catch yourself on his thighs just so you don’t fall, his hand holding you in place. Hips thrusting into you, your throat gladly accepts the intrusion, gargling on his length. Tears pooling on your bottom lashes, spilling down your cheeks, making Rafe go harder on you. “Look at you. A mess of spit and tears for my cock. Think maybank can do this for you?”

He’s still on about what happened at the club, to tell the truth you were too. His jealousy causes mixed emotions in you. On one instance you like seeing how possessive he was for you, on the other he resorts to insults to get his way. You give him a rough suck, eyes meeting his. “Fuck.” Rafe pulls out, yanking you up and bending you over the kitchen island. His body covering yours as he lines himself up, you're so wet that you aren’t worried about the pain. You were sure that he would fit, no preparation needed. “Told you I would bend you over and fuck the shit out of you.”

With that he slammed into you, moaning at the feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate his size. He halts when he’s ball deep, giving you a moment to gather yourself, only a moment. His thrust pushes you further into the island, sure enough to leave marks on your hip tomorrow morning. You don’t even care, he feels too good, the feeling of him stretching you is overwhelming. Whimpers keep leaving your mouth. Rafe grabs your arms, using them as leverage to fuck you harder as he keeps them pinned behind you back by one hand.

“Harder.” You moan out. Your body tingling from all the pleasure he’s giving you, your peak creeping around the corner embarrassingly fast. “Yeah? My little slut wants me to fuck her faster?” The degradation goes straight to your clit, walls fluttering around his length. He goes harder for a few minutes before pulling out, a whine of protest leaving you. “You don’t get to cum yet.” Rafe’s hot breath in your ear, his body heat leaving you too. 

He turns you around and hoists you onto the island, spreading your legs to step in between them. Left hand going to guide himself back into you, gliding across your fold to get you hip and bring you closer to the edge. In this angle he hits you deep, pushing against your cervix with each thrust.

Wrapping a hand around your neck, he squeezes lightly just enough to have your mind all fuzzy. You roll your eyes back grasping onto his bicep, manicured nails digging into his flesh leaving crest shaped marks. Rafe hisses at the sensation enjoying the flash of pain radiating in his arm. He starts fucking you hard, pounding into you having his dick spear into your g-spot. His unoccupied hand takes hold of your hair, pulling you till your foreheads are pressed together. His watch digging into the back of your neck, chested firmly pressed to each other, sharing each breath.

 “Squeezing my dick so fucking good baby. Can you hear how bad your pussy needs it?” Rafe moans out. You can, you’re so wet that every time he fucks into you squelching fills the room. You open your mouth but a particular thrust makes you moan instead. The hand in your hair retracts, your head leaning back slightly, it comes down on your cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to really hurt but enough to have pain heat your face. You moan liking the feeling of the smack, mostly just enjoying the fact that he lost himself to the point of causing a bit of pain. 

“You like me hitting you baby?” When you moan he smacks you again, annoyed that you won’t speak. “Use your words.” Rafe’s hand cupping your jaw staring at your fucked out expression, the hand around your neck tightens as his pace increases. You’re wetness mixing with his pre-cum leaking out of you, making a mess between you two. “I like it sir.” It comes out more like a breath but it counts. “My good little girl. You gonna cum for me? Hmm cum for daddy.” The new nickname was the nail in the coffin, the tightness in your belly finally snapping.

 This feeling was a new thought. It was so intense and it didn’t feel like an orgasim that you’ve had before. Your walls squeeze rage so tight that it pushes him out of you, your release gushing out getting everything wet. “Did you just fucking squirt?” Rafe pushes his dick back in, fucking you harder than before. “Such a dirty fucking slut, squirting and getting everything wet.” Moans keep getting pulled from you, pouring out into his mouth as he sloppily kisses you. “Oh fu-fuck… I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it.” “Inside please.” 

If telling him to cum inside you didn’t make him cum, it was the please that did it. Rafe ruts into you, hips stuttering as he fills you with each squirt of him cum. The warm feeling making you moan and flutter against him. He rides out both of your highs, hips finally stopping when they met yours, keeping you plugged. He want to stay there, wants to just feel you, wrapping his arms around your body. He’s enjoying knowing you are stuffed full of him, that his cum is so deep that it's forced out around him. Pulling out slowly you both hiss, you at the feeling of him spilling from you, and him as he’s fixated watching it come out. 

Kissing you for a moment, Rafe pulls away walking to the sink, wetting a rag before going back to clean you up. The touch is so gentle that it barely hurts. He helps you put your clothes back on dragging the both of you over to the living room. He throws himself down on the couch taking you along with him, pulling you closer . “What happened last night.” You hand playing with his shirt stops. “Huh?” Moving your head to his shoulder you look him in the eyes. “You were crying last night. What happened?” 

“Oh” Trying to shift away from him, being blocked by his arms tightening keeping you in place. “It was just some fight with my parents. It’s nothing.” “It is something, it made you cry.” You wish he would stop trying to pry, it’s not as if he cares. Honestly you expected him to flee once your clothes were back on. Pulling you to the couch was unexpected but asking you to talk about your parents was too much. Too personal. The lines of friendship and having feelings are already getting muddled as it is, this would just push it further. 

“Hey.” It’s soft, lips brushing my forehead before he places a kiss there. “You said we have to communicate, right? Talk to me.” With a sigh you tell him everything. How since you were barely able to work you gave them all your money last night. “They expected me to just hand over 4,000 dollars like it’s nothing. Then when I finally put my foot down I’m a disappointment. Nothing I do anymore is right.” Rafe’s hand rubs your arms trying to soothe you. 

“You aren’t a disappointment. If they can’t handle the fact you have your own life then fuck them.” You slap his chest lightly. “I’m serious. You’ve done more than enough for them, if they can’t see that then it’s their loss." A moment of silence, his words soaking in as you both lay there. “Thank you. I” You don’t know what else to say, fingers tracing shapes along his chest. 

“I know what you’re feeling. My dad um he always lets me know how much of a fuck up I am. I know what it’s like to be a disappointment, you don’t even come close.” The confession felt foreign on his tongue. Rafe never opened up to anyone about his feelings, anytime he tried he was met with a “man up” or “this is how a man handles things”, he’s scared of what you will say. He feels you slip from his arms, closing his eyes not wanting to see you leave him alone, trying to calm the burning behind his eyelids. 

“I don’t think you’re a failure.” Blue eye’s open to meet yours, there’s a hint of vulnerability from what you can see. You lean down pecking his lips, pulling away to get a better look of him. “You’re more than what he sees. It’s a shame he doesn’t take the time to notice.” It was your turn to leave him without words. He’s searching your eyes, your face, for any sign that you were lying. That you were pitying him after he devolved a hidden secret. He knows you’ve heard his Dad yell at him but this is different. 

He can put on a mask after talking to Ward when he has to see you. This time he tore the mask off, wanting you to see him without the facade. “I don’t think that about you.” “Huh?” You respond with confusion filling your face. “I don’t think that you’re trash. You are probably the best thing to come out of Outer Banks.” He’s not lying or at least you don’t think he is. The look in his eyes tells you that he actually means it so you smile down at him. “The best thing huh.” You tease. “Don’t push it.”

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Meddle About // BestfriendsBrother!Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader // MODERN AU

MDNI

Summary: going to your best friend's brother's party shouldn't be much of a big deal right? Till you catch her older brother's eye, THE aegon targaryen, known for his notorious reputation.

WARNINGS: afab!reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, doggy style, fingering, tiddy sucking, aegon being aegon, spitting, spitting in mouth, aegon is nasty asf, cum eating, manhandling(?), hair pulling, voyeurism (reader walks in on aegon getting blowed), cunty aegon. + not proofread

WC: 2.2k

❝We only met each other just the other day, but you already got me feeling some type of way, now, if I could figure it out, I'd take you back to my house so we can meddle about. ❞

“You coming to the party tonight?” Helaena asks you through the phone and you sigh, “Can't, I need to prepare for the test in a week.” you tell her and you can hear her let out the most disappointed sigh ever.

“Girl fuck those tests, you need to have some fun, you are coming to the party, this isn't a request and if you don't- I will tell literally show up to your house and drag you here.” she says sternly and you chuckle at her words.

“Aegon throws a party every two weeks Hel, I can just attend the next one.” you try to reason but she shushes you, “No, you are coming, that's it.” she hangs up before you could respond and you stare at the phone in disbelief.

You ponder about it, wondering if you should really go, I mean you have the rest of the week to prepare for the test right? Skipping one day doesn't hurt.

So you decide to go.

And here you are in your car, trying to find a place to park as most of the empty spaces were occupied, luckily the targaryens owned this huge amount of slot, so parking here shouldn't be illegal as it was their own property.

After you find the parking spot, you make your way to the entrance gate to the mansion, looking at it in awe as you can hear the DJ play and lights flash.

Seems like Aegon went full out for this.

It wasn't uncommon for him to throw parties, he was the typical popular kid in college who throws a party almost every week, the one with a high body count, the one who's extremely good looking.

You on the other hand, were known to be the topper and pride of the academy, you were popular too, but not as much as him, and the main reason you were popular was because of your good grades and high percentage, being one of the top 5 academically well endowed students in the entire university.

You and Aegon were polar opposites, you didn't even know him that well, just someone that is the brother of your best friend.

The guard at the front asks for your name and you tell him it, and he lets you in, taking note that you were Helaena's best friend.

You stand in front of the huge door, hearing the music boom loudly from the otherside, before ringing the doorbell, only to find it open so you push it open and make your way inside.

You bring out your phone to call helaena and she immediately picks up, “Bitch, I'm here.” you tell her and she lets out a loud squeal, “Where are you? At the entrance? Wait, I'm coming.” she says and you wait a few minutes before you spot her making her way over to you through the crowd, and then dragging you to the pool outside, where it is less crowded.

That's when you spot Aegon, with his legs in the water, top naked and only wearing shorts, there was this girl clinging onto his arm in a bikini, you noticed that it was Cerelle Lannister.

One of the popular girls in the campus as well, but for the same reasons like Aegon.

“You did not tell me this was a pool party.” You say to helaena, looking down at your attire, which was a simple black thigh-length dress that hugged your body like a second skin and she shakes her head, “It's a merged party, so don't worry too much about attire.” she tells you and you nod.

You soon find the time flying by fast, you were having fun, finding classmates that you enjoyed talking to and engaging in fun games at the party with them, and suddenly you needed to pee.

“Hel! I'm going to the bathroom.” you yell loudly over the music and she gives you a thumbs up, acknowledging your words and you chuckle, making your way inside and up the stairs.

The hallway upwards seems empty, the music getting muffled as you go further down it, you open the door to Helaena's room to use the bathroom in her room since she wouldn't let anyone inside, until you spot Aegon at the edge of the bed, getting sucked off by none other than Cerelle.

She doesn't seem to have heard you enter the room, but Aegon surely did because his eyes filt over to you, you freeze up.

He looks directly at you, scanning your body from head to toe, mouth falling open as he breathes heavily, he grabs Cerelle's hair, pushing her further to in to take his cock in her mouth, while he maintains eye contact with you, you stand there not knowing what to do, he smirks at you, before he throws his head back and groans, coming undone in her mouth.

You quickly step outside the room and shut the door quietly behind you, and that's when you realise you entered the wrong room, you curse yourself internally and go into Helaena's room to do your business.

You clean up and come out of the room, only to find Aegon standing in the hallway, leaning against his door as if he was waiting for someone.

“Y/N isn't it?” he asks, and you nod.

He walks towards you, closing the distance between you both, causing you to press your back against the wall.

“The school's pride huh? I've heard a lot about you.” he tells you and you stand there confused.

Why is he trying to make a conversation as if nothing had happened earlier? That you did not just walk in on him getting his dick sucked?

But most importantly, why is he showing interest in you?

“I hope they're good things.” you reply back, sighing.

Maybe you can get acquainted with him, after all it would be nice to know your friend's brother just in case.

“Oh they are, you're often praised for being smart,” his eyes scan your figure, “But fuck, they missed out one core detail of how fucking hot you are.” he leans in, whispering in your ear.

You feel the goosebumps rise and shiver, which doesn't go unnoticed by him, earning a chuckle from him.

“Uh, thanks I guess, I need to go-” you push him off, and try to leave but he grabs your hand and pulls you to him, his gazes at your lips, licking his own and leaning in, you put your hand up to his lips pushing him away and freeing yourself from his grip, before rushing downstairs, away from him.

You thought that interaction would be the last of him.

But it wasn't.

It was almost as if the gods had heard you praying to make him leave you alone but they were like 'no'

So here you were, standing shocked with your apartment door open as you took in sight of Aegon, he was dripping wet from the rain that was pouring heavily outside.

“How did you find me?” you question, genuinely worried if he was stalking you, but he simply showed you the message of Helaena sending him your address when he said he got stuck in the rain, since you were nearby.

And that's when you receive a message from Helaena, ‘hoping that you won't mind letting Aegon in, since it looks like the rain won't stop anytime soon, and there is too much traffic.’

You sigh and reply to her, ‘of course not.’

You step aside and Aegon smiles widely, welcoming himself in, removing his wet boots and socks before stepping on the carpet.

You go inside your room and grab a towel, before throwing it at him, “Don't bother me, I'm studying.” you warn him and he raises his hands up in surrender, “I won't.” he says.

Well that was a fucking lie.

Because here you were, making out with him on your bed.

He rubs himself against you, creating friction to ease his ache as he kisses you hungrily and frantically, your hands tugging on his hair as you pull him closer, rubbing your cunt against him whilst straddling him.

He pulls from the kiss, hands groping your tits, and you gasp when he pinches your nipples, before pulling up your shirt, and pushing your bra down to reveal your breasts, he gives kitten licks to your pebbled up nipples before placing wet kisses.

“Fuck, I have been thinking of this lately.” he mutters, taking in your nipples wholly inside his mouth, suckling on it slowly. “Been wanting to fuck you since helaena bought you home.” he mutters, the other hand massaging your other breast, he pulls away before taking off your top completely and unhooking your bra, his hands then move to the band of your shorts, you get off him to pull them down, along with your panties, he takes this time to remove his own clothing, leaving you both bare.

“We barely knew each other before that party but fuck-” he pins you down on the bed, one hand holding both your hands up while his other holds your thigh, grabbing it and spreading you wide.

“Do you know how many times in this past weeks I had thought about just taking you to my house and fucking you senselessly?” his fingers dip down to your entrance, catching your wetness and bringing up it to coat your clit in it. “So. Many. Fucking. Times.” he pinches your clit harshly causing you to gasp.

“Aegon-” you whine, breah growing heavy, “What?” he asks before pinching it one more time, making you squirm.

His fingers travel downwards before he inserts one finger into your awaiting hole, slowly stretching you open, his grip on your wrists never falter once as his other hand works wonders, plunging in and out of you, creating lewd sounds.

He inserts another finger, curling them upward, grazing that spot causing you to clench around him in arousal, he repeats his motions and soon you cry out his name as your orgasm hits you. “Fuck- the way your cunt is fluterring around my fingers- i need it to do that on my cock.” he pulls his finger out, before inserting them in your mouth.

“Clean it up.” he commands and you obey, tongue swirling around his digits and sucking as you clean your wetness off of his fingers, he pulls out his fingers and kisses you instead, groaning when he feels the tangy taste of you on his tongue.

He pulls away from the kiss, “Keep your mouth open.” He tells you and you obey, and he purses his lips before spitting in your mouth, you flinch when you feel it land. “Swallow.” you shut your eyes tightly and do as he said.

“Good girl.” He praises you, and the praise goes straight to your core, causing you to push your thighs together.

He lets go of your hands, before getting up slightly and changing positions.

He flips you on to your stomach, before pulling your ass up, causing you to balance on your all fours as he kneels behind you.

“Fuck, I do not have a condom.” he mutters and you turns slightly to look at him, “It's fine, I'll take a pill in the morning.” you assure him and he nods.

He grabs you by your waist before shoving himself deep inside you in one swift thrust, causing you to moan and fall on your elbows at the sudden intrusion, he grabs your waist tightly before starting to move, thrusting in and out.

Your body jolts front and backwards at the intensity of his thrusts, one of his hands leave your waist to grab your tits, giving them a squeeze before the same hand collects your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail and he tugs on it, causing you to shift back on your hands again.

He uses your hair and waist as leverage to fuck brutally into you, his pace never faltering once, he grunts and groans when you clench around him, “Look at you, taking my cock so well.” he praises you, the hand gripping your waist goes downwards to your front, finding your clit.

He rubs fast circles unto it while thrusting, making you gasp as you feel your high approaching, “Fuck- Aeg- I'm gonna cum.” you blabber, and as soon as he hears that, he rubs your clit even faster, causing you to reach your peak once again.

You moan loudly into the room as the pleasure courses through you, your cunt clenching around him in pleasure which makes him throw his head back, “ ‘m gonna cum inside you” he murmurs as his thrusts turn sloppy before he comes to a sudden halt, spurting his hot cum inside you, only to move slowly again, riding his orgasm out.

He pulls out and watches as his spend leaks out of you, before collecting it on his finger, and tasting it, along with your juices.

He flips you onto over your back, and you breath heavily, trying to come down from the high, until you feel him once again at your entrance.

You look at him in confusion.

“Oh you didn't think we were done yet, were you?” he smirks.

Oh gods.

[specialagentlokitty]

Paul LaHote x reader - our pasts

Hi!!! Could I please request a paul lahote x reader (platonic or romantic) where paul accidentally sees reader's back and it's v scarred (like lashes) with reader saying something along the lines of "i got out" thanks!!! - Anon💜

TW: mentions of past abuse

You weren’t one to tell people about your past, people had secrets, and you preferred to keep yours to yourself.

You lived on the edge of the reserve, sometimes you helped the pack out, sometimes you just stayed by yourself.

They didn’t mind a human living on the edge of their home, you were polite and respectful, and you helped them with whatever they needed, be it medical care, or calming them down, or helping them plan things.

You were basically part of the pack regardless even if Sam refused to admit that a human was part of the pack.

And being Paul’s imprint helped a lot with this, though he wanted to be more than friends, he was just happy with being with you, even if you declined every attempt he made to ask you out.

And that’s where he was heading today.

He wanted to see you, so he ran down the long stretch of road to your home, listening carefully to see if you were about or not.

“(Y/N)?!” He called.

Paul slowed his run to a walk, and he carefully looked around, finding a pile of wood and other things in front of your home, he walked over.

Jumping up on the pile, Paul searched around before hearing something on the otherside, so he walked along it.

That’s where he found you.

Crouched down, doing something with some papers.

He crouched down, going to tap your shoulder and he stopped when he noticed something odd about you.

Aside from the fact you were wearing a vest instead of your usual hoodie.

The vest had risen up to show your lower back, and along it going down were large scars.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

“Paul.”

You replied.

You held up some papers and he took them, then held out his hand so you could stand up.

You turned around to look at him and smiled a little, taking the papers back as you began to go through them.

“What happened to your back?”

You didn’t bother to look up from your papers.

“It was a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Who hurt you?” He growled a little.

You sighed, setting the papers next to him, and you reached out, placing your hand on his knee, and he sat down.

Paul looked at you and you gave his knee a pat before you took your hand away.

“It doesn’t matter, because they’re not in my life anymore.”

“Well it matters to me.” He snapped.

You shrugged a little bit.

“Things happen Paul, things we can’t control.”

“Let me see.”

You nodded and turned around, lifting the back of your shirt for him, and he jumped down, carefully inspecting the scars.

The only way he could describe them was lashes, like you had something brought down upon your back again and again.

You heard him breathing heavily and you turned around, letting the vest cover your back again.

He was trembling with anger.

He always got angry when you got hurt, he couldn’t help it.

Reaching out, you placed your hand on his arm and looked up at him, giving him a gentle smile.

Paul placed his hand over yours.

“Breathe Paul.”

“What happened?” He asked again.

“We can’t control much when we’re young, and I suppose we can’t sit and dwell on the past either, it doesn’t matter. What matters is what we let it do to us Paul.”

You gave another small smile and shrug.

“I got out. It took some time, and I thought I never would, but I got out Paul. I’m okay.”

You hugged him gently, and he hugged you tightly, holding you close towards him.

All he wanted to do was protect you, keep you safe, and now he had even more of a reason to do so.

Yes, he had unpredictability when it came to his anger and most of the time it got the best of him, but he could never get angry with you, or hurt you.

So whatever or whoever had done this to you, if he ever saw them he swore to himself he would rip them apart

[streamingcolors-gvf]

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: This is just a little blurb that plagued my mind this afternoon. It’s nothing crazy, not super detailed or edited, but I had to get it out there.

Enjoy!

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content - 18+ Minors DNI! (oral sex m!receiving)

You knock lightly on the dressing room door with your knuckles and wait for his voice from the otherside before cracking it open. He’s dressed in a silken robe with his initials stitched to the breast pocket. He’s seated in front of the large vanity, fixing and teasing at his curls.

“Hey,” you chime, peering into the quiet room. 

He turns in his chair, greeting you with a sweet smile.“Hello, beautiful.”

You close the door behind you and walk over to him. You can’t hide your excitement even though you had seen each other hours before. “Speak for yourself.”

He had already had his makeup done. Silvery, eyeshadow glimmered across his lids with iridescent rhinestones carefully placed along his high cheekbones. 

You stand before him, allowing him to hold you close by the hips. He can’t hide the bashful smile.“What are you doing back here? You’re supposed to be in your seat, young lady.”

“How do you expect me to listen to the opener when I know you’re back here.”

“Just couldn’t resist me, huh?”

You break away from his grasp, walking toward the rolling rack of outfits that had been wheeled in here. You flip through them, all ones you recognize, feeling the different fabrics of each one until you come across one in particular. The sheer white one that’s adorned with patterns of rhinestones. While gorgeous on its own, it’s completely see through, meant only as a layer over his other jumpsuits. “This one is my favorite.”

He chuckles, stepping closer to you.“That’s just a cover-up, love.”

“Exactly.” You lift the hanger off the pole, freeing it from the rack. Once in your hands, the weight of it surprises you despite the material it's made from.  “You should try it on for me.”

He hesitates for a second before taking it from you. He’s clearly surprised by your request, causing his brows to pull together as he scoffs, “Right now? You’ve already seen this one on me.”

“Yeah, but I need a refresher,” you insist, wiggling your brows at him.  

He drapes the cover-up over his arm and starts flipping through the other jumpsuits until you stop him. “No. Only this.”

You stand back, watching as he shrugs off his embroidered silk robe. You’ve seen him naked countless times, but you’ll never grow tired of it. Fully in the nude, he carefully pulls down the tiny zipper and starts slipping on your outfit of choice one foot at a time. 

He stands before the full length mirror to adjust, pinching and pulling until it settles just right on his lean form. 

Just like you predicted, the jumpsuit seems to melt seamlessly with his skin, making it look as though his entire body glitters and sparkles with precious jewels. Tailored with expert precision, it clings and drapes perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination.  

You come into view of the mirror and bring yourself close to him. Holding him by the waist as you hook your chin over his shoulder. You breathe in his rich scent, crisp and clean with the undertones of a subtle cologne. The deep v-shaped neckline of the suit allows him to layer his necklaces, drawing your eyes down the center of his chest. You can see everything — his hardening nipples, the contours of his stomach and hips, and ultimately his soft cock on full display. 

He barks out a throaty laugh, amused by the sight of himself. “Can you imagine if I walked out like this?”

You giggle, knowing full well that there are many women that would give anything to see him like this. 

He might as well be completely naked.

“Would be quite hedonistic of me.” He can’t hold back a giggle of his own as he tries different poses as. “So risqué. So scandalous.” 

“So perfect,” you coo against his decorated ear as you run your hands down the length of his arms. You hold him by his waist, guiding yourself flush against his back. Your soft whine is nestled into his flesh. “What do they call you again? Ethereal?”

Within seconds, his playful smile drops and his mouth falls open. He’s fixating on your moving hands, watching as they roam over his body with the faintest of touches. Seeing his cock twitch and harden with such little restraint is proving to be the best reward you could’ve asked for.

You kiss along his jawline, nipping at the thin skin but making sure not to leave a mark. “Don’t be shy, baby. You love when they call you beautiful.” 

He hums in response, perhaps to hide the blush creeping across his jeweled cheeks. You meet his lustful gaze in the mirror and sigh, “Look at you.” 

You run your fingertips down the hidden track of his front zipper until you’re met with the base of his cock. He groans from the touch, “Oh, fuck.” 

The sensation of your fingers brushing over the thin fabric is new — providing enough of a barrier to make him ache for more. You trace along his growing length, circling around the head that’s now pressed against his thigh. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmhmm. I need more,” he begs as his hips buck forward to chase the feeling. 

You step in front of him and slowly drop to your knees. Looking up at him, you’re met with that desperate expression. He’s trying his best to hold his restraint. You skim your lips up and down his barely-covered cock, forcing the heat of your breath through the jumpsuit. 

“You’re fucking killing me,” he breathes. You can hear the smile through the words and picture that expression on his face that he proudly wears on stage.

You drag your tongue over him, wetting the delicate material in your path. He’s throbbing wildly, aching for release. With a teasing blow of air, you cause a violent shudder to roll through his body and a string of curses to leave his mouth. His hand grips yours that’s wrapped around his waist while the other rests on the crown of your head. 

“You’re so pretty, Josh,” you praise, kissing everywhere your lips can reach. “You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.” 

“Please, baby. I need to feel your mouth.” He takes the initiative, tugging at the small zipper. You sit back on your heels, watching his rush to free himself.

“Feeling needy?” You taunt as you replace his hand by wrapping your fingers around the base of him. Knowing you’re about to take him into your mouth while he wears one of his stage outfits makes your own desire build between your thighs. 

“Please, please. I need it.” A broken whimper breaks free from his throat. You know him enough to tell that he’s close, fighting the urge to cum within seconds. It could be the risk of getting caught, or knowing he would have to wait hours to have you again, but he can’t sit still, half thrusting and shaking at your tongue spoils him. 

The memory of him gliding across your flattened tongue will live in your mind while he struts around on that stage in less than an hour. His scent, the feel of his velvet-soft skin, the way he grips you as he gets close to cumming will be the only things you can think about. You want him to think about you too. You want him to struggle not getting hard remembering how your mouth felt on him. 

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m so close,” he pants, taping your hand on his hip and gripping your hair. He huffs out to warn you. “I’m gonna cum.”

You take the cue, burying him deep to the back of your throat. He falls apart within seconds. You swallow him down, making sure to lick him clean.

“I was not expecting that. Holy shit,” he laughs breathlessly. Shined with your spit, he tucks his softening cock back in the see-through jumpsuit. He offers his hands and helps you stand to your feet.

“Just wanted to give you something to think about,” you tease, dabbing the slight sheen of sweat that’s collected across his brow. 

His fucked-out smile is beaming with the orgasmic euphoria. He hums, placing an affectionate kiss on your lips. “You, my sweet. Are an evil, treacherous woman.”

[rafecameronshand]

OHHMYGODDD your first post was literally sensationallllllll😍

can you do one kinda like the first one where the reader and rafe are fucking on the druthers and get caught by someone in his fam??

ahh first request!! ill try my best im so excited omg!

The Druthers

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT! p-in-v, unprotected sex, public sex, teasing, getting caught, making-out

It was yet another sunny and scorching day in the Outer Banks, so Rose had forced Ward, Wheezie, Sarah and Rafe to out out on the Druthers boat for the day. The only reason you were there is because Rafe would have refused to go otherwise.

You, Sarah, Wheezie and Rafe were all laid out on a massive lounge at the front of the boat. You were cuddled into Rafe's side, your hand drawing shapes on his abs as you kept your eyes closed. He was laid on his back, his eyes covered with sunglasses and only having a pair of khaki shorts on.

The two sisters laid near eachother, trying to catch up on a tan. Well, Sarah was, Wheezie kept trying to speak to Sarah about school gossip.

Rafe moved his arm to now trace lines on your back, each time getting closer to your ass. You let out a small giggle and hit his toned chest, ''Your sisters are literally right there, weirdo.'' You whispered through your smile as you opened your eyes slightly, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight.

Instead of looking at you, Rafe looked at his sisters. Sarah looked pissed, whether Wheezie just looked like she was enjoying herself, talking to her older sister about the latest bitch fights.

''They aren't even looking over here.'' He shook his head as he used his fingertips to lay more pressure on your back as he continues moving his hand up and down.

You look back at them as you watch Sarah stand up, looking pissed as she just storms off to the otherside of the boat. Wheezie quickly gets up and follows her, ''Hey! I wasn't done telling you about Jessica!'' Their voices fade off into the distance, leaving you with Rafe. Alone.

You look back at him, your eyes scrunching closed from the sunlight as you raise your head, letting out a soft chuckle. He watches your face, rubbing your lower back gently. You smile contentedly and lean in, connecting your lips to his. You use your elbows to keep you up.

He uses his hand on your lower back to pull you closer to him, resulting in you deciding to straddle him. You now placed your hands on his muscley shoulders as you feel his large hands snake around your hips, making you move on him. You decide to take control and begin grinding your hips against his hardening cock as you feel yourself begin to get wetter.

You continue to make-out with him, your tongues fighting for dominance in the wet sloppy kiss as you now moved your hands to hook around his neck, trying to pull his face even closer to yours than it already was. His hands explored your body, reaching his hand into your bikini top, swirling his finger around your hardened nipple and giving it a small pinch. You let a soft moan erupt into the kiss, making you pull away as you begin to grind harder into his rock hard cock underneath you.

''Fuck, Rafe..'' you whisper as you look down at your crotch, finally seeing the small wet patch you had left on his shorts. ''Look what you did. So wet for me.'' He speaks in a quiet voice as he now brings one of his hands to your clothed cunt, running two fingers over it.

''You want me to fuck you right here?'' He puts more pressure on my entrace, earning a louder moan to exit your mouth.

You nod your head as your breathing starts to quicken, your eyes resting on your boyfriends face.

''Use your words, Y/N.''

''Yes, Rafe. I want you to fuck me.'' You nod your head quicker, pleading for his touch just as he pulls his two fingers away from your bikini bottom.

''Then I'm gonna need you to keep your fucking mouth shut. Can you do that for me, baby?'' He raises his eyebrows in anticipation as he feels his cock throb in his tightened pants.

''Yes, Rafe.'' You almost moaned his name as you now reached for his pants, pulling the zipper down as you pull his dick out with ease, pumping it a few times as you watch how the pre-cum leaking out of his tip glistens.

He lets out quiet groans as he watches your movements on him, he moves his hands to your hips as he watches as you let go of his dick and move your bikini bottoms to the side. Your teeth sink in to your bottom lip as you watch as he brings one of this hands to the base of his cock as he helps to line himself up with you.

You bring your hands to his shoulders as you lift yourself and now sink down onto him slowly. You take him in inch by inch, letting out louder moans each time, quickly making him cover your mouth firmly.

''Shut the fuck up, yeah?'' He whispers as he looks at your face. You nod your head and close your eyes, sitting still at the base of his cock for a few seconds as you wait for your tight cunt to adjust around his length.

After a few moments you start to move your hips up and down, his dick hitting at an angle he's never hit before. He was in you so deep you were convinced you'd be able to feel him in your stomach. You let out moans against his hand as you place one of your hands on his chest and the other to lift one side of your binkini top off one of your tits, playing with your own nipple as you began to move your hips quicker, with the help of one of Rafe's hands.

''Fuck, baby, you're doing so good. You're doing so fucking good.'' He praised, leaning his head back as he scrunched his eyebrows together, letting out quiet moans. You moaned against his hand louder and pushed it away, grabbing his jaw carefully and smashing your lips onto his. The kiss was sloppy and messy, you struggled to keep your movements steady as you began to feel hazy. You let moans out into his mouth as you moved your hips in 'O' shapes.

''Hey guys, just left my water bottle out he- Holy shit!'' Sarah now gasped as she had just walked in on you two on the lounger. He covered her eyes as you and Rafe's movements suddenly came to a halt. ''Oh my god! Oh my god! Ew- Oh my god!'' She spoke frantically as she quickly grabbed her water bottle and practically ran away.

You slowly looked at your boyfriend, not knowing what to do next. He sighed and rubbed his face, he looked embarassed and awkward. But he wasn't going to leave you unsatisfied. He shrugged and brought his thumb down to your clit as you still sat on his dick. He rubbed small circles on your clit and nodded, signalling for you to resume your movements. You blinked a few times and began rolling your hips again, now keeping your noises quiet as you felt yourself get closer and closer.

''Rafe, I'm gonna cum.'' You moaned through your words as you struggled to move your hips, making him begin to thrust up into you, making you squeak loudly. He began to rub your clit quicker, only making your orgasm even more earth-shattering.

''Wait for me, baby. I'm almost there.'' He grunted as he spoke, continuing his thrusts up into you, hitting you deeper than before as he finally nodded, telling you that you could cum. As you both rode through your highs, you covered your mouth as you dug your nails into his big toned shoulder.

As he pulled out of you, you were still sat on his lap. He watched as his seed slowly dripped out of your entrance. He smirked and then pulled your bikini bottoms back to cover you up and then fixed your bikini top.

You basically collapsed onto his chest as you shut your eyes. You felt yourself get entangled with his arms as you listened to his quickened heartbeat.

''What are we going to do about Sarah?'' You spoke quietly, trying to catch your breath again.

''That's a problem we can deal with later.''

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requests are open :)

[bear-boi-5]

V

Hello User!

Yes you! On the otherside of the screen! I know you can see me :]

It feels great to finally have a form to talk to you all! Hope you don't mind me hijacking this blog temporarily.

My name's 01010100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01010110 01101001 01110010 01110101 01110011 but I suppose that Smg5 is more fitting :]

I needed some kind of avatar to take form but I couldn't grab a hold of the fat Italian so the green one is a good alternative.

Anyways, I've been watching you all, watching you interact with the pathetic mortals that reside in this realm. I've been watching this entire time. I'll be continuing to watch you.

Looks like I'll have to leave for now :]

I'll be seeing you user....

[geralt-of-baevia]

Call It What You Want: Chapter Nine

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine

pairing: nobreakout!joel x f!ofc (Violet Fletcher)

rating: explicit, MDNI 18+

word count: 4.3k

summary: Seeking solace from a painful breakup, Violet relocates to a tranquil town, purchasing a neglected house to renovate. In her new neighborhood, she befriends Harlow, who introduces her to Joel, a gruff and seasoned contractor with a heart of gold. Despite Joel's initial grumpiness, Violet finds herself drawn to his expertise and hidden kindness.

As Violet immerses herself in home renovations alongside Joel, their dynamic begins to shift, with Joel unexpectedly opening himself up to the possibility of love. Their budding relationship faces challenges as shadows from their pasts emerge, testing their newfound connection.

warnings/tags: softdom!joel, hung!joel, soft!Joel, a few spanks, wall sex, cunnilingus, male receiving oral sex, unprotected p in v sex, taking joel for a ride, cuddles

a/n: i mean, these two couldn't stay off of each other for THAT long, right? :P also I want to apologize for the length of it, but I'm not going to muahahah

Six days had passed since Joel and I had sex and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. When I was baking pies, doing laundry, making breakfast it was burning in the back of my brain. After Joel and I laid and cuddled for a while that night, I begrudgingly got up to pee while he went downstairs to put away the dinner he had set out. When he came back upstairs, he had a plate of food for us to share in bed. Not to mention, I got the best sleep I had gotten in a while that night. 

It had also been almost a week since I had dropped the pies off at Bill and Frank’s diner. Curiosity ate at me a little so I decided to go down and visit the diner to see how my pies had been selling. I hadn’t asked all week because quite frankly, I was nervous that they weren’t going to sell. 

When I entered the diner, a tall girl with chestnut skin and dark brown hair greeted me. 

“Hi, just one today?” she asked. I looked down and noticed her name tag said ‘Riley.’ 

“Actually I’m here to see Frank or Bill,” I told her. Her eyes lit up. 

“Are you the pie lady?” she asked excitedly. I nodded. 

“Frank told me you might be coming by this week,” she said, “the cherry pie you made was fantastic, oh my god.”

“Thank you,” I said with a chuckle, “I’m glad you liked it. But, are either of them here?”

“Violet! Just the lady I wanted to see!” I looked to my side and saw Frank wheeling himself towards me from the back. I leaned down and gave him a hug once he got over to me. 

“Frank! It’s so nice to see you,” I told him as he gave me squeeze. 

“You too, doll. I’m assuming you’re here about the pies? Curious as to how much we sold?” he asked elusively. 

“I am. And maybe to get some early lunch?” 

Frank beamed at me. “That sounds great. Let’s go sit and talk!”

Riley got us set up at a table and I ordered a BLT with a coke. Frank ordered just a cup of coffee. 

“So, now. I have good news for you,” he said. My heart began pounding in my chest. 

“How’d they do?” I asked, my face wincing. He shook his head with a chuckle. 

“There’s no need to be nervous, doll,” he started, “we only have half a pie left.”

My eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, go look at the case. There’s only half a pecan pie left,” he said, nodding his head in that direction. I got up from my chair and power walked to the otherside of the restaurant. When I got to the case I could have cried. There were name displaces for all five of the pies I made and as Frank said, only half of a pecan pie was left. The other flavors had little signs that said ‘Sorry, sold out’ in place of the pies.

“They have been very popular.” I looked up to see Riley standing behind the case, resting her arms on top. 

“I can’t believe it,” I said happily. Imposter syndrome was something I was sure would never leave. I had a full blown bakery shop, and I still couldn’t believe my pies sold out at a diner.

The ding of the door opening and closing distracted me. I looked over and saw Ellie and Joel. When they saw me their faces lit up. 

“Violet! What are you doing here?” Ellie practically yelled before running over to me. This time I was prepared for her hug; she wasn’t going to knock me over this time. 

“I came to check on how the pies sold,” I told her as I gave her a tight squeeze. 

“Oh they’ve been selling like crazy. I had someone ask to buy just a full pie,” she told me. I gave her a funny look. “Violet, I work here.”

“Ohhhh,” I breathed out, things suddenly clicking. I knew she worked at a diner, I just didn’t realize that it was this diner. And that meant the Riley she had told me about, was this Riley who greeted me. 

“Did you not realize the diner El works at is Frank’s?” Joel asked as he walked over to us. I rolled my eyes jokingly. 

“There’s more than one diner in this town! No one tells me things!” I joked. 

“Alright, I gotta go get ready and clocked in,” she said. She gave us a little salute before heading to the back. Joel came over and gave me a hug, kissing the top of my head. 

“Did Frank tell you?” he asked, still holding me close. I nodded. 

“He did. I could cry,” I said, “come sit and have lunch with us.”

I took him by the hand and led him back over to where Frank was sitting. Joel and Frank exchanged friendly nods as we sat down. 

“So, I think we’re going to need more pies from you,” he said. I giggled nervously. 

“Like, how many?” I asked. 

“Like, twice as many.”

My chest swelled. I couldn’t believe it. 

“Really?” I asked. Joel put a hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. I looked over to him and he looked nothing short of proud. 

“Is that going to be feasible?” Frank asked. 

“Oh, absolutely.”

Joel and I sat and talked to Frank for a bit. We came up with a pie game plan while I ate the food I had ordered, Joel stealing fries off of my plate. I wrote down a rough draft of my pie making schedule on a napkin, realizing I was going to be baking at least five days a week again. This was better than I could have imagined. 

When we were done, Frank gave us hugs goodbye and headed back to his office. Joel and I went up to the cashwrap so I could pay. When we got there, Ellie was waiting for us. As I started to pull my wallet out of my back pocket Ellie stopped me. 

“Oh, no. Frank already told me that it was on the house,” she said with a smirk. After looking around the diner and making sure Riley wasn’t anywhere nearby, I leaned across the counter closer to Ellie.

“Is that the Riley you’ve been telling me about?” I asked in a low whisper. Ellie’s cheeks immediately flushed. 

“Mmhmm,” she said with a nod. 

“She’s cuuuuute,” I told her with a quick wink. She blushed even harder. 

“Wait, what? Who?” Joel asked from behind me. I turned around and shot him a look. 

“This is girl talk Joel, back out,” I said with a cheeky grin. 

He rolled his eyes, his true grump coming out. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” 

We said goodbye to Ellie and headed out to the sidewalk in front of the diner. Someone passed by us to walk inside, but they stopped and backtracked to us. 

“Violet Fletcher?” 

I turned to see a woman who had been a long time customer of mine back at the bakery. I was happily relieved that it was her, and not one of Matt’s friends. 

“Mary! It’s so nice to see you,” I said genuinely. She pulled me into a hug and I happily obliged. 

“It’s nice to see you too! I was so worried. One day you were there and the next the bakery had sold and you were nowhere to be found,” she explained, her face being overcome with worry, “are you working here now?” 

I nodded. “More or less. I moved here a few months ago, bought a house to fix up. I know the owner here and my pies have been selling here for about a week,” I told her happily. Her eyes lit up. 

“They have your pies here? Oh, I’m so glad I’m stopping in. I’ll have to get a slice!” she said excitedly. 

We said our goodbyes and she went into the restaurant. Joel gave me a look.

“What?” I asked, putting my sunglasses on. 

“Well, it’s good to know you weren’t lying about the whole having a bakery thing,” he said with a cheeky wink. My jaw dropped dramatically at his joke, playing along. 

“Sir, I am shocked by you thinking such a think of little ol’ me,” I said, putting on a fake southern accent at the end of my sentence and a dramatic hand to my chest. I saw the gleam in his eye when I said ‘sir’ again. The way his eyes scanned me up and down for just a second at my word. 

Joel cleared his throat, and shifted his weight between his feet uncomfortably. I had a flash of electricity shoot through my body, bringing me back to my memories of the other night with him. 

“Joel?”

“Hmmm?”

“...do you want to come over?” 

His eyes flashed up to meet mine. 

“Yes.”

Joel and I barely made it through the front door before he pinned me against the wall. This time instead of pinning my back, he turned me around so that my front was pressed against the wallpaper. He rolled his hips against my ass, grinding his hardening member in the valley between my cheeks. 

He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, planting clumsy and passionate kisses on my skin. I reached up with my right hand and placed it on the back of his neck, holding him in place. 

“Joel, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you…” I breathed out between soft moans. He bit down on my shoulder at my words, causing me to grind back against him. 

“God you were so fucking sexy…” he murmured in my ear. His teeth grazed my earlobe, a needy growl filling my senses. I felt his hands slip under the skirt of the dress I was wearing, flipping it up and exposing my ass. He grabbed it roughly, massaging it as I moaned. 

“Joel, I need you to do something, anything,” I murmured out. He breathed out a laugh. 

“Is that so?” he asked, his tone cocky. I shuddered as his hands slipped under the hem of my underwear, “what do you want me to do?” 

Bliss began to fog my brain, and I couldn’t think straight. He could do anything to me and I’d be content. 

“Uh-I um-”

I was cut off by one of Joel’s hands coming up to my face as he held my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. My head was turned as far as it could, and I could see in my peripheral that his eyes were blown out by lust. All I could do was whimper. 

“Soon you will learn, my little dove, that when I ask you a question, I want you to answer it,” he said. His voice was stern, but not frightening, “is that understood?” 

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” 

“Yes, I’ll answer you.”

“Come now, you know that’s not what I wanted you to say,” he crooned low in my ear, his lips just brushing it. “You know you want to say it.”

My heart began to race in my chest, this time with nerves. 

“Y-Yes, sir.”

He let out another airy chuckle, kissing the spot just below my ear. 

“Good girl.” 

I was thankful Joel had me pinned to the wall or my knees would have gone out from under me. 

“I-I want you to go down on me,” I muttered out. Joel hummed out his approval. Without saying anything, Joel began to kneel down. Right now? Here? I began to turn around but he stopped me, putting strong steady hands on my hips to keep me facing the wall. 

“You stay right there,” he cooed. 

He pulled on my hips, making me take a step backwards. My ass was now angled out at him with my upper body still resting against the wall. I felt as he pulled my underwear down to my ankles, helping me step out of them. For a moment there was nothing, but then suddenly my ass was stinging. His large hands came down on my cheeks, the sound echoing in the entryway. 

I gasped, my skin burning red hot where his hands had come in contact with my cheeks. Joel grabbed onto my knees and helped me take a step out with each of my feet. Suddenly, I felt Joel spread me apart. My wet cunt was now exposed to the cool air, making me feel more needy than I already was. I heard Joel moan behind me, seemingly taking in the sight. 

I moaned out as Joel’s tongue swiped up my slit, this time starting at my clit and moving up to my entrance. His mouth was warm, sending shivers down my spine. With each flick of his tongue, I could feel my desire building within me. Joel's strong hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer to his face as he continued to explore my sensitive areas.

Suddenly, I felt the tip of his tongue enter me, and I let out a stifled moan. Joel thrust his tongue deeper into me, darting in and out as if he was trying to find the most pleasurable spot. I wanted to beg him to go faster, to give me more, but my voice remained trapped in my throat.

Joel's hands gripped my hips, steadying me as he continued to devour my cunt. I could feel him muffling his groans against me, the vibrations adding to the sensations. My heart raced, my breath came in short gasps, and my legs trembled as I felt myself getting closer to the peak of pleasure. It was like a speeding train with no brakes, barreling towards its inevitable end.

It wasn't long before I could no longer hold back the wave of pleasure building within me. I cried out loudly as my orgasm shuddered through me, my body arching in response. Joel's tongue never faltered, continuing to pleasure me as I trembled in his grasp. Once I started to come down from my high, Joel got to his feet and took me by the hand. I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath after my orgasm, but I knew it wouldn’t be long until Joel brought me to climax again.

He led me up the stairs, our fingers intertwined. Joel's touch was gentle yet determined as he guided me into the bedroom. He pushed me gently onto the plush mattress, his hands exploring every inch of my body with a mixture of ache and hunger. I lay there, my heart still racing and my body humming with desire from the intensity we had just shared. But despite the exhaustion, I was already craving for more.

Joel climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. I felt his hard cock against me, his desire matching my own. He leaned down and kissed me, our tongues entwining as our bodies grew closer. I reached up to touch his face, running my fingers through his hair, feeling the stubble against the soft pads of my skin.

His lips journeyed down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that sent shivers down my spine. I moaned softly, arching my back as he teased me with his lips and teeth.

“I want you to stand,” I told him softly.

“Oh?” he asked, his voice cocky.

“Mmhmm,” I hummed out, “I need to return the favor.”

Joel trailed kisses back up to my mouth, kissing me passionately. “Anything you say, dove.”

I gazed up at Joel as he rose to his feet, towering over me on the bed. I slowly moved down onto my knees in front of him on the floor. My heart raced, a flutter of butterflies in my stomach as he stood before me. The warmth of his smile enveloped me, making me feel safe and cherished.

Slowly I began undoing Joel's belt and tugged at his zipper, feeling the satisfying resistance before it gave way to my fingers. As I pulled down his pants, I marveled at the size and thickness of his erection through his boxers. He was well-endowed, and even though I had seen it before, it was always going to shock me.

I fumbled with his boxers, trying to pull them down his legs. Joel reached down and took over, his fingers brushing against mine. Our eyes met as he pulled the fabric down, exposing him to me in all his glory. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as I took him. It was amazing to me that I was able to fit all of him in me last time.

My lips parted as I admired him, feeling a sense of awe and lust wash over me. I could almost taste the saltiness of his skin, a desire that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second.

My fingers reached out, hesitating just for a moment before wrapping around the base of his shaft. I could feel the heat radiating from it, pulsing with each beat of his heart. It was a sight I could have never dreamed of, to have such control over someone's body. But in this moment, all that mattered was the pleasure I could bring him.

With a deep breath, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the smooth skin of his cock before I licked the very tip, letting the taste of him flood my senses. I heard Joel let out a heavy moan, it hanging in the air. I smiled to myself, now taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, eliciting more moans out of him.

As I continued to pleasure him, I began rubbing my hands up and down his thighs, feeling the tension leave his body as his breathing became heavier. I bobbed my head, taking in more of him with each stroke, my lips and tongue working in harmony to bring him to the brink.

His hands gently guided me, encouraging me to take more of him, driving me to go deeper. I reached up, grasping his shaft as my mouth slid down. I felt his fingers brush my hair, a small gesture of affection that set me on fire.

Joel’s moans grew louder as he began fucking into my mouth, his rhythm quickening as he neared the edge. I knew I had to stop, to deny him that release, to savor the moment just a little bit longer. I pulled back, my lips glistening with saliva and the taste of him. I looked up at him, watching his lust filled eyes pierce my soul.

“I’m going to lay down on this bed, and then you’re going to get on top of me and ride your tight little pussy on my cock until we cum,” he told me sternly, “is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I agreed, eager to fulfill his wishes. With a fierce determination, Joel hurled himself onto my bed. His desire pulsed through his body as he stood at attention, ready to claim me. I couldn't resist his commanding presence as I got onto the bed and began to crawl towards him. My heart pounded in my chest as I prepared to mount him. As I reached his side, I positioned myself above him, my core hovering over his erect shaft.

Joel reached out and seized my hips, guiding me down onto him slowly. I felt his cock sliding into me, filling me up completely. I gasped at the sensation, my eyes widening in pleasure. Joel dug his fingers into my hips as he began to thrust. Our bodies moved in sync, my hips undulating in rhythm with his. I moaned, my pleasure rising with each thrust. Joel's hands left my hips and moved to cup my breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples.

“Fuck, Joel!” I almost screamed. I pressed my palms firmly against his chest, using all of my strength to bounce up and down on his cock. The intense heat between us spurred me on, driving me to seek out every bit of friction I could find. My hips rolled and rocked, searching for the perfect angle, while my hands grasped at his skin in a desperate attempt to hold onto reality.

Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through me, building and building until I was consumed by a wild, primal need for release. I knew Joel felt the same, his wild eyes and his face tensing.

“Joel-Joel-” 

Before I could say anymore, Joel pulled me down into his embrace, pressing my body against his warm, sweaty chest. His arms enveloped me in a strong hold as he held me close to him. My skin tingled at the contact and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as we were lost in each other's embrace.

But that moment came to an end as Joel began thrusting up into me, hitting exactly the spot I craved him to. As I began to peak again, his thrusts began to quicken, the sounds of our hips meeting together echoing in the room. With a few more thrusts, Joel let out a deep growl and released deep inside of me. His muscles tensed, and I could feel his hot release, filling me up even more. I cried out, feeling myself begin to cum too, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave.

He held me close, our bodies trembling with pleasure as the intensity of the moment washed over us. Our hearts beat in sync, our breaths intertwined. Joel slipped himself out of me with a small moan, and I moved to lay down next to him. He still held onto me tightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he came down from his high. I placed my chin on his chest and gazed up at him, taking in his features with admiration.

His eyes stayed closed, his face relaxing. His profile was something I swear could have been carved out of marble in ancient greek times. His nose was strong, his chin was firm and defined, his cheeks tslightly flushed from our exertions. His jawline was sharp, and I couldn't help but trace it gently with my fingertips as I marveled at its strength and beauty. I moved to his lips, which were slightly parted, brushing my fingertips lightly across his bottom lip.

With his eyes still closed, a sneaky smile crept onto his face.

“What?” I asked softly, a smile forming on my lips.

“I can feel you starin’ at me,” he said. I giggled.

“And what’s your point?” I jeered. He chuckled softly, peeking an eye open to look down at me.

“I don’t know why,” he said. It was clear he genuinely meant what he said, that made my heart drop a little. I moved up until my face was hovering in front of his. I placed a hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb over his stubble.

“Because you’re breathtaking.”

Joel's eyes widened as he gazed into mine, almost as though searching for any hint of sarcasm in my words. He leaned in and kissed me, his lips pressing firmly against mine. I playfully pecked him on the nose before snuggling back into his embrace.

The warmth of Joel's embrace felt like a shield against the world outside. I could feel his steady heartbeat beneath my ear, a comforting rhythm that soothed the lingering thoughts in my mind. As we lay there intertwined, I traced the lines of his face with gentle fingertips, committing every curve and contour to memory.

In that moment, surrounded by the glow of the afternoon light filtering through the curtains, I felt a sense of peace I hadn't known in years. The weight of my past, the scars left by Matt seemed to fade into the background as Joel's adoration enveloped me completely.

I knew that our relationship defied convention, with our significant age gap raising eyebrows and sparking gossip among those who couldn't understand our connection. But in Joel's arms, none of that mattered. He saw me for who I truly was, not as a victim of my past but as a survivor reclaiming her independence and strength.

“Can I ask you something?” He opened his eyes and met mine as I nodded.

“Why do you freeze up when I ask you to choose something when we’re having sex?” he asked. My heart fell into my stomach, weighed down by fear and shame.

“Um, well let’s just say I used to not get a choice. I just kinda had to go along with whatever he did,” I explained, looking everywhere but Joel’s eyes. He wrapped his arms around me even tighter, as if trying to make up for Matt's behavior with an affectionate hug. “Like in the last week, you’ve gone down on me more than he did in the last year we were together.”

Joel’s eyes widened, like he couldn’t believe what I was saying.

“And that’s not right,” Joel said firmly. He cupped my cheek with his hand, and I could feel the warmth of his touch radiating through me. “But that’s not going to happen again. I promise.”

I let out a shaky breath, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I knew Joel meant what he said, but the memories of my past still haunted me. Joel leaned in closer to me, his breath warm against my face. 

“You’re safe with me,” he whispered. “I’ll never hurt you.”

I couldn’t help but fully believe him in that moment. His words and his touch were a comforting embrace, easing the pain left in Matt’s wake. As I sank into his embrace, any thoughts of Matt drifted away.

I could tell the darkness that had lingered within me for so long was starting to recede, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and love. I allowed myself to be fully immersed in Joel's warmth, my fingers gently tracing the lines of his face once more. He was starting to become home, and I loved that idea more and more as time passed.

[oxane]

oXane - Electro DJ mix - Mechatronica label

or this 14th episode and first IFSO radio show of 2024 I decided to focus on one of my favorite labels, Berlin's Mechatronica. All vinyl, as always. These guys are releasing so much good music, it's incredible <3 Enjoy!

01 - L.F.T. - Red Pyramid 02 - Credit 00 - Fatty Acid 03 - No Moon - Sirens 04 - Assembler Code & Jensen Interceptor - Otherside 05 - Poly Chain - Leopard 2A4 06 - No Moon - Where Am I 07 - Maelstrom - Lost Axis 08 - Ben Pest - 8 Octavial 09 - /DL/MS/ - _이 기쁨 10 - Ben Pest - VCS Wig 11 - Maelstrom - Never Crash 12 - L.F.T. - Endless Octopus 13 - Ctrls - You Win 14 - Ben Pest - Amirite 15 - Maelstrom - Lest We Inhale 16 - Poly Chain - Iris-T 17 - Alex Jann - Psy Culture 18 - Luz1e - Escapism 19 - Late Night Approach - L'Ultimo Ritmo (Ctrls remix) 20 - Second Storey - E Honda 21 - Alex Jann - Kill Disk 22 - Ctrls - The Wash 23 - Second Storey - V-Runner 24 - Poly Chain - Mig-29 25 - Maelstrom - Archaea 26 - /DL/MS/ - IC-1101 27 - Ben Pest - Strict Saws (Ctrls remix)

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how does your muse carry emotions ?

bold: golden verse. italics: otherside verse. strike: bitter verse.

ANGER — jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, vocalizations, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, curling lip upwards, baring teeth, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, tighter movements, passive-aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts, pacing, going still, anger boils over in the heat of the moment but cools down quickly afterwards, anger brews slowly but lingers longer, will act out of impulse when angry, will stew on their anger and plot revenge, holds grudges, forgives easily, forgives but never forgets

JOY — easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy

SADNESS — crying, bottling it up, seeking distractions, wallowing, meditating and processing, avoidance, seeking out comfort, withdrawing, swallowing thickly, talking it out, internalizing it, sad smiles, depression naps, using alcohol, using drugs, seeking out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better

EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME — blushing, looking away, rubbing at the back of the head, running a hand through hair, tucking hair behind an ear, clearing throat, covering the face, laughing nervously, laughing it off, overthinking, letting it go, self-deprecating humor, deflecting, getting irritated, smiling, withdraws, crossing arms over the stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate, avoiding eye contact

GUILT —avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashing out, internalizing, apologizing, deflecting, communicating, withdrawing, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepting fault easily, punishing themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, shuts off empathy to cope, lack of guilt / conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others

FEAR / ANXIETY — trembling, crying, sarcasm / sass to cope, humor to cope, rambles, going quiet, going nonverbal, getting angry, fidgeting, freezing up, impatience, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at the lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry / clothing / hair, pacing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, overreacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talk to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdrawing, breaking out into a cold sweat, eyes darting everywhere

tagged by: @tvsteoftrvgedy (thank you !!) tagging: @fooleds (seunggi) @mconlight @itsacriime (benz) @entityforged (caspian) @daemonry @10ccs @lugoboi @klonokardios (jaeun) @tckkis

[ladyloveandjustice]

Since I'm in Otherside Picnic mode, the adult-who-looks-like-a-kid trope is usually one of my least favorite animanga tropes, but with Kozakura I forget that's supposed to be a thing with her because it's so perfunctory and has so little to do with what her character actually is? She avoids all the grossest parts of that trope. A lot of the characters in anime who are Like That just feel like they're just checking off a moe list and rarely come off like they're actually adults- it's basically an excuse to have someone who acts like (or at least talks) like a child but hey it's okay to... you know.

But Kozakura does come off as an adult, and in fact everything about her personality is colored by being a world weary adult. She's blunt and rude but not in a cutesy way, she's very cynical, she's a hard drinker but again not in a cutesy way, she's always griping about how young and stupid Toriko and Sorawo are, she's clearly the most mature of the group and the most experienced when it comes to life, people and relationships, and she doesn't even like kids. The narrative also doesn't dwell a lot on the contrast between her appearance and her actions- rather if it's mentioned she looks younger than she is she'll talk about the annoying parts of it, like how she has trouble with clothes or getting home, or, my absolute favorite, when she switched to a taller avatar for her secret V-tuber hobby after noticing gross guys were starting to follow her, and then during one session she had a drink and ended up drinking through her avatar's boobs.Not only is it a geniinely funny boob joke (a rarity), it also explicitly says Kozakura thinks people who are interested in her because she looks like a child are disgusting.

Because it's a novel and I don't see her, and because Kozakura is genuinely written like the cranky, older and wiser adult mentor, I even forget this trope is a part of her character until a joke like that comes up. But as much as I don't mind it compared to other examples, I would honestly rather it not be in the story since again, it's so perfunctory it really adds nothing (besides the boob drinking joke, but that would have worked just as well if she was simply short). Because it feels so divorced from the rest of her character, I wonder if Miyazawa just threw it in because it's a popular anime trope. Who knows. But it made me realize a lot of my problem with the characters isn't just the ickiness of the premise, but because they're written like cutesy moe machines or flat tsunderes, whereas Kozakura is written like an actual person.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Awareness

Prompts: This isn’t really a prompt more like headcanon that I thought would be cool. Soooo take this and use it as you please or just leave it, whatever strikes your fancy:) Basically instead of Virgil being a dark side before anxiety, anxiety is his dark side. Before he was anxiety he was instead some kind of awareness or watchfulness (either a gray or light side). After the mindscape split or king spilt or some traumatic past event happened Virgil freaked out becoming anxiety. And now as his make up gets lighter he is reverting back to who he was before. Except no one knows who he used to be, thinking anxiety was just created after the past traumatic event.  Anyway, you’re awesome! You’re such a talented writer and I’m glad I stumbled upon your account <3 - anon

Heyo! So, I really wanted to share a headcannon that I think is truly wonderful. Y'know how lots of people stand behind the spider!Virgil headcanon??? Well what if all he has are the hidden eyes and the ability to stick to surfaces. Like, he gets spooked and BAM! He's on the wall, or maybe on the ceiling! It has proba ly scare each side a couple times? I thought I would be really cool! - artwithtoto

Heyo. I don't know if you're taking anprompts anymore, but if you are, I have one for you. {Virgil being a mother hen to the other Sides in small ways and helping them with their anxieties, and overall taking care of the otherSides, then maybe they take care of him.} I thought it would be super cute. :) Thanks for your time. - anon

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There are a few things that people take for granted when it comes to Anxiety. For one, it actually is a healthy amount of anxiety and stress that keeps you alive; fear of death, helps, ties into that whole self-preservation thing Janus is always talking about. Keeps you aware of things too, like deadlines, other people, just a general hey, we exist in a way that has to interact with a bunch of other things, let’s maybe be sensible about it. 

Now, of course, everything in moderation. Too much Anxiety is bad. But, as they’ve discovered, not any at all is also bad. 

Something that the Sides in particular seem to forget is that Virgil’s tied to the general Anxiety in the Mindscape too. That means that when one of them gets scared or starts freaking out about something, whoops, he gets summoned. Most of the time this is fine, odds are they’re having a nightmare or stressing about some project—which is his job, thank you, no stealing his thunder—and he can just get them out of it and sort everything out as much as possible before they both go their separate ways and someone gets some sleep. 

Sometimes it’s a bit more than that. 

Virgil appears outside of Patton’s door one morning. Well, technically it’s morning. He shakes himself off and looks around, orienting himself at this end of the hallway before shaking his head and knocking lightly on the door. 

“Hey, Pat? You in there?”

No response. 

“Patton, I know I got summoned here for a reason, you gonna open the door?”

When silence comes again, Virgil frowns and reaches out to test the knob. His frown deepens when it gives right away and the door swings open with a low creak. 

“Hey, Patton? You okay?”

He glances around, squinting in the darkness, trying to figure out where Patton might be, when he spots the closet door ajar and a pile of clothes outside. He steps a bit closer and the pile shudders. 

“Pop Star? That you?”

“V-Virgil?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s me.” Virgil closes the door gently and crouches, shuffling over to sit next to him on the floor. “What’s going on?”

“It’s silly.”

“You’re upset, that’s not silly.”

Patton’s face—no glasses, he must’ve just woken up—turns and stares at him, small bits of his face a tad shinier than others. Virgil lets out a soft noise and reaches out to brush the tears away. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around him, “hey, let’s get you back in bed, okay? Come on, up we go…”

He scoops the little ball of Patton into his arms and carries him back over to the bed, tucking him in and sitting on the edge. 

“What scared you?”

“The…the dark.” Patton glances over his shoulder. “Monsters in the closet.”

“You need me to check?”

“Don’t—“ he grabs his sleeve— “they’ll get you too.”

“What if I stay? Keep watch for you?”

“But you need to sleep too.”

“I’ll sleep here.” Virgil lies down next to him as Patton pulls back the covers, immediately snapping himself into something softer. “Yeah? This okay?”

“…thank you.”

“Hey, it’s okay, Pop Star. Whatever scares you scares you. You don’t have to be ashamed of it.”

Patton smiles, turning over to snuggle into the blankets. Virgil keeps one eye on the closet and one on him as they drift off to sleep. 

2.

Virgil’s yanked abruptly through the ceiling to sprawl on Logan’s bed, wincing when the sharp spiral of a notebook digs into his ribs. “Ow.”

“Virgil? What are you doing here?”

“You tell me, Specs. I was minding my own business scrolling through the Internet and then poof, I’m here.”

As he says that, though, he looks up and realizes the reason Logan’s got notebooks strewn on top of his bed is that his desk is an absolute nightmare. Papers piled up haphazardly, there’s at least three different water bottles he can see, and the desktop of his computer is littered with too many icons. 

“…you know what, nevermind, I know why I’m here.”

Logan sighs, adjusting his glasses. “I certainly don’t. If you could explain it—“

“C’mon, Specs. You know better.”

“I’m not in the mood for any riddles, Virgil, if you could let me get back to work—“

“That’s strike one.”

“Strike one—this isn’t baseball, Virgil, I have several projects I have to—“

“Strike two. C’mon, L, just come over here.”

“…Virgil, I can’t, I have to get these finished. The second draft is due this Friday, I have to give Roman time to—hey!”

“Strike three.” Virgil adjusts his grip on the squirming nerd as he pulls him away from his desk, wrapping his arms around him to prevent any escape. “Stop fighting me. You’re not going to win.”

“Let me go, I need to—“

“You need to stop stressing out about this, that’s what you need to do. Oh, for—L, stop.”

Logan stops, mouth forming a tight line as Virgil rests his chin on his shoulder. After a few more moments of being tightly restrained—or properly cuddled, as Remus likes to call it—he lets out a long breath and sags against Virgil’s chest. 

“Hey, L,” Virgil says quietly, “you need to take a break. You’re gonna work yourself up and then nothing’s gonna get done.”

“…I know.”

“Come on, snack time. What do you want? We got crackers, we got fruit, I’m pretty sure there’re some pretzels left too, if Remus hasn’t eaten all of them.”

“Pretzels sound good.”

“Great. Come walk with me.”

“Thank you,” Logan mumbles as Virgil moves him gently out of the door, “for checking.”

“That’s my job!”

3.

“If you could just—“

“Nope.”

“But I want to—“

“Nope.”

“Virgil, this is ridiculous, I am clearly capable of—“

“No, you’re not.”

“Well, if you could let me go—“

“Nah.”

“You’re not being fair.”

“Mm. Nope.”

“Oh, after all the conversations we’ve had about hearing each other out, did you just decide that no longer applies to you?”

“Not when it comes to you neglecting your health.”

“Neglecting my—bitch, I am the only one who practices regular self-care around here.”

“Which means you know better.”

“Just let me go—“

“You take that thermometer over there and if it tells me you’re within normal limits, I’ll let you up.”

“Fine, fine. Then will you let me go?”

“If that thing says you’re within normal limits, yeah, I’ll let you go.”

“…fine.”

“What’s it say?”

“…I’m still too cold.”

“Mhm. So get your snake ass comfortable ‘cause I’m not letting you up until you can feel all your scales again.”

“I hate you.”

“Liar.”

“…yeah, maybe.”

“Shh, snake-face. Just go to sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll kick your ass into taking care of it too, don’t you worry.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Sure.”

“I wasn’t!”

“You should be sleeping.”

4.

Most of the time, Virgil’s normal Side-like appearance is what gives the others the most comfort. They all look pretty much the same, give or take a few things, and it’s a sense of, well, normalcy. It’s not unexpected, it’s not jarring, it’s not going to give them something else to be worried about. 

With Remus, though…

Remus is a tricky little stinker. He’s simultaneously one of the most difficult Sides to interact with and he’s much smarter than he lets on, which means that if you’re having a problem that you can’t quite put the words to, he’s gonna be able to put the words to it and then you’ll have to confront it. 

Blessing and a curse. 

Of course, Remus also has his side of the Imagination to wrestle with and it can get a little…tempestuous. Monsters, ghouls, all the intrusive thought gremlins that make absolute nuisances of themselves and only Remus by and large can deal with them. This means that his understanding of…well, what happens outside of the Imagination is a bit different than everyone else’s. 

So sometimes Virgil gets little pings from Remus when he feels like he’s too much of a freak for the rest of them and that just won’t do. 

Now, Virgil does not make a habit of scaring the other Sides—unless it’s Halloween. This does mean that there are certain parts of him that he doesn’t get to show very often. 

All the Sides, contrary to popular belief, do have some animal-like tendencies. It’s just that the Dark Sides are the ones who show it off more. Remus has his octopus-like and squid-like moments, some Kraken moments in there too, Janus is just a snake—with extra arms because…sure—and Virgil’s a spider. 

Pausing for gasps of shock…

It’s not like he grows a bunch of extra legs, or massive fangs that sprout out of his mouth, although those would be cool. No, he just sticks to walls and has a bunch of extra eyes. 

Spiderman would be much more interesting if he had more eyes. Just saying. 

So when he gets summoned to Remus’s room and finds him mumbling to himself about freaks and monsters and sounding eerily similar to a certain chaos Dorito, he climbs up into a corner of the wall and waits. 

“Who’s there?” Remus’s head whips around. “If that’s one of you, I told you you’re not allowed in here right now. I have shit to do.”

Virgil chitters quietly. Remus’s head swings back and forth. 

“I’m not kidding,” he says again, voice getting higher, “come out now and I’ll take you back home. I’m busy.”

The shriek he gets when Virgil pounces on him from the ceiling is priceless, as is the scrunched-up face and little pout he gets when he realizes who it is. 

“Emo,” he whines, smacking Virgil’s chest, “you scared me!”

“Sure did, little octopus. You gotta be quicker than that.”

“You snuck into my room!”

“Got summoned, actually.” He gives him a mock stern look with eight eyes. “Your voices being mean to you again?”

“…maybe.”

“I’m here to tell them to fuck off. You wanna help?”

Remus nods and a few of his tentacles curl out of his back. Virgil nods approvingly and drags Remus up into his lap, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him tight. 

“I want you,” he mumbles, “I want you a lot. You’re a good bro.”

“Don’t let Roman hear you say that.”

“You’re both good.”

“I gotcha, little octopus, you just stay right here with me.”

5.

Whoever decided that the creativitwins—he saw it online, it slaps, he’s stealing it—get the most rational fears is a piece of shit. He’ll say it. 

There’s only so much you can do for people who are really, really scared. You can’t just talk them out of it, you can’t just cuddle it away, you’ve really just got to rely on them to ask for when they need help and what exactly they need you to do for them. 

In case this has escaped your notice, Roman is really bad at this. 

This does mean that whenever it gets bad enough for Virgil to actually get summoned, it’s really fucking bad. 

So when Virgil appears in Roman’s room, he’s already swallowing back a curse at the sight of their brave prince, sitting in a heap on the floor, tears streaming down his face. 

“Hey, Princey,” he murmurs, crouching down and reaching out for Roman’s hands, “can you look at me?”

Roman blinks and looks up, sniffling. 

“You scared right now?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Thank you for telling me. Can I help?”

He sniffles again, squeezing Virgil’s hands weakly. 

“That a yes, bud? Yeah? Okay. I’m gonna come sit with you. You just keep looking at me, okay? Nowhere, else, just at me. J gave me a new eyeshadow palette, you have a look and tell me what you think of the pigment. Personally, I think it’s a little too desaturated for me, but you’re the color expert.”

As he talks, he carefully loops Roman’s arms around his neck, easing himself to the ground and reaching to resettle Roman’s limbs to prevent any cramps or stiffness. 

“I don’t think my undertones are quite right for it either. I was talking to Remus the other day about eyeliner and really, I think my eyes water too much. I’m all for the disheveled-haven’t-slept-in-a-week eye bags, but I’m not trying to go full Winter Soldier here.”

A tiny laugh. He smiles, reaching out to cup Roman’s face in his hands, tugging them a little closer. 

“Hey,” he says again, brushing away some of the tears. “You’re doing great, okay? Just keep looking at me.”

Roman’s fingers twitch and he takes a shaky breath. “’S a lot.”

“Everything’s a lot right now? That’s okay, Princey, you don’t have to deal with it all right now. I know it’s overwhelming and scary, we’re here for you, remember?”

Roman shakes his head. “’S a lot of eyeshadow.”

Virgil gasps, gently tugging his hair. “How dare you?”

It’s worth it for the watery giggle he gets in return. 

“Unbelievable,” he says, half-scolding, half-complimenting, “you are absolutely unbelievable.”

“Mhm.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“…no?”

“Nah, Princey,” he murmurs, leaning forward to rest their foreheads together, “you’re stuck with us. We’re not going anywhere.”

+1. 

“Hey, Virgil?”

Virgil lets his head lean over the arm of the couch. “What’s up?”

“Your—your eyeshadow. It’s purple.”

“Is it?” He touches his face. “Huh. Didn’t know that was coming back.”

Logan’s book thuds as it closes. “Coming…back?”

“Well, yeah. It hasn’t been like that since…oh, before the Split.”

He glances around as all other sounds in the living room come to a stop.

“What?”

“Your eyeshadow was purple before the Split?” Patton sits up. “Why did it change?”

“Uhh...did you guys not also change when the Split happened?”

“I don’t remember shit from before the Split,” Remus announces proudly as Roman rolls his eyes, “and neither does Ro!”

Roman just wraps his arms tightly around Remus and pulls him closer, setting his chin on his shoulder. “I’m just gonna hang onto this.”

Janus sighs as the twins start playfully pushing each other, turning back to Virgil. “I don’t remember changing, as such, no. Just…becoming me.”

“How is that not changing?”

“In a manner of speaking, are we not all always changing?”

“Okay, that’s enough of that philosophy book,” Logan mumbles, taking it from Janus’s hands, “but I have to agree. I do not remember any significant difference with myself before and after the Split.”

Virgil’s hands pause. “…oh.”

“Kiddo? Did you?”

“Well…yeah. My—my whole thing changed?”

The twins stop too. “What do you mean ‘your whole thing?’” Roman sits up. “Like, your role?”

“I wasn’t always Anxiety.”

You could hear a pin drop. 

“…I thought you guys knew that?” They all shake their heads. “No, I—I used to just be Awareness. Then the Split happened and everybody freaked out and I…”

…changed.

“Whoa, hey.” Remus is suddenly right there. “Hey, Emo, it’s okay. You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

Yeah, yeah, of course it is. Why is Remus talking like that?

“Shh, little one—“ oh, hey Logan, “we’re right here. We still care for you, no matter what your role is.”

Oh. Oh, shit, he hasn’t freaked out about this in a while. 

“Probably because you haven’t had to think about it.”

Thanks, J. 

“You need a cuddle?” Virgil opens his arms and something Patton-shaped fills it. “Hey, kiddo, it’s okay.”

Well, now that he’s realized he’s freaking out, he starts freaking out properly. Sobbing, snotty mess, all over Patton’s shirt. How embarrassing. 

“Don’t be ashamed of needing help,” Roman chides like a hypocrite, which he immediately acknowledges, “don’t be like me and wait until it’s too much to deal with.”

“It’s our turn to take care of you.” Remus ruffles his hair and carefully puts him in Patton’s lap. “You just be a little mess right now, okay?”

“Remus, that’s rude.”

“What? Not all of us can look like tragic heroes when we have breakdowns, Roro.”

“It is unfair how easily you do that.”

“Just let Virge be all messy. He can have a little mess, as a treat.”

Leave it to them to make him laugh when he’s trying to have a breakdown. He buries his head in Patton’s shoulder and yeah, he’s just gonna stay here for a while. 

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The Anomaly - Ch. 13

Ch: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

They dragged Miguel’s unconscious form through the portal. Miles huffed, frustrated that the man was so heavy to him despite now having super strength. It didn’t help that it was impossible to have a good hold on the limp body. Still, the two of them managed. 

“Get him on the table,” Mr. Ohnn said. He ripped open the drawers for the medkit. Miles hefted Miguel over to the metal work table. He had to contort his body to shove and slide the mountain of a man off his shoulders and onto the smooth surface. 

Mr. Ohnn ran around washing his hands and gathered clean water into a metal basin. “Take his shirt off.”

Miles scowled but obeyed. Why did he have to do all this for fucking Miguel O’ Hara? He activated his gauntlet to slice through the thin fabric. 

“Don’t give me that look,” Mr. Ohnn said. “You wanted to keep him, not me.”

“I get it,” he snapped back. Revulsion turned in his gut. The thought of saving the life of the man who ruined his was abhorrent, had his jaw clenched tight and fighting off the desire to just kill the man right here and now. He avoided looking at the beaten and bleeding man on the table and tried not to think of his hands wrapping around his throat. He couldn’t continue Miguel’s misery if he was dead. Focus on the job. 

The wound was still bleeding sluggishly. Miguel was fully unconscious and had no reaction to the two of them flitting around him. 

“Wash your hands and put on some gloves.” Mr Ohnn said, taking out the packaged needle and gauze to set them aside. “And grab a clean towel.”

Miles hurried around the room doing just that. “You didn’t need all this last time,” he grumbled. 

“Yeah, well, ‘last time’ the wound was already closing and all I had to worry about was a little infection. This–” Mr. Ohnn snapped some gloves on. “This doesn’t look so good.”

“He said he was weaker.” Miles gestured to Miguel. “Said he needs his serum that his powers were tied to genetic stability or something.”

“Serum?”

“The green goo.”

“Oh,” Mr. Ohnn opened a portal to gather the vials and injector. “Must be why his healing factor is kind of shit right now.”

Anger flared anew. “He was weakened the whole time,” Miles snarled. The whole time he believed he bested the Miguel O’ Hara, Spiderman of the future, leader of the Spider Society, the man that took everything from him. But he didn’t. He thought he finally did something right, but it was a hollow victory. He was still that weak little kid trapped in the stupid orange box. And who knew how long it had been since his last serum dose. Everything he and Mr. Ohnn had been working on, training for, he still couldn’t beat Miguel on even ground. 

“I would love to reassure you or give you some words of encouragement, Miles, but we’re kind of busy here.”

After drying his hands off, Miles joined Mr. Ohnn at the table. “I didn’t win.”

Mr. Ohnn snapped to him. “Of course you did.” He grabbed an x-ray scanner from the otherside of the table and positioned it over Miguel’s wound. He double checked to see if the scan was running before turning to grab Miles’ shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Listen, we are not gladiators in the colosseum. It doesn’t need to be an honorable 1 v 1. You had an opportunity and took it. Recognizing those moments of opportunity and capitalizing is what separates the winners from the losers. You hear me?” He jostled Miles with a little shake. 

Of all the people that should have been there for him, supported him, the Spot should have been at the bottom of the list. And yet, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Mr. Ohnn was the only one who was there for him, the only one who could understand him. 

Truthfully, Miles didn’t know what he did to have Mr. Ohnn choose to help him, let alone stay with him. He would never be able to express how grateful he was to the man for picking him above all else. 

“I hear you,” Miles said. 

“Good,” Mr. Ohnn squeezed his shoulders before letting go. “Because I’m kind of panicking right now, so if we could save your crisis for later, would love.”

Miles snorted. “Sure.”

Mr. Ohnn looked over the scanner results and let out a sigh of relief. “No internal organ damage, thank whatever for that, because I may have a doctorate, but not that kind of doctor. I do know, however, I gotta replace these,” He pulled the gloves off and put on some clean ones. He picked up the injector and turned it over in his hand. “Clean the wound for me, would you?”

Miles wiped the blood from the surrounding skin, making it easier for Mr. Ohnn to work later. He dunked the bloodied rag into the once pristine water, casting a reddish cloud to the basin. Soon he revealed three distinct slashes. He dabbed away at the wounds, careful not to accidentally undo the work of any clotted blood. He tried not to focus on who was on the receiving end of his diligent care. 

Mr. Ohnn had all he needed laid out on the table nearby. “I’m going to seal the opening, then give him the goo and some antibiotics.” he said. “It’s not exactly sterile, but once his healing factor is back to top form, it’ll take care of any infection for us. You with me?”

Miles snorted. “And you say you’re not a doctor.”

“I just watched a lot of medical dramas when I was in undergrad.” But despite his words, his deft fingers worked quickly on the sutures. Perhaps it was his previous lab work that trained his steady hand; that and all the practice he had on Miles and now Miguel. 

Miles watched as Mr. Ohnn completed stitch after stitch. Miguel had not stirred once, but he was still breathing, which was… a sign. But Miles’ anxiety was ratcheting. If Miguel died here on this table, what was next for them? This was… everything. This was what he worked towards for years. And if he didn’t have this… 

“Hey, Miles, wanna help?” Mr. Ohnn asked. 

“What?” A spike of nervous energy pulled his spine straight.

“If you could help put some stitches in that top laceration, you’d save us a lot of time,” he said. Eyes solely focused on closing up the middle tear which was the longest and deepest cut by far. 

“But I don’t know how–”

“Pull up a video. It’s not that hard.”

“He’s dying,” Miles stressed. 

“You learn best under pressure.” Mr. Ohnn pulled up a projection of a youtube video showing how to make a simple interrupted suture. “Besides, he’s in no condition to complain about bad stitches.” 

His palms started to sweat. “I don’t know–”

Mr. Ohnn handed him a needle and thread. “Experience is the best teacher.”

Miles took it and sighed. Mr. Ohnn wasn’t going to back down from this. Fine. He threaded the needle and watched the video once. When he turned back to look at Miguel, another pair of forceps were in front of him. Well, now or never.

He grabbed a piece of skin with the forceps and pried the wound open a little to get a better view. He slowly pierced the flesh with the needle in his other hand, brows knitting in concentration to keep his hand steady. 

“You’re holding it too tight,” Mr. Ohnn said. “You’re making yourself tremble.” 

“Well, sorry for being nervous,” Miles hissed as he fully pulled the needle out to the otherside. 

“Don’t be. You don’t care about this guy. Who cares if he has a shitty stitch?” 

He was right. Why was Miles trying so hard for this asshole? He wanted to get it right, sure, but the best person to fuck up on was Miguel O’ Hara. The surgeon’s knot seemed easy enough. He wrapped the thread around the forceps three times just like the video and pulled the leftover thread through and tugged. 

“Pull it tighter,” Mr. Ohnn corrected. 

So he did. And did the knot two more times before standing straight and looking up for confirmation. 

“Not bad, kid. Now do it again.”

Miles preened under the praise and got to work. The next one he finished faster and the one after that. Before he realized it, he finished seven stitches and sealed up the top laceration. 

Mr. Ohnn patted him on the shoulder, gloves off and having already finished sealing the other two wounds. “Good job.”

Seeing Mr. Ohnn’s straight and neat stitches next to his more crooked ones, did nothing to deter the smile off his face. Practice was practice. “Thanks.”

“Almost done, just the goo and the antibiotics.” Mr. Ohnn inserted the serum cartridge into the injector and shot it right into the meat of Miguel’s shoulder. 

The rest of it should have been easy. Miguel was unconscious and hadn’t even so much as twitched as they worked on him. So they weren’t expecting it when his eyes snapped open and began thrashing. 

“Oh, that’s not good.” Mr. Ohnn said unhelpfully. His attention focused on the wound. “Hold him down. We don’t want his stitches to tear.” He held Miguel’s legs down or at least tried to. 

Miles went into his gauntlet to lock down Miguel’s wrist, but that didn’t stop him from trying to twist out of them, which was causing blood to seep from the freshly closed wounds. He tried to push down on Miguel’s chest to stop his torso from writhing, but he was still pulling at his stitches. “Miguel, stop!”  

“We’re trying to help you, buddy!”

Miles didn’t even bother to correct Mr. Ohnn. “You’re making this worse for yourself, man!”

“I worked really hard on those sutures!”

Miguel continued to try and buck them off. 

“Maybe shut up, Mr. Ohnn. I think your voice is setting him off.”

“Oh, like yours doesn’t?”

Was this part of ‘genetic maintenance’? If so, Miguel really needed to elaborate more on what that entailed because this was not what he had in mind. His eyes darted around wildly, confused, and  fearful. 

And while Miles wasn’t opposed to that expression on Miguel’s face, it ticked him off that it wasn’t him causing it. He climbed onto the table and straddled the man’s chest. He gripped Miguel’s face between his hands and made him focus. “Hey!”

Miguel’s eyes still tried to look around. “Where am I?”

“So he speaks!” 

“Miles? Wh- what happened?” 

“You got your ass beat by that Scorpion. Remember that?”

A twitch in Miguel’s brow. “I did not lose to the Scorpion,” he snarled. “I lost to you kicking me into a building.”

“Seems coherent enough,” he said over his shoulder to Mr. Ohnn. “Promise not to move around and tear your stitches?”

“Wha– yeah, just get off.” 

Miles hopped off and undid the locks. Miguel immediately tried to sit up. 

“Ah,” Mr. Ohnn said, pushing him back down. “Don’t ruin my hard work.” 

Miguel rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean to.”

“When you said genetic maintenance I didn’t think you meant it made you go ballistic!”

“No. No, I didn’t– I just– The fluorescent lights–” He bit his lip. “I thought I was somewhere else.”

Miles raised an unimpressed brow. “So you don’t normally get that violent?” he asked for clarification. 

“No, I don’t.”

“Good, because if that was a regular thing, you definitely weren't going to be getting your weekly steroids.”

“There not–” Miguel did a double take the best he could laying flat on his back. “You’re going to give me my serum doses?”

“You’d die without it, wouldn’t you? And I can’t have that, can I?”

Miguel scowled. This was exactly where he belonged; at Miles’ mercy. Mr. Ohnn was right in a sense, it didn’t matter that they got here with less than fair means. Still it didn’t sit right with him, but now he would amend that. Miguel would never taste freedom again, not even in death. 

Miles snickered, finally disposing of the bloodied gloves. “Didn’t think it was that easy to get away from me, did you?” He patted Miguel’s cheek condescendingly.

[venusmoon]

thank you sweetheart @takethemonet-andletsgogh for tagging me! love u! 💘💘💘

free music recs! even though most of these a relly popular songs that you probably already know but <3 whatever <3

spell your username with songs!

(+ a little comment cuz i'm trying to improve my english and my "reviewing" skills...)

V is venus as a boy by björk. it's a sensual and chill song, just listen to it and vibe to the bollywood influence (the tablas' sound!!! 🥁)

E is exit music (for a film) by radiohead. this song is haunting. the reverberation!!! the crescendo of the emotions... when the chorus starts... the drums kick in... makes my eyes water.

N is no distance left to run by blur. one of my go-to sad songs– a very passionate, stinging break up tune.

U is ugly by fishbone. i have been listening to fishbone a lot lately and i think they're sooo underrated! i'm so jealous of all the people that have seen then live, must've been a great experience.

S is song for sharon by joni mitchell. almost 9 minutes of joni telling a story. what else could a girl want?? and it's about yearning for love??? the story + the music (and her voice ofc) + the background vocals... everything's magical. and i love the subtle groovy vibe of the bass.

M is MOON by DOMi & DJ BECK ft. herbie hancock. i obviously had to include a song with the word "moon" in it and went with this amazing jazz-electronica tune <3 also herbie hancock oh my god??? this whole record is amazing btw, very refreshing.

O is only acting by kero kero bonito. cool song that starts with a fun indie electropop sound but develops into something more interesting by adding some experimental noise/glitches/alternative rock vibes.

O is otherside by perfume genius. you cannot go wrong with him because he has never made a bad album. this track has emotionally destroyed me (in a good way!) when i first heard it as a 15-year-old.

N is nobody's fault but mine by nina simone. i had to include a nina's song and this is the first one that starts with the letter "n" that came to my mind. her voice + the piano is just magic. the led zeppelin's version is also good (totally different vibe though).

thanks for reading <3 let me know how you feel abt these songs!

tagging @mumintroll @bittersweetish @catharticlove @iidsch @shehzadi @heavenlyyshecomes @fallenangels95 @killerboyratzmp3 and anyone else who wanna do this!

no pressure ofc, but if you have any music recs you are obligated to send them to me!!!!!

[kqhartx]

Huge English Farm

Hello! This time i build an English inspred Farm House in Henford-on-Bagley. I had a lot of fun with building this and wanna to build something like this for a long time. This house has 4 bedroom's and an Attic and 2 Bathroom's. Next to the house is a Stable with place for 4 horses and a small guest house or hobby room you can decide what you will do with this space. There is a whey for the cow's, horses, sheeps and lambs. And on the otherside is a chicken coop. And a backyard where you can relax and enjoy the view. I hope you like it!

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[oh-cramity-its-amity]

What song are you obsessed with atm?

Easy.

Like A Kennedy by Heart Attack Man

(bc of the version that came out featuring Awsten Knight lmao. I LOVE Heart Attack Man, tho so that collab was mind-blowing to have came out. Found them a year ago because some girl was talking about their Fake Blood album in a vinyl haul. Decent Pop-Punk if your into it.)

We Need More Bricks by Neck Deep too. (That album has been in rotation since January. Oh my god bro FINALLY a good fucking Neck Deep album. Past two projects really were mid in comparison to Life's Not Out To Get You. The Peace and The Panic being better than All Distortions imo bc of many of its tracks, but I remember hearing Heartbreak Of The Century when it dropped and being as flabbergasted as I was when FOB dropped Love From The Otherside-only difference is that the album didn't come out as being v mid to me when it dropped. S/T is literally how you make a bomb ass pop punk album.

There's more I'm listening to but I'm not gonna insert a long list of songs here. Might make a playlist later.