#yes 'flowercrown'

[fluesterscherben]

Jiang Wanyin is the Yiling Patriarch.

[atomiclace]

i just found some edits i did 10 yrs ago and i cant stop laughing because you cannot deny these were made in 2014 ... exposing myself here for you all

[naumaxia-art]

Long Live King Radovid

[happyheidi]

[xejune]

little request for @bookcalanthedaily of her calanthe & ciri (+ an additional tiny comic), thank you for your patience! ✨

sketches + process shot underneath the cut!

[chaosandwolves]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Welp have some more angst from the 'Geralt has to kill Radovid' fic

You can find other parts here and here

Jaskier scrambles out of the bed and places himself in between the Witcher and Radovid. "Geralt," he half whispers, half shouts in panic, eyes wide and glistening. He holds his hands out in front of him as he tries to plead, "Geralt, please."

But the Witcher doesn't move and doesn't lower his sword.

Jaskier is ready to fall to his knees; to do whatever it takes to change Geralt's mind when he hears rustling behind him.

"No!" he chokes out in panic. "No, Radovid, go back!" He blindly stretches his hand out behind him to stop Radovid from approaching.

🥴

I know... I know...

Tagging ppl who might want to read

@alyxmastershipper @robin-not-batman @theresoneicouldcallking @flordefandom @elvensorceress @hippolotamus @panbuckley @the-chiseled-dorito-of-justice @wannastayugly @bringyouruin @shortsighted-owl @g-e-r-a-s-k-i-e-r

[intcritus]

A silver butterfly lands on the tip of his fingers and a smile curves xie lian's lips, an innate fondness for these creatures because that means that his husband is near. The feeling of butterflies flutter in his stomach and he turns to see Hua Cheng, just as he reaches for him. And the god goes willingly, melting into those arms, nuzzling into his chest.

Dangerous he might be to others, but for Xie Lian, he’s nothing if not gentle, reverent in his touch as he cradles him close and oh, he never wants to be from him. Even a few moments is enough to cause heartache. Arms curl around Hua Cheng’s waist, looking up at the Ghost King, a warm grin spreads across the god’s pretty features. There’s no one who can get this close, who can lean up and brush a tender kiss against those lips and run soft fingers against the sharp line of his jaw, drawing him down for another kiss.

Because it’s what he deserves, complete and utter adoration and devotion. Because that’s what Xie Lian will give him every time. Being married to him was the one thing in Xie Lian’s life that he’d walked into with open eyes and heavens, he would do it again with a smile and all the joy in his heart. Oh! That’s right, he’d almost forgotten the flora he’d been in the middle of picking before his husband appeared.

Bringing one hand between them, he showed his husband the handful of flowers he’d picked just for him ! ❝ ━ Aren’t they pretty ? The deep red color reminded me of you, while the ivory and yellows reminded me of, well, me and they fit so well together. ❞ He laughs softly as he gazes down at the flowers, fondly. ❝ ━ Do you like them ? ❞

While Xie Lian knows that most people think it’s silly, Xie Lian has always liked flowers, what they could represent and how it was a thoughtful gesture. Keeping the handful of flowers between them, the god lays his cheek against his husband’s chest, ❝ ━ Maybe you can put them in the gambling den, near your throne, it would look nice there. Oh, or maybe I can make you a flowercrown, and you can wear it ? ❞ Is he using puppy dog eyes to convince Hua Cheng ? Absolutely.

in which the flowercrown martial god wants his husband to like his flowers. / @avaere

[wren-of-the-woods]

Ok ok but generally the elements in tad songs are fascinating. There's such a big water theme (the boats in King, the pirate thing in Not Yet/Love Run, the ocean in Chords, the rain and the river in The Calling,...)

But then we also have a lot of fire (the lighter in Secret Worlds, the New York Torch Song, burning the theaters in Ruin,...)

I don't know where I'm going with this. I don't think I have a point but I just need to scream about the water/fire thing

*Opens Google Doc of all TAD lyrics* LET'S GO

Based on some keyword searches, here are my findings:

Water/Ocean: King, Not Yet, Welly Boots, Battle Cries (briefly -- we sunk into water no creature can know... out of the depths came an army) Chords, Inkpot Gods

Fire: King, New York Torch Song, Wild Blue Yonder, Secret Worlds, The Calling (a little bit, possibly just as a follow-up to Secret Worlds), The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace (at the beginning), Ruin

Air/Sky: King (briefly), Elsa's Song, Two Mintues, The Rockrose and the Thistle, The Calling, Blossoms (briefly)

Land/Earth: Love Run, The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace, Ruin

Plants and animals: King, Elsa's Song, The Rockrose and the Thistle, Secret Worlds, The Calling, Inkpot Gods, Ruin (if you count the birds in the background)

I have no idea what any of this means, but it sure is fascinating!

It just occurred to me that Not Yet is focused on water (sing me awake with a song about pirates) while Love Run is focused on land (let the land come at you love / with all its sand and sin a-singing). It's also interesting that King has such strong associations with both water and fire!

[of-apollo]

ahh hello :)) i saw you are a superstore enjoyer and i was wondering if you’d ever be open to taking requests for the show? thank youuu!!

hi sweets! funnily enough i have been rewatching it recently so it’s fresh on the mind at the minute. i’d definitely take ship requests for it because they’re only like 5ish headcanons!!

as for proper imagines, i think i’d only be willing to write Jonah and maybe Dina at the moment? they’re the only two i’m somewhat confident on as i haven’t written for it before. may be willing to write for others, but would maybe be in headcanon format depending on how it goes :)

[pinkcasket]

im joining the war against cringe culture... on the side of cringe culture

[colourstreakgryffin]

So! I haven’t had my feed of Obanai in a long time! And well, I came up with this random idea out of the blue and wrote it, and now I really like it!

I wanted to write a short story but ah, screw it, headcanons are my stronghold after all

Iguro Obanai with a Fluttershy! Reader

You’re sensitive, meek, very timid and sweet. So how did you bond with Obanai so much to become a couple, when he is the direct opposite of you? It’s a funny story, really

You were interested in Kaburamaru at first. You simply LOVE all types of animals and connect easier with fauna then human beings, so you managed to approach the already scary fellow Hashira to ask about his serpent companion

It went from acquaintances to companionship to friendship then to love, but it took quite some time. Due to the matching closed-off nature you two share. Obanai is afraid of getting hurt again and you’re just too timid

Overtime, you always wanted to be besides him since he made you feel heard, welcome and safe. You clung onto his side everytime the Hashira did get-togethers and though, you didn’t have the gut. You did wanted to be closer

And that closer came to be when you finally managed to blurt out your feelings for him when you invited him over to meet all your cute woodland animal friends at your little homely cottage. Obanai accepted it wholeheartedly and gave you the first kiss you have ever had in your life

Obanai is a very protective boyfriend. You’re a doormat and can’t stand up for yourself, out of your kindness but Obanai happily will and he won’t hold back to make sure you never get stepped on again. You feel like a princess being rescued by her prince, and you love it

Obanai loves your animal friends and he has been trying to learn how to care for them. They make you happy so he will always appreciate whatever makes you happy. He may get a bit jealous over those animals getting affection but they don’t get your love like he does

Obanai has been practicing his flowercrown making skills for you since it is incorporated in his reclusive dates with you. At flower fields, in the forests, at private restaurants. He gifts you with a cute flowercrown each date

Obanai is aware of your social anxiety and he will keep you safe from social situations. You don’t need to speak a word, let him do everything as he holds your hand and kisses it to quell your fear

Obanai, alongside his flowers and flowercrowns, bought you a adorable light pink butterfly-shaped gemstone pendant and you wear it constantly as a sign of your love for your lovely boyfriend. You don’t need material needs from him as you prefer to be in his presence

You help each other in the most perfect ways. Obanai helps boost your confidence and adapt in sociality whilst you help tone down his harshness and bend to becoming a more approachable person. It’s a fair exchange and he truly likes the cute routine you two share

Your cute white bunny pet, Angel is very mean to Obanai but he never snarks back. Your pet is important to you and everything you love will be preserved and protected by him

“Look, Darling. Angel is getting better, he didn’t scratch me as much. Does it make you happy? Yes, that’s my only mission. Make my beautiful love happy. Because she deserves it”

[aphroditelovesu]

The Bloody Viscount - II

— summary: You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?

— gender: yandere, dark!au.

— warnings: obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, kidnapping, angst, fluffy, dub-con (?), possibly smut.

— pairing: yandere!anthony bridgerton x female!reader.

— word count: 1,705.

— tag list: @will-delete-this-later-probably, @cayt0123, @flowercrowns-goodvibes, @czarinera, @remuslupinwifee

— prologue, chapter 1;

Chapter 2

''Viscount Bridgerton was seen dancing with Lady (Y/N) (L/N) at Lady Danbury's ball last night. I have no information on how she had the cunning to attract Lord Bridgerton's attention, yet. He seemed quite enamored with his partner, dare I say. Will we have a Viscountess soon? After all, who better to play the role of viscountess than the diamond of the season?

Chronicles of the Society of Lady Whistledown, April 27, 1813.

''Ah!'' Your mother's scream of happiness was hard to ignore. You were trying to embroider some flowers, but with your mother's constant shouting it was difficult to concentrate.

That's because you were in separate rooms.

''(Y/N)!'' She shouted your name. Sighing, you got up from the couch and placed your unfinished embroidery aside. You smoothed your light blue dress so she wouldn't scold you and went to the dining room.

''Yes, mom?'' You asked as you entered the dining room, where your parents were together. Your father was drinking a cup of tea and your mother had Lady Whistledown's newspaper open.

''Have you read today's Whistledown?''

You shook your head in denial.

''Well then, read it!''

You fight the inner urge to scoff. She always scolded you every time she saw you reading, but you suppressed your words. You sat down on the padded chair and began to read.

What you had read did not please you in the same way it had pleased your mother.

'Isn't this wonderful?'' Your mother looked at your father.

He cleared his throat, ''I suppose.''

She wasn't even listening to his words, ''Our daughter has captivated a viscount! Imagine what this could do for us?'' She rambled.

''Mom...'' You sighed.

''This is perfect! You will be a perfect viscountess.''

You sank into the chair, wanting to hide. She wouldn't listen to you. She never listened. She seemed very happy with the idea of being part of the british aristocracy.

''Lady Whistledown has been writing about you, brother.''

Anthony looked at Benedict who was drinking tea and biscuits. He frowned at him.

''Really?'' Anthony muttered disinterestedly, looking at his gathered family. His mother was sitting on the couch with Hyacinth, Francesca, Gregory and Eloise. Colin and Benedict were beside him.

Damn Whistledown always wrote about him. He just wanted to find out who the damn woman was and choke her.

Until death, preferably.

''Apparently you found your viscountess.'' Benedict teased, sharing a knowing look with Colin.

His mother turned her face towards them the moment the word “Viscountess” left Benedict’s mouth. Anthony mentally cursed him.

Anthony knew who they were talking about and as much as it irritated him, they were telling the truth. He had found his viscountess and was determined to marry her.

Lady (Y/N). She was quite lovely and captivated him in a way no woman ever had. He wanted to make her his wife.

And he would.

''Is it true?'' Colin asked.

Anthony rolled his eyes. Benedict held back a laugh.

''Yes. I'm going to marry Lady (Y/N) (L/N).''

He ignored it when his mother looked at him, curious and shocked. He ignored his brothers' curious looks. All he thought about at that moment was her. Beautiful and wonderful, dressed in white at an altar.

All perfect for him. Perfect for him to ruin.

The park was beautiful and full, as always. Looking around, you saw several debutantes and suitors, with their mothers at their heels. You liked Hyde Park, it was a beautiful and comfortable place.

Well, it tends to be when your mother isn't on your heels.

You loved her. You really loved her. But sometimes you wish you didn't depend on her, that you didn't have to deal with all of this. It's suffocating.

And hearing her talk about the viscount didn't make you excited. And you didn't even like it. He was an attractive man and your dance at Lady Danbury's ball was something special.

You admitted all of this, but...

But you knew how to handle it right. You didn't even know if he was really interested in you. You knew his reputation, how he was a libertine and that didn't make you comfortable at all.

You would like to marry for love, or at least to a gentleman who did not have such a reputation as the viscount possessed. It was unlikely to happen, but you couldn't give up hope.

Sighing, you looked around.

You and your mother were sitting on a picnic blanket spread out on the lush green lawn of Hyde Park. You were sitting between some pillows that had been placed and drinking a glass of lemonade.

Near you were the Featherington's. You waved at Penelope when she looked at you and, seemingly embarrassed, she smiled and waved back.

"So, she said- (Y/N)!" You turned your scared head to your mother, "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"

No, you weren't.

"I'm sorry mom."

She rolled her eyes, "As I was saying..." You didn't even bother to listen to her. You looked over at the Featherington's and saw Miss Eloise Bridgerton talking to Penelope.

You didn't pay much attention.

Until you heard that voice. That damn voice that haunted your dreams last night.

"Lady (Y/N) (L/N)."

You stood up quickly, smoothing down your dress. You gave a small curtsy, "Lord Bridgerton."

He looked impeccable as always. You couldn’t help but blush at the intensity of his gaze on you. You felt your body tremble a little when he took your hand and kissed your right hand, gently and kind.

"Lord Bridgerton!" Your mother quickly stood up and greeted him.

"Lady (Y/M) (L/N)." Anthony took your mother's gloved hand and gave it a polite kiss.

"It's a pleasure to see you here."

"My mother insisted that I accompany her." He replied.

"Oh, is Lady Violet here?"

Anthony nodded, "She's right there." He pointed out to his mother that he was talking to Lady Danbury.

"I see." Your mother muttered, looking at the two women vehemently.

"I would like to ask your permission to walk with Lady (Y/N)." You choked on his words.

Your mother's eyes perked up.

"Of course. (Y/N) would love to walk a bit."

You mentally rolled your eyes. But your mother's reprimanding look made you stiff.

Anthony reached his arm out to you and without much of a choice, you hooked his arm with yours.

You tried to ignore the shiver the contact brought you.

With your mother in the behind, you and the viscount began walking through the park in silence at first.

"Does my presence make you uncomfortable?" He asked suddenly.

You shook your head quickly.

"No. It's not that. I just... I get lost in my thoughts sometimes." Your words were not lies.

"Good." That's all he said.

You kept your attention on the flowers and trees in front of you. All very beautiful, well-groomed and full of life.

"It's very beautiful, isn't it?" You murmured to a small bed of roses.

Anthony followed your gaze and nodded.

"Do you like flowers?" You knew it was probably a silly question to ask a man, but you didn't care.

Anything was better than the silence that had become uncomfortable.

"I have nothing against them." You laughed a little. He smiled and continued, "But I think hyacinths are beautiful."

"They are."

Anthony let go of your hand and went to a white rose bush, he picked up the flower and removed its thorns. You looked at him confused, until he handed you the rose.

You felt your heart speed up at such a gesture. It was the first time you received flowers from someone and you never realized how much you wanted flowers until you received them.

"T-Thank you, Lord Bridgerton."

"Lady (Y/N)." He took on a serious tone and you were alarmed, "You can call me Anthony."

"That wouldn't be appropriate..."

When he approached you and touched your free hand, your breathing became heavy. This was wrong. You shouldn't be this close.

"I think I've made my intentions pretty clear." He whispered, looking straight into your eyes. "I believe I've made it clear that I want to court you."

You couldn't respond.

"I want you to call me Anthony..." He murmured, his breath very close to your face, "Because I want to become your husband."

You weren’t sure if you could breathe.

''I...'' You swallowed, pulling away a little.

Anthony frowned but didn't protest.

You coughed and squeezed the rose a little tighter.

"I think we need to go back."

He watched you like a predator watched its prey. He remained silent for a few minutes before nodding.

"Of course. It's getting late." He offered you his arm and you took it.

The walk back to where your mothers were was silent and under the watchful eyes of other people.

You just wanted to lie down and not have to deal with the interrogation your mother would do later.

Anthony couldn't sleep.

He tried and tried. He changed position several times, but sleep never came.

His mind was stuck on you.

How he had touched you. Even though it wasn't a direct touch, due to the glove you were wearing, he still thought.

He thought about what it would be like to slip on that glove and feel your skin against his.

Anthony tried to fight the feelings, the desires that were growing but he couldn't. All he found himself thinking about was kissing you, tasting your skin and touching you in places you had never been touched.

So pure. So inocent. So virginal.

His. His perfect diamond.

It was these thoughts that brought him to climax in the silent and lonely night in his room.

He caressed himself thinking about what you would look like under those dresses, the expressions you would make when he was inside you. How you would moan his name when you reached your own climax.

It was these thoughts, these mental images that caused him to moan your name like a prayer as he released himself into his hand, making it dirty.

Anthony closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

He needed to marry you soon.

— lady l: What did you think of the chapter? I hope you liked it, I'm sorry for the delay and any errors there were! Feel free to give me your feeback. Drink water and I love you you all! ❤️

[kining-the-evil]

oooh dark!Wilson giving you drugged valentine’s day chocolates?

Sweet Tooth

Summary: it’s Valentine’s Day and James knows you have a sweet tooth

Warnings: dark fic, Yandere!james Wilson, drugging, kidnapping, slight noncon, talks of date rapes, house is aware of what’s going on, and encourages him, James thinks about assaulting reader but decides against it

House md taglist: @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @flowercrowns-goodvibes

House md masterlist. Other masterlists

“Chocolates? Really? Are you in college?” James sighed as he set the small heart shaped box of candy onto his desk. He’d been hoping to get the chocolate into his desk before house found him, but of course he wasn’t lucky enough for that.

“Congratulations, you caught me. Can we get the teasing out of the way now?” James pulled his coat off as he looked over at House.

“I just want to know who the poor sap you fell for this time, wife number four?” Wilson rolled his eyes while looking at the files that had been left on his desk since he left last night. House walked over and started to lift the lid, causing Wilson to drop the file and immediately reach for the box.

“Don’t!”

House raised an eyebrow at the man. “I was just going to look-“

“Don’t.” Wilson snapped as he grabbed the box from House. “I-I don’t want you to eat any of it.”

“What? Did you poison it or something?” House attempted to joke, but when Wilson tensed up slightly his eyes widened. “Are you roofying someone?”

“I’m not roofying anyone! Don’t say that.” Wilson snapped, glancing over to the door.

“You are. I guess it’s more of college than high school then. Who are they for?”

“These aren’t drugged-“

“You’re really going to lie to me about this?” The two men stood in silence for a moment until Wilson let out a small sigh. “That’s what I thought, who are they for?”

“Y/n.”

“…Who?”

“Dr. L/n!” Wilson snapped, annoyed.

“The pediatrician?”

“She’s an oncologist,”

“But for kids.” House pointed out.

“Believe it or not, kids can get cancer!” Wilson was getting more aggravated as the conversation went on.

“Hey, I’m not the one planing on drugging my employee, although maybe I should? Chase is a looker.”

“I’m not- it isn’t-“ Wilson struggled to come up with anything, at a loss for words.

“At least you’re taking some initiative in your life, but don’t do it on hospital grounds, something tells me Cuddy won’t approve.” House told him before walking out of the room.

•••••••••••••••••••••

You have a small smile as you left the young girls hospital room, a box of valentines in your hands. You made it a habit to bring them to all of the kids who were in the hospital to help brighten their mood.

“Dr. L/n, Dr. Wilson wanted to see you.” A nurse told you while walking past. You gave a small nod as you took a deep breath. Your boss was an odd man, he was a great doctor and got along with everyone but when he was around you he got cold and distant. You never could figure out why, but you eventually gave up on impressing your boss. As long as it didn’t affect your work you guess it wouldn’t matter.

I’m nice you got to Wilson’s office you knocked on the door and once you got the okay you pushed the door open. “Dr. Wilson? You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, come in and shut the door.” You walked in, noticing how dark it was once the door shut. The blinds were pulled and only about half the lights were on, how he got anything done like this you’d never know. You needed complete light when filling out paperwork and stuff.

You stood in front of his desk for a moment, neither of you saying anything. You shifted from foot to foot as you waited for whatever he needed, but he didn’t say anything, just sat looking at you. “Um…was there something you needed?”

“Oh! Yes, sorry. I- I needed you to fill out some…discharge papers.” He held a file out for you to take. You couldn’t help the frown on your face as you took the file. Why would he need you to come here to get these? A nurse could have easily brought it to you to sign.

“Yeah, I’ll get this done for you. Was there anything else.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Wilson quickly shook his head. You watched him for a moment before nodding yourself.

“Okay. Have a good day,” you started towards the door but the moment you touched the doorknob he said your name, making you turn back around.

“There actually was something else.”

“Oh, okay?” You stood waiting for a moment as he fumbled in his dead for a moment. Every second of silence made you more and more uncomfortable, and by the time he seemed to find what he was looking for you were ready to get out of that office as fast as you could.

“So I um… I got this for you.” Your heart sank as Wilson pulled out a heart box that you assumed was chocolate. Why was he giving you this? Did he really…?

“Oh… um, thank you.” You force a smile onto your face as you walk back to his desk. You had never felt more uncomfortable then when you took the box from your boss. It wasn’t just the authority he held over you, but you knew Wilson’s reputation. Three wife’s and multiple girlfriends, all of whom left him in a dramatic way. You did not want to be another name on that list.

Wilson stared at you as you stood there, and unsure of what else to do you opened the box and popped a piece of the chocolate into your mouth. There was nothing special about the chocolate, it was your average cheep chocolate with an odd bitter aftertaste. “It’s good, thank you.” You said once again, watching as Wilson smiled slightly, but he still seemed tenses.

“I’m glad you like it.” He stood up and walked over to where you were. “I wasn’t sure what kind you liked.” You nodded slightly, but it cause the room to spin slightly. You reached an arm out to try and stabilize yourself which led to you just grabbing onto Wilson.

“Shit…” Wilson cursed as he led you over to the couch in the room and you practically collapsed onto the bed. Your head felt foggy and the room continued to spin.

“What’s….”

“I didn’t think you’d eat one now.” Wilson rushed out, just confusing you more. “I figured after work- I thought I had more time.” The room started to get dark and Wilson noticed, quickly bending down to look at your face. “I’m sorry, just… just sleep. Everything will be okay.” His lips continued to move but you couldn’t hear what he said as you slipped into unconsciousness.

•••••••••••••••

Wilson took a step away from the bed, looking over his work. You were laid out on the bed, stripped out of your work clothes as he had to leave them behind when taking you back to his house. Your arms were tied up above your head and you were still knocked out. He wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, but he kept checking to make sure you were still alive.

He couldn’t help his eyes from looking over your body, your legs slightly crossed over each other, causing the shorts he had found in your work back riding up significantly. When changing your clothes he’d been too panicked to think about what he was seeing, but now seeing all of the exposed skin caused him to harden in his slacks.

He took a step forward, very gently running his fingers over the exposed skin on your stomach from the table top riding up. He ran his fingers down your hip and to your inner thigh, and a thought to go further ran through his head. You were so complicit, sound asleep, it would be like it never happened-

He yanked his hand away, taking multiple steps back. No, he wouldn’t go that far. He wouldn’t stoop that low as to harm you. He couldn’t. As he reprimanded himself he missed the sound of his door being opened or a person walking through the house.

“You know, you don’t have to tie her down when she’s unconscious.”

Wilson jumped as he turned to see house in the doorway to the room. For a second, Wilson thought he should try and cover you, but there was no point. House knew you were here, nothing was going to change that.

“Until she wakes up.”

“Then you pretend she agreed to the night.”

“I’m not fucking her like this.” Wilson quickly snapped. “It was just…a means of getting her here.”

House looked between them before rolling his eyes. “You think you’re in love with her?”

“I am!” Wilson snapped before lowering his voice. “What does it matter to you?”

“You did kidnap a girl.”

“Are you going to report me?” Wilson stared at house for a second, the other man saying nothing. “Exactly, you don’t have to see her anyways. I’m just-“

“You don’t have to sugar coat it, you kidnapped a girl, that’s that. Just don’t ask me to help out when you fail. I’ll visit you in jail.” As House finished Wilson saw you move slightly.

“She’s waking up, you need to leave.”

“Why? You don’t think she wants a welcome to your kidnappers home party?”

“I’m serious, this is important. Get out.” Wilson ushered house out before locking the door. He leaned against it slightly, taking a breath before heading back into the room to greet you, grabbing a at to ensure you stayed quiet.

[sixty-silver-wishes]

everyone shut up this is ACTUALLY what fans of different composers are like

Mahlerians are PROUD TO BE ABSOLUTELY INSUFFERABLE DRAMA QUEENS, THE LIKES OF WHICH EVEN THE WAGNER CULT COULD NEVER SO MUCH AS ASPIRE TO BE. WE ARE ONE WITH THE UNYIELDING EBB AND FLOW OF THE BOUNDLESS UNIVERSE, DAMN IT ALL!

Shostakovich fans are like Mahler fans except they actually understand what sarcasm is. We also all really like the Muppets for some reason. Most of us own cats and likely have at least one mental illness.

Liszt fans are either tweenagers who love anime or salty old pianists who know a disturbing amount about music theory. These two factions are constantly at war.

Copland fans are either very, very far right or very, very far left. Either way, neither side actually listens to all of Copland's repertoire.

Tchaikovsky fans are either Russian grandmas or LGBT orchestra kids on Tiktok. Either those or the one noob who heard there were cannons once.

Wagner fans. Yes, there are the cringey neo-Nazi Wagnerians, but anti-Nazi Wagnerians are a whole new level of chaotic good. They spend their time dreaming up the most disastrous, chaotic Ring productions possible, with the sole purpose of making Richard Wagner's entire family simultaneously spin in their graves. They take "death of the author" to a whole new level and constantly run on nothing but 100% pure spite. You want a Wagnerian who would beat up Wagner in a Denny's parking lot on your side.

Prokofiev fans will unironically say "ackshually...". That's it.

Dvorak fans are homeschool kids. They're either soul-crushingly innocent or devastatingly horny.

Sousa fans are just high school band directors who try to convince themselves they like Sousa to get through the semester.

Joplin fans constantly argue over whether Joplin's music should be played twice as quickly or twice as slowly than it's actually written. Also sick of hearing about Janis.

Chopin fans are exactly like Liszt fans, except there are 20% more "uwu softboi flowercrown" edits of Chopin than Liszt floating around on Instagram and Tumblr.

Holst fans will drag you into an alleyway and beat you up with their bare hands if you so much as mention The Planets.

Bernstein fans are either horny theatre kids or communists, but it's more likely they're both at once. They are very opinionated about recordings, and express their approval of the ones they like by gyrating excessively to them. If you put a Bernstein fan, a Mahler fan, and a Shostakovich fan in one room, they will either topple a national government or have a threesome.

Ravel fans are inherently Wes Anderson fans. You can be friends with one for years without knowing a single thing about their personality.

Schoenberg fans are like Mahlerians but with worse memes.

Brahms fans are... I have never met a Brahms fan. I'm sure they exist, but I'm pretty sure my own taste in music scares them off.

Paganini fans are almost always TwoSet kids, particularly the ones who try to convince people that "classical music isn't boring because it's basically metal." If you tell them Paganini played viola, they will spontaneously combust.

Rachmaninov fans are ultimately really chill, but are often socially awkward. If you ask a Rachmaninov fan "how are you?", they will most likely respond with "you too."

Schumann fans are Mahlerians on medication.

Stravinsky fans think they're chaotic and unhinged and listen to the most obscure underground shit, but in all actuality they just decided to enter their edgy phase after a lifetime of being sheltered and forced to listen to nothing but Handel by their parents. Possibly homeschooled.

Ysaye fans are like Paganini fans, except they're depressed graduate music students with permanent calluses on their fingers.

Debussy fans go to art school, decide they don't like art school, but have been doing art school too long to turn back, so they can't get out of art school. They may be high on weed at any given moment.

Satie fans are just possessed vessels of Erik Satie. Death cannot hinder Erik Satie. Erik Satie will return to this mortal plane. Search your feelings. You are already Erik Satie.

[angeart]

hhau + summer arc grian + flowercrowns? yes

[rafaslittleboy]

a hand to hold mine

pairing: sonny carisi/little sister!reader

description: sonny’s baby sister is a victim of a hostage situation. things come to light, and sonny considers what you are to him.

rating: dead dove don’t eat, dark fic, taboo fic. incest relationship between older brother and (legal) little sister. reader is taken hostage and sonny makes everything all better. hospital sex. bio brother/sister porn. fingering, clit rubbing, orgasms, loss of virginity, unprotected p-in-v sex, some dirty incest talk. (if I missed any out, let me know!)

if you’re sensitive, don’t read!

dc: @flowercrowns-goodvibes bc she wanted it sooooooo badly

When Carisi got the call that a girl, between the age of eighteen and twenty-two, had been caught in a hostage situation, Amanda had told him to come down immediately.

As an ADA, he barely got to go to hostage situations. But the perpetrator? He asked for Carisi specifically.

Someone he had crossed back in his detective days, by the looks of it.

As soon as Dominick arrived, he was given a bullet proof vest and Amanda filled him in on the situation.

Man, in his late thirties, has a record for pedophillia and murder, was let out on good behaviour only two weeks prior. His name was David Ortez—and Sonny was the undercover cop that built a case against him and put him away.

“it’s your sister, Sonny.” Amanda told him, sympathy in her tone.

“My… my sista’?”

What one? Was the question. He had four sisters, Bella, Theresa, Gina—and the baby sister, you. Just started college, your whole life ahead of you.

Amanda said your name and suddenly Carisi felt light headed. Bile rising in his throat.

“How long has she been in there?” He said, and he could barely hear himself.

“Almost an hour, listen… he’s done a number on her. He phoned nine-one-one every time he hurt her.”

Sonny clenched his fist. David Ortez was a disgusting man. When Sonny was undercover, that man told him in detail about the things he watched, things he done to his kids, his nieces and nephews. Things that made him sick then and made him sick now. And now he had you, his little sister, of all people.

“He’s phoning again.” Olivia raised her finger for everyone in the trailer to stop talking. She answered the phone.

“David?”

“Miss. Benson… it’s been a long time since we last spoke. How’ve you been? How’s Noah?”

David smiled into his phone. He watched through a blind spot in the window, watched how the building he was in was barricaded by armed police. Kept his eyes on the white trailer dead centre of the road.

“What do you want, David?” She spoke.

“I want to speak to Carisi.”

Sonny took the phone from Olivia’s hand despite her orders for him to stay quiet. He wasn’t a detective anymore, she said, you’re an ADA.

“I’m here.”

“Dominick.” The man smiled into the phone. “Got your baby sister here, she was stupid enough to help a poor… injured man.”

The way you became his hostage in the first place was because he had came up to you after your class, faking a stabbing. Spending the last two weeks stalking you, understanding your routine and schedule—and he got you at the right time. As soon as David got you into a room, he pistol whipped you and kicked you in your side to keep you down.

“She’s got a kind heart,” Sonny said, “how ‘bout you just let ‘er go? Huh? This is ‘tween you n’ me.”

“No can do, Dominick. Think I might keep her, actually. Take her abroad, get her pregnant, start a family with her. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

David traced the gun up your temple, smirking down at you.

He had your hands tied behind your back and has you sat against the wall below the window. A strip of duct tape over your mouth.

And David had beat you well. Bruising littering your body, your nose bleeding and a gash in your forehead and eyebrow dripping blood down your face.

“No way in hell.” Carisi growled at the David.

“Am I on speaker phone?”

“Yes.”

“Take me off. Unless you want your squad to learn some real shitty stuff about you.”

Sonny looked around, Olivia, Amanda, Joe and everyone else who was in the trailer was looking at him.

Olivia gave him a nod of permission, and Sonny pressed the button on the phone. It was just Sonny and David now.

“Good. Don’t think I don’t remember what you told me. What I made you do.”

To gain David’s trust while Sonny was undercover, he had to befriend David. And David was paranoid, it took months for David to trust him.

“One thing,” David said.

“Anythin’” Sonny replied.

“Prove what you did to her. Your little sister? You told me you raped her since she was four. Looked through your wallet and you have a photo of her.”

“What about her?”

“Want you to jerk over her. Now.” And David passed Sonny the picture of you as a little girl. Sonny kept it in his wallet for a reason to keep going, to keep doing what he was doing.

Sonny held the picture between his fingers and he looked down at the picture of you. He swallowed, hard and looked at David and nervously smiled, “C’mon… I’m past that now.”

“I’m not giving you a choice.”

The picture was placed back in his wallet ten minutes later, stained with his milky cum.

Sonny hears you yelp, and he can’t imagine what David is doing to you. “Don’t touch her.”

“Why? Give me a reason not to rape her right now, Dominick.”

“She… she—I ain’t ever… done what I said I did. To her. I was undercover, had to learn more about ya.”

“Obviously. This little girl adores you; fairly obvious you didn’t do a thing you said you did.” And he tugs on your hair.

“You put me away, Dominick. Worked your way into my head and put me back in prison. Do you know what they did to me in there? Do you?!”

David yelled down the phone.

“David… I’m sorry, if it were up’ta me, it would’ve never of happened.”

“But that’s the thing, Dominick. You had a choice. And now, so do I. Life is all about making the right choices.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as the barrel of the gun stared back at you. Your breathing got worse.

“Theres two ways this can go. Put me back on speaker phone.”

Sonny done as he was told. Immediately.

“Option one: I shoot the little girl and then myself. You never get to see her again. You never get closure.”

David pauses. Sonny’s palms are sweaty. His heart beating out of his chest.

“Option two: You get me a car, you get me a million dollars and I take your little sister anywhere I want. And I promise you. I’ll keep her alive.”

Both options take you away from your brother. Away from your family, friends—the life you built.

“I’ll give you ten minutes to decide. And if you don’t? Well…” David took the safety off the pistol. “I’ll decide for you. Times ticking, Dominick Carisi.”

Then the line went dead.

Sonny threw the phone on the desk and wiped a hand down his face.

“I’ll get a car,” Olivia told him. “We have two Snipers are already aimed at the door, Sonny, don’t worry. We’ll get him.”

If only Sonny could believe that. He’s seen how some of these things go. How there’s no happy endings.

“It’s option two; we get a car, lure him out and shoot him dead.”

“Nah, no.” Sonny put a hand on his hips. “Could hurt her. I ain’t gonna hurt my lil’ sister.”

“Sonny, hurting her is the least of our problems. We want her alive, and we want her out. Now. This way, we get her out and she’ll be alive and she’ll be safe.”

Sonny bit his lip. Amanda was right. This was the only option they had to take. The only option Sonny could agree to.

“Call him back. We have a car on the way.” Olivia told him.

And sonny picked up the phone and dialled David back. David picked up within the first ring.

“Dominick. Your choice?”

“Two. I have a car on the way, we have your money. I know you, David, you… you stick to your word. I know you’ll take care’a my sister.”

“Good choice, Carisi. Knew you’d come to your senses. Hey, I’ll send you a postcard when she births my children. Don’t get too jealous.”

David watches as a black Jeep pulls up outside the barricade and how the police move around it, to give him space. “My money in that car, Carisi?”

There was no money. The objective out of this situation was to shoot David point blank.

“Yes,” Sonny replied. “It’s all in there. In a bag. Untraceable. The car’s untraceable, too.”

“Wow,” David smiled, “Really doing everything to protect your sister, eh? Do you remember when I made you look at a picture of her, made you jerk your cock over her?”

The phone was on speaker. Everyone could hear what David was saying.

“No.” Sonny swallowed. “I don’t.”

He does. It crosses his mind frequently.

“I do. I don’t blame you.” David lowers the phone to you, “Hey, sweetheart. You wanna say goodbye to your big brother?”

“S—sonny—“ you sob. And it’s the first time he’s heard your voice in months. He regrets leaving your text messages on delivered or read, he regrets not reaching out to you, calling you.

“Hey, doll,” he panics, he brings the phone to his ear. “You’re gonna be okay, doll, my little angel.”

“Of course she is, she’s gonna be my wife.”

David grabs your arm and pulls you up. “Bye, Carisi.” And he hangs up.

David brushes off your shoulder and smiled wickedly at you. “It’s just you and me now, little one. Your brother gave us his blessing.”

You start crying again. Closing your eyes just so you don’t have to look at this horrible man. In your little mind, he’s won. He’s going to take you god knows where and you’ll never get to see anyone you love again. You’ll never get to see your mom, your dad, your older sisters—your big brother.

He’s always been a busy man. Recently, after he came an ADA, he hadn’t had any time for you. It hurt you, but you were a big girl—you could understand that sometimes his job had to come first.

David ripped the duct tape from your mouth and tapped your bruised and cut cheek.

“Oh, don’t cry, baby.” David cooed, “it’ll all be fine soon enough. come on, start walking.”

David shoved you forward and put the gun at your spine. It was enough for you to do as you’re told. You walked, but you couldn’t feel yourself walk. It was as if you were floating.

David opened the door and the sun blinded you, your eyes flinched at the bright light.

Inside the trailer, Amanda was staring at the computer screen. “We have eyes.” Amanda yelled and Sonny didn’t waste any time and pushed past Olivia to leave the trailer.

He saw you, oh god, he saw you. You were there, alive. Breathing. His beautiful little sister.

“I want a clear pathway!” David yelled, “or the kid dies!”

Sonny was so close. He felt sick.

Sonny thought about how you grew up with him as your role model. He was in his late twenties when you were born, and his ma’ and dad were too busy with work so they handed you off to him. He raised you when they weren’t able to. His life with you flashed through his mind, like it was his last minutes with you. How you grew up to be a pretty little girl. How he isn’t so different from some of these men he puts away.

It’s a thought that he pushes to the back of his mind. A disgusting part of him that only comes out at night.

A part of him that wanted his little sister. And David knew that fact.

David walked down the steps with the gun to your temple. “Your brother is right there, front row seat. You wanna know that he’s real jealous of me right now. He knows that I’m going to fuck you real good, fill you up with my babies. He wants it to be him instead.”

You couldn’t see your brother—wherever he was. You couldn’t see anything. Your eyesight was blurry with tears.

David moves from behind you and walks in front, approaching the jeep.

Not even a second later, a loud gunshot rings out in the air. The bad man slumped to the ground in front of you. Your face splattered with his brains and blood, eyes squeezed shut.

Time went so fast, your ears rang.

Sonny shouted your name as he pushed heavy armed police out of the way and into the barricaded zone, where you were.

You felt arms wrap tightly around you, smooshing you against a broad chest. You recognise the feeling, the safeness of his arms. It was your big brother.

“Sonny,” your voice cracked as he held you tight, he breathed you in. You were here, you were alive, breathing. Hugging him tight to your body.

“S’okay, doll, m’right here.”

His hand cupped the back of your head and started to guide you into the police car just a few feet back. Blood on your face wasn’t a good look, the fear in your eyes made his heart hurt.

His little sister, a little girl he watched grow up, had a gun to her head because he put a rapist—murderer away a few years ago, and he got out early. It was all his fault.

The EMTS came over and tore you from his grasp, telling you that you’re going with them.

“I’m ridin’ with her,” Sonny tells them, “I need’a make sure she’s okay.”

“Okay, Counsellor.” They agreed. “We’ll let the other detectives know.”

———

You had passed out in the ambulance on the way to the hospital and the paramedics had to reassure him that you were okay, that your body probably just had to relax—so it forced itself to sleep.

It didn’t give him the peace of mind they hoped.

You were asleep for around six hours and Sonny didn’t leave your side once. The second you woke up, he sat up and held your hand to his chest.

“Hey—hey,” he weakly smiled, his hand extended and hesitated to touch your hair. “You okay?”

You coughed and looked around the room you were in. “How… did I get here?”

“Ambulance brought ya here, doll, ya passed out just after you sat down.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I just… I was so scared. He… he said he’d shoot me, or he… he’d gut me. He said it all depended on your answers.”

Sonny tears up, and it stings his blue eyes.

“Oh, doll…” Sonny sat forward and kissed your forehead, lingering so you wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes. “M’so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You tried to make him feel better, it wasn’t all the time you got to see him emotional.

“It is,” he says and he kisses your forehead repeatedly, “it is—my stupid work, brought ya into this.” and he holds you close, closing his blue eyes tight.

“i love you, sonny” you hiccup.

It was his emotional and vulnerability caused your own emotions to topple over, and you sobbed. Being in his arms, being with him, grounded you and made you understand that you were alive. You were safe. Your big brother saved you.

“I… “ and he doesn’t think, he just leans his chin forward and captures your lips in a soft, timid kiss.

A way a big brother should never kiss his little sister.

But he does it anyway. His big hand on your cheek keeping you close. Your eyes closed, any negative thought you had in your head disappeared as fast as they were thought.

“Was… “ Sonny swallowed, “was that okay?” he says below a whisper. Your eyes slowly open—your lips tingle with the aftermath of him giving you your first ever kiss.

You nod.

“Can… you kiss me again?”

Sonny didn’t expect you to ask for a kiss. He expected you to… well, do something else. Scream, yell, tell him to get out and that you’ll tell your parents. But no, you wanted him to kiss you again.

Sonny chuckled, then tilted his head to kiss you again. This time, with just a little more pressure than his previous feathery kiss. His hand came to cup the back of your head and press your lips harder into his.

As the kiss deepened and got more hot, he licked on the seam of your lips, opening your mouth to him. Taking advantage of your gasp, (obviously you had no idea that that was how real kissing started).

“what if a nurse comes in?” you say, breaking the kiss briefly. Your lips were swollen, breath uneven. Eyes blown.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, babygirl.”

You felt his hands roam up and down your arm slowly, the arm that wasn’t hooked up to machines, that was. He leaned in to kiss you again, humming into your mouth as his slender hand dipped further and further down your arm and onto your thigh.

Sonny’s fingers touch your pussy tenderly outside of your little pink panties, his thumb twirling the little purple bow. Your soft moans as he kissed you just egged him on.

You broke the kiss briefly when you felt his finger slip into the waistband and slowly pulled your panties to the side, the cool air of the poorly conditioned hospital room hitting your hot pussy.

“‘M gonna touch it now, doll.” He whispered against your lips, and you barely had a second before the pad of his middle finger drifted upwards from your slick hole to your clit and he rubbed in slow, big circles.

“oh…” and your brows furred together.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t touched yourself before, it was that no one had ever touched you before. It felt weird—and the wrongness and guilt of the person who was the first to touch you being your older brother was still deep in your tummy.

“You okay?” Sonny says softly. He knows he’s pushing his luck, kissing you after a traumatic experience and now he’s touching you inappropriately. Testing the waters on just how much you’d take what he’d give you.

You could barely nod, barely speak. “f—fine,”

“Feels good?”

And he puts just a little more pressure on your clit and watched how your knees parted open subconsciously.

“yeah,” you breathe.

He couldn’t miss how your eyes couldn’t stop watching from his hand moving between your legs.

Sonny’s eyes are fixed both on your face, how your face contorts to each repeat pleasure of the circles he drew on your clit. And how your hips roll ever so slightly on his finger.

His finger slipped in—and that’s one thing you hadn’t done to yourself. Your fingers had always been too short to reach anywhere. But Dominick’s fingers were long, and just one of them sliding inside you and crooking just enough to press down on something that made you whine what was meant to be his name.

“oh my god—“ you choke. And it’s too much too soon, the way his fingers leave your pussy and push back in and curl has your breathing quicken.

You don’t think—you turn your head and kiss him. Your mind so clouded with lust that you just knew you had to have his tongue in your mouth.

Making out with him sloppily as he speeds up his fingers inside you. The obscene sound of squelching filled the room and Sonny and yourself’s laboured breaths.

“Feels—“ you try but words fail you, “feels—“

“like ya gonna cum on ya big brothers fingers?” Sonny answers for you. He can feel your walls tighten on his fingers, feel how wet you have his hand and dampening the flimsy hospital sheets beneath you just by a simple finger-fuck.

You bite your lip and clench your fists, the orgasm building and building and building—until it burst, and you were cumming, hard, on your brother’s fingers. Squeezing and clamping down those two fingers that were still moving inside you. You moaned your older brother’s name, reaching down to clasp your weak hand over his wrist, puffing out of a breath.

“T—too much.”

Sonny smiles at you, “Doll, ya pussy just keeps tryna suck my fingers back in ya.” And he curls his fingers again and your knees cross, touching each other and thighs clamping down on his hand.

“Could make ya cum again, if ya want. See how you’d take three fingers.”

God, you didn’t know if you could take three of his fingers. His fingers were so long.

“Or… I could give ya my cock instead. Got me real hard after that little show, doll.”

Your mind was fuzzy.

“Please.”

And he smirked, withdrew his fingers from inside you and lifted his knee so he got onto the bed with you. On his knees above you, and he slowly undone his belt and pulled it through the loops.

All he had to do was pull down his fly and pull his cock out.

It wasn’t the first time you had seen Sonny’s cock, having to share a bathroom and your bedrooms across from one another. You had a fair amount of times of walking in on him changing, or in the showering, or pissing into the toilet bowl—only once while he was stroking his cock in the dark, you didn’t see it, but you saw the motions of his hand twisting around his hidden cock.

But you saw it now, hard and poking out from his fly just for you.

“can i… can i touch it?”

And Sonny glances at you, “Course,” and lifts your wrist so your hand replaces his. He bites back a groan but not even a second later it comes out when he feels your small, warm hand softly squeeze his hard cock.

“Jus’ like that, doll.”

You do it again, then you try and copy his previous hand movements by slowly stroking up and down his cock. Getting yourself used to the weird feeling. It looked like hard stone, but in your hand it felt squishy and stiff.

“Is… i think… your… thing… is crying,” you tell him

“Huh?” Sonny peaks open an eye and looks down. The red tip of his cock has a bead of pre-cum that’s threatening to spill out.

“Oh, doll. That ain’t my cock cryin’, means ya makin’ me feel real good.”

You smile slightly, “I like making you feel good, Donmy.”

Oh, god. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. But the things you done to him just by existing, being innocent, inexperienced. It made him hotter just thinking about how in that hospital room, he had been your first’s.

Sonny needed more. Craved more of you.

He softly wrapped his hand around your own that was still lazily pumping his cock. “M’gonna put it in ya,”

You looked up at him, and then at his cock. Oh, right, he wanted to put it in you. How could you even be surprised? The little videos you watched, the man always put his penis inside the girl. Now it was going to happen to you, a deep pit of nervousness settled in your tummy.

You wondered if you told him right now that you had never had sex, would he shy away? Leave you alone and never speak of it again?

Your rolling negative thoughts were stopped briefly when sonny shifted back and pushed up your hospital gown just over your hips. Your baby sister pussy on display for him. Wet and swollen from the orgasm he so generously gave you.

“That’s a good fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen one,” Sonny licks his bottom lip and dipped his hand down just to touch it again. His cock twitched as he inserted a finger again, so tight just around one finger—he couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock.

He quickly took his finger out and wiped your slick on his cock, along with a glob of his own spit. He knew he didn’t need any more lube, you were wet—so fucking wet for him. He loved, in particularly, your little button clit that was already puffy with arousal.

Your older brother had seen your pussy a few times growing up, when he had washed you, or helped you get changed. He was even there when you first started to experiment with touching yourself. He was only trying to give you your freshly clean clothes, but he stopped by the barely open door and was able to see just enough on how you unskillfully tried to rub your clit with one fingertip before giving up due to over sensitivity. The imagine was burned into his head, but he wasn’t complaining.

The tip of his bare cock bumped against said clit and you moaned, hips intuitively raising. Your pussy craved him—his cock—with the need to be filled.

It happened too quickly, Sonny angled his hips just right and pushed lightly against your hole. The feeling of a bulbous tip pressing against you was so good, hell, he watched as your pussy let out yet another streak of wet arousal.

But the second he started to push his hips forward had your heart in your mouth. “Sonny I… I’ve not—“

“‘know, doll,” is all he said back.

Dominick knew full well that he could get in a lot of trouble for this. Detective turned Assistant District Attorney, he knew quite literally all the laws in New York. This was against quite a lot of them. But it didn’t stop him.

He dipped his head to kiss you, swallowing your sounds.

There was no going back when the tip of his cock disappeared inside your virgin pussy. Popping the cervix open, claiming your virginity for himself. Your big brother’s head snapped up to look at your face when you let out a hissed moan due to the fact that his cock broke your hymen.

“You okay?” He breathed.

“Uh huh,” you moan, “it just… hurts a little.”

Sonny was happy he had got you as wet as you were, he couldn’t handle the thought of hurting you. Not unless you asked for it, that was.

Your pussy was so inviting, clenching so tightly around the thick mushroom head of his cock, trying to suck him in until there was nothing else left of him.

“Can I move, kid? Stuff you full’a me?”

And you nodded, “uh huh,”

Sonny bit at your lips, “Gonna need ya to use ya words, can ya do that? Speak up for ya big brother?”

Your walls throbbed, you needed him to fuck you. You needed him to hold you down and pound his cock inside you until it left you paralysed. Your body craved him, his hands and lips and everything about your brother.

And he pushes forward and you can’t stop the whine that escapes your throat, head tipping back only slightly against the hospital pillow as your pussy walls stretched to accommodate the foreign cock—your legs spread wider and Sonny immediately got comfortable.

“God, doll—fuck—“ and he slides right inside you, until the fabric of his dress pants settled against the back of your naked thighs. His full cock was inside you, stretching your walls until his tip was pressing against your untouched cervix. Any guilt he had previously faded away fast, his whole mind was focused on you. Solely you.

“You’re—all the way up here,” you choke and point to where your cervix would be on your tummy. Sonny roughly pushed up the gown over your exposed breasts, leaving you naked for him.

You heard him growl—growl—and it was the most attractive thing you had ever heard in your life.

“Yeah? M’ all the way up here?” And he pressed down where you pointed, and fuck, he felt himself settled deep inside you. He was able to feel the puckered tight hole of your cervix,

“Sonny—“ you moan, and it was loud. If it wasn’t early hours in the morning, someone would have definitely heard you.

“Beautiful lil’ girl—all mine, ain’t ya?” He growled as he started to thrust his hips. It was far too much for your poor cunt, still so sensitive over the orgasm he gave you before—every thrust of his cock inside you has a little spurt of liquid leaving your baby pussy and onto his cock and pants.

“All. Fuckin’. Mine.” He repeats as he feels your wet pussy dampen the crotch of his pants. Your mouth falls open, the arm that isn’t hooked up with wires reaches out to touch Sonny’s bicep to ground yourself.

“So—Sonny—you’re—my—“ and you’re already rendered dumb. Eyes barely able to stay open, unable to make a coherent sentence.

“Yeah, I’m ya big brother, ain’t I? Big brother makin’ ya pussy feel so good, huh?”

The hospital bed shook with the power of his thrusts, the sound of your wet pussy taking his cock over and over again filled the room. You had never imagined sex felt like this, always imagining it as an In-And-Out session.

His hand gripped your chin, “Answer me, doll.”

“Uh huh—yeah—you—you make my p—pussy feel really really good—“ you broke off into a moan as he gives you a thrust that’s hard, punching at your cervix and his balls right up against you.

And you nod, “so—so scared, tho—thought I’d—I’d never see you again.”

Sonny tips his head so his forehead, resting it against yours, his breath fanning across your lips with his efforts in fucking you. “Never gonna let that happen,” and he links your fingers together. “Gonna keep ya safe, keep ya just f’me—keep ya in my apartment, come home to ya everyday n’ fuck you deep every night.”

You moan at his words, “y-you’d do t-that?“

“My lil’ sister, love ya so fuckin’ much, my whole world.” He cuts himself off as he kisses you deeply, and you open your mouth to him and let him explore and get acquainted with your taste and the map of your mouth. “Gonna fill ya up with my cum, doll, hope it fuckin’ takes.”

Your breath hitches at the thought. Belly swelling with his baby—your big brother’s baby.

“Yeah? You like the thought a’ that? Dirty lil’ girl,” he smiles and then one of his hands came between you to rub, rub and rub on your clit and your back arched. “Need ya to squeeze my cock when ya cum, cum real hard f’me,”

“I—i—“ and he kisses you yet again, then you cum. Walls clamping down incredibly hard on his cock and liquid spurting from your pussy. Your orgasm was to powerful that it almost pushed his cock out from your hole, but Sonny pushed back in and fucked you hard through your orgasm.

“Fuck yeah, angel, squirt on my fuckin’ cock—gonna make me fuckin’ cum—“

And he fucked you rough, his cock pounding into you and the sounds you let out were downright pornagraphic.

Sonny squeezes you tight as he feels his orgasm reach its peak and he groans deep, head tipping onto your chest as he fucks his cum deep, deep inside you. Holding both of your hips down onto the bed and fucking you through the remainints of your orgasm and through his own.

You felt him slump down on-top of you, his heavy weight holding you down. You feel… like you’re in bliss, satisfied. Your thighs trembled slightly with pleasure that coursed through your whole body.

That is, until his stomach pressed down on the place you were kicked this morning.

“Ow..” you whine and Sonny quickly sits up, looking concerned.

“Did I hurt ya, doll?” and his hand lightly touches the red blotch of a bruise on your side.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, still breathless. Sonny checks you over anyway, his cock softening inside you as he does it.

Sonny pulls down your gown (after a subtle-not-so-subtle fondle of your breast) and smooths it over. Pulling his cock out of you at the same time, and you hissed at the new feeling of feeling empty.

Sonny wished he could see his cum drip out of you, but that could wait until next time. You needed to recover.

The crotch of his pants was wet with your orgasm, but he didn’t mind.

Sonny grabbed the blanket and pulled it over you, making sure to tuck you in and then settled beside you. “Gonna have ya stay with me for a lil’ while,” he says as he nuzzles into your side, his arm wrapped around you. “Afta’ today? I was… scared for ya.”

“Sonny…” you close your eyes. You hate what happened earlier.

“No, listen to me. Had a gun on me… was about’a go in there n’ shoot him dead before one’a the cops did. He hurt you.. my lil girl, harmed ya pretty face.” And he lifts his head and hand to stroke the few cuts on your cheek. “For peace of mind… I need ya to stay with me. Just for a while. Need’a know it’ll neva’ happen again.”

He held you close.

“what about… us?” You asked him. You just had sex with your brother, your older brother. And you really enjoyed it.

“What do ya want f’r us?” Sonny lifts his head to look you in the eyes.

“I dunno,” you trail off. “I… well, maybe we could… “

“Angel..” he smiles and cocks his head, “ya want me to be ya boyfriend?”

You bit back a smile. “you are my brother…”

“I know that, kiddo.” And he cranes his neck to press his lips to you. “we’ll figure it out, doll.”